Chapter 7

Friday December 4

“Please? I really need your help!” Juliet and I had been strategising over the boys’ bingo cards and planning her grand finale after her date with Ben. There were a couple boys very close to finishing lines, and Juliet and I were both potential winning conquests.

“Why do you need me? What’s your plan?” I asked, talking another sip of her box wine.

She shook her head. “I’m not going to tell you,” she said with an infuriating grin. “But I need my penultimate moment with Ben to be in the presence of you, and a guy who’d like a blowjob from a hot cyber criminal who looks like a librarian.

I frowned at her characterization. Juliet gave me a get-real look and defended her claim: “Lexi, if I gave a thousand people a picture of you and told them to put a caption on it, 950 would come back saying, ‘sexy librarian’. Own it.” I drank more wine.

“I just don’t feel like these guys deserve to be jerked around like that,” I explained for the hundredth time.

“Not even Evan?” Juliet said. Once she knew she had my attention, she went on: “He wins if he X’s your square. He’ll be very motivated to try to get in your pants. You’ll be able to get him to do almost anything. Don’t you want to avenge Little Miss Bible Thumper?”

“Besides,” she added to tip the scales of my indecision, “he is really fucking hot. Don’t tell me you don’t have an itch to scratch ... C’mon! Just agree to one double date and one blowjob. Then if you feel like it at the time, you can humiliate him, or use him, or ignore him and read your computer shit.”

So, we made the arrangements. Tomorrow night, Juliet, Ben, Evan, and I will be going out dancing and then hanging out Juliet’s apartment. I guess I’m committed to the blowjob, but we’ll see how the rest goes.

Sunday December 6

We started off last night at a club. Evan was the kind of charming that usually means he’s an asshole. Normally I would have ruled out any physical relationship with him on account of his personality, but I had promised Juliet to see this through at least a little further. I had to admit, though, he did look good. Sometimes while we were dancing, there was something about the way his jacket hugged his chest.

Back at Juliet’s apartment we drank and flirted and kissed. Everyone knew it was heading toward sex, but these things take time, I guess.

“Hey, what do you say we go to your bedroom?” Ben asked Juliet. “Get some privacy?”

“I don’t know,” Juliet said, setting down her drink and standing up. “It would be a shame to break up the party.”

Juliet started walking toward me with a sexy stride. She has a tall lithe body with subdued curves. Something about the way she moved seemed like a stripper, about to start her act. “Hey Lexi, have I ever told you how envious I am of your tits?” She stepped in close to me and put her hands on my breasts, lifting them so that they threatened to spill out of my dress. I groaned

“Are you kidding?” I said, playing along. “I would give anything to have an ass like yours!” I reached around behind her, pulling her tight and tugged up the hem of her minidress. I squeezed her smooth bare ass cheeks, wondering if she had on any underwear before my fingers found her thong. The guys were watching with rapt attention. I enjoyed the idea that they were probably getting hard.

“No way - you are way hotter,” Juliet said. “I could just...” She pulled my neckline down a little and kissed the top of my breast. Then she kissed her way up to my neck, right behind my ear. I gasped, and this time I wasn’t faking it.

I’ve been with girls before - once as part of a three-way, and once as a means to an end. There were certainly nice elements to it, but the other girls never made me feel truly aroused. This was different - I was completely turned on. The exhibitionism of it all was definitely part of that feeling, but, I don’t know, maybe I