14 comments/ 61972 views/ 0 favorites Beyond Friendship By: Whoratia He first noticed her at the Stephen King section of the local bookstore. She intrigued him for two reasons: Firstly, Stephen King novels were his life passion, the focus of his PhD study, and secondly, the logo on her handbag was from the same company his wife worked for. And she attracted him like a magnet. So he struck up a conversation. "Do you read many of his works?" he asked. She looked up smiling. "Yes, I am currently addicted to the Dark Tower series and I keep being side tracked into the characters that leech into it from the other books." She replied. "Would you like to talk about it? It is my pet obsession." He invited. She glanced down towards his left hand and self-consciously glanced to hers. Both of their left hands were decorated by symbols of their unions. But feeling the attraction, her curiosity spurred her on to accept his invitation. She thought how nice it would be to talk about it to a fellow enthusiast, as her husband does not read at all. They wandered over to the coffee shop adjacent to the bookshop and settled into an immediate conversation. It felt as if they knew each other all their lives. They both came to life during the animated conversation, feeling an energy they have not experienced in years. The afternoon flew by with rapidity, and after the third cup of coffee they realised that they should get on about their lives. Before they parted, he could not help asking about where she obtained the handbag bearing the logo he recognised. "My husband works there, in the accounts department." "So does my wife. What a coincidence." He replied. They exchanged contact details and went their separate ways. That evening, he asked his wife about her husband after relating his activities that afternoon. "Small world." She commented, "It must be Harold's wife you met. We started at the company about the same time." "Oh, Harold. You always mention him." He replied, "Maybe we should do dinner some time." And they did. Friendship blossomed between the two couples and the two bibliophiles set up regular coffee dates to discuss their current reads. Both their schedules were quite flexible as he worked for the local university's literature department and she did high school tutoring. He found that he always felt lighter, happier, after their meetings. But he also felt that the attraction between them grew stronger. He wondered how long they would be able to continue with their meetings before the compulsion to rip off her clothes grew too strong to ignore. Being flirtatious by nature, they could laugh off the attraction as an innocent flirtation for now, but how long that would last only time will tell. One evening he broached the subject. Both their partners were away on a conference and they decided to have dinner rather than sit at home sulking. Her reaction was surprising. She did not look shocked or appalled. Apparently she had been thinking along the same lines. The bottle of red wine they had during dinner made them more reckless than they would otherwise have been. The magnetism was channelled to breaking point and when he dropped her at home, she invited him in. They barely made it passed the front door. He hastily pushed the door closed behind him while ripping off her clothes. The hungry tension that had built up between them over the last months consumed them in its lust. He impatiently pulled off her clothes, groping to feel her soft warm skin as he exposed it. He wanted to taste her, to smell her, to feel her. He lusted to enter her. His engorged penis aching, pulsating stronger each time he exposed more of her. He held himself back. Not wanting to ruin the moment by coming to quickly. He lay her down on the couch, willing himself to gently stroke her labia, teasing little moans from her. The clear liquid gushed from her vagina, urging him to plunge his organ into her. He resisted, resorting rather to gently lap the spilling fluid up. The scent filled his nostrils, fuelling his lust even more. She became impatient. She threw him over, forcing him into her. She started riding him, their coupling making loud slurping noised. He could feel the wave of ecstasy flowing over him, but he could not allow her control over his moment of pleasure. He threw her over, pounding hard at her inviting moist vagina. Lost in their coupling, he articulated his pleasure in short, rough grunts, mounting until their cries harmonised in the climax. They parted without the normal post-coital awkwardness normally expected from the first time. The unspoken understanding was that this would remain between them. This event bothered him a little. He had a healthy sex life with his wife, and he did not feel any less attracted to her. This other relationship was as strong as his relationship with his wife. But it was somehow different. The question "Could one truly love two people equally without neglecting either of them?" Plagued him. He also never had the urge to compare the two women. It was as if he was two different people, each loyal to only one woman. This made him smile. He always felt that he would never fit into the accepted norms of society and this reiterated the point. This was like running around naked in public, because he felt like doing so! The following weekend the two couples got together again for an informal dinner. He was a little apprehensive about how it would feel seeing her with her husband after what happened. Once there, he found it remarkably easy to engage with Harold and they chatted as if nothing changed. But it didn't feel like he was only banging his best friend's wife without batting an eyelid. Come to think of it, nothing has changed in his "other" life. His relationship with his wife was what it has always been. He still felt desire rising in him thinking of their role-play session the previous evening. He really enjoyed being the knight in shining armour (even if the "armour" consisted of nothing more than coconut oil glistening on his muscles) saving the damsel in distress. He could still feel the lingering touch of his wife's lips on his genitals and the teasing nibbles his balls endured. Neither of their partners suspected that anything has changed between them either. And on the surface life continued as normal, except that underneath their weekly book discussions now revolved more around physical erotic encounters, usually climaxing with their feverish lovemaking. But they were discreet and knew that this was only a phase in their relationship. As their physical relationship grew, so their friendship bloomed. This also brought the two couples closer together, for their partners, sensing the increased connection, strove to also deepen the friendship. As time went by, the lust faded and their meetings started to revert back to discussing books and their couplings decreased to occasional events. Going through the normal sexual decline that all couples experience, the lust was replaced by companionship. Sex became an activity as opposed to a necessity and the kinship never wavered. It was like borrowing something, but returning it before it became a nuisance. Their partners never suspected that it went beyond flirtation and that is the way it stayed. Beyond Friendship Ch. 01 First and foremost to my three best friends who are the inspirations behind this story. In my country, there is an old saying: When everyone leaves you in the times of trials and turbulence, you can always rely on two persons- your neighbor and your best friend. This story is all about friendship! Notes from the Author: This is a long story. If you are looking for quick actions, please don't waste your time. Just move on to some other story. Otherwise, enjoy! As usual, all characters in this story are fictional and above 18 years of age. Any resemblance to a person, dead or alive, is completely co-incidental. Confession from the Author: This story is based on real characters that are part of my life. Obviously, it includes me! I know that many authors have claimed this fact in their stories. But I can't remember the last time some author made a true confession about his or her story. Anyways, I'm not going to hide anything from you. This story is