S. E. Aeghann
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Virtues & Vices II
🕑 Added 2025-03-05 13:00:08 +0000 UTCAuthor’s Note: This is the continuation of a short story I started for last year’s Nude Day contest on literotica. We got talking on Discord about D&D at one point, and it made me think of this story, which prompted me to try to pick it up and continue it. It’s still Nude Day-centric, and this isn’t a conclusion so much as the next part of the tale, but I thought you might enjoy seeing what I have so far. Let me know what you think! Also, be sure to read the first part of this story, or this won’t make any sense.
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Gwen’s Sunday morning alarm went off early, at 5:30 AM. On a weekday, she’d hit the gym on the way to work, but on Sundays, she preferred stretching, showering, having coffee, and enjoying a leisurely breakfast before leaving for the 9 AM service. Today, however, she was skipping church. She felt guilty already, and the day hadn’t even begun. She hit the snooze button on her alarm clock, letting her sleep until 5:39. Then 5:48. Then 5:57. Finally, she got up, knowing that the bet started in three minutes, and she’d have to fulfill her end of the bargain.
She turned her alarm off and sat upright. Her kinky hair defied gravity through sheer force of will. She’d need to shower, so that would cut some time off her naked-in-the-apartment quota. With luck, Michelle would still be asleep. She always slept late on the weekends.
Gwen stood and stretched, pointing one set of toes against the floor, then the other. Her legs felt good after a stretch, and her back cracked as she flexed her shoulders forward. She twisted, waking herself up from the toes through her long calves, dancer thighs, cute hips, narrow waist, and lithe arms. Her pajamas covered her, but she knew what her body looked like as she checked her reflection.
Her medium-sized tear-drop breasts overflowed her hands. Going braless for a day wouldn’t be the worst imposition in the world, but she’d be sore tomorrow. Still, not nearly as much as Michelle might. If she made Michelle do jumping jacks somehow, she’d call the bet off before Gwen would. Gwen’s breasts were small compared to Michelle’s, but they weren’t that small by themselves. They fit her body, and her proportions were beautiful in her mind.
Guilt pinged her mind for admiring herself in her dresser mirror. She turned her face away from it. She knew better than to think of herself that way. There were plenty of imperfections in her form, and nobody was perfect. She was too tall for a woman, and her feet were too large. Her eyebrows would have been a unibrow if she hadn’t plucked them meticulously. The peach fuzz on her upper lip needed shaving every few days. The hair on her body, in general, was disgusting, she knew that, so she planned to shave everything in the shower. She didn’t need Michelle mocking her untrimmed bush or the short hair on her legs or armpits. There was also the peach fuzz on her lower back, which had a tendency to trail too close to her butt for her liking.
And that was only the start of her imperfections. The longer she looked in the mirror, the more reasons to be clothed she saw. The scooped neckline of her t-shirt hung off one shoulder, showing the weird notch below her armpit at the top of her breasts where her arm flab rubbed with her hands at her sides. No amount of chest exercises made a difference. The veins in her hands and wrists seemed too thick. Then there was the pale skin on her palms and her light brown complexion. Some folks didn’t like her because she was too black, and some thought she was too white. There was no pleasing everybody, and her body pleased nobody. Least of all her. She pumped some lotion into her hand and rubbed it into the dry skin on her hands, knees, and elbows.
An alarm interrupted Gwen’s thoughts. She turned to see her alarm clock read 6:00 AM, but it wasn’t her alarm that was going off. No, the buzzing klaxon beeping in three-iteration pulses sounded through the wall like an annoying little bell, then suddenly it turned off, mid-beep.
Gwen groaned, knowing that it meant Michelle had set an alarm to wake herself up just to make her uncomfortable. The nudity was supposed to start at six.
She sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to get out of going through her regular daily routine, butt naked. She might as well get this over with, even if it was embarrassing.
Gwen started for the door, then stopped. She was still wearing her pajamas. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the air-conditioned air, and pushed her pajama shorts and panties to the floor. She stepped out of them, kicking them behind her before her baggy t-shirt joined them. She never wore a bra to bed, so she left hers on the closet door handle. She picked up the pile of clothes and carried them to the hamper. Normally, she’d pull her day’s outfit from her dresser or closet, but today, she wasn’t supposed to wear anything.
