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Millie and I had settled into our routine of her coming over to my apartment every weekend and occasionally Bradley would join us. The three of us would have our fun, and he would go on his way. This is the story of one of the times he came over.
Finals were approaching, and I was spending more time in the library than I would have liked. It was during finals when I regretted how little I had studied throughout the quarter, and now I faced the consequence of spending all weekend in buried in my books in dimly lit library.
Millie had come over Friday like she typically did, and the following morning I left her in bed for the library. It was around 10:00 AM when the first sign of life came from her, asking if I had made coffee. I told her I had, and there was plenty left in the pot for her. I could tell she was being needy, because she was sending pictures of herself drinking coffee and lounging around the apartment and really not doing much of anything. I wasn’t responding, pretending to not be checking my phone while studying. That was until she texted me that she was horny.
I debated returning to my apartment to accept what seemed like an invitation to take care of her horniness, but I thought better of it, prioritizing my classes. I responded to her that I was sorry that I had to study, but nothing was stopping her from getting her wand and enjoying some alone time. Within a minute she had sent me a point of view picture of her hand over her bare pussy mound, already having taken off her pants and underwear. Then came a picture from the same point of view but with her wand on her lips. Then a video.
She was relentless, and I could tell this wasn’t going to stop. I apologized, but told her she was distracting me. I tried to be cute about it; that she was so sexy I wouldn’t be able to resist her. And that was true, but I really did need to study.
I put my phone down thinking that would be the end of it, but my again my phone buzzed. It wasn’t a picture or a video this time. No, this time it was a text. It read, “Can I invite Bradley over?”
I thought about it, somewhat surprised she was even asking. Our adventures had began with Millie having a one night stand and confessing to the cheating the next day, but we had become quite good at discussing what we wanted and needed if we were going to explore her sleeping with other men. After considering it, I told that would be fine.
The next text I received was from Millie but directed to Bradley in the group chat. She asked him if he wanted to come over that day, and after figuring out the logistics he said he was on his way. It wasn’t mentioned that I wouldn’t be at the apartment. Finally, it seemed like I could get some studying done, and I was approaching a good rhythm when my phone buzzed again. It was another text in the group chat, but this one was from Bradley. I opened it just to make sure it wasn’t about him having trouble getting into the apartment at all.
It definitely wasn’t that. Instead, it was a picture of Millie, bent over at her waist at the side of the bed, her shapely ass pointed towards the camera. Below the picture was a text message from Bradley. “I didn’t realize you weren’t going to be here. I guess that means more of this ass for me.”
Fuck, I thought. My cock twitched and I quickly closed out of the app and looked around to make sure nobody had seen the picture I just had on full display on my phone. Luckily, everyone around me was nose deep into their own studies, completely unaware of their surroundings. Thank god, I thought. I was so distracted by making sure nobody saw what was on my phone that I forgot to respond, and I got back to my books.
Hours went by with the only break being sneaking away to the student union to grab some food before returning to the library. It was dark by the time I decided to pack it in and head home. It was fairly late, maybe 10:00 or 11:00 PM when I opened my apartment door as quietly as I could, trying to avoid waking Millie if she was asleep. As the door cracked open, I could see the living room lamp illuminating a figure asleep on the couch. It obviously wasn’t Millie, though.
Asleep on the couch in athletic shorts but without a shirt was Bradley, passed out. I snuck past him, trying not to wake him as I went into the bedroom. The lights were off, but I had the flashlight from my phone showing me the way. Asleep on my bed was Millie, exactly where I expected to find her. She was naked, with Bradley’s clothes still on the ground. Millie’s clothes weren’t there, though.
I didn’t want to scare her, so I reached out to touch her shoulder just to let her know I was home and was going to clean up before coming to bed. Her eyes opened as I made contact with her shoulder. “Hi babe, you’re home,” she said.
“Yeah, it’s late but I’m going to clean up and then I’ll come to bed. Did you have fun?” I asked her, seeing if she even knew Bradley was still here, asleep on the couch.
“Mhmm,” is all she could muster before closing her eyes again. She was dead tired. I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. After brushing my teeth, I tested the water and it was hot enough to wash off my sins of the day. The sound of the shower must’ve woken Bradley because he came into the bathroom. He was standing in front of the toilet taking a piss when I poked my head out from the shower to say hi. At this point we weren’t very embarrassed around each other, clearly.
After about fifteen minutes, I got out and dried myself off. I threw on sweats and a t shirt and checked on Millie, who was still asleep. I could see some light coming from the living room, so I wanted to see if Bradley was packing up to leave. I opened the bedroom door, and instead of finding him packing up I found him making himself right at home. And that was good; we wanted him to be comfortable here. He had a beer bottle in his hand and the tv remote in the other. “Check the fridge. I brought a six pack over,” he said without missing a beat. I couldn’t refuse. I was tired but needed a drink.
I grabbed one of the last two beers left and joined him on the couch. He had SportsCenter on, muted not to wake Millie. “How was studying?” he asked.
I told him it was fine and that I regrated not taking the quarter more seriously the past 12 weeks, etc. etc. He chuckled in a very “been there” way. “How was your night?” I asked as I took a sip, trying to play it cool but very much wanting to know every lewd detail leading up to Millie passing out naked on the bed, clothes on the ground.
“Are you sure you want to know?” chuckling as he asked. He knew I did, and I told him as much. He started telling me about he got over and Millie greeted him in workout wear, yoga pants and a sports bra. Her yoga mat had been out, but it was unclear if he interrupted a workout. He suspected he didn’t.
After inviting him in, they cracked into the six pack Bradley brought over. After they finished their beers, they started making out on the couch. He had gotten hard when he made her strip for him, one of both of our favorite things to make Millie do. She did, asking if he liked what he saw. He said he did, but they should take it to the bedroom.
Bradley continued telling me how they went to the bedroom, but before climbing into bed he had her pose for the picture he sent me. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Oh, I loved it. I wish I had gotten more to be honest,” I admitted.
“Don’t worry, we took more. I’d rather tell you about it, though.” And so he continued telling me how after he took the picture, Millie climbed onto bed and turned around, kneeling on the bed, begging Bradley to strip naked for her. He did, dropping his clothes where he stood. Her begging then turned from asking him to strip to asking him to share his cock with her.
“She was begging for Daddy’s cock at this point,” he said, smirking before taking another sip of his beer. He went on to tell me about how he had her get on her back, how he climbed between her legs, spitting on her pussy before rubbing his own spit with the head of his cock, finally thrusting into her. He took her in that position with her legs wrapped around him, grabbing at his shoulders and back, muffled moans and eventually screams into his neck.
A frog had climbed into my throat at this point. All I could do was finish my beer, staring straight ahead at a muted tv. I got up to grab the last beer when the bedroom door opened. Millie was standing in the doorway, naked. Her body was illuminated from the glow of the tv. “You two woke me up. Now you owe me.” She turned around, leaving the door open as she walked back in the direction of the bed.
I turned to Bradley. He took one last long sip of his beer, finishing it, and set it on the coffee table as he stood up. “After you,” he said, hand extended to bedroom.
To be continued.