based on the special bond that is shared by me and my friends. There's nothing fake or bogus about the characters and their personalities. The fact is that we are really close friends and we will always be! As I said earlier, I don't want to tell a lie. So here's my confession: I have made two major alterations in this story. First and foremost, the names have been changed to maintain our privacy. Secondly, I have spiced up this story with 'Sex'. That's right! In reality, we are just friends. Best friends! Nothing more than that! None of us have a physical relationship (at least not yet!). But I wish that it happens soon because I really love one of them but I just don't have the guts to tell her that I really love her. And that's why I'm writing this story. It's not just for you. It's also for me! It's my fantasy! And I hope it becomes a reality! Enjoy! ***** 00 Friday Afternoon 00 It was 1:33 p.m. according to the digital wall clock. In short, it was lunch time! Students were pouring into the large cafeteria situated on the ground floor of the B-School. According to the National B-School Accreditation Committee, it was classified under the 'Cluster 4' Category out of all the B-Schools in the country. And it was among the popular B-School in the country that provided M.B.A. Degree in Capital Markets. On an all, being a student of this B-School was definitely something to be proud of. Lunch time was the best part of the day (as far as the students were concerned). They could hang out with their friends and enjoy the much needed 1 hour break. No one to tell them what to do, no more boring lectures by renounced entrepreneurs, no special assignments or projects, no critical analysis, no tedious calculations and no more heavy books! Only a few tables away from the cafeteria counter, a student was sitting on the chair, rotating the empty glass on the table. He was waiting for his friends who were standing at the counter and placing their orders. Usually, he would feel a bit bored. But today, he was in high spirits because he had achieved something which he desperately wanted. And luckily, he didn't have to wait at the table for eternity. Within a few minutes, he was joined by two of his classmates- a guy and a girl. They were enjoying their lunch, discussing random subjects but somehow they ended up talking about some lame professor who they disliked the most. ***** Only 30 feet away, a hot girl stormed into the cafeteria from the main gate. The B-School had strict rules for dress code but today was Friday- the day when the dress code was not applicable. And that is why she was wearing a short black skirt that barely reached down to the middle of her thighs, displaying her smooth slender legs that merged into a tight round ass. She was slim, curvy and fairly tall (5'6''). Her emerald green eyes always had a unique sparkle in them. The jet black hair perfectly framed her face as they gently dropped down, past her shoulders. She was wearing her favorite charms bracelet in her left hand. Her neck was embraced by the short silver chain with a tiny silver butterfly studded with American diamonds. It displayed her class and taste for expensive jewellery. The lemon yellow top tightly hugged her body, allowing her 34-C breasts to make a bold statement to the onlookers. And indeed there were plenty of spectators. As she made her way through the ocean of tables, every pair of eyes shamelessly checked her out, including the girls. And she liked it. No, she loved it. That was the reason why she wore such teasing outfits on Fridays. She always wanted to be the hive for the horny 'honeybee' guys. As far as girls were concerned, she just enjoyed the look of jealousy on their faces when their boyfriends temporarily ignored them whenever she was around. Normally, she would have flirted in the cafeteria with guys (right in front of their girlfriends) by lightly tapping them on their heads or brushing their hair while walking past them. But not today! Her mood was spoiled. She was furious and her blood was boiling. Finally, she reached the table where the 'trio' was sitting. ***** "Get up!" she said in a chillingly harsh tone. It was more like a command. She was standing next to the guy who was earlier waiting for his friends and playing with the empty glass. The moment he heard that voice, he froze on his seat. He was not expecting her to join them. At least not toady. At least not during the lunch time! How did she get here? Looking up, he saw the wrathful glare. He knew there was no way out. He knew there was only one option. He had to face her. No, he had to fight with her. So he confidently got up and stood in front of her. Immediately, the fog began to lift and the war had started between her emerald green eyes and his deep blues ones. He was not afraid of her. He didn't care if she was hot and sexy. That didn't make him look like a lame loser in front of her. Definitely not! He knew that he was handsome. No, he was a 'stud'. At least, that's what the girls whispered to each other on his back. And it was true! Standing at 5'8'', he had a strong athletic body. Slightly muscular, to be precise. His deep blue eyes mesmerized the girls around the campus. Not to mention a couple of female professors as well. His dark black hair was messed up. But it was intentionally kept that way. He thought it would make him look more appetizing. And it sure did! "It's almost 2:00 p.m." she snapped. Her tone was rising. "So?" he replied flatly as if he didn't really care. "I'll miss my lunch because of you." "Well it's too bad for you. I was really enjoying the chilly cheese hot dog and French fries." She just couldn't believe that he actually said that. She was suffering from the wound. How could he say that? How could he spray salt on her wound? "I forgot to mention the chilled soda. It's terrific!" he added fuel to the fire, making her more annoyed. She knew he was purposely saying that. He was trying to make her mad. But she was not going to stand there and listen to his crap. She was going to insult him in front of the whole crowd. Well, at least she could try. "You're a loser!" "You're a bitch!" he replied in an equally harsh tone. "You're a bloody loser!" "You're a bloody bitch!" This was not helping her. She was still fuzzy and annoyed with him. His deep blue eyes were digging into her, clearly declaring that he was winning this battle without any effort. "I hate you...you fucking bastard!" "I hate you more than you hate me...you fucking slut!" That's it. This was getting out of control. She was not going to win. At least, not today! There was only one thing left to do. And she did that. She turned around and stormed out of the cafeteria. It was not a surprise or a shock to anyone sitting in the cafeteria. Not to the two friends who were still sitting at the table and neither to any of the students who just witnessed this cold war. Smiling at his victory, the guy joined the two classmates and took the final bite of the chilly cheese hot dog. And it tasted amazing! There was an additional flavor in it. The flavor of victory! Flawless victory! ***** Only 20 feet away from the table, the two lunch ladies had witnessed the cold war between the two students. They were standing at the counter, watching them as they fought like enemies. It was half an hour since the lunch break had started so they didn't have any orders to attend. One of them was Selena. She had just started working there and it was her first day at the counter. She was really surprised to see the two M.B.A. students fighting like that in front of everyone. But she was shocked when she heard them using those slang words. It was a big shock. She knew that a fight between a guy and girl was normal. It was not a big deal. But they were not college students. They were B-School students. She always thought that B-School students were more mature. But she had just discovered how wrong she was! It was not her nature to interfere between two unknown persons or inquire about them. But interestingly, she wanted to know why they were fighting. She wanted to know something about them. But more than that, she wanted to know something about that guy. He was so hot. Damn! He was the hottest guy she had ever