Nonetheless, she pulled a pair of panties from the dresser and left them on top, just in case. She didn’t plan on wearing them and losing this bet, but knowing they were there and accessible put her mind at ease. She steeled her nerves again and strode forward through her door. It opened with a soft click and a sharp creak.
She pulled up short as Michelle’s smile greeted her less than a pace from her door. She’d also come to a sudden stop at the sound of Gwen’s door.
“I was just coming to make sure you were awake!” Michelle said, just as naked as Gwen.
Gwen couldn’t help but let her eyes wander over Michelle’s body. She’d seen everything before, kinda. Michelle was the exact opposite of a prude but never totally bared. She’d had a few drunken episodes during and after college. There were a few parties she’d returned from with pieces of clothing missing. And Gwen had seen her in a towel before, sure.
Sometimes, there was a nip slip or a flash up her skirt. Gwen thought Michelle did it intentionally every now and again, just to make her uncomfortable. But totally naked from head to toe and not running past or trying to hide? That was new. The only thing that threatened to cover her massive breasts with their large pink areolas was Michelle’s long, dark brown, almost black hair.
Gwen’s hair offered no such threat of protection, and Michelle’s eyes roamed Gwen’s body, meeting her eyes only after drinking in their fill. Gwen’s slender shoulders weren’t as round as Michelle’s broader frame. Her neck was longer than Michelle’s, and her chin more prominent, but that wasn’t an advantage. Gwen’s breasts were okay, but her small black nipples couldn’t compete with Michelle’s. Michelle had large, perfectly round areolas with pert, perfectly round tips to them. Gwen’s breasts ended in nearly oval areolas, the color of dirt, taller than they were wide. The nubs at the tips were often indented but stuck out whenever she got a chill. She had to close her eyes to keep from covering herself in front of her roommate.
“You did it!” Michelle said, hugging Gwen.
Gwen immediately stiffened as Michelle’s soft, luscious body crushed against hers. Usually, a hug between them wouldn’t bother Gwen. They hugged all the time. Never when fully nude, when every inch of skin-to-skin contact reminded Gwen of how improper this was. She shook her head and escaped the grapple as quickly as possible, pushing Michelle away.
Michelle didn’t fight it or the naughty grin that spread across her face. “I didn’t think you’d go through with it.” Michelle laughed. “Think you’ll last the day?”
Gwen nodded confidently. “I intend to.” She said. “But I know you won’t go without a curse word a day, so prepare to pay up.”
“I love the confidence.” Michelle said. “But don’t get too cocky.”
“The worst of it’s over. You’ve seen me now, so I just have to get comfortable with being naked in the apartment. No big deal.” Gwen said though she sounded as if she were trying to convince herself.
“Sure.” Michelle nodded. “No big deal. You got this! This is already a big step for you. I’m proud of you.”
Gwen didn’t know why that made her happy, but she straightened at Michelle’s words and smiled. “Thanks!”
“Going to do your yoga?” Michelle asked. “That’s what you usually do on Sunday mornings, right? Yoga, shower, then breakfast?”
“Right.” Gwen said, nodding. “Though I might skip yoga.”
“You shouldn’t skip your workouts.” Michelle said. “Go on. You can have the living room. I think I might go back to bed for a while.”
“Oh?” Gwen asked. “I thought we couldn’t spend the day locked away in our rooms?”
“We can’t.” Michelle agreed. “You’re right. I can sleep on the couch and watch you do your yoga.”
Gwen frowned, realizing she’d walked right into that. “Or… I could make us breakfast?”
“Nah.” Michelle shook her head. “Sunday breakfast is just two bowls of cereal instead of the usual one. I set up in the living room, munch, and watch TV while you’re at church.”
Gwen sighed. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”
“No, I am not.” Michelle said. “Glad we’re on the same page about that.” She chuckled and looped her arm through Gwen’s. “Now let’s unroll that yoga mat, and you can show me your favorite poses while I practice my dead body pose on the sofa.”
