Pillow Humping Thief

Camie pulled her hand out of Chevy’s shorts, licked her fingers, and came back to the love seat. Now I was confused. I poured myself a shot; the girls followed my lead. After a shot or two apiece, we all lit a cigarette. Pillow Humping Thief got up and went to the bathroom. Almost as soon as she had left the room, Chevy looked at me and asked, “Did you know you can tell how good a girl is at sucking dick by how she smokes a cigarette?”

“I did not know that,” I replied.

“Would you like to feel how wet my pussy is, too?” she asked.

Of course, I did, but I had no idea what was going on. The last thing I wanted was for Camie to catch me knuckle-deep in her friend’s cunt and get all pissed. “Maybe when Camie gets back,” I replied.

We both finished our cigarettes and realized Camie wasn’t back from the bathroom yet. Chevy stood up and said, “I need to use the bathroom; I’ll check on her.”

Just when I was starting to wonder if Chevy was coming back, she walked in the room, “Pillow Humping Thief not in the bathroom,” she told me, “maybe you should go check on her.”

I checked the bedroom first, thinking maybe she had gone to lie down, and she wasn’t there. Then I remembered we were sleeping on the futon and decided to check there. That’s where I found her. She was lying there naked, barely awake. She told me the alcohol had hit her pretty hard, and she needed a nap. I helped her get a little more comfortable before I left.

When I got back to the living room, Chevy was gone. I couldn’t believe how fast things had spiraled out of control. In less than twenty minutes, I had gone from watching my girlfriend fingering her friend’s pussy to being alone. I drank a couple of shots and lit another cigarette. It was still early; maybe after Camie got a couple of hours of sleep, I could wake her up enough to use her to get off.

“Where’s Camie?”

I jumped. I hadn’t noticed Chevy come back into the room. “She had to lay down, she wanted to take a nap, but I doubt she’ll get back up,” I told her.

Chevy sat on the love seat next to me. She leaned Pillow Humping Thief, “I guess it’s just the two of us then,” she said, pouring us each a shot.

When she leaned forward, I noticed she was wearing a thong; I could see the top sticking out of her shorts. She sat back and handed me my shot glass. “Well, I guess we’re going to have to start getting along. Bottoms up,” she said.