seen in her life! "Looks like the two have a big issue to settle," Selena said, all of a sudden. And it caught the attention of her senior- Veronica. Veronica was 32 years old. She had been working at the cafeteria counter for more than 7 years and last year she had been promoted to the post of the Purchasing Manager who was responsible for placing the purchase orders for the cafeteria. "Are you talking about the two students who just had a fight over there?" Veronica pointed to the table where the trio was still chatting. "Yes." The moment Selena confirmed, Veronica couldn't hold back her laughter. Selena stared at her with confused expressions on her face. Why was she laughing? Selena was sure that she had said everything loud and clear. What was wrong? Finally, Veronica managed to calm down herself. "I'm sorry, honey. But when you said that the two had a 'serious issue', I just..." She started laughing again. This time it was not as loud as earlier but it was definitely more irritating for Selena. Veronica was laughing as if she heard some kind of joke. A joke which Selena couldn't understand! And it was torturing her. Veronica was laughing like a clown. Thank God, no one was watching her! "Will you stop that?" Veronica saw the glint of irritation in Selena's eyes as she stared at her. Taking a deep breath, she replied in her normal voice. "Okay, I'm really sorry, dear. Let me put it this way. Watching the two fighting in this cafeteria is like...finding sand on a beach or...finding water in a well. There's nothing surprising about that. It's very common. And there's definitely not a 'serious issue' between them." Selena was getting more and more anxious now. What was Veronica trying to say? All of a sudden, Selena wanted to know more. She wanted to know everything that Veronica knew about the two. "Who are they?" "Are you getting desperate to know them?" Veronica taunted. "Yes! I mean...No!" Shit! She was acting like a fool. Selena was blushing at her stupid reply. Her face was probably 10 shades of red. And her cheeks were flushing. "His name is Mike. He's 22 years old and he's a first year student!" "Oh." "He's cute, isn't he?" And for the second time, Selena lost control over her tongue. "Are you kidding me? He's not cute! He's hot! He's a total stud!" Oh God! She did it again. What was she doing? She was talking about a hot guy in front of her senior. And that too, on her very first day at work! She was on the verge of creating a new world record for getting fired on the first day at work because she was talking shamelessly to her senior about a hot guy who was sitting in front of her. "It's okay, honey!" Veronica said in a comforting tone when she saw the fear and embarrassment on Selena's face. "I know he's hot. And you're just 20 years old. I can understand your reactions. Now don't feel shy. He's hot and sexy and you're hot and sexy too! I was expecting that reaction from you." Selena couldn't believe Veronica was so straightforward and cool. She was definitely not like a normal senior who would act like a bitch and wait for every single opportunity to make a hell out of her junior's life. And she felt ecstatic. But more than that, Selena felt she was the luckiest girl in the world to get a senior like Veronica. "Do you know why I laughed at you when you said that the two had a 'serious issue' between them?" Veronica asked. Selena knew she was nowhere close to the answer. But she wanted to know it. She wanted to know everything Veronica knew about that hot guy. "No! Why were you laughing?" "Because...they are best friends!" "What?" Veronica's answer hit Selena like a punch. She couldn't believe what she just heard. She was sure that she must have heard it wrong. How could it be possible? They were fighting like enemies! It just couldn't be possible! It was insane! "They were fighting like cats and dogs!" Selena stated in utter disbelief. "I know! That's what they always do! The girl's name is Sheryl. She's also 22 years old and...both of them are classmates! The whole B-School knows that Mike and Sheryl are best friends. They've been friends since the last six months when they joined the B-School. I swear that I haven't seen such a bond between two friends. They are made for each other. No one can break their friendship." Selena felt a surge of excitement after listening to the revelation. But it didn't calm down her senses. She wanted to know more than that. She wanted to learn everything about them! "Why was she mad at him?" Selena asked. Veronica chuckled at her question. "Mike must have played some stupid prank on Sheryl. They always do that to each other. It's very common. They always look for an opportunity to pull each others legs. It's like a hobby. They come together in the morning, play some stupid prank on each other by noon, fight like enemies during lunch time and by the time the last lecture ends at 5:00 pm...they come back here...laugh and talk to each other as if they never had a fight." "And how do you know all this?" Selena asked with a doubt in her mind. "Honey, I've been watching them for six months. And...I've worked with Mike on a silly prank to irritate Sheryl." "What! Wow! You are so cool, Veronica!" "Thank you, sweetie!" There was a momentary pause before Veronica continued, "Anyways, they are not just two...they are four!" Selena gave her a puzzled look. "What do you mean?" "You see that guy sitting next to Mike? His name is Zack!" Selena quickly turned her head and glanced at the table where the trio was still talking to each other. And immediately, she saw Zack. For several seconds, Selena gazed intently at Zack. He was sweet. He was beyond cute! Although Mike was hot, Zack was simply cute. He was like a 'boy-next-door' with a cute chocolate face and a melting smile that girls liked so much. He had dark black hair and a slim body and looked like a lover boy. "The girl sitting next to Zack...her name is Jennifer!" Selena slightly shifted her gaze from Zack until her eyes were fixed on the cute brunette. She was an angel. She was not hot and sexy. She was cute and sexy! Jennifer had natural dark brownish hair that was smooth and straight with a natural glitter. She had kept her hair cropped at her shoulders which gave her a unique look and personality. Jennifer was wearing a peacock blue low cut tank top that teasingly showed her cleavage. Immediately, Selena's eyes dropped down to Jennifer's breasts. She knew Jennifer had bigger tits than her 34-Cs. From her lingerie shopping experiences, Selena confidently judged that Jennifer was a 34-D. But Selena couldn't see further down Jennifer's breasts because the table was blocking the view. But she knew Jennifer was wearing a 'monkey wash' black jeans because the bottom of her legs were visible under the table. Selena was lost in her thoughts as she continued to look intently at Jennifer. But her thoughts were cracked when Veronica startled her. "She's cute and sexy, isn't she?" Selena had no answer. She was stuck by a lightning when she heard that. And for the second time, her face went red. She was way too embarrassed for checking out Jennifer like that. She had never done that before. She had never checked out a girl with so much precision. Of course, she had always compared a girl's breasts with hers. But it was always out of natural curiosity or perhaps even jealousy. Nothing more than that! Definitely, not in a sexual way! That's for sure! Even her best friend and room mate was bi-sexual but Selena had always kept strict boarders when it came to touching and fooling around with each other. Veronica paused for a moment to give Selena a few seconds to recover from her embarrassment. Selena was looking at the floor, intentionally trying to hide the embarrassment on her face. For several seconds, she didn't look up. Finally, when awkwardness faded away, Selena looked up and saw Veronica calculating the totals of the bills. "The four of them are classmates and they are best friends!" Veronica continued without looking at Selena. "They are known as the 'awesome foursome' around the campus. I can't remember the last time anyone saw them alone...except for the small gap of time when either Mike or Sheryl would play their pranks on each other. But