2 comments/ 16824 views/ 12 favorites Deceiving Emily By: kav123 My name's Amy. I'm in my mid-late twenties now and this story is about an experience I had back when I was 19 and in my second year at Uni. Having lost my virginity fairly early, I arrived at Uni with a fair bit of sexual experience under my belt compared with many friends from my hometown. I'd moved away to the other side of the country and lived in halls of residence during the first year. Having made good friendships with most of the other 7 guys/girls in my halls, I stayed on for the second year along with some others. At the start of the first year. I'd met a girl called Emily at the 'Freshers' event for new starters. We immediately hit it off and became best friends over the course of the year. Emily had blonde, medium-length curly hair, in stark contrast to my long, straight dark-brown hair. She was a similar size to me at only 5ft 6inches, and had a similar build with a slightly darker complexion (my Irish ancestry means I'm pretty pale!). She was very pretty and had perfect skin - I wish mine was as smooth as hers, but she sets a high-bar. I secretly had a girl-crush on Emily. It was no wonder, she was simply beautiful, with bouncy 32C breasts, perky little nipples for tits that size, a firm ass and the smoothest legs I'd ever seen. In the six months prior to our meeting, my relationship with Lucy (my best friend from home) had become sexual, although nobody outside of us two had any idea what was going on. Although me and Lucy both considered ourselves straight, we'd discovered new levels of pleasure together and our relationship was more of a 'best-friends-with-benefits' arrangement rather than anything serious. I totally got-off on the secrecy and sneaking around! Regardless, I'd begun to question my sexuality and having this perfect, cute and bubbly new friend around didn't help with my confusion. Occasionally, around Emily I'd catch myself stealing glances at her body, but I was too unsure and scared to do anything about it. Anyway, she was one of my 7 housemates. As well as a house, we also shared much the same taste in music, TV, films, clothes (which we swapped often) and guys. Halls were a pretty wild place in the first year. With none of our final degree mark resting on it, people used to be out late most nights and would often turn up to lectures drunk, or not at all. People had pretty loose requirements when it came to sex too and rarely a night went by where at least one of my housemates didn't bring a stranger back on a one-night-stand. I'd been fucking Ed (one of my housemates) on a casual basis pretty regularly, he was seriously hot and wasn't often without company. He was also no slouch in bed and was hard to turn down when I'd been drinking or feeling a little lonely. Sometimes Ed would wait up for me to get home after a night out to see if I was in the mood, or he'd 'accidentally-on-purpose' bump into me on the landing at 3am not wearing much. He knew a surefire way to get me horny was to twist any conversation round to sex. He thought I didn't know his plan, but it was pretty obvious what he was up to. However, I was fairly pragmatic about it - we were used to using each other and, when I'm drunk and horny I couldn't care less about his plan - I had needs. Emily was more reserved than me. She'd slept with a couple of guys early-on (including another housemate, Rob) but had got a long-term boyfriend halfway through the first year called Will. They were good for each other and great fun to be around. Will was a semi-permanent fixture at our place and stayed over most nights. He was around 6ft tall and had a good body (I saw it around the house quite a bit). We got on really well and I often thought that me and Will would've made a good couple if Emily hadn't made the first move. I'd been planning to make a move for Will myself, but left it too long. It never crossed my mind that Em might've liked him, let alone that she'd be bold enough to make the first move. I can be quite blinkered like that, you may even call me slightly selfish, but it's a character trait I'm aware of and try to control. Anyway, despite quietly lusting after Will for a month or two, I got used to them being together and enjoyed their company. However, Will sometimes made it hard as he was a very flirty guy and occasionally I'd find myself thinking about him, particularly if I'd been drinking. In fact, there'd been a few occasions during their year-long relationship when I thought Will was being inappropriately flirty with me, especially when Emily wasn't around. Once, he'd let his eyes linger way too long when we met on the landing one night. To put it into context, I was staggering drunkenly from Ed's room back to my own wearing only a long T-shirt on my body and a 'just fucked' look on my face. In hindsight though, Will was basically just a standard pervy guy, so this was understandable - I didn't think any less of him for having a gawp. Anyone else would have too. Another time, he'd come to our place to spend the night with Emily. He'd been out with his own mates and let himself in with the hidden 'emergency key'. It was about 2AM when he walked into the lounge to find me on my knees, sucking off some guy I'd bought back. Although I was still dressed, I was oblivious to Will as I