LOGINMy knees ached against the hard rooftop floor as I knelt in front of Lena, staring at her thick, glistening strap-on cock covered in my own creamy cum. “Clean it,” she ordered, voice low and commanding. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and slapped the wet cock against my cheek. “Taste how slutty your pussy is.” I opened my mouth obediently and took her in. The taste of my own juices was strong and musky as I sucked her clean, bobbing my head like a desperate whore. Lena groaned in approval, slowly fucking my throat again, pushing deep until I gagged and drooled all over her. “That’s my good little cocksucker,” she praised, her voice dripping with lust. “Look at you — Maya’s innocent best friend on her knees sucking my dick right under everyone’s noses.” The humiliation made my pussy throb even harder. I was dripping down my thighs, completely exposed with my dress bunched around my waist. Lena suddenly pulled me up by my hair and kissed me brutally, shoving her tongue into my mou
Jamie My back hit the rough wall behind the tall plants as Lena pinned me there. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. “You’re fucking soaked already, aren’t you?” Lena whispered against my ear, her fingers finally slipping under the hem of my short black dress. When her fingertips brushed against my drenched panties, she let out a low, filthy laugh. “Jesus, Jamie. Your cunt is dripping for me.” I whimpered, my hips twitching forward involuntarily. I had never been this turned on in my life. Lena pressed two fingers against my pussy through the soaked fabric and rubbed slow, firm circles over my swollen clit. “You’ve been walking around with this desperate little pussy aching for your best friend’s sister for years. Such a dirty secret.” “Yes…” I breathed, my voice shaking. She shoved my panties to the side and dragged two fingers through my slippery folds, coating them in my juices. “So fucking wet. You’re making a mess already, baby.” Without warning, s
Jamie Jamie’s palms were already sweaty as she stepped onto the crowded rooftop. The party was loud — bass-heavy music vibrating through the wooden deck, fairy lights twinkling against the London night sky, and the distant hum of the city below. She had let her best friend Maya drag her here, promising it would be “good for her” to get out more. What Maya didn’t know was that Jamie had only agreed because she heard Lena might show up. Lena. Maya’s older sister. The one woman Jamie had been secretly craving for three long years. At twenty, Jamie still felt inexperienced compared to most of her friends. She had kissed a few girls at university parties, but nothing serious. Nothing that made her body burn the way just *thinking* about Lena did. And there she was. Lena stood near the railing, a glass of red wine in her hand, looking like sin wrapped in designer clothes. Her black crop top clung to her full breasts and toned stomach, while tight jeans hugged her hips and long legs.
I stayed in the bathroom with my clothes clutched to my chest and my heart trying to beat out of my body. Nate’s voice carried through the apartment. “I know she’s here, Cole. Her car’s outside. Just be a man and say it.” Cole’s reply was quiet. “You need to leave.” “Or what?” Silence stretched. Then footsteps moved closer to the hallway. I pressed myself against the wall and closed my eyes. The bathroom still smelled like sex. My thighs were sticky. There was no version of this where Nate walked in and didn’t know. The footsteps stopped right outside the bathroom door. Then Cole’s voice came, harder than before. “Enough. You’re done looking through my place. Get out.” A short, ugly laugh from Nate. “You’re protecting her. Jesus Christ. You’re actually fucking her, aren’t you?” More silence. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my shirt on, yanked my jeans up without bothering with underwear, and opened the door. Both of them turned. Nate’s face went through three differ
I didn’t sleep much after Nate almost walked in on us. The next two days felt off. Cole texted once to check if I was okay. I left it unanswered. I kept opening the screenshots, zooming in on dates and names, trying to make the timeline sit right in my head. Some of the messages looked recent. Others… didn’t. The more I stared at them, the more the edges started to blur. By the third night I couldn’t take it anymore. I drove to Cole’s place without telling him I was coming. He opened the door in a T-shirt and jeans, hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it. When he saw my face his expression shifted. “Lila.” I stepped inside and shut the door harder than I needed to. “How long have you wanted this?” I asked. Cole blinked. “What?” “Me. How long.” He didn’t answer right away. That silence told me more than words would’ve. “A while,” he said finally. “Before Nate and I even started?” Another pause. Then, quietly, “Yeah.” My stomach turned. I pulled my phone ou
I waited until the next evening to confront Nate. I spent the whole day staring at the screenshots Cole had sent. Messages. Names. Timestamps. Photos that made my stomach turn. By the time Nate texted asking if we could talk, I was already on my way to his place with my hands shaking around my phone. He opened the door looking hopeful. That almost made it worse. “Hey,” he said. “I was starting to think you were done with me.” I stepped inside and held up my phone. “Who’s Jenna?” His face changed. Not all at once. Just enough. “What are you talking about?” I scrolled through the screenshots and turned the screen toward him. He went still. For a second I thought he might deny it outright. Instead he dragged a hand down his face and let out a short, ugly laugh. “Cole gave you those, didn’t he.” “Does it matter?” “Yeah, it matters. My brother’s been sniffing around you for months. Of course he’d try to poison this.” Nate stepped closer. “Whatever he told you, he’s twisting it.