otherwise, they always stick together." ***** On the table, Mike, Zack and Jennifer were still chatting. Mike and Zack had finished their lunch long while ago but Jennifer, as always, was eating less and talking more. "What did you do this time, Mike?" Jennifer asked as she took a bite of her 'health conscious' continental salad. "How can you blame me?" Dazed! Both Zack and Jennifer stared at Mike with a defiant glare that silently said 'we know it was you'. "Okay, fine! It was me. Now, stop staring at me like owls." "What was it this time?" Zack asked. Mike took an excited breath and sat up straight on his chair. "When we were coming downstairs after that boring O.C. lecture to get here for lunch, I told Sheryl that a guy desperately wanted to meet her alone in the fourth floor classroom, remember?" Jennifer and Zack nodded in confirmation. "Well, actually..." Mike grinned wickedly. "No one had called her there!" "What?" Jennifer's eyes widened. "You mean..." "Ssshhh..." Zack interrupted her. "Let him speak, Jen!" "Anyways," Mike continued. "I read this circular on the notice board in the morning and it stated that the library staff required 10 students to help them shift the old books. The interested students were required to meet Professor Spouse in the fourth floor classroom." Zack and Jennifer looked dumb folded at Mike when they understood his ingenious plan. "You mean..." "Yes!" Mike confirmed before Zack could complete. "Let's just put it this way. While we are enjoying the lunch, she is lifting those heavy books and shifting them from one place to another." "Dude, you're awesome!" "Shut up!" Jennifer snapped. "You guys are jerks!" "Then why don't you leave us alone?" Mike countered with a grin. Jennifer had no reply so she returned to her salad. She knew it was not possible to leave them alone. She couldn't to that. They were best friends. They were the 'awesome foursome'. She couldn't break the group and leave the three behind with a tag of 'tragedy trio'. No, she could never do that. "When will she get back?" Zack asked. "Well, the circular stated that they required help till the end of the day. So, she's going to work there till 5:00 pm." Beyond Friendship Ch. 01 "What about lunch?" Jennifer interrupted. "You know she can't stay without lunch. She'll fall sick." Mike frowned and shook his head, trying to pretend that he was feeling really bad about his prank. "Do you think I'm bad?" "Yes!" Jennifer and Zack snapped at the same time. "Hey! I care for her." "Since when?" Jennifer taunted. "Listen, it's not as bad as you think, okay!" Mike assured them. "They will provide free lunch to her. It was clearly mentioned in the circular." "What about the lectures?" Zack asked. "We have two lectures after lunch." "It's all covered up!" Mike proudly replied. "Because she's helping the library staff, Professor Spouse will give a clear attendance for the two lectures. It was mentioned in the circular." Jennifer checked her wrist watch. "C'mon, it's already 2:15 pm. We have a lecture at 2:30 pm, remember?" "Whose lecture is it?" Mike asked. As always, Zack shrugged. So both of them locked their eyes on Jennifer- the walking and talking 'time table'. "You guys are lame! It's Operational Research! Let's go!" There was a pause for a moment before Mike stated, "Poor Meow! I can't wait to see her face." ***** That's right! She was Meow! For Zack and Jennifer, she was Sheryl. For her parents and relatives, she was Sheryl. Damn! For the whole world, she was Sheryl. But not for Mike! He called her Meow! That was the pet name Mike gave her only one week after all four met for the first time on the very first day at the B-School. Sheryl was a bubbly girl. She was always cheerful, energetic and enthusiastic. And she had all the traits of a little kitten. She was slim, curvy, sexy, athletic and highly egoistic. She was always the boss. She always got what she wanted, whether by hook or by crook! And she was always ready to fight. She couldn't stay at one place for a long time. She always wanted to do this and that! And when it came to a new experiment, whether it involved clothes, accessories, hairstyle or anything else, she was the first one to volunteer. Fashion and stubbornness was in her blood. That was Sheryl! And that's why the name, Meow! And the 'awesome foursome' was really unique. Unlike other groups, where everyone shared common interests, the 'awesome foursome' was totally opposite. Each one of them had a unique personality that was no where close to each other. Zack was totally opposite to Sheryl. He was the most mature member of the group. Always talking less and listening more! And he was a bit reserve as well. Most of the time, he had to be provoked to open his mouth; otherwise he would just sit like a spectator. When it came to looks and appearance, Zack fell on the 'cute' side. He had the cute 'killer' smile that attracted the girls around the campus. But when it came to girls, Zack was always shy! Although Sheryl was the commander of the group, it was Jennifer who had the most unique personality. Just like Zack...Jennifer was simply 'cute'. Unlike a hot super model, Jennifer was more like a charming princess. And she was the master when it came to business and finance. While Mike, Zack and Sheryl worked ruthlessly to achieve an 'A' for their projects, Jennifer effortlessly secured an 'A Plus'. But she was not a 'Bookworm'. Jennifer was a 'party animal' with an intense sexual flame inside her. From outside, she was a cute and sweet girl with a smart brain. But inside, she was a nasty girl with a never ending thirst for sex. As far as Mike was concerned, he was the hottest topic of discussion among the girls. He was not a cute guy like Zack. He was hot! A 'sports fanatic' by nature, Mike had a cool attitude and a striking personality. He was always more of a 'sporty' guy than a 'party' guy and most of the times; his discussions would end up with sports. On an all, they were completely opposite to each other and yet...they were totally attached to each other! ***** Sheryl carried herself like a wild bull as she lifted the heavy books and shifted them from one place to another. It was really frustrating for her. Not because she fell into Mike's trap. But it was the short skirt that was torturing her. If she had even the slightest of hint that she was going to be trapped in such a situation, Sheryl would have put on her jeans. It was really embarrassing for her when she walked in front of the library staff. Everyone was staring at her tight round ass. But the worst part of the whole situation was that Sheryl couldn't bend down to pick up the books. If she did that, the person behind her would have a breath-taking view of her black lacy panties. So every time Sheryl had to pick up the books, she had to kneel down on the dusty floor to avoid revealing her panties. ***** Finally, the last lecture of the day ended at 5:00 pm. All three were waiting on the campus for Sheryl at their trademark meeting place. It was an old wooden bench that seemed to be as old as their famous B-School. Jennifer and Zack were sitting on the bench while Mike was standing in front of them. They were discussing about the H.R.M. project when they heard Sheryl. "Hey, guys!" Mike turned around and saw Sheryl walking towards them with fluid strides. Interestingly, she had a smile on her face inspite of the long embarrassing day. As Sheryl approached them, Mike playfully announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you....Meow! A hot and sexy girl who likes to wear short mini skirts and work in the library! Indeed a rare hobby!" Sheryl walked directly up to Mike. "That was a good one, pothead!" she sarcastically smiled at him. "But I'll make a come back. So just be prepared. I'm going to kick your ass!" Mike chuckled at her comment. But he knew she would make a big come back. And her come backs were often deadly! "I'm really tired, Mike," Sheryl continued in her bubbly tone. "I want a refreshing drink." "Let's go! The drinks are on me!" Mike announced. "Okay, but I want to know everything about the library," Jennifer said as she got up. "Me too!" Zack put in. "Me three!" Mike added with a laugh. And with that, all of them headed towards