continued to suck for all I was worth. The really embarrassing part was that I was furiously and brazenly fingering myself under my short skirt, which would've been obvious to see from Will's position. As soon as I noticed him I wanted the ground to swallow me whole - I must have looked like such a slut! Will made out he'd only just that second walked in. At the time he feigned apology and covered up his eyes, but let it slip several days later that he'd seen more than just that second or two, though wouldn't say how long. He teased me about it and I took it all in good spirit, but he could've been watching for ages for all I knew. The weird thing was that I was kind-of turned on by the fact he saw me this exposed, and in the end I'd look forward to the times he'd tease me about it in private. We never told Emily about that night as I knew it'd make her uncomfortable. However, it felt like we were keeping secrets together from her, like we had something to hide. I did have a knowing chuckle to myself a few days later when she confided in me that Will had woken her up that very night and fucked her harder than ever before - apparently he'd been insatiable for weeks after. Again, I secretly got-off on this information, and I didn't blame Will for looking, I'd probably do the same in that situation! Will obviously liked what he saw, but apart from my reputation and modesty there was no harm done - it's not like we'd done anything. The time when I knew for sure that Will fancied me too was on a night out for a friend's birthday. About 15 of us had gone out to celebrate and were all pretty hammered. Will seemed to take every opportunity to touch me that he could. A pat of my leg at the table, a hug, a peck on the cheek etc etc. At one point, Emily was dancing with one of the other guys in our group, so Will danced with me. The song became a slower number and he put his arms around me - I'd like to point out that Emily also had her arms around her partner, but far more innocently than me and Will. As we swayed, Will's hands traced round my back to my sides and slid slowly down to my hips. I could feel the electricity and couldn't bring myself to stop him. His hands slowly slipped round to the small of my back, and I held my breath as they immediately moved down, lighting hovering over my ass. By not immediately stopping him, it was already too late, Will knew I didn't want him to stop. I stayed, frozen in his grip, swaying gently to the music. My eyes were fixed on Emily the whole time. I was watching her, initially half-heartedly hoping she'd see us, get jealous and make an excuse to come over which would get me out of this situation. However, I soon realised I didn't want an easy way out, I was enjoying this far too much. I'd wanted Will from day one, and here I was with his hands on my ass. We both took a sharp intake of breath as he slowly squeezed my ass once, then having met no resistance, twice. All the while my gaze was locked onto Emily who was drunk, dancing and oblivious. As the song ended, I shook myself out of my daydream, wriggled free from Will and left the dancefloor. I'd let the cat out of the bag. By not stopping him at all, Will now knew that I returned the lust he clearly felt towards me. I knew things were going to get complicated with the three of us from that moment on. That brings me to the start of my second year when we all went out to celebrate Emily's 19th birthday. We hadn't seen much of each other since that night and had spent the summer back in our hometowns. We had some catching-up to do! After several bars we ended up in the regular local club where Emily continued to drink all the shots put in front of her. She was pretty drunk which gets her horny (another trait we shared, along with millions of girls around the world). We were inseparable for most of the night and I was enjoying having my friend back after what seemed like forever. Suddenly Will snuck up behind her on the dancefloor and encircled her in his arms from behind. He roughly squeezed her sizeable tits right in front of me and nibbled her neck passionately. She immediately turned away from me and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss. Without realising, I was watching them intently as they passionately snogged each other, and Will's hands slid all over her body. Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat as I realised that me and Will had made eye contact. He'd opened his eyes and was staring over her shoulder directly at me as he tongued her mouth and felt her up through that tight dress. We stared at each other for ages while he kissed and caressed my best friend, but Will's look said that his mind was elsewhere. I snapped out of my transfixed state and went to the toilets to get my head together. I couldn't deny it any more - I wanted Will, and was sure he wanted me, but Emily was my best friend and therefore I'd have to continue to torture myself. After grabbing a quick drinks on my own, I went to find the others. I was beginning to think Will and Emily had given into their desires and gone back home to fuck when I noticed them in a dark corner. Emily (normally fairly reserved in public) was obviously more drunk than I realised. Will had her pressed up against a wall with her legs slightly spread and was rhythmically rubbing his