Chapter 1: That’s Up to Jack
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We always hosted.
Backyard BBQs, birthday parties, late-night drinks by the fire. Our place had become the default. Rachel always made it feel warm, alive. I just made sure the grill stayed hot and the cooler stayed full.
Fourth of July was no different.
Family came early, crowding the patio and yard, folding chairs popping open like a summer ritual. The kids splashed in the pool. Smoke curled from the barbecue. Rachel wore that red bikini top… the one that made people stare, and cutoff denim shorts. She was barefoot the whole afternoon, floating from conversation to conversation like she was made for this life.
I caught people looking. A few of the dads. Even my best friend Mike.
I didn’t blame them.
The heat mellowed out as the afternoon wore on. People started to gather in the shade, full from food and half-drunk on beer and sangria. The kids dried off and got quiet. Some curled up in chairs, others crashed out on blankets in the grass. Rachel handed out popsicles and sparklers
Mike hovered around her more than usual. I noticed. So did she. But she didn’t say anything, just smiled when he made her laugh.
As night fell, people started to leave. Fireworks cracked in the sky. Rachel passed out hugs and Tupperware full of leftovers. The kids were packed into minivans and car seats. Soon, the only ones left were me, Rachel… and Mike.
Mike was leaning back in one of the Adirondack chairs, drink in hand, legs stretched toward the fire. Single. Loud. Charming when he wanted to be. He was one of those guys who always stayed too late, but somehow you didn’t mind. Rachel never did.
“I should probably head out,” he mumbled, patting his pockets for his keys.
Rachel stood before I could react, walking across the flagstone path with that slow, confident sway she had when she was just tipsy enough not to care. Her skin shimmered with a faint sheen of sweat and sunscreen. She leaned down and snatched the keys out of his hand without a word.
“You’re not driving,” she said. “Sit your ass down.”
Mike blinked, then laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”
He slouched back into the chair, smirking.
I chuckled. “Should I go set up the guest bed?”
Rachel shook her head. “Already did.”
Mike raised an eyebrow. “You sure you guys don’t want a snuggle buddy tonight? I’m pretty cuddly after a few drinks.”
Rachel laughed, brushing her hair behind her ear. “That’s up to Jack.”
Hey bud, she’s hard to please. Don’t get too excited.
They both laughed.
But behind her laugh, I saw something else. Just for a second. A look. A twitch of the corner of her mouth. A knowing smile. Something buried.
And that’s when I felt it.
That old sensation I hadn’t let myself think about in years.
I glanced at her across the fire. Her skin glowing in the orange light. Legs folded. The way she looked at Mike when he talked. Biting her lip, eyes slightly glazed. Was it the alcohol?
Or something else?
I sipped my beer slower now. Let my thoughts wander.
Rachel was wild when I met her.
Everyone knew it. She didn’t hide it. Back in college, she was the girl who left parties with different guys. Not a girlfriend type. Not someone who settled. At least that’s what people said.
But I was different. I waited her out. Took her seriously. Eventually, she took me seriously back.
She changed. Or maybe she just put the wildness in a box.
But I knew it was still there.
In certain looks. In the way she fucked me when she was drunk. In the porn I caught her watching once… Not the stuff we ever did. Not the stuff she’d admit to.
I’d be lying if I said I never thought about it.
What it would be like…
To see her let go again.
To watch her be a slut. Right in front of me.
To finally see the part of her she tucked away from me.
Our sex life was good. But I wasn’t stupid. I could feel it, that missing edge. The way she sometimes took control like she was chasing something I couldn’t give her. Not fully.
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She stood up stretching, the blanket slipping from her lap. Her swimsuit bottoms clung to her hips, still damp from earlier.
“I’m gonna rinse off,” she said, voice casual. “This bathing suit’s soaked.”
She looked right at Mike when she said it.
I felt it that drop in the air. Like something thick and invisible had settled between us.
I laughed, trying to play it off. “She’s soaked Mike.”
Mike smirked, leaned back. “You’re funny, man.”
But he didn’t say it like it was a joke.
He said it like he was testing the water.
Like he already knew it was warm.
And for a second, I didn’t say anything.
Just stared into the fire while the sound of the sliding door clicked shut behind her.
That line she’d said earlier echoed in my head… “That’s up to Jack.”
At the time, I’d laughed. Brushed it off.
But now?
I wasn’t so sure she hadn’t meant it.
The fire cracked again, sending a little burst of sparks up into the night.
Mike didn’t say anything. He just stared into the flames, a slow smirk still sitting on his face.
And I just sat there… quiet, breathing through something I didn’t fully understand.