the cafeteria. There was not a single expression of irritation or anger on Sheryl's face. She was not upset with Mike. And that's why they were known as the 'awesome foursome'. ***** Zack, Jennifer and Sheryl took their seats at the table. The cafeteria was mostly empty, except for a few students. "So what will it be?" Mike asked. As always, Sheryl was the first one to reply. "Rock N Rolls!" "Okay." "Hey, Mike! I'll have a cheese burger," Sheryl added. "The food they provided was pathetic!" ***** Kneeling on the marble floor, Selena was placing the dishes on the lower shelves. Veronica was in the kitchen, taking a note of the inventories. "Hello! Veronica!" Selena heard a voice from the other side of the counter. Only a couple of dishes were remaining to be placed, so she thought it would not hurt anyone if she took a few more seconds. The person could wait for a moment. Mike heard a faint noise from the other side of the counter but he didn't see anyone in front of him. Out of curiosity, he leaned forward until his stomach touched the edge of the wooden counter. Then, he stretched the upper half of his body forward to look down on the other side of the table. Before he could react, Selena got up and her head brushed against Mike's chin, scaring the hell out of him. "Oh shit!" Mike backed up, almost falling on his back. But his hands quickly grabbed the edge of the table and he somehow managed to hold his balance. "Oh God! I'm so sorry...I was placing the dishes and...I'm really sorry..." "It's okay!" Mike said as he regained his composure. He was getting irritated. Not because of the girl standing in front of him. It was the laughter that was glaring behind him. He knew they had seen the embarrassing scene. Mike ignored his friends and looked up. The girl was staring at him. It appeared as if she was hypnotized by his deep blue eyes. He was about to say something but the laughter behind him became more and more loud and annoying. Turning his head over his shoulder, Mike saw his friends. They were looking at him and making all sorts of jokes. Jennifer and Zack were laughing. But Sheryl was laughing her lungs out. Ignoring them, he turned back and saw the girl's face. She was sill staring at him. "Can I use this?" Mike picked up an empty plastic glass that was kept on the table. Without looking at the glass, the girl simply nodded. "Thanks!" And with that, Mike swiftly spun around and shot the plastic glass at the table. Bang! The glass stuck Jennifer on her shoulder. "Hey! Don't you have any shame?" Jennifer complained. But she was still laughing. "Jen, don't be so rude," Zack commented in a childish accent. "The poor guy is already finding it difficult to maintain his balance on the ground." "May be we should buy him a walking stick on his birthday!" Sheryl added. And they started laughing again. Mike shook his head in disgust when he saw them. Who was he kidding? They would never stop laughing. In fact, as far as he knew them, they would never let him forget this episode for a week. Actually, for a month! Or perhaps, forever! Mike turned around and placed his hands on the counter. The girl was sill lost in his eyes. She was speechless. She was mesmerized! "Hello?" Mike waved his hand in front of her face; his open palm almost touched the tip of her nose. Selena gasped, realizing that she was staring at him like an idiot. "I'm so sorry...I was just..." "It's okay!" Mike interrupted her. "It was not your fault. Anyways, I'll have 4 Rock N Rolls and 1 cheese burger." Although it was her job to take orders, Selena found it difficult to respond. "Just a sec..." she stammered. She removed the small note pad and pen from the drawer and came back. "What was it?" she asked nervously. "4 Rock N Rolls and 1 cheese burger," Mike repeated politely. He was not angry with her. Selena had taken more than 30 orders since morning and some of them were quite long ones. But she had managed everything pretty well. And yet she was getting nervous as she wrote the small order on the page. Her fingers were shaking as she quickly made a note of the order. Perhaps it was Mike's presence that was making her nervous. Yes! That was the reason. "Give me 5 minutes!" Selena walked over to the small window where the orders were placed. "We have an order!" she called out as she tore the page and placed it on the window. Immediately, a hand came out from the other side and took the page. The moment Selena turned around; she heard a faint female voice from the other side of the window. "We don't make these things!" Dazed! Selena spun around and saw the page on the window. What was wrong? She was sure that she had taken the order correctly. She picked up the page and read it to confirm that she had taken the correct order. But the moment she read it, she gasped. She had made a fool out of herself. The note read: 4 Rick N Rings 1 Cheese Burgler God! What was happening to her? She was acting like an idiot! And that too, because of a hot guy who was 2 years older than her. She had to stop this! She had to control herself from thinking about Mike. Selena quickly wrote the order on a fresh page and read it two times before placing the note on the window. Again, the note was accepted. But she didn't move. She waited for several seconds but there was no compliant. Selena took a sigh of relief and stuffed the old note inside the back pocket of her jeans. She just stood there for a while. In a span of 10 seconds, she witnessed an intense battle between two thoughts. The first one 'suggested' her to occupy herself with some work. The second one 'ordered' her to go the counter and start a conversation with Mike while the order got ready. The first thought was safe and logical while the other one was difficult, tempting and risky. But her mind had stopped functioning. It was on a strike. So she opted for the risky venture. Selena walked up confidently and stood in front of Mike. "Your order will be ready in 5 minutes." "Thanks!" Selena felt a surge of excitement and nervousness as she stood there. She was getting confused. Her mind was not responding to her. How could she start a conversation with him? Whether she should ask his name which she already knew or introduce herself or compliment his t-shirt or talk about the weather or just stand there like a stupid doll? "I haven't seen you before," Mike startled her. "What? Oh...I just...it's my first day." Selena gave him a weak smile. "What's your name?" "Selena." She said it too quickly. Her tongue was slipping as if it was on a plate of butter. Mike smiled at her. "That's a beautiful name." He was really impressed by her name. It sounded sweet and romantic. "I'm Mike." He extended a polite hand and Selena brought her hand forward for a shake. Mike wrapped his hand around her soft palm, sending an electric current in her body. After a couple of shakes, he released her hand. Selena silently sighed when he broke the hand contact. She was enjoying his touch. Just as the nervousness started to fade away, a few students came over to the counter. Selena was really frustrated when she saw them. She desperately wanted to hit them and send them away but she couldn't do that. "I'll have to take their orders. I'm sorry...Mike." "It's okay," Mike smiled at her. With a frown on her face, Selena went over to the other students to take their orders. While Selena was busy taking the orders, Mike watched her intently. Her body was slim and she appeared to be only a couple of inches shorter than him. The light pink t-shirt and black jeans made her look like a model who was about to get ready for a fashion show. The black hair was unstyled to her shoulders but it only made her look sexier. The texture of her smooth skin was intoxicating. From his position, Mike saw the outline of her breasts on the t-shirt and they looked perfect on her body. But more than that, Mike was stunned by her dark black eyes. They were like small black pearls with a rare sparkle in them. God! She was a super model with a sexy figure! What the hell was she doing at the cafeteria? By the time Selena took the orders and placed them on the kitchen window, Mike's order was ready. She placed the loaded tray on the counter and smiled nervously. Mike quickly removed