Gwen stifled a giggle at that and glanced at Michelle’s arm as it pressed against her side but didn’t protest. She followed Michelle to the living room, which was only a few steps away, and Michelle released her to jump onto the sofa.
“Doesn’t that hurt your…” Gwen pointed to Michelle’s chest.
“My tits?” Michelle asked, scooping them into her hands. Her body was curvier than Gwen’s and shorter. Still, she kept her body in shape, and her smooth, pale skin had no blemishes. She was perfect in Gwen’s mind. She had the butt guys liked, the boobs they preferred, skin as soft as cream and smooth as glass, hair she never colored the same way twice, and a punkish carefree spirit Gwen could only envy as much as condemn.
“Your boobs?” Gwen asked, wincing at the use of the word tits. “Tits” was a perfectly acceptable word to think, but saying it out loud seemed vulgar. Even boobs felt wrong in her mouth like there should be a more technical or clinical term to use. Breasts? Chest area? Mammaries? Still, she knew Michelle would argue that it was a body part, not a curse word. That didn’t mean she had to use it, too.
“Maybe a little.” Michelle shrugged. “But so what? We got them heavy boobs. I’m used to ‘em, and a little sensation every now and again ain’t the worst thing. Besides, Paul paws these puppies like playdough often enough, and I enjoy getting rough with them. Heh, say that three times fast. Paul paws these puppies, paw paw these–dangit.”
“That’s…” Gwen’s brain short-circuited at the mental image of Paul pawing those puppies. His firm, calloused hands couldn’t contain them, even though he had big hands compared to hers and Michelle’s. She imagined how Michelle’s breasts would billow between his fingers, turning even paler as he tightened his grip.
“You okay?” Michelle asked, almost laughing. “You look like I just slapped you across the face with my tits.”
Gwen sputtered something and turned around to face the closed window curtains, not willing to look at Michelle’s naked body anymore. Besides, it was better to hide her face than allow Michelle to see her face flush several shades darker in a blush.
“Ooo, your ass is pert.” Michelle cooed from behind her. “High and tight. Nice.”
“That’s definitely a curse word!” Gwen said, pointing at Michelle.
“No, that’s a body part. I was referring to your ass in a very literal way, not calling someone an–” She stopped herself. “You know. I was talking about your butt. It’s high and pert, super sexy. You got a nice peach. Some cake!”
The heat covering Gwen’s face increased several degrees until she wondered if her ears were as red as she felt they were. She crossed her legs, which didn’t help cool anything down. On the contrary, there was a sudden heat against her inner thigh, and she couldn’t discern where it came from. “Did you turn the air conditioner off?”
“I turned it down. I figured if we’re gonna be naked all day, we should adjust the thermostat to stay comfy.” Michelle answered.
“Smart.” Gwen agreed. “Maybe I’ll skip the yoga this morning. Since I’m–”
“Not a chance.” Michelle said, shaking her head. “And the more you delay, the bigger your audience will be.”
Gwen spun around at that, checking Michelle’s hands. For a moment, she thought Michelle meant she was recording her, but her hands remained empty. Michelle’s grin told her something was up, though. She’d meant something by what she said, even if Gwen had no idea what.
“What?” Gwen asked.
“The longer you wait, the more chance Paul will wake up and come out here.” Michelle gestured to the closed door of her bedroom.
“What?!” Gwen nearly shrieked, covering herself instinctually with her arms.
“Ah-ah-ah.” Michelle wagged her finger at Gwen. “No covering up, remember?”
“Paul’s here?” Gwen asked, now whisper-yelling instead of speaking at a normal volume like they had been. She hissed every word at Michelle. “That wasn’t part of the bet! You were the only person who was supposed to see me naked!”
“I never agreed to that.” Michelle said. “I can’t make you leave the apartment. You never said I couldn’t invite people over.”
Gwen’s eyes went wide in alarm. “Who else did you invite?”
“Just the girls.” Michelle said nonchalantly as she listed them out on her fingers. “Roxy, Amanda, and Charity are coming over for D&D later. That’s why Paul is here.”
“I thought you played at Paul’s apartment?” Michelle asked.
