They Came Over

"My turn!" Diane said, and she dropped Rose's legs, and scrambled around, straddling Rose on all fours, jutting her ass back at me. "Gimme that cock, Jerry!" Fuck, I thought, this is too much, and I pulled out and dropped Rose's hips, and plunged into a fresh hole. I wanted to try all the variations again, but I was too close, or too far. Too much. I groaned load, and emptied myself inside her. I heard her talking to Rose, their faces too close for me to hear. I jerked my hips, feeling the heat inside her from my cum, feeling the slickness of cum-filled pussy enveloping my shaft. I pressed deep, wanting to stay there forever. But Diane wasn't done using her friend for amusement.

"You wanted his cum, didn't you?" I heard her ask. "You wanted it. Right?" I saw Rose nod her head, a little sheepishly, like she'd been denied a birthday. "You can have it; here it comes!"

And she pulled off me and crawled up Rose's body. My post-cum clarity allowed me to appreciate the view of her slit, oozing my cum as her ass cheeks rose and fell until she was situated above Rose's face, her knees holding her head in place. Stunned, I watched my cum drip out onto Rose's face. She closed her eyes and held her mouth closed as the blobs fell out on her.

"Oh, changed your mind? Now you don't want it? Take it! Take his cum!" Jesus, she was the devil. I sat back and watched, awed, and I admit, a little daunted by the unflinching manipulation. What if she turned on me? I gazed in near horror as Diane lowered her leaking cunt to Rose's mouth, and watched as Rose reluctantly, but inevitably, opened and licked. My cum leaked into her mouth and she swallowed, licking her friends clit and lips. Diane shuffled, and pressed herself down, stimulating herself on Rose's face, getting herself off, quiet and cool and calculating as she came again. Bizarre.

It was awkward when it was over, no lie. Rose seemed cowed and ashamed as she dressed silently. I was satisfied but uncomfortable; having participated while I was horny, I felt a little differently after getting off. I kinda felt bad for Rose, even though it hadn't been my doing. Diane returned to her clever detachment, and the way she had used me to torment her friend, her FRIEND, was kind of disturbing, too. The thought occurred to me again that if she could use her friend like that, how does she treat casual acquaintances? I threw on a pair of shorts, and offered a visit to the beach, seeing as how that had been their stated reason for coming here. Diane insisted on staying, and she drove, so Rose had to stay.

We were mostly silent on the walk to the sand. I tried to chatter, tried to be upbeat, but the mood was a little tense. We lay in the sand for a while, and then Diane went for a walk in her bikini. I watched her as she strolled. She looked like she was sizing up prey.

"Hey, Rose," I asked when we were alone. "Can I ask you something?" I rolled up on my elbow to face her and she turned her head and shielded her eyes against the sun to look at me. "Tell me if I'm out of line, or anything, but I gotta ask," I explained first.

"Uh-huh."

"What was all that back there?" I asked. "Is that, uh-m, normal? Between you two?" She stared at me silently, squinting into the afternoon sun. She really was cute. "I mean, it was fun, for sure, but I feel, I dunno," I paused, not sure how to proceed, "a little weird about it." I waited. She said nothing, just looked at me. "I mean, I like you. I like Diane, too. But I think I liked her a little more, before, uh...things got....unusual."

Her lips moved a little, almost a smile. And she put her head back down and closed her eyes.

"If you don't want to answer I under-"

"We're friends," she said suddenly, cutting me off. "We're close, if you get my meaning," she said, her words going up in the air, as if telling the world. "You don't know her the way I do." I waited. "And you don't know me the way she does. It wasn't that weird."

Again, I waited.

"She knows what I like. I know what she likes. We fit together." She turned back to me. "If you're worried, don't. Nothing happened that I didn't want, or didn't like. And she won't come after you; not like that." It's like she was reading my mind. Had I been so transparent? "She doesn't like you enough."

"Oh," I uttered stupidly. Really. Mr.Cool. I was so far over my head I couldn't form words. "So, uh, you're okay with what you, uh-m, we did?" Smooth. What a douchebag I sounded like.

"Relax, Jerry," she smiled, with a little condescension in her voice. Too steely to be understanding. "Nothing happened that I didn't enjoy, or expect. You can lose the guilt."

And so I did, and we chatted and flirted, as we had done before this afternoon, and when Diane returned she joined in like nothing happened. Later they left, and said maybe one day they'd be back, but it never happened.

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