Chapter 39

At around 8 am, Emma’s car was exiting Brent’s driveway. By coincidence, at the exact same time, I was slowly sliding in and out of Jess’ bum.

We had gone to bed late and had just woken up, but I wasn’t missing out on cashing in my “Anal Chip” lest she change her mind.

I was using pretty much every trick I knew to hold on so I could make it last as long as possible. Jess was bored with resting on her elbows doggy-style so she had taken to scrolling through Facebook on her phone while I plowed her ass. Her boredom did not bother me.

“Ha! Check this out,” she said, passing her phone over her shoulder to me. I stopped thrusting to read it.

It was Todd’s page. He posted a picture of his vandalized car with this below it:

‘Some fucker did this to my ride last night! Spoke to security and got these photos. Share them around!’

Two grainy photos of Jess and me, coming and going, were posted. As planned, they exonerated Emma of blame while simultaneously being 100% useless.

Even better was the torrent of comments under them.

“Serves you right, asshole!”

“Karma’s a bitch!”

“If I can ID them for you, I’ll be sure to buy them both drinks!”

The position Jess was in made it difficult, but she put one palm behind her to high-five me as best she could. I did and returned the phone to her.

“Would it be wrong to hit ‘like’?” Jess asked over her shoulder.

“Yes,” I answered, “it would be.” I resumed thrusting into her tight ass.

“Spoil sport. How about the ‘shocked’ emoji?” she tried.

My orgasm was rapidly approaching. “Sure ... knock yourself ... out,” I said in between pants.

So she did. She also added an “OMG” just as I blew my load into her bottom.