“We do, but I can’t go out naked without getting arrested, and you insisted I do this with you, remember?”
“No, you insisted.” Gwen said.
“Well, yeah, it’s National Nude Day. Don’t worry. The girls are on board. We’ll all be naked together, so we’re playing here.” Michelle gestured to the ‘dining room’ table between the back of the sofa and the kitchen’s breakfast counter. “There’s plenty of space. We’ll order food. It’ll be a good time.”
“I don’t believe you!” Gwen hissed. “Inviting your friends over? Your boyfriend! What if he sees me naked?”
“Oh, he’s going to.” Michelle said, shrugging. “As soon as he wakes up and leaves the bedroom, he’ll stroll in here and see us both naked.”
“But–” Gwen stammered.
“But nothing.” Michelle said, sitting up and grinning at Gwen. “We made our bet, and if you fail, you fail. That’s okay. But if you want to hold out, you’re going to have to get over the idea of Paul seeing you naked. Enjoy it. Be free! I don’t care if he sees you.”
“But–” Gwen couldn’t conjure anything to say to answer such blatant disregard for human morality. It was a violation! A violation of her privacy, her modesty, and her consent! She’d never agreed to let Paul see her naked. If Michelle had suggested that, she would have said no! But now he was here and could step out of the bedroom at any moment. She couldn’t hide from him unless she wanted to lose the bet. And she really didn’t want to lose the bet.
Was Paul seeing her naked worse than going on a date with Trent? Maybe. But it was the principle of the thing! If she let Michelle win this one, there’d be no living with her. She needed Michelle to butt out of her dating life, and besides, was Michelle really okay with Paul seeing Gwen naked? No, she had to be bluffing. Even Michelle couldn’t be so open-minded as to let her boyfriend ogle other naked women with impunity.
Unless Michelle knew Paul wasn’t interested in Gwen that way? Paul might not see her as a woman or find her attractive, especially the way she was now before her after-shower routine. But what about Michelle? Did she not consider Gwen a viable sexual threat capable of stealing her man? Why did that thought hurt more than the betrayal of Michelle inviting Paul here?
“You’re bluffing.” Gwen said, straightening her spine with determination. “Paul’s not here.”
“Oh yes, he is.” Michelle said just as confidently. “Want me to call him out here?”
“Go ahead.” Gwen said, huffing. “If you’re really okay with him seeing me naked, go ahead and call your boyfriend out. Let’s see who he thinks looks better naked.”
Michelle raised her eyebrow at the challenge and stood.
Gwen expected her to huff and get upset, to call off the bet and admit her bluff. Instead, Michelle marched straight into her bedroom.
Puzzled, Gwen stood in the living room and waited for the thirty seconds necessary for her to discover Michelle wasn’t bluffing. Paul really was here.
A groggy, naked Paul was being marched toward the living room with Michelle pushing him by his broad shoulders. Gwen couldn’t help her eyes as they traveled down his swole, hairy body to the rod between his legs. It was smaller than she expected, with what Michelle had told her, and she spent too long staring at it before she realized what she was seeing.
“Oh-my-gosh.” Gwen snapped her hand over her eyes, then remembered she was naked, too, and curled into herself, lifting her leg to cover her exposed pussy and wrapping her arm over her breasts. Her hard nipples almost hurt her arm, but the yelp she gave had more to do with her surprise than any pain.
“No covering!” Michelle yelled. “Or I win the bet!”
“Michelle…” Paul’s deep voice slowed with groggy sleep. Gwen peeked through her fingers to see him looking at her but not trying to probe her privates or her boobs. He kept his eyes up and looked more worried than aroused.
Perfect. She disgusted him. She knew it. The scorching heat that flushed her body a moment ago cooled to an icy chill. She lowered her limbs, putting both feet on the ground and turning to face Paul and Michelle as they moved toward the couch.
“She told me to!” Michelle protested. “She wants to know which of us you think looks better naked.”
“Uh…” Paul hesitated like he didn’t want to see Gwen naked any more than she wanted him to see her. But why didn’t he want to see her naked? Weren’t all guys filled with lust for anything with a vagina? What was wrong with hers that he didn’t want to see it? Why did it bother her that he didn’t want to see her naked? She should be thankful! She knew her body was gross. There was no need to go through the humiliation of having Paul confirm it with every word out of his mouth.