What if it happened?
Not tomorrow. Not in some fantasy that faded with a jerk-off session in the shower.
What if it happened tonight?
I pictured it. Couldn’t stop myself.
Rachel, on her knees between his legs, her damp hair sticking to her bare shoulders, lips wrapped around his cock… eyes locked on mine the entire time.
Not ashamed. Not sneaking around.
Just owning it.
Showing me what she really wanted.
Letting me watch her be a filthy, beautiful fucking whore.
And Mike wouldn’t be shy about it. I knew him.
My cock twitched in my shorts, hard in an instant. I shifted in the chair, hoping Mike didn’t notice.
God help me, I wanted it.
Not just the image. The reality. I wanted to see it. To feel it.
We were already drunk. We’d all had too much.
And Rachel, the way she looked at him tonight? The way she smiled when she said that’s up to Jack?
She was open to it. Maybe more than open.
And if I didn’t stop it…
If I just sat back and let the night keep going…
I knew exactly how it could end.
Chapter 2: She Knew I Wouldn’t Stop Her
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The fire cracked again. Loud, sharp, snapping me out of the thought spirals that had taken over my head.
I shifted in the chair, trying to get comfortable, trying to breathe like everything was normal.
It wasn’t.
Mike sat across from me, quiet, eyes still fixed on the fire. Neither of us had spoken since Rachel went upstairs. I could still hear the soft hum of the shower through the open kitchen window.
I took a sip of warm beer and broke the silence.
“You’d think she forgot it was a family BBQ,” I muttered. “That bikini top barely counts as clothing.”
Mike snorted, then smirked. “She looked good.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I think every guy here noticed.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You jealous?”
“No,” I said, too quickly. Then added, “Just… noticing. That’s all.”
He leaned back in the chair, nodding slowly. “She definitely liked the attention.”
I glanced toward the house, then back at him. “You think she was doing it on purpose?”
Mike shrugged. “I think she knows when guys are looking. She’s not blind.”
There was a pause. Long enough for both of us to hear the shower shut off.
I stared into the fire again. “She said something earlier,” I murmured. “When you joked about cuddling. She said it was up to me.”
Mike gave a slow smile. “Yeah. I caught that.”
“I don’t know if she was kidding.”
“You want her to be?” Mike asked, his voice low.
I stared into the fire, then shook my head. Not in disagreement, just trying to clear it.
“Honestly, dude…” I exhaled, slow and shaky. “If that’s what she wanted? I’d prefer it be you.”
That came out heavier than I expected.
But I kept going.
“It’s gotten… I don’t know. A little boring lately. We’ve talked about spicing things up before, but we never committed. Just pillow talk, I guess. Nothing serious.”
I looked over at him.
“But tonight?” I said. “It feels different. She feels different.”
Mike turned his head toward me. I couldn’t tell if he was surprised or if he’d expected this the whole time.
“You’re serious?” he asked.
I nodded.
“If she makes a move… you’re saying you wouldn’t stop it?”
“No,” I said. “I don’t think I would.”
We sat there in the silence that followed… not awkward, just thick. Heavy with the weight of something about to shift.
And then the sliding door opened behind us.
We both turned, and stopped talking.
Rachel stepped out like nothing was different. Like she hadn’t just left the two of us circling a decision neither of us knew how to make.
She wore a tight pair of light gray spandex shorts, the kind that clung to her hips like they were painted on. The kind that didn’t leave much to the imagination. You could see the subtle outline of her pussy through the fabric, and I knew she had to know.
Her top was barely a tank. Soft, thin, and loose enough that when she walked into the glow of the fire, I saw everything. No bra. No shame. Her nipples pressed gently against the fabric, two peaks rising and falling with her breath.
Mike stiffened beside me.
So did I.
“What are you boys up to out here?” she asked, like she didn’t feel the air thicken around us the moment she stepped outside.
Her voice was light, teasing. Her eyes flicked between us. She sipped from her wine again and walked over, slow, easy.
Then, without asking, she lowered herself onto Mike’s lap.
Just like that.
She crossed her legs and settled against him like it was the most natural thing in the world… her arm resting along the back of his neck, her shoulder brushing his cheek.
Then she looked at me.
Not shy. Not uncertain.
She looked straight at me, eyes locked like a challenge. Daring me to say something. Daring me to stop her.
I felt it hit me in the chest: that mix of heat and disbelief, shame and arousal, all knotted into one impossible pulse.
She held my gaze for just a second longer.
Long enough to make it clear: this was my moment to stop it.
And I didn’t say a word.
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