JUNE“I hate you!” I murmured under my breath, pissed at him for not listening to my plea to let me drink to my fill. “You are just like Kristen. You won't let me drink, and when I try to drink with others, you get pissed.” I pouted, folding my arms like a spoiled brat. My head hurts, but not as much as it did minutes ago. “It's for your good, June. I can't believe you took a drink from a stranger after all my warnings, damn it!” He started the car, and drove out of the place, while I leaned on the car seat, tired and damned tipsy. I don't know when I slept off, but the next time I opened my eyes, it was when the door was opened by none other than Mark. “We are home.” He removed the seatbelt, and helped me out of the car, gently placing his hand around my waist. “Let go of me! I'm not drunk, you fucking arse! I sure as hell can walk.” I pushed him off me, and took a step forward, only to tumble when my legs gave way. “Careful!” He held me up and placed his hand around my waist on

JUNEKristen has been acting a bit strange since I woke up. It seemed like there was something he was not telling me. Not only is he not pissed at me for going to a party and getting drunk out of my arse, but he's acting like everything is okay.He gave me coffee and a painkiller to help my hangover, and that was all. He didn't speak of the party as if it were a sort of sacred thing.However, that was not my main concern. It's the way he's acting with me —jumpy and a bit nervous. One time when I went to the kitchen to check on what he was making, he almost jumped out of his skin in shock, throwing the spatula on the ground as if he touched hot potatoes."Are you okay?" I asked when it became too much for me to ignore."What?" He glanced up from his phone that he was scrolling through when I came down after having my bath."You look nervous. Are you okay?" I tried once more, giving him a look to tell him that he better come clean else I would have his head."Of course, why shouldn't I b

JUNEMy mind was plagued with thoughts of the plans Mark made with me. Though he was certain the plan would work, I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to date my best friend.Kristen didn't come over to pick me up after school, and neither did he call me. That was why I had Mark drive me home since I didn't come with my credit card, and I knew he wouldn't lend some money to me when he could take me home.“We don't need to pretend when we are together.” He smiled, to ease my mind. “We will only do that with your uncle.”He must have known what I was thinking about; that made me sigh twice.“It's not that. It's just that…" I sighed again, glancing out of the window before I turned to face him. “I haven't dated anyone before, so I don't know how to do that. And let's not forget that you are my damn best friend.”He chuckled, “I see why you looked so troubled. Don't worry, I will help you out.” He winked at me, “I will take the lead. All you need to do is follow. Now, I need you to

KRISTEN Picturing June's pussy wasn't so difficult. Imagining a vibrator on her clit wasn't difficult because I had seen her do that before now.I saw her black hair on my crotch, her face on my cock. She looked up, her expressive brown eyes smiling into mine.She slurped the juices her pussy left on my cock, all the time, smiling into my eyes.I could almost hear her moans as she sat on my cock again to ride the hell out of me.A part of my mind told me I was doing something wrong, but my erect cock wasn't going to satisfy itself.As my abdomen tensed and I felt tingling in my balls, a warning filtered into my head: I couldn't cum on June's sheets.With a grunt, I sat on the edge of the bed, watching how June's scent slid on my cock, stroking me to the tip and going down to my shaft before repeating the process."Ahh, fuck, June." The build-up started from the legs and settled with a tingle on the tip of my cock. I shivered, put the underwear aside and struggled to her bathroom. "Fuc

JUNE“Don't say that, June!” “Why? You don't seem to want me anymore, so I'm leaving!” I pushed him off me and ran out of the house.“Doll!” He called out to me, running towards me as I tried to outrun him. This late at night, only a few people were out on the street. “June!” Before I could run out of his property, to the street, he caught up with me and wrapped his hand around my waist as a form of restraint. “Let me go!” I thrashed, crying out as I tried to get out of his grip. “Let me go!”“You need to calm down, June.” He carried me back into the house while I tried to get him to let me go. “Let me go, you caveman!” I kicked like crazy. “I don't wish to return to your fucked-up house! You can't force me to do that!” I cried out. I yelled so loud, trying to get him to let me go, but he seemed hell-bent on holding me tight until I gave up. “This is your house!” He banged the door behind him and carried me into the house until we got to the parlour. He threw me on the couch, “