Michelle pushed Paul to the couch, then moved beside Gwen and pulled her arms away, exposing her body to Paul. Gwen swallowed, looking away at anything, anyone besides Paul. The paint smudge in the corner where the wall met the ceiling was interesting. How long had that been there? Probably since before they moved in.
Michelle held Gwen’s hand, keeping it at her side.
“Don’t–” Gwen protested. “I’m gross. He doesn’t need to see–”
“Honey, you’re not gross.” Michelle’s voice was softer and more patient than Gwen expected, throwing her off balance. She looked at Michelle and struggled to hold in the tears that threatened to leave her eyes. “If you want to lose the bet, you can.” Michelle assured her. “Otherwise… let him look at you. There’s nothing wrong with him seeing you.”
Gwen scoffed. “Of course there is! There’s–it’s–he’s… your boyfriend! It’s shameful!”
“No.” Michelle said, shaking her head. “Girl, look at you! You’re hot! You should be proud of your body, the work you put into it, eating right, and going to the gym every day. You’re sexy!”
Gwen wiped a tear away from the corner of her eye with the butt of her palm, scoffing as she did so in a dry chuckle. “No, I’m not.”
“You always act like you have this moral obligation to be ashamed of yourself. Like it makes you a better person if you don’t acknowledge how hot you are, but honey, that’s not right. That shame you carry doesn’t hold you morally upright. It’s a cage other people put on you. You need to let yourself out and take a step on the wild side with me!” Michelle said, holding Gwen’s hands and keeping her attention. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t said before, but this time, somehow, it struck a nerve in Gwen’s spine, coming out all at once.
How dare Michelle act like she had the moral high ground as if she were teaching Gwen something. Like being naked in front of her roommate’s boyfriend was some kind of philosophical victory. No, this was Michelle being the worst part of herself again, the wild, impulsive, sex-obsessed animal she’d been since college. They’d known each other all this time, and as often as Gwen tried to temper Michelle’s rash nature, Michelle tried to tempt Gwen to the wild side.
“Being wild and careless isn’t some kind of moral philosophy.” Gwen protested. “It’s… it’s wrong! Being naked and having sex all the time is something that animals do! Not humans! We’re supposed to be better than that! We’re not animals! We’re human beings! We invented clothes and civilization for a reason! This isn’t right! We’re supposed to have self-control and not just give ourselves over to hedonism and pleasure for the sake of pleasure!”
“So letting Paul see you naked is pleasurable for you?” Michelle asked, her voice cocky as if she’d won some kind of argument.
“I didn’t say that!” Gwen said, covering her face with her hands to hide her furious blush and possible tears warring for victory over her face. It was then she remembered her hair and tried to flatten it to prevent Paul from seeing it all wild and untamed. But that left her face uncovered, and she couldn’t have that. She turned it away, not looking at him or Michelle, refusing to look at them, even though she knew it left her backside exposed to their gazes.
Was Paul even looking at her? Or was he avoiding looking at her like in the hallway when Michelle forced him in here? Was he only looking at Michelle? Did he even care that Gwen was naked in front of him? Was he disgusted by her body and its many imperfections?
She peeked, looking behind her, and saw Paul and Michelle looking at her. Michelle was looking at her face. Paul’s eyes were noticeably lower on her body, roving over her butt. She closed her legs, crossing one ankle behind the other, but didn’t cover her ass. She resisted the urge to bring her hands behind her and kept them on the outside of her thighs.
“Relax.” Michelle said, her voice soothing. “It’s okay. I’m not mad or anything. Neither is Paul. It’s okay if you’re getting some pleasure out of this. So is Paul…”
“He is?” Gwen asked, too surprised to argue. She looked at him for confirmation and noticed the thing between his legs had grown considerably larger and stiffer. She swallowed, unable to tear her eyes away from the first penis she’d ever seen in real life.
It looked… weird.
