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“Never have I ever,” said Kayla with a mischievous grin, “made out with a girl.”
“You bitch,” slurred Fred goodnaturedly, putting down a finger.
Duncan grumbled in agreement. Choosing things specifically to target the guys was a low blow. Duncan’s friend group was now mainly Maddie’s friends, and he didn’t have a problem with that, but it did mean that he was often one of the only guys at their hangouts. He was just glad that Fred, Jessie’s boyfriend, was here. Otherwise, he would be the only guy.
But weirdly, it seemed like he and Fred hadn’t been the target of Kayla’s turn after all. All the girls in the group had been friends with Maddie for years. They turned to Duncan’s girlfriend with giggles and knowing smiles.
Duncan followed their lines of sight with a confused frown as Maddie’s face turned red. “Oh come on,” whined Maddie, trying hard not to giggle herself, “you guys know that doesn’t count!”
“Rules are rules, girly,” said Kayla with a raised eyebrow. “Now drop that finger before I come over there and curl it down myself.” Maddie theatrically sighed as she put a finger down, sticking out her tongue cutely at her cackling friends.
Normally Duncan would have just let it pass and followed up with Maddie later, but at this point he was four beers deep and his tongue had loosened considerably. ‘Whoa whoa whoa,” said Duncan, half concerned and half intrigued, grabbing Maddie’s free hand in his, “what’s all this about making out with a girl?” Imagining his sweet, spacey girlfriend in that context was a little uncomfortable, but also unquestionably arousing. Just imagining another woman running her slim fingers through Maddie’s silky blond hair…
“Babe,” said Maddie with gentle exasperation, “don’t listen to these drunk idiots. It was no big deal. They’re making it sound bigger than it was.”
“Dunk doesn’t know?” squealed Jessie excitedly. “I thought that must have been how you met! Oh my God Maddie, you have to tell him. It’s soooo funny.”
“Shut uuuuuupp!” groaned Maddie, growing redder and rolling her eyes at Duncan as if she was saying “Can you believe these drunk bitches?”.
Kayla leaned forward with a leering smile and said, “Dunk, your girlfriend used to be a certified, grade-A barsexual. It was, like, her main strategy for picking up guys.”
Ducan had no idea what she was talking about, but it must have been a well-known term, because now Fred was laughing too. Fred noticed the confused look on Duncan’s face and said, “You know dude. Barsexual? It’s when girls make out with other girls in bars in order to get attention. I had no idea you used to be a freak, Maddie! Dunk really settled you down, didn’t he?”
“They’re exaggerating, babe,” said Maddie, shooting her girlfriends an irritated look. “It wasn’t that often, and it was just a little harmless fun.”
“Every weekend,” hissed Jessie in a performative stage whisper, “full makeouts. With tongue.”
The conversation veered off to other topics, but Duncan was quieter than usual for the rest of the evening, and on the walk home, Maddie confronted him.
“You’re not actually upset about me being a little silly and flirty before I even met you, right?” She asked guardedly, giving her boyfriend a side-eye.
Maddie was the girl of Duncan’s dreams. Petite, but with luscious curves. She had a kind, caring personality, and a dreamy, slightly scatterbrained air that hid her brilliant mind. Duncan felt lucky as hell to have her.
But it was a mild sticking point with Duncan that before he knew her, Maddie was a lot more sexually adventurous than he was, partaking enthusiastically in the bar hookup scene with her friends. Finding out Maddie used to make out with girls sometimes to give guys a thrill only added to that feeling.
“I don’t know,” said Duncan with an uncomfortable shrug, “I’m not mad… It just sort of seems like all these random guys got to experience a sexual side of you that I don’t get to. It feels weird.”
Maddie sighed and pulled her boyfriend closer, grabbing my arm and wrapping it around her waist. “Babe, I made out with girls to attract one-night stands. It’s a compliment that I didn’t try to attract your attention that way. I wanted something serious with you.”
“I guess so…” Duncan said heavily, “but when I imagine you kissing another girl with all those guys watching, it just makes me feel so…”
“Horny?” said Maddie with a dreamy smirk, her eyes playful.
Duncan blushed, spluttering, “What? That’s not what I was going to say!”
“But it’s true isn’t it?” said Maddie with a giggle. “That’s what this is really about. You’re jealous of what those guys got to see before I met you!”
Duncan tried to deny it, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. Even the conversation alone had him at half-mast. He would be very interested in seeing his sexy girlfriend fool around a little with another girl.