his wallet and placed the money on the counter. "Thanks...Selena!" And with that, Mike picked up the tray and walked over to the table. ***** Jennifer, Zack and Sheryl were discussing something when Mike arrived at the table. The moment they saw him, all three started laughing. Mike drew a seething inhalation and shook his head in disgust, clearly signaling that he was not at all enjoying it as much as they were. "Listen!" Mike sputtered. "If anyone of you laughs at me one more time, I swear that I'll pour this drink on that person's hair." Then he looked at Jennifer as he continued, "Trust me Jennifer, you won't like this drink on your brown hair." "And it's going to be worst for you, Meow!" he glared at her. "Because I'll also smash this burger in you face!" "And do you think we'll just sit here like losers!" Sheryl retorted with a grin. "I'll tear your t-shirt into pieces!" "And I'll punch you in your face!" Zack shot back. "And...I'll scribble my lipstick all over your face!" Jennifer added. And the three started laughing again. Mike knew it was over. There was no way he could sneak out of this situation. It was 3 versus 1. It was all over as far as he was concerned. And worst, they would always bring out this topic again and again and torture him till eternity. ***** Selena didn't have any more orders to attend so she stood at the counter, looking at Mike from the corner of her eyes. She was lost in her thoughts when she heard another loud laugh from their table. It was Sheryl. The three were still torturing Mike about the accident. For a moment, Selena intently looked at Sheryl. And as she did that, her emotions gave way to jealousy. She was thinking about Mike and Sheryl as a couple and it made her feel more and more jealous. She knew they were best friends. But she also knew that Mike and Sheryl fucked each other and it made her uneasy. For a second, she wished she was Sheryl. ***** But Selena was totally wrong. If only she knew the truth! The truth about the sexual relationship between the 'awesome foursome' members! In fact, no one in the B-School knew the truth. Since Mike and Sheryl constantly fought with each other, everyone thought that the 'awesome foursome' was made up of two couples- 'Mike and Jennifer' and 'Zack and Sheryl'. But they were wrong. Totally wrong! Only the four knew about the sexual relationship between them. It was a secret that was guarded by them since they met for the first time. And they had sworn not to reveal it to anyone in the B-School. In reality, 'Zack and Jennifer' was the cute couple. Both of them were simply cute! As far as Mike and Sheryl were concerned, they were friends. Best friends! Nothing more than that! Although they appeared to be the hottest couple in the B-School, they never had any sexual feelings for each other. They were not boyfriend and girlfriend. And they were definitely not fuck-buddies! Of course, the two had their own sexual desires. But they took care of that in their own ways. Sheryl was a horny girl with a fire in her body. But she always relied on her fingers to satisfy her needs. And when the tension would grow beyond her control, she would pick up a neighborhood guy and fuck him till she was satisfied. But it happened only 3 to 4 times in a month. As far as Mike was concerned, his post midnight companions were erotic stories and porn videos. And just like Sheryl, every once in a week, Mike would call a girl living in his neighborhood, take her for a movie or dinner and ended up screwing her in the backseat of his car or nailing her in the comfort of her own bed. Mike and Sheryl never dated anyone from the B-School because they didn't like the idea of involving any other person in their group. And co-incidentally, Mike and Sheryl had a very bad relationship experience when they were in college. So they were fed up of the whole 'relationship' drama. They only believed in one slogan- 'Fuck them! Forget them!" 00 The Club 00 That evening, they all went out to enjoy the Friday night. They were driving in Zack's car. Mike was sitting in the front seat while the two girls fought in the back seat. "We are going to the club!" Sheryl demanded. "No we are not!" Jennifer argued. "I want to go to the Chinese restaurant." Sheryl shook her head angrily. "Princess, we can go to the restaurant tomorrow!" "No! We can go to the club tomorrow." "Fine! Majority wins, okay?" Sheryl challenged her. "Okay!" Sheryl sat up straight on her seat and took a deep breath and firmly stated. "I want to go to the club! How about you Mike?" "Club!" Sheryl gave a beaming smile to Jennifer to make her look weak. But Jennifer kept her cool because she was confident that Zack would take her side. He always did! So what if the fight would end up in a tie. They would think of something else. "What about you Zack?" Sheryl asked. There was a hint of silent confidence in her tone. And it made Jennifer a bit nervous. Zack gave a quick thought. Technically, he was supposed to take his girlfriend's side. But he was a bit confused. Jennifer was clearly frustrated by his silence. "Will you say something?" "Club!" Zack said in a weak tone. "What? That's not fair! You..." "Zip it!" Sheryl interrupted. "It's 3 on 1. We are going to the club. In your face...loser!" Beyond Friendship Ch. 01 For several seconds, Jennifer glared at Sheryl who was slipping out her tongue and making funny faces to tease her. "You're a bitch!" Jennifer snapped. "Don't care!" Sheryl smugly smiled at her. "I've been called nastier than that!" Jennifer's expressions surprisingly softened and she laughed lightly at Sheryl's comment. She knew it was over. She had lost the battle. But she was not going to give up easily. She wanted to give it another try. "Stop the car! I want to go home!" But none of them responded to her. They knew she was making a lame attempt to change their minds. But it was not going to work! In fact, it never worked. "You heard me, Zack! Stop the car!" The moment Jennifer said that, Mike knew it was time to use the old reliable weapon. "Zack...Meow...on the count of three!" Oh no! Jennifer knew what was coming. She knew what Mike had just indicated to the two. It was their old weapon to stop her. And it always worked. Mike sat up straight in his seat. "One...Two...Three!" The moment he said 'three', all three shouted at the same time. "Jennifer! Shut the fuck up!" It was their trademark slogan to stop Jennifer whenever she got on their nerves. And it was always effective! ***** The music was glaring and people were dancing on the floor. Zack spotted an empty table and they made their way towards it. None of them were regular drinkers. But when they did, there was no limit, especially with Jennifer. As usual, they ordered screwdrivers for all of them. After an hour of talks and 3 rounds of drinks, Jennifer pulled Zack out on the dance floor. Mike and Sheryl were never great fans of dancing so they stayed back at the table. ***** Only 20 feet away from their table, Jennifer and Zack were dancing on the floor, face to face. She was laughing and smiling at him as they danced to the beat of the rocking music. They were the cutest couple on the floor. Jennifer was wearing a short black mini-skirt and a tight top with shades of black and white. Zack, on the other hand, was wearing a black denim jeans and a jade blue shirt. They were really getting in the mood when Zack's attention was caught by a hot blonde dancing only a couple of feet away from them. Jennifer saw the girl from the corner of her eyes and she was sure that the blonde winked at Zack. When she turned back to Zack, he was still looking at the blonde. "Don't even think about it!" Jennifer startled him. Zack turned his face and saw Jennifer. She was smiling playfully at him. But there was lust in her eyes. Jennifer quickly glanced at the blonde and turned back to Zack. "She's checking you out." "So?" "She wants to screw you!" Jennifer teased him. Her eyes were digging into his body. She always teased him like that. She knew Zack was always too shy and reserve when it came to girls and sex. But she actually liked it. He was just too sweet and innocent. "Shut up, Jen!" he snapped. He knew what she was trying to do to him. She was playing her dirty games