hand under the high hem or her dress. It didn't take a genius to realise from the wanton look of abandon on her face that Will's fingers were working some magic on her pussy. Somehow, hardly anyone else has noticed but it was pretty clear what was going on. Emily's pretty face was slumped against his shoulder, eyes closed in pleasure - or inebriation. She looked slutty and beautiful all at the same time as her mouth hung slightly open, clearly lost in her own world. Knowing her as I do, this behaviour was more likely to be driven by drink than desire. She was clearly out of control while Will finger fucked her to orgasm right there in the club. She'd be mortified when (or if) she remembered in the morning. Watching this brazen display of passion had got me pretty juiced up and I was gutted that it was so near the end of the night. I was in the mood to be pulled and had just clicked the dial down a notch on my level of requirements! I approached Will just as he was straightening Emily up and getting himself together. "Busy?", I said, with sarcasm in my voice. He grinned back a little flustered and tried to act normal, hoping I hadn't seen what they'd been up to. "We should get Emily home" he said, "She's pretty tired and could probably do with getting to bed". "What you mean William..." I bantered with a knowing smirk on my face "...is that YOU could do with getting her to bed so you can give her a birthday present before she passes out"! "Well yes, that too" he laughed. "But I'm not sure she'll be in any fit state after the amount she's drunk this evening" he said. "So you thought you'd sneak in some action early, just in case?" I questioned sarcastically. Will looked embarrassed and pretended to be confused. As he stumbled with his words, Emily's legs gave way beneath her. Her back slid down the wall and she landed quite hard on her ass, on the floor of the club. Me and Will exchanged a look and rolled our eyes at each other. "Come on" I said loudly to Emily, "Let's get you home to bed, you can sleep it off". We took an arm each over our shoulders and walked Emily out to the taxi rank. Dragged would've been a better description. The taxi dropped all three of us off at mine & Emily's halls at around 1.30am. Will was staying over, as he often did. He put on a film and we flopped onto the sofa. Me on the left, Will in the middle and Emily - conscious at least - slumped on the right, with her legs draped across his lap. I got up and got us some vodkas. Emily insisted she wanted one so I obliged, but by the time I'd got back she was asleep in the position I'd left her. I kept the vodkas coming as me and Will continued to watch the film - Emily was comatose and we were both quite drunk. It was dark, but I could see by the light of the TV that Will was caressing those smooth legs as they lay across his lap, slowly massaging her calves and moving upward to her thighs. Watching this was reigniting the fire I felt earlier and I could feel myself getting wet. After several minutes, he got to the hem of her dress. Given that she was unconscious, I figured he'd stop there, but he started to push it upwards. My mind recalled one of the intimate details Emily had shared with me about Will. He liked to wake her up in the morning - or sometimes in the middle of the night - by fingering or going down on her while she was still asleep, and that she loved it. She told me she'd wake up to find she was already soaking wet and desperate for sex. On one occasion she said she'd subconsciously spread her legs in her sleep and woken up to find Will sliding his cock into her. Even being as open as I am, this sounded like it was right on the borderline to me and I'd have to have been with someone a long time before I thought that being molested in my sleep was ok, but each to their own! Regardless, this was obviously acceptable to her and a pang of excitement ran through me as Emily's hem rode higher and higher. Will shifted in his seat and it was clear he had a raging hard-on he was trying to keep under control. I had no idea where this was going - had he forgotten I was right next to him, or that Emily was passed out and incapable of doing anything with him? I felt uncomfortable and I let out a small cough to remind Will of the situation since he was obviously lost in a moment of desire. I shifted round on the sofa to face them and tucked my legs under my bum. His hands froze and came back down her legs, and continued to stroke and squeeze her lower thighs as before. Such was our drunken state that Emily's dress remained where he left it, lewdly crumpled up around her hips and stomach exposing the pretty, light green, lacy hipster knickers from the set she'd bought with me earlier that day. The low-lit room wasn't lowly-lit enough to hide much and the light from the TV made what was going on much clearer to me than Will obviously thought. I broke the silence. "You're gonna be pretty frustrated tonight, mister" I said playfully. "Yeah I know it sucks" he said. "She looked lovely tonight" I said, nodding in Emily's direction. "At least, she did until you and her got frisky in the club, then she looked kinda slutty" I joked. Will sensed the opportunity to laugh off what I'd seen earlier and chuckled "Sorry about that, she sometimes gets like that when she's had too much to drink, I