Not in a bad way, necessarily, but almost alien. A flap of skin connected it to the two balls below it, then veins arced through its thicker-than-expected girth. It wasn’t as long as she thought it might be, but it wasn’t short either. It looked proportional to Paul’s hand that rested against his thigh. The pale skin of his rigid length looked somewhat wrinkled. The pink mushroom head tip looked soft and smooth in comparison. Its ridge was darker than the rest, and the underside had another bridge of flesh where the mushroom head flattened. Gwen’s brown eyes lingered on his dick, burning it into her memory as her breathing slowed and her blush began to fade. She let her arms hang at her sides, her hands loose against her outer thighs.
“I think you hypnotized her with your dick.” Michelle said, stifling a laugh.
Paul didn’t laugh, but the corner of his mouth ticked upward in a hesitant smile.
“Do you want to touch it?” Michelle asked, putting her hand on the small of Gwen’s back.
“What?” Gwen asked, coming out of her stupor at Michelle’s question and trying to catch up to what she’d said. “What? No! He’s your boyfriend! I’d never–”
“Calm down.” Michelle said, her voice soothing rather than upset or amused. “It’s okay. I was just offering. I wouldn’t suggest it and then get mad at you for taking me up on it.” She chuckled. “I can teach you if you want to learn how to give a handjob.”
“Don’t be gross.” Gwen said, crossing her arms but keeping them under her breasts so Michelle couldn’t accuse her of hiding her body and losing the bet.
“Well, I hope you don’t mind if I do.” Michelle said, smiling. “After we hear his judgment.”
“My judgment?” Paul asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
“Yeah.” Michelle said. “Gwen wanted you to judge which of us looks better naked. So… what do you think?” Michelle put her hand on her hip. “Do I look better naked? Or does Gwen?”
“Uh…” Paul looked between the two women in utter shock and horror. “There’s no right answer.”
“No.” Michelle shook her head. “I mean, would you prefer me in clothes or out of them?”
“Oh, uh… out of them.” Paul said, nodding. “You both look better naked than you do in clothes. That’s for sure.”
Michelle giggled. “Hey, he’s smarter than he is horny.” She elbowed Gwen’s side, and Gwen shuffled awkwardly. She was still blushing from his response and didn’t know how to respond to his assertion that he preferred seeing her naked to clothed.
“It’s okay. I know I don’t look good–”
“No, it’s not that.” Paul said, raising his hand to stop Gwen from saying anything self-deprecating. “You look great naked, fantastic, really.”
He surprised Gwen, who stared at him in shock.
“And so does Michelle.” Paul gestured to his girlfriend.
“Now, if you had to pick one of us that looked hotter than the other, who would you pick?” Michelle asked, raising her chin haughtily as if she had it in the bag. Gwen missed her wink at Paul and her subtle nod in Gwen’s direction.
Paul, seeing Michelle’s signals, wasn’t brave enough to follow instructions that might turn into an argument later. Men might not have the best self-preservation instincts in the animal kingdom, but even Paul knew better than to suggest some other girl might look better naked than his current girlfriend.
“You have totally different body types.” Paul said. “To say one is sexier than the other is like saying apples are better than oranges. You’re both jaw-droppingly sexy women in totally different ways.”
“Oh, he’s smooth.” Michelle said, elbowing Gwen again. “Hear that? I guess we’re both sexy.” She pointed at his crotch. “But he didn’t get that until he saw you.”
Paul rolled his eyes. “I get hard for you all the time, Michelle.”
“Mmhmm.” Michelle hummed. “But admit it. Seeing Gwen naked totally turned you on, right? That erection is for her. You enjoyed looking at her body and felt pleasure at the sight?”
“Well… yeah.” Paul said, glancing at Gwen, who blushed and looked away. “Gwen… Are you okay with this? Do you want me to leave?”
“You’re not leaving.” Michelle said, crossing her arms in defiance. “We’re having the game here later, remember? Besides, we’re helping Gwen get over her prudishness and learn that pleasure isn’t a sin. We’re supposed to enjoy ourselves; that’s why our bodies feel pleasure in the first place. What kind of god would give you a clit and get mad at you for flicking it?”
Gwen didn’t answer.