When Maddie got over her giggles, she nuzzled up against his shoulder. “Well, the solution is simple then!” she said in a smoldering voice, escort bursa “I just need to give you that experience, right? Then you and those guys I don’t care about will be even!”
Duncan laughed, but Maddie just gave him a coy smile, a twist of heat dancing in her eyes. “Wait… are you serious?” he asked, stunned.
Maddie shrugged. “Well, if it hurts your feelings so bad that you never got to see me make out with a girl, then why not? It was only ever a way to turn guys on. Why wouldn’t I want to do that for my boyfriend?”
“But like… with who?” asked Duncan, trying not to sound too eager. “When?”
“Settle down, tiger,” said Maddie, giving him a playful slap to his upper arm. “I can’t just haul off and kiss the first girl I see! You’re birthday is coming, maybe then. Let’s go with the flow. I’ll be open to it and we’ll see what happens.”
That night, their sex was even more hot and passionate than it was normally, fuelled by the heat of their mildly kinky conversation. They didn’t talk about girl-on-girl make-outs in the coming weeks, and Duncan wouldn’t have been shocked if Maddie forgot about it entirely. She could be a little spacey sometimes.
Duncan certainly didn’t forget about it.
But he probably should have.
…
[What’s up, dork? Can’t wait to see you next week, it’s been forever! You want me to bring anything? Beer? Snacks?]
Duncan smiled down at his phone, sitting snuggled up with Maddie on the couch. He couldn’t wait to see Bri either. It had been a while since he had seen his best friend from high school, and it would be the first time she met Maddie.
[Hey Bri! I’m excited to see you too! We’re planning to go out the night you’ll be here, so no need to bring drinks, just yourself!]
And in that moment, with his girlfriend’s warm body pressed up against his, and memories of his former best friend warm in his heart, Duncan had an idea. A horrible, unwholesome, erotic idea.
Duncan angled his phone subtly away from Maddie as he typed another message, his heart pounding in his chest.
[Weird question. Do you think Maddie is hot?]
He waited nervously for the answer. He called Bri his high school best friend, but it was a little more complicated than that. In reality, Duncan had a hopeless, all-consuming crush on Bri for all four years of high school.
Bri Klein was a tall, slim, leggy brunette with small but perfectly shaped tits, a bouncy ass, and a sultry, plump-lipped beauty that would have made her look at home on any magazine cover from Vogue to Playboy.
She was also a lesbian.
Duncan had found that part out after he worked up the courage to ask Bri out on a date. She had not only declined but refused to explain why she said ‘no’. It caused a massive rift between them for a week until a tearful Bri finally came out to Duncan. As far as Duncan knew, he was the first person Bri told, and he had always felt a little bad for essentially forcing her hand.
Bri and Duncan had remained best friends, and Duncan even served as her fake boyfriend for senior year to draw suspicion while she fucked half of the girl’s track team. But sometimes the heart is stupid, and Duncan, despite his best efforts to squash his feelings, had carried a torch for Bri all throughout high school.
Maddie was what it had taken to finally cure Duncan of his doomed crush on his sexually incompatible friend. But there was still a part of Duncan that hungered for the slim, athletic lines of Bri’s supermodel body.
The ideas cross-pollinated in Duncan’s horny brain. Maddie kissing girls… Bri, the gorgeous, disinterested lesbian… The thought of the two of them together made Duncan’s brain short-circuit with erotic fascination.
Bri was silent for longer than Duncan was comfortable with, and when she did reply, it wasn’t exactly encouraging.
[You’re right, dude. That is a pretty weird fucking question. Why the fuck do you want to know?]
Duncan hesitated for a minute. Bri would definitely take it the wrong way if he didn’t phrase his explanation delicately. Maybe it would be better to just give up on the whole idea… But the thought of seeing his cute girlfriend kiss his high school crush drew him forward. If there was even the smallest chance that Bri would be cool with it, it was worth the risk.
He typed out a long, carefully worded message explaining what he had learned about his girlfriend, and Maddie’s flippant offer to make out with another girl for his birthday.
[So your girlfriend wants to kiss a girl. Not because she likes girls, but purely to get your dick hard. And your first thought was me.]
Shit, when she put it like that, it did sound kind of fucked up. Kicking himself for his stupid idea, he rapidly began composing an apologetic reply.
But he was interrupted before he could finish it.
[Sure. Why not? It’ll save me money on buying you a present. So what, should I just contact her to arrange the details?]