don't know what came over her". "Well I know what came over you!" I sniggered, matter-of-factly, nodding in her direction. Will took a mocking intake of breath and pretended to be shocked by my comment. "Amy"" he said, again feigning shock "you really are a filthy individual aren't you?" he finished. "Err sometimes yes" I joked "but so are you from what Emily tells me". "What do you mean?" he said, looking a little concerned. "Oh, nothing" I flirted, enjoying the sexual direction the conversation was heading in. "Just that me and Emily share EVERYTHING", we're close and there's not much we don't know about each other as far as guys are concerned". "What have you been told?" Will rolled his eyes. "I couldn't possibly betray a confidence" I responded, fully intending to betray a confidence. Will leaned in closer "Come on, what's she been saying?" he whispered (I don't know why as Emily wouldn't have woken if he'd shouted through a megaphone). His stroking of Emily's thigh was like a barometer of his excitement, as his hand moved higher again. "Oh, nothing important, just some of the things you like to do, you know, in bed". "Err such as?" he sounded worried but looked excited. "A few things in particular, actually" I teased. I leaned in really close to Will and put my mouth right up against his ear as if telling a forbidden secret as he listed intently. "Emily told me..." I whispered "...that you love her to shave everything off" I broke for a second, letting him think I was finished with this relatively tame revelation. I continued, cranking it up a notch. "She told me that you like to wake her up with 'special kisses'..." again I paused, letting it sink in that she'd been telling me some of Will's most personal preferences. Now I was so hot that I couldn't resist taking it to the next level and talking a little dirty. "She also told me that you like to watch her play with herself while you get yourself off..." I whispered. I froze again to sense Will's reaction. He had turned his head away from me and was looking down at Emily. I peered round the back of his head to see Emily's underwear crudely pulled halfway down her thighs and his hand working it's way into her beautifully shaven pussy. I was watching the guy I'd lusted after for a year openly fingering my unconscious, hot best friend right in front of me - and far from being jealous or disgusted, I was turned on to the point of being dangerous. "Finally..." I whispered, this time my lips brushed lightly against his ear as his other hand made contact with my right thigh "...my best friend... the girl you're fingering right in front of me... told me that you like to fuck her..." both our breathing was sharp now. "...cum inside her..." his hand opened and rested fully on my bare leg. "...and then afterwards you like to eat her fucked pussy..." Will's hand trailed up the back of my thigh and was now under my short skirt stroking my ass. "...I told you we shared everything didn't I?" I teased, as the side of Will's head rubbed against mine, our cheeks firmly touching as our heads moved slowly backwards, both of us knowing what was coming next. Our cheeks never broke contact, then Will's lips found mine and we locked into a powerful, passionate kiss. His hand moved out from my ass, up and over the top of my thigh and down the inside. Instinctively I opened my legs giving Will whatever access he wanted. In no time at all, Will's hand was forcefully rubbing the crotch of my soaking knickers as we kissed. He was fumbling and struggling between my legs because of the angle, but just about managed to enter over the waistband, glide down through my thin brown bush to slide a finger between my soaking wet pussy lips. Taboo is the biggest turn-on for me and I lost all regard for my best friend as I broke the kiss and stared down to see Emily exposed, with Will's fingers still sliding in and out of her as his other hand did the same to me. At that point I was so horny I'd have done anything to anyone. I rubbed Will's cock through his jeans as he stroked me faster and faster. He withdrew his other hand from Emily and used it to stroke up my leg before grabbing and squeezing my ass. Deceiving Emily Emily's juice glistened in the light of the TV, smeared up my leg by his hand. Without thinking, or knowing why, I grabbed his hand and shoved it up my skirt. Will swapped hands and pushed two - then three - well-lubricated fingers into me, still warm from Emily. That drove me over. I leaned up and forwards on my knees into him and grabbed on. As my pussy clamped tight around his fingers, I scrunched my eyes tightly shut and tried desperately to stifle my moans as a huge orgasm tore through me. Once it had subsided, we stayed in each other's arms for a minute or so in silence. Emily suddenly coughed and shifted position. We both instinctively jumped up off the sofa in an instant but pathetic attempt to mask what we'd just done. In that moment my whole friendship with her flashed before my eyes and I regretted my betrayal. But Emily didn't move. She wasn't awake and was just as comatose as she's always been. The relief on our faces must have been a picture. I felt like I'd been given a get-out-of-jail free card as I exchanged looks with Will and turned away, running my fingers through my hair in relief and trying to