Michelle huffed. “The point is, you get turned on seeing her, and look, she gets turned on by you seeing her or by seeing you.”
“I do not!” Gwen protested but closed her legs. “Don’t be gross!”
Michelle shrugged. “I’m not being gross! I’m stating facts. All three of us are turned on right now. So… let’s partake in a little pleasure.”
“You need more self-control.” Gwen said, her tone adamant.
“And you need to let yourself go and have some fun.” Michelle argued. She crossed the room in small, bouncing steps and knelt before Paul. He spread his legs, opening his knees and planting his feet on the hardwood floor.
Gwen turned around to see what Michelle was doing, but the back of Michelle’s head blocked her view of Paul’s crotch and Michelle’s activities. Paul rested his head against the back of the sofa and groaned. He rolled his shoulders and rested his hand on Michelle’s head. Michelle bobbed her head up and down in her boyfriend’s lap.
“Oh-my-gosh, are you–?” Gwen blushed and looked away, holding a hand to her face to block her view of Michelle giving Paul a blowjob right there, out in the open, in their living room, with Gwen standing naked on the other side of the room in plain view.
“She is.” Paul said, answering for her since her mouth was full of his cock. His eyes lingered on Gwen’s breasts, then dipped to her thighs. She could protest but hadn’t run to her room and ended the wager. Nor could she hide the slick arousal coating her lower lips or their parting in eager anticipation of forbidden pleasure.
Michelle lifted her head from Paul’s lap and looked over her shoulder at Gwen. “You want a taste?” She offered Gwen the dick in her hand, and Gwen squeaked in mortified horror.
Gwen didn’t scream, run away, or even hide her body. Her hand lingered by her lips, hiding her mouth after her squeak. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Paul’s wet cock. Michelle’s saliva coated the entire thing in a glistening sheen that caught the overhead light. A strand of saliva stretched from his cock to his balls then slid and broke as Michelle pumped her hand over cock, sliding his skin enough to cover and release his mushroom tip.
Gwen froze, watching as Michelle kept moving her hand up and down his shaft. She pushed and pulled the skin with every stroke. Paul seemed to enjoy himself, closing his eyes as his dick grew even taller and firmer, outpacing the skin that stretched until the wrinkles were gone and only the veins remained. His dick looked hard enough to hurt.
Michelle’s hand slid along his cock more freely, increasing speed. She twisted her grip over him as she pumped, wetting the head every now and again with her mouth. She let the saliva drip from her lips and tongue, coating him whenever she closed her lips over his tip and swirled her tongue. She alternated between that and stroking, moving her head away so Gwen could see what she was doing.
Gwen stared in disbelief. She had no experience with porn or sex. She had descriptions in some of her books, but she’d never seen them in real life. Her imagination had been lacking some crucial context.
“And you enjoy that?” Gwen asked, looking at Paul for his answer. She stood, frozen on the other side of the room. The distance between them was safe enough to rouse her curiosity. “That feels good?”
“It feels amazing.” Paul answered with his voice low and deep in his throat. His masculine timber made Gwen’s heart beat faster. She licked her lips as Michelle licked his cock.
“What does it feel like?” Gwen asked. She ached to lower her hands to herself, but without panties, there’d be nothing separating her fingers from her sex. Any time she’d rubbed herself before, the clothes had always provided a barrier. The barrier provided a technical difference between sinful masturbation and making herself feel good, which was acceptable. And she never brought herself to completion. She made herself feel good, then stopped when she needed to stop reading or start doing something else. Her fingers stretched and relaxed against her thighs, never quite sliding forward.
“Her lips are heaven.” Paul answered. “And her hand is–pure bliss.”
“You don’t feel guilty or ashamed at feeling… that?” Gwen asked, still enraptured by the sight, not looking away and hardly even blinking.
“I feel a little guilty.” Paul admitted. “But only because Michelle’s giving me more pleasure right now than I’m giving her. But she knows I’ll make it up to her.”
Michelle quickened her pace, stroking him faster than before. Paul wrapped his fingers through her hair, gripping her tightly behind her head.
“Not what I meant.” Gwen said, still staring.