again. And they were always deadly. "You don't want to screw her?" Jennifer pressed again. There was a wicked grin on her face. And it was making Zack quite uncomfortable. He gave her a fake smile. "Shut up!" "Fine! Besides...I would never allow you to nail that bitch...your mine! So let's give her a show!" "Are you nuts?" But Jennifer ignored his words. She pulled him closer, almost crushing their bodies together and started dancing sexy. Her firm breasts were pressed tightly against his chest. She was intentionally wiggling her ass to tease the blonde. Her hands were roaming all over his back. Their faces were tantalizingly close to each other and Zack felt her breath on his lips as they continued to dance. "Place your hands on my waist, Zack." He had no other option but to oblige her. So he placed his hands on her waist and they started an erotic show for the blonde. Jennifer leaned forward and kissed him on his lips. She started sucking his soft lips between her own. Zack's cock was getting harder and harder by every passing second. He had to stop her. He was getting embarrassed. Everyone was looking at them. So he pulled back his head to break the kiss. "Don't to do that, Jen!" ***** Back at the table, Mike and Sheryl were talking about random subjects. Mike was lost in his glass of screwdriver when Sheryl startled him with an odd question. "Do you know what 3 screwdrivers do to a girl?" Mike immediately knew it was one of her lousy jokes and he was not at all interested in hearing it. "Meow, I don't know but I'm assuming that you're going to torture me by telling the stupid answer!" "It's not funny, Mike! I'm serious. Do you know what 3 screwdrivers do to a girl?" "No!" "That!" Sheryl turned her head sideways and glanced at the cute couple who were dancing on the floor. Mike did the same and for a second, his jaw dropped to the floor when he saw Jennifer and Zack. They were displaying a porn movie. "What the hell is Jennifer doing?" Mike exclaimed. Sheryl chuckled at his comment. "That's what 3 screwdrivers do to a girl!" ***** Jennifer had crossed her limits by a huge margin. Her hands had strayed down to Zack's tight ass. She was moving her hands all over his butt, feeling the curves through the jeans. And it was making her more and more wet. When she cupped one of his ass cheeks and fondled it, Zack quickly snapped at her. "Stop it! We are not alone." He was clearly embarrassed by this dance, especially by Jennifer's behavior. She was completely buzzed. And everyone was looking at them intently. "Jen, let's go back to the table." But Jennifer spun around and backed up against Zack, pressing her tight round ass against his hard-on. She leaned her head backwards and rested it on his shoulder. Zack was feeling uncomfortable by the attention they were catching from everyone on the dance floor. "Jen...everyone is watching us." "I don't care..." She grabbed his hands and pulled them around her, placing them on her flat stomach. She was totally buzzed now. She wanted to dance like a slut. She didn't care if anyone was watching them. She didn't care if they thought she was a whore. In fact she liked that idea. And it made her wet! Jennifer was bumping and rubbing her ass against his hard-on and it was making Zack more and more uncomfortable because his cock was totally hard and his jeans were too tight. "I can feel your hard cock on my ass...and it's making me...wet!" Zack knew this was coming any moment. She was getting vulgar! It was a habit! She always loved to talk dirty to him. She always lost control over her tongue when she was hot and wet. And it never helped Zack one bit! He loved it too! Whenever she would talk dirty to him, it would drive him crazy. His cock was straining against the material of his jeans. It was dying to break free from the cage. For a second, he wanted to remove the fly and free his hard cock. But he couldn't do that. Not in public! Jennifer was well aware of the side effects of her dirty talks. She knew he was getting horny. She was teasing the hell out him. And she loved it! But she wanted more! She wanted to make him so hot that he would shoot his load inside his boxers. That was her ultimate target. Jennifer started pressing her ass against his hard-on in wild ambition. Zack was on the verge of loosing his control. The lust had taken charge of his mind. He knew it was useless to hold back now. He wanted her body. So he pressed forward a little and rubbed his hard cock on her ass. For a while, Jennifer didn't notice what he was doing. But when he started pressing his hard-on more forcefully, she couldn't hold back a grin. She knew his was totally defenseless now. He had surrendered himself. Jennifer adjusted her timing to meet his lustful forward jerks. In a few seconds, both of them found a rhythm and matched their thrusts. Whenever Zack would press forward his hard-on, Jennifer would push her tight ass backward, thus intensifying the rubbing effect. She was close to her goal. But she also knew that Zack always took a long time to release his pent up load. So she decided it was time for some more dirty talk. Jennifer turned her head slightly and slipped out her tongue. She licked his ear for a few seconds and started whispering nasty words in his ear. "Ohhh...baby, you're making my pussy wet!" "Fuck me!" she made a breathy whisper. "Fuck my tight ass...let everyone see...don't hold back...give it all you got...you know I'm a slut!" Zack was nowhere close to his senses. This was way too much for him. She was dragging him into the dark sinful forest of lust. And he was not stopping her. He was no longer pushing forward his hard-on on her butt. No! He was thrusting his hard-on against her tight ass. And Jennifer wasn't holding back either. She was slipping out her tongue to lick his ear and she was talking dirtier to him. "C'mon cutie...I know you like to fuck me...just keep fucking me in front of everyone...fuck me hard...show that blonde how you like to fuck my ass...make her jealous...fuck me till you shoot your hot cum!" This was too much for Zack. He was literally fucking her with their clothes on. He was fucking her on the dance floor and the people who were dancing around them were watching them shamelessly. "Ahhh...God!" Zack groaned. He pulled her tightly with his hands that were still placed on her flat stomach. "That's it...pull me closer to you...fuck me like a whore...c'mon Zack...you know I'm a fucking slut...punish me...fuck my ass...fuck your...Teacher!" Zack felt his cock throbbing inside his boxers. The last word from Jennifer's mouth was too much to handle. He pushed forward his hard-on and kept it pressed against her tight round ass. He pulled her closer to him as he shot his hot cum inside his boxers. "Ahhh...you bloody fucking bitch!" Zack almost collapsed on top of Jennifer as he shifted his entire weight on her back. "That's it...shoot it...fill you boxers with your hot seed!" Zack was totally buzzed. He almost pushed himself forward on her back and they were about to collapse on the floor. But Jennifer maintained her balance. For several seconds they stood their ground on the dance floor while the rest of the group were still dancing and staring at them. All of them knew what had happened. Even the hot blonde had become wet by watching the cute couple. "Jen, let's go to the table," Zack managed to say out of his breath. "Not yet, sweetie...I like this song...let's dance." She didn't wait for Zack and started dancing sexy again. Slowly at first, she picked up the beat and Zack had no other option but to join her. So they started dancing again. They were still in the same position. Jennifer was backed up against Zack, her ass pressing against his softening cock. And she still held his hands on her flat stomach. Zack had regained his senses. His lust had now given way to embarrassment. Everyone was watching them. And he was feeling uncomfortable by the lusty eyes that were checking them out. Jennifer slowly dragged his hand from her stomach towards her crotch. Zack was totally scared of the situation. She was getting bolder and shameless by every passing second. He had to stop her before she made them look like porn movie stars. When his hand touched the waistband of