calm down. Clearly Will didn't share my feelings as his hands encircled my waist from behind and he planted gentle kisses on my neck, hoping to pick up where we'd left off. I wriggled away from him, pushing his hands off me before turning and telling him what a mistake we'd just made, how Emily didn't deserve what we'd done to her and how we didn't deserve her as a result. My mind was right again and I had to take care of Emily. In a vain attempt to make it up to her I decided to give her back her decency and put her to bed. I slid her underwear back into place and told Will to give me a hand getting her into bed so she could sleep off the alcohol. Emily's head lolled forwards as, for the second time that evening, we held her up between us, this time trying to negotiate the stairs to her first-floor room. Her room was the first one at the top of the stairs. I turned the key and we manoeuvred her inside before laying her on the bed. Will went to get her some water and something to be sick into, just in case. With all that had gone on, it felt very wrong to undress her, but she'd never have slept well in that tight dress, so I unzipped it and slipped it off her. Leaving her in her underwear, I covered her up and left to make a quick trip to the loo. When I returned, I waited in the doorway as Will placed the water and bowl by the bed. As he came to the doorway, I expected him to close it and stay with Emily, but instead he came out onto the landing before shutting her door. I was surprised and pissed off. I asked him what he was doing. "I'll crash on the sofa tonight" he said. "Feels weird sleeping next to her after what happened earlier". Will's sudden apparent guilt annoyed me. "Not sure you can contain yourself next to an unconscious helpless girl again? You'll probably try to fuck her this time" I snapped, without making eye contact, unimpressed and a little pouty. "Don't give me that shit" Will shot back, as he turned and aggressively put one hand against the wall next to my head. He leaned in and trailed his other hand roughly across my mouth and nose as he whispered "You didn't have a problem with me having a little fun with her when you were cumming hard all over this hand twenty minutes ago". I could smell the sex on his hand. He continued by wiping it back across my face the other way "In fact, you didn't seem to have a problem with taking it from Emily's beautiful, tight, smooth little pussy and shoving it straight into your hairy little cunt". He was trying to humiliate me but I was mesmerised. I was being insulted and degraded and was struggling to control myself. Not from hitting him as you might expect, but from jumping him right then and there. I still wanted him. His hand fell to mine. "Me fingering her didn't stop you grabbing my cock..." he said as he directed my hand to the front of his trousers. I instinctively rubbed him through his jeans again. His hand went back to my face "...in fact, seeing Emily get fingered only seemed to get you more excited...". He wasn't wrong. "...you couldn't blame a guy for thinking you wished you were doing her yourself..." He was leaning really close now and my face began to follow his hand, wanting more as it swept past my mouth and nose. He had me again, and he knew it. As his other hand crept under my skirt and squeezed my ass. I shivered in pleasure. "...I've always wanted you Amy, and when you started to make it clear that you wanted me too, this was always going to happen..." "...The amount of times I've fucked Emily imagining it was you... I can't wait to try it for real..." His teasing was driving me wild, and like I said earlier, I love dirty talk. That was obviously a fetish of mine which she'd shared with him and he was now taking full advantage, pressing all the right buttons. We kissed again, with even more passion than the first time. Will's right hand forcefully moved down my side to my hips and beyond, past the hem of my skirt to my thigh. I knew where this was going and exactly what his next move was. I pushed his hand away and staggered backwards along the corridor towards my own door, pulling him with me, hardly breaking the frenzied kiss the entire way. I practically pinned him against my door as I fumbled to find the key. We fell through the door and heard the safety of the lock clicking shut behind us as we collapsed on the bed. I climbed on top of him. As we kissed, I leaned forwards into him. My ass poked high in the air as his hands pulled my skirt up to my hips, before gravity did the rest and it flopped forwards. As I pulled off my top, his hands instantly shot down inside the back of my knickers to squeeze my bare naked ass and tickle my wet pussy lips from behind. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic and pulled them roughly over my ass, but couldn't reach to get them any further down. I unclipped my bra and threw it aside. My average-sized 34B tits were loose and his hands went to them straight away, squeezing, licking and sucking them like a man possessed. I pulled off his top with a little help from him and fumbled to unbuckle his belt and jeans. I'd never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted Will at this point. I tugged his jeans down as much as I could without breaking free from the deep kissing and heavenly work he was doing on my tits. His cock sprung free and I immediately wrapped my hand around it and started to pump as fast as I could, wanking him hard. He stopped what he was doing to savour the feeling. I'd had the benefit of cumming earlier, but he must have been ready to explode after generously giving 3 separate finger-fucking sessions and two orgasms tonight already without getting anything in return! But a little hand-action wasn't going to be enough for either of us. My knickers were still wrapped halfway down my thighs so I stopped wanking him just long enough to reach back, slide them down to my knees and hook my left leg out of them. They were almost dripping wet and remained tangled around my right knee as I grabbed Will's cock and guided it bareback to my desperate, empty pussy. I slid down the full length of his cock until our pelvises rested against each other's and he was fully inside me. I thought he was going to cum right then and there but thankfully he held off. I ground myself against him, getting his 8-inches as deep as it would go. I was in heaven as I finally rode Will's hard cock, giving it everything I had. A few minutes later and we were both getting close as he pulled me forwards onto my hands in a quest to get even deeper. His pace quickened and I became almost a spectator as he thrust up into me hard and at a lightning pace. 30 seconds of this was all I could handle and I collapsed, moaning hard, onto Will's chest as I had the most powerful orgasm of my young life. As I spasmed, my juices gushed out of me, coating his cock and my bedsheets. Will had almost reached the end and gave me a breathless 5-second-warning... "I'm gonna cum..." "Yes, do it..." was all I could manage by way of a response. He squeezed my ass hard and pulled himself into me as deeply as he possibly could for those final thrusts, and with a huge groan he started to empty his balls into me. I lay prone on top of him as stream after stream of hot, sticky cum pumped into my pussy. I thought he was never going to finish cumming, until finally his hard grip on my ass started to loosen. I laid on top of him for several minutes, both of us silently recovering from what we'd just done. Will eventually slipped his limp cock out from me, releasing the plug that had kept his cum inside. I felt thick globs slowly trickle down through my pubes, making my mound cool and wet. I slipped off him and laid on my side facing away from him into the room. It was now that I was out of my insatiable state that I began to think about Emily. What had we done? What did it mean? Could I possibly own up to her without ruining our friendship? Did Will want to leave her for me? Did I want him to? Will's hand tentatively traced down my side and rested on my hip, I didn't respond. "Are you ok?" he said softly. I nodded without looking, exhausted, semi-drunk, confused and not knowing the answer. He moved close behind and spooned into me. His hand lovingly stroked my skin and moved up to stroke my hair. This was clearly more than just lust for him, more than just a drunken fuck to close some unfinished business. Although feeling bad for my betrayal of Emily, Will's attention relaxed me and felt so right, and I didn't want him to stop. I woke at 5am with a bit of a headache, but feeling horny. I remembered suddenly the events of a few hours ago as Will's hand craned around my body and gently stroked my bush. It felt cold and damp as his hand smeared his cum into my pubes. There was the occasional sharp pull as a finger got caught in a dried clump of my hair, but still it felt divine. His fingers worked slowly ever closer to my pussy. I felt his rock-hard cock pointing diagonally downwards, nestled in between my ass cheeks as he gently stroked back and forwards in tiny movements, using my ass to wank himself. I briefly panicked that Will was still here with me. I'd fallen asleep in his arms. That doesn't happen on a one-night-stand. But where was Emily? Would she remember anything? But I couldn't dwell on Emily too long. I was very horny, very quickly and I could now see why she liked this method of being woken up. I was getting very wet thinking about how dirty this whole situation was, and that was multiplied by the risk factor. I was still full (or at least covered-in) Will's huge deposit of cum from our fuck earlier on. My mind jumped back to what Emily told me about his fetish for eating her out after they'd had sex. Although I was rapidly becoming insatiable again, and would ordinarily be up for letting a guy do the same to me immediately after sex, I drew the line at doing it hours afterwards when I felt sticky, dirty and skanky. My being dirty and sticky didn't seem to bother Will though, and I let him know I was awake by giving him an encouraging moan and a little wiggle against his cock. Looking back, that was my last chance to kid myself that the drink was to blame for us sleeping together. Here we both were, with relatively clear heads, about to cheat on Emily again. Will stepped up the pace and sped up using my ass to get himself off. His hand pushed against the top of my sticky legs and, feeling safe and liberated in Will's arms, I opened them wide to allow his fingers to rub and enter my skanky pussy. I could definitely tell that Will's excursion between my legs was more about his fetish that