Duncan felt faint. Holy shit. His görükle escort stupid little erotic wet dream was going to come true! But Bri had accidentally put her finger on a major issue. Duncan was realizing just now that discussing this with Bri behind his girlfriend’s back was a little… rude. He couldn’t imagine that Maddie would be happy about him arranging a makeout session for her behind her back and without discussing it first. He really hadn’t intended for it to be that way… he had just got caught up in the moment.
But he thought he could still make this work without Maddie getting angry.
[No, she said she just wants to go with the flow and kiss a girl when it feels right. So maybe you could just, I don’t know, give her some encouraging signals?] Duncan texted.
[Roger. Don’t sweat it, dude. Believe it or not, I’m basically an expert in getting girls to kiss me at this point.]
Duncan grinned. Same old confident, cheerful Bri. He should have known she would be cool about this. They had always been willing to do anything for each other. Another text buzzed in his hand.
[But hey, why stop at kissing?]
Duncan felt a rush of blood to his crotch as he struggled to wrap his brain around exactly what Bri was saying. He had to be misunderstanding her. There was no way that his best friend from high school could be suggesting… that.
[What do you mean?] He texted, his mouth suddenly feeling dry.
[Hey, if the thought of your girl making out with other women gets you horned up, just imagine how it would feel to see her get all naked and sweaty with me. I mean, if we’re doing this, let’s go all the way, right?]
“Hey now,” said Maddie with a dreamy smile, looking up at him slyly, “someone is feeling a little frisky!” Maddie had been sitting half on his lap, and she wiggled her legs a little to press them against the erection suddenly tenting her boyfriend’s pants.
“Who wouldn’t, with a hottie like you all over him,” said Duncan, returning her smile and leaning over to give her a sweet kiss. But he had a hard time focusing right now. His mind blazed with Bri’s obscene suggestion. Kissing was one thing, but Bri wanted to try having sex with Maddie. That was way beyond any of the flirty teasing that he and Maddie had discussed, and he was shocked that Bri had even suggested it. The thought pulsed with twisted erotic power as Duncan imagined it… The devastating beauty who had friend-zoned him, her nude body lovely and long and slim, pressed up against his cute, curvy little girlfriend. Their soft, feminine lips locked in passion as their hands eagerly explored…
It was stupid to fantasize about. Maddie wouldn’t do it in a million years, even if Bri was shockingly ok with it.
[Maddie is straight, Bri. She wouldn’t want to.] Duncan texted with a strange feeling of disappointment. Bri was probably just teasing him anyway. Life wasn’t a porn, and things like that just didn’t happen.
But Bri’s cocky response surprised him once again:
[I’m a big believer in the spaghetti rule, dude. If you want me to, I can persuade your girlfriend to get a little experimental. No problem.]
[I’m not a lesbian, Bri. I’ve never heard of the spaghetti rule.] texted Duncan, wholly absorbed in the conversation, trying to control the growing lust inside him.
[Girls are like spaghetti, Dunk. They’re only straight until they get wet. Most girls are sexually curious about other women, they just say they aren’t because they’re afraid of being judged. And trust me, if Maddie had a habit of kissing girls, she’s AT LEAST curious. It doesn’t matter what she claims her reasons were.]
Duncan looked over at Maddie. Her eyes were far away, locked onto the movie that Duncan had utterly disengaged from. She was so beautiful. Maybe he should just call this whole thing off. Wasn’t a kind, supportive knockout of a girlfriend enough for him? Bri’s perverse suggestion was filthy and hot and wrong in the best possible way, but even at this point, there was a whiff of danger surrounding it. Introducing this volatile new element into his relationship with Maddie felt risky.
What convinced Duncan wasn’t the idea of seeing Maddie with another woman… It was the thought of seeing Bri. This was the only possible way that Duncan would ever see the woman he had obsessed over for so long naked. The only way he would ever be involved with her sexually, even peripherally.
He wasn’t strong enough to turn his back on that.
[And I would get to watch?] He typed rapidly.
[I mean, it’s your birthday, perv. It wouldn’t be much of a gift if you didn’t, right?] came the swift reply.
“Seriously,” said Maddie with a raised eyebrow, “are you watching porn or something? You’re, like, hard as a rock, babe!”
Feeling rushed and uncertain and dazed with lust, Duncan sent one last text.
[If you think you can convince her, then go right ahead.]
Then he picked Maddie up and carried her giggling to the bedroom, his head swimming with pornographic images of girl-on-girl action as they fucked.