her black skirt, Zack forcefully pulled his hand away and slowly pushed Jennifer forward to break their body contact. And it made her angry. Jennifer spun around and pulled him closer once again, crushing her breasts against his chest. "Listen, jerk!" she blurted. "I've made you cum...now it's my turn...so you better make me cum...otherwise...you..." Zack pulled her out of the dance floor before she completed her sentence. "But Zack...I want to..." "Shut up, Jen!" he snapped without looking at her and led her to their table. ***** When Zack and Jennifer arrived at the table, Mike and Sheryl gave them a defiant glare. But the two ignored them and took their seats. Zack sat next to Mike while Jennifer took her seat next to Sheryl, just opposite to Zack. "You two are shameless!" Mike began as soon as the cute couple took their seats. "It looked like a porn movie!" "Hey, it was not my fault, okay!" Zack defended himself. "She started it!" "Yeah, but you could have stopped her!" Mike countered. "Don't blame him, Mike!" Sheryl interrupted. "It's definitely not Zack's fault. This bitch has corrupted his innocent mind!" "Shut up!" Jennifer snapped at Sheryl. "It was just a cute sexy dance, okay!" "Cute and sexy, huh?" Sheryl posted a fake smile on her face. "Well, let me put it this way, princess! You were looking like a cheap slut!" "Really!" Jennifer replied with a smile on her face. "Oh, Sheryl...that's so sweet of you. Thanks!" And they all started laughing... ***** It was 10 pm and the four were still chatting. They were not so hungry, especially because of the 3 rounds of screwdrivers so they had ordered a 'Cauliflower Napolitano' and a bucket of cheese garlic bread. "I think we should call it a day," Zack said, all of a sudden, after they finished the dinner. The moment he said that, Mike and Sheryl stared at him in astonishment. Zack was never the party popper. It was always Mike! Sheryl immediately sensed something fishy when Zack said that he wanted to go home. But she wanted to find out the reason. It was her nature to interfere into their personal matters. "Okay, Zack...what's the catch?" Sheryl gazed him keenly. Her emerald green eyes were sending a message that said 'Don't tell a lie. You stink at it'. Zack was not prepared for this ambush. So he gave a lame excuse. "I'm a bit tired." But Sheryl knew better. So she pressed again. "And?" "I have some work...early in the morning." "And?" "Shut up!" Zack snapped. "Are you my mother?" "I'm with Zack," Jennifer interrupted. "I think we should call it a day." Sheryl was really frustrated by them. She knew they were up to something and she was going to find out at any cost. "What's wrong with you two? It's just 10 pm!" "Meow's right!" Mike added. "Let's go to the hang out point!" ***** Mike and Zack were waiting near the car while the girls went to the washroom. "Okay, princess! What's wrong with Zack?" Sheryl asked as the two girls washed their hands at the sink. But Jennifer shrugged. Sheryl knew she would not speak out without being tortured so she sprinkled the cold water on Jennifer's face. "Hey! Don't do that!" "Then tell me what's wrong with Zack!" Jennifer knew Sheryl won't let her go till she found out the truth. It was her nature. She really liked it! "I'm waiting!" Sheryl cocked her eyebrow at her. Jennifer quickly looked around to confirm that they were alone in the washroom. "Okay, listen! When we were doing that cute dance..." "Vulgar!" Sheryl corrected her with a wicked grin. "Okay, vulgar! Anyways, when we were dancing on the floor...I made him so horny...that..." Jennifer couldn't complete her sentence and started laughing lightly. "Just say it, Jennifer!" "Okay," Jennifer caught her breath. "When we were..." "You were dancing on the floor...Blah!...Blah...!Blah!...I know that! Just come to the main point!" "I made him cum inside his tight jeans!" Jennifer said in one shot breath. The statement hit Sheryl like a kick in the face. "What that hell! You mean...he actually...oh shit! You are a slut!" "I know that!" Jennifer grinned. Sheryl knew Jennifer was a 'fuck friek' but she also knew how innocent Zack was. It was just unbelievable! She couldn't believe that Jennifer actually made Zack cum on the dance floor. For a moment Sheryl replayed the whole scene when Zack told them that he wanted to go home. And then it struck her mind! "Now I get it! He wanted to go home because...he was feeling uncomfortable in his boxers!" "Yes!" Jennifer confirmed. "But don't tell him that you know this! Otherwise he'll be mad at me." "Of course, I won't tell him," Sheryl assured. "I never tell him anything that you share with me...about you and him!" ***** As the two girls walked out of the washroom, Jennifer thought about changing their plan to visit the 'hang out' point. "Let's tell the boys that we're going home!" "No way!" Sheryl snapped. "I'm not leaving this golden opportunity to tease the hell out of Zack!" "What do you mean?" "Just wait and watch! I'm going to stretch this night as long as I can!" Jennifer shook her head in disgust. "You just like to torture us, don't you?" "I don't like it, princess!" Sheryl smiled at her. "I love it! It's my hobby!" 00 The Hang Out Point 00 The 'hang out' point was a cliff on the far end of the beach. Sheryl had shown them this cool place only one week after all four met for the first time. And since then, they called it the official 'hang out' point. At least, 3 to 4 times a week, they would end up spending hours at this place. And the best part was that the place was always secluded. No one came there. So it was the perfect spot, especially for loving couples. The surface of the cliff was covered with short green grass with an array of jasmine flowers along the corner of the cliff. ***** Zack parked the car only 20 odd feet away from the edge of the cliff so that the car directly faced the sea. And within a minute, everyone got out of the car and took their trademark seats. Zack pulled the wipers wide open and climbed on the bonnet. And Jennifer quickly joined him. They stretched out their legs and leaned back on the front glass, sitting side by side, holding each others hand and facing the calm sea. Jennifer leaned her head sideways so it rested on Zack's shoulder. Sheryl, as always, had already climbed on top of the car before Zack and Jennifer. Placing her palm flat on the roof of the car, she gently dropped herself lower. Her stomach lay flat on the polished metal of the roof. She stretched out her legs so the toes touched the rear glass. She folded her arms and touched her chin on the cold metal of the car. The sea was right in front of her eyes and her face was just above Zack and Jennifer's hair. The cool breeze was scented with jasmine blossom, making it more romantic. Mike had stretched his body on the smooth and almost flat rock, only a couple of feet away from the car. He was on his back and the clear sky was looking down at him. The tiny stars were smiling at him in the presence of the full moon. It was the only place where none of them would break the silence. Not even Sheryl! They would always spend hours in their positions without talking to each other. Just watching the waves or staring at the clear sky studded with twinkling stars. It was magical! ***** Zack checked his watch for the fifth time. It was 11:30 pm. "Can we go now?" "10 minutes!" Sheryl whispered just above his head. She was intentionally teasing him. After 10 minutes, Zack again tried his luck. "Let's go!" "Not yet!" Sheryl snapped. "But you said 10 minutes!" "I did? I'm so sorry, Zack. I meant...30 minutes!" Zack sighed. He knew it was useless to argue with Sheryl. She would never listen to him. In fact, she would never listen to anyone. She was always the boss. After a while, Sheryl looked down and saw the two heads touching each other. She knew Zack and Jennifer were kissing. Slowly dropping her hand down, Sheryl gently touched Jennifer's hair without letting her feel anything. Then, pinching her hair between her fingers, Sheryl tugged it. "Ouch!" Jennifer broke the passionate lip-lock and raised her head to look up. Sheryl was looking down at them with an evil grin on her face. "Don't do that again!" Jennifer snapped. "Then don't kiss him again!"