her hair.
“Then Chris was coming into me and on my breasts and belly. It was so hot to have Jan, Grant and Joe watch Chris come all over me. I can still remember Jan’s face staring at us, cum dropping off her cheeks and nose. I think they were ready to go another round with Chris and me joining them, but that big lunk of a boyfriend of yours spurted a couple more times and passed out on top of me.”
“Wow!” Merci said, absolutely shocked by Liv’s story. It was nothing at all like she had imagined and nothing at all like her own experience of Chris.
It never occurred to her that Liv might still be coloring the memory.
“Yeah, wow,” Liv said. “And you know what’s really funny? Bad as it was, I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. I mean, we were both really drunk. It might not be all his fault. I told myself I would give him another chance to prove himself when he called the next morning.”
“But he didn’t call,” Merci said. She already knew this part of the story.
“He didn’t call!” Liv agreed. “And the next time I saw him the son of a bitch pretended he didn’t even remember we had fucked.”
This was the crux of Liv’s anger and the point of this whole evening. Chris didn’t remember their time together and Liv’s ego couldn’t handle it.
But angry as Liv’s encounter with Chris still made her, the memory also totally turned her on. Her pert little nipples strained at the thin fabric of her shirt and her pale skin flushed pink. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to keep pace with her breathing.
“Wow!” Merci repeated. “I don’t really know what to say, but-”
“That’s never stopped you before,” Liv interjected.
“That’s right,” Merci agreed. She drained her wine glass, fighting off images of Jan Beckworth with Grant Hall’s cum on her face. Come to think of it, her own nipples were pretty excited and the heat from the wine rushed straight to them, causing them to swell even more.
“Look,” Merci said, “there’s no easy way to say this. Chris and I have discussed this and he really doesn’t remember what happened that night. I know this isn’t flattering to either of you, but he had a blackout and the whole evening is a blank.”
Liv snorted at the suggestion. It wasn’t very ladylike, but it effectively expressed her contempt.
“He’s changed, Liv! He feels bad about this. He wants to make it up to you.”
“Why don’t you tell him to try cutting his balls off,” Liv suggested, “that is—if he’s really as upset as you say.”
“Liv!”
“What do you want from me, Merci? I can’t stand the bastard! Nothing he does now is going to change that!”
“I just want you to be my friend again,” Merci pleaded.
“I am your friend,” Liv said. “I wasn’t when I set you up with this bastard but I’ll make it up to you when he dumps you and I help you pick up the pieces.”
Liv got up from the couch and walked over to the television. “Now let’s stop ruining the evening by talking about Chris. Let’s pretend we’re back in college and get drunk watching sappy movies. You’ve got to have some good ones around here.”
She opened the cabinet above the television even as Merci remembered what was there and tried to stop her. “Liv, wait! Don’t open that!”
Liv ignored her, immediately spying the old VHS tape lying on top of a pile of discs. “What is this crap?” she asked. “Haven’t you heard of DVDs?”
She picked up the tape, read the title, then grinned at Merci. “You have got to be kidding!”
Merci hung her head in embarrassment, but Liv wasn’t through teasing her.
“ The Great White Hunters and the Jungle Queen ? Oh we have got to take a look at this one.”
Merci leapt to her feet and tried to snatch the tape out of Liv’s hand. Laughing heartily, Liv evaded her efforts and popped the tape into the VCR. Then she dragged Merci back to the couch so they could watch it
“Then Chris was coming into me and on my breasts and belly. It was so hot to have Jan, Grant and Joe watch Chris come all over me. I can still remember Jan’s face staring at us, cum dropping off her cheeks and nose. I think they were ready to go another round with Chris and me joining them, but that big lunk of a boyfriend of yours spurted a couple more times and passed out on top of me.”
“Wow!” Merci said, absolutely shocked by Liv’s story. It was nothing at all like she had imagined and nothing at all like her own experience of Chris.
It never occurred to her that Liv might still be coloring the memory.
“Yeah, wow,” Liv said. “And you know what’s really funny? Bad as it was, I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. I mean, we were both really drunk. It might not be all his fault. I told myself I would give him another chance to prove himself when he called the next morning.”
“But he didn’t call,” Merci said. She already knew this part of the story.
“He didn’t call!” Liv agreed. “And the next time I saw him the son of a bitch pretended he didn’t even remember we had fucked.”
This was the crux of Liv’s anger and the point of this whole evening. Chris didn’t remember their time together and Liv’s ego couldn’t handle it.
But angry as Liv’s encounter with Chris still made her, the memory also totally turned her on. Her pert little nipples strained at the thin fabric of her shirt and her pale skin flushed pink. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to keep pace with her breathing.
“Wow!” Merci repeated. “I don’t really know what to say, but-”
“That’s never stopped you before,” Liv interjected.
“That’s right,” Merci agreed. She drained her wine glass, fighting off images of Jan Beckworth with Grant Hall’s cum on her face. Come to think of it, her own nipples were pretty excited and the heat from the wine rushed straight to them, causing them to swell even more.
“Look,” Merci said, “there’s no easy way to say this. Chris and I have discussed this and he really doesn’t remember what happened that night. I know this isn’t flattering to either of you, but he had a blackout and the whole evening is a blank.”
Liv snorted at the suggestion. It wasn’t very ladylike, but it effectively expressed her contempt.
“He’s changed, Liv! He feels bad about this. He wants to make it up to you.”
“Why don’t you tell him to try cutting his balls off,” Liv suggested, “that is—if he’s really as upset as you say.”
“Liv!”
“What do you want from me, Merci? I can’t stand the bastard! Nothing he does now is going to change that!”
“I just want you to be my friend again,” Merci pleaded.
“I am your friend,” Liv said. “I wasn’t when I set you up with this bastard but I’ll make it up to you when he dumps you and I help you pick up the pieces.”
Liv got up from the couch and walked over to the television. “Now let’s stop ruining the evening by talking about Chris. Let’s pretend we’re back in college and get drunk watching sappy movies. You’ve got to have some good ones around here.”
She opened the cabinet above the television even as Merci remembered what was there and tried to stop her. “Liv, wait! Don’t open that!”
Liv ignored her, immediately spying the old VHS tape lying on top of a pile of discs. “What is this crap?” she asked. “Haven’t you heard of DVDs?”
She picked up the tape, read the title, then grinned at Merci. “You have got to be kidding!”
Merci hung her head in embarrassment, but Liv wasn’t through teasing her.
“ The Great White Hunters and the Jungle Queen ? Oh we have got to take a look at this one.”
Merci leapt to her feet and tried to snatch the tape out of Liv’s hand. Laughing heartily, Liv evaded her efforts and popped the tape into the VCR. Then she dragged Merci back to the couch so they could watch it
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