“Pleasure isn’t sinful or wrong.” Paul said, shaking his head. “So no, I don’t feel guilty. I’d be embarrassed if you walked in on us without warning, but you know what you’re doing right now. You’re consenting to be here, to see this… so I don’t feel any shame. Some insecurity, maybe, I know I’m not the sexiest man alive, and I don’t have the biggest cock in the world, but–”
“It looks plenty big to me.” Gwen said and unconsciously licked her lips. “That’s supposed to fit in me? In my vagina?” She asked rhetorically. “I mean, not mine, obviously. Michelle’s, I guess.” She shook her head as if trying to dispel the image. She couldn’t imagine how it’d fit. The physics didn’t seem possible. It’d be like cramming the butt of a wine bottle into a champagne flute.
“Want to try it?” Michelle asked. She lifted her eyes to Paul first, then looked behind her as she jacked Paul off and licked his balls. She slid her tongue along, sucking his balls into her mouth, then spitting them out one by one. She licked her way up his shaft, sucked the tip, then popped off it again as her hand pumped him toward her face. “The pussy is one tough mother. You’d be surprised at what fits and what feels absolutely fantastic as it hits home.”
Paul groaned, and Gwen snapped out of her stupor at Michelle’s vulgar words. Before her expression could shift from her hypnotized enthrallment to disgust, Paul blew his load. A jet of white hot cum arced through the air, blasting from the tip of his penis as his balls tightened and the ridge beneath his dick flexed.
Gwen jumped back in surprise, as if his jizz might somehow fly across the room and hit her like a bullet. Instead, it fell short of the coffee table. Michelle did her best to catch it in her hand, then clamped her mouth over his cock to swallow the rest.
Gwen made an expression of distaste but didn’t say anything as Michelle lifted off his cock with a sucking, slurping noise, swallowed noisily, licked her other hand clean, and wiped the corner of her mouth. She presented her tongue to both of them, sweeping her head back and forth to show off.
Paul looked utterly blissed out on the sofa, relaxed like he’d just had the best experience of his life. Gwen was almost envious of men’s ability to orgasm. She wondered what it would be like if women could do that. The entire time, she kept her eyes lowered to his cock, her body presented to both of them as Michelle drew his orgasm from his dick. Now that Michelle had released it, his dick shrank back to its initial size again. She almost giggled at the thought of it going to sleep and wondered how long it would take before it woke. Could she wake it? What if she spread her legs or kissed it? No, Michelle might be wild, but she had to be bluffing about letting Gwen do anything with her boyfriend. Besides, she wasn’t that kind of girl. She was better than that.
The spell broken, Gwen released a long exhale. Michelle trotted to the kitchen, wetting a paper towel for cleanup. Gwen watched her, then looked around. It was still early morning, but the light behind the closed blinds suggested the city was awake. Her stomach growled, and she turned toward the kitchen, but she still needed to shower. Especially if Paul was going to stay here. She couldn’t let him come any closer to see the many imperfections of her body.
“I need to shower.” Gwen said impatiently. “Especially if you’re having friends over.” She rolled her eyes at Michelle, who only smiled at her. “What time are they getting here?”
“You’ve got plenty of time. Go on.” Michelle said, gesturing to the bathroom. “If Paul and I use it first, you won’t have any hot water, and a cold shower won’t be conducive to enjoying yourself.”
Gwen huffed and strode past them to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. If Michelle thought she was going to masturbate or something, she was mistaken. Gwen was determined about that. She leaned against the bathroom door after she shut it. The soft towels offered her some comfort from the hard wooden door as she practiced her breathing and slowed her heart rate to a resting rate.
Had that really just happened? No. It had to be a terrible dream. This whole wager was a dream, and any minute now, she’d wake up and go back to being a normal, not at all perverted, woman.
Gwen shook her head and pinched her arm. Pain spiked through her from where her nails trapped her skin, and she jumped, dropping her arm with a wince. Okay, so it wasn’t a dream. That had really happened. She’d seen Paul and Michelle totally naked. They’d seen her. She’d watched them do things together. Paul had stared at her, at Gwen, enjoying the sight of her body while Michelle gave him a blowjob. That happened.
But what would happen next?