…
Bri Klein put her phone face down on her nightstand with a decisive click and stared up at her ceiling with a frown.
It was cliche to say, but Bri wasn’t mad with her old friend Duncan.
Just disappointed.
Bri had learned a lot of things about being lesbian since coming out in college, but one of the most frustrating things was the way straight guys treated lesbians they were attracted to. The douchebags that assumed they could somehow “convert” her were infuriating. But almost worse were the guys who fetishized it. Men who wanted to watch. As if her sexual identity was just a kinky novelty for their amusement, all of their brains hopelessly rotted by unrealistic girl-on-girl porn.
Duncan wasn’t the first “friend” who had sheepishly floated the idea of Bri kissing their girlfriend, or half-jokingly asked if they could watch next time Bri hooked up with someone. It stung a bit to hear it coming from him though. It made sense, although that didn’t make Bri any less disappointed. Duncan had never really accepted in his heart that Bri wanted nothing to do with him sexually. He had made big puppy-dog eyes at her all through high school. Even now, when he had a partner of his own, the only thing Duncan could think about when it came to Bri was how he could use her to get off.
She had only ever wanted Duncan to see her as a person rather than a sex object, but apparently that was too much to ask from the horny dumbass.
And so Bri decided to do to Duncan the same thing she had started doing to all the guys with more libido than brains who tried to voyeuristically pry their way into her sex life.
She was going to give him exactly what he thought he wanted.
Bri picked up her phone again and opened up the Flicpix account of Dunk’s girlfriend. She had insulted, of course, when Dunk asked her if she found Maddie hot. But looking at the sultry blonde with a critical eye, the answer was definitely ‘yes’. Maddie had the kind of sweet, feminine curves that Bri ached to run her hands over. And she had a cute, innocent look that made Bri want to hold her down and turn her into a dirty girl. To fuck her until she begged for more.
So flirty little Maddie liked to tease the boys by experimenting with other girls, huh?
Bri knew from experience that girls like Maddie could be taught to do without the “boys” part of that equation altogether.
…
A week later, the day of Duncan’s birthday party arrived. Duncan hadn’t had any more discussions with Bri about Maddie or his “birthday present”, and he convinced himself that Bri had just been fucking with him. She had always had a fondness for pushing his buttons, so it wouldn’t have been totally out of character… although in this case, it was a lot more extreme than usual.
But Duncan felt a spiral of doubt the second he answered the knock at the door and let Bri into his apartment.
She seemed… different. Part of it was her haircut. Bri had been forced to keep things lowkey throughout high school, so she had worn her hair long and traditional. Now her wavy brunette hair hung down in an artfully messy cascade over one eye, while the side of her head was shaved close to the skull. The daring cut gave her a fierce, rakish look that complimented her new wardrobe perfectly. She wore tight, practically painted-on jeans and a figure-hugging v-neck tee with a leather jacket over it. Her heeled boots added even further to her height and made her legs and ass, already showcased by her skin-tight jeans, really pop.
But it wasn’t just her bold, sexy new style. This new Bri seemed to ooze confidence in a way the closeted, quirky girl never had in high school. As her warm amber eyes focused on Duncan, her full lips pulled up into a smirk. “Hey, big guy,” she said teasingly, reaching out to ruffle Duncan’s hair, “I missed you. How’s tricks?”
“Bri! I… I missed you too!” said Duncan, oddly awkward and tongue-tied. He knew he had grown a lot since high school, but for some reason standing in front of Bri right now, he felt like a little kid. He was unable to stop himself from blurting out, “You look fantastic.”
Bri snorted and pushed past him into the apartment. “I know I do. Now where is that pretty little thing you managed to collar? I’ve been dying to meet her.”
Maddie in fact, stood in the living room, smiling broadly in welcome. “It’s Bri, right?” she said politely, holding out a hand to shake, “Dunk has told me so much about you that I practically feel like we’re sisters!”
Bri stopped just inside the entryway, with her hip cocked. Her eyes made a quick, but obvious scan up and down Maddie’s curvy body. Duncan could tell by the faint flush of pink and the brief look of confusion on his girlfriend’s face that she had caught the brief, heated glance as well. He hoped that it didn’t make her too suspicious.
But Bri wasn’t finished with her opening move yet. She stepped forward, directly past Maddie’s outstretched hand, and pulled Duncan’s girlfriend into a tight hug, pressing her long, willowy body flush to Maddie’s short, curvy frame. “Sisters?” murmured Bri in a quiet, intense voice, “I don’t think so sweetie…”
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