it was about pleasing me, as he continued to smear the gloopy mess around my matted bush, pussy and upper thighs. I was horny and needed some proper attention badly. Will was sliding his cock between my ass cheeks with long strokes now and I could tell he was going to cum in the next few minutes if left alone. As with last night, I was now out of control again and took matters into my own hands, literally, as without a word I reached back and guided his big cock into my slippery pussy from behind. His hands immediately came up from both sides to my squeeze my tits as he thrust into me, slowly and passionately at first, pulling right out to the tip before sliding slowly back in to the hilt. I savoured his attention to detail, I was in heaven and moaned quietly with each stroke and squeeze as his hands wiped old cum over my tits. I needed to get off and I needed it right away. Without thinking what I was doing, my hand dropped to my pussy and started to rub my clit as he fucked me. It took me a few seconds to realise Will had stopped thrusting and was transfixed watching me masturbate. I couldn't stop myself and said in a desperate whisper "My god, don't stop". Realising he had, he snapped out of his daydream and started fucking me with the same long, full strokes as before, but this time much, much faster. Will thrust in and out of my well-lubricated pussy like a piston. A couple of minutes later he nuzzled into the back of my long, dark hair and grunted in pure pleasure as he unloaded - for the second time in a few short hours - a bucketload of hot cum into my cheating pussy. That was enough for me, and I came instantly. Reaching my climax had again bought the reality of the situation crashing home to me again and barely a minute passed before I slipped Will out of me and got out of bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I don't think I've ever looked as slutty to this day. Naked, with smeared cum and bite marks on my tits, arms and shoulders. Terrible bed-hair and puffy red nipples. My damp knickers were still tangled around one ankle as big globs of warm cum ran down my thighs and through my fingers as I tried to cup my mound to keep it off the carpet. My light-brown pubes were a mixture of wet, sticky patches and dry, crusty, dark, matted areas, cold to the touch as my attempt to save the carpet failed. I pulled up my cold, damp knickers to contain it and put on my dressing gown to restore any modesty I might've had left. My mind was working clearly for the first time since we picked Emily off the floor of the club last night. "You have to leave" I said to Will. "Emily could be awake soon and will wonder where you are". "What about all this?" Will said, referring to 'us'. "DO NOT tell Emily" I responded. "We've done something terrible to her and she doesn't deserve that". "Don't you think we could have something between us?" he said, dressing hastily. I lied. Convincingly as it turned out. "No. It would destroy her to know. She loves you, but I could never love you knowing that you'd left her for me". "You make it sound like I'm the only one who has cheated" he argued. "No, we're both to blame here" I said, matter-of-factly. "But who's to blame doesn't matter. All that matters is who gets hurt, and we have to put Emily's feeling first after what we've done, now go, quickly". I opened the door and stood by it, waiting for him to leave. As he passed me, he suddenly grabbed me forcefully and planted a full kiss on my lips. He held me hard and I couldn't fight it as our tongues swirled deeply. After a few seconds I broke the kiss and said "Goodbye Will". "That was a much nicer goodbye" he smiled before tiptoeing up the landing to the bathroom. After a shower and a little nap, I went down about 11am to grab some breakfast only to find Emily and Will doing the same. She was surprisingly upbeat given her state the previous night. She had a habit of not getting hangovers. We all chatted perfectly naturally as though nothing had happened between me and Will. Emily, thankfully, was oblivious. When Will left she thanked me for helping to look after her last night. "Will told me all about you guys having to drag me to bed - I'm sorry I got so hammered" she said. "And also... sorry about what happened in the club, I remember that part". My mind flicked back to discovering Emily pinned against the wall before she collapsed. "Pretty embarrassing huh?" she continued. I laughed, "Yep, I think you might've left your boyfriend a little frustrated" I said, truthfully. "Oh don't worry about him" she said, perkily. "I made sure I gave him an extra special treat this morning" she winked. I instantly panicked that she might've smelt me on Will. Either my perfume, or other intimate smells but I guess after such a rough night her radar must've been a little off. For those of you who like to know what happened next, I'm happy to say that me and Will never did anything like that night again. On more than one occasion I've been tempted, and I've seen that look in his eyes too. Whenever anything got even slightly dangerous between us, I made sure to get out of there immediately as I know I can't trust myself. Happily, I had the honour of being a bridesmaid at Emily and Will's wedding a few years later and are due to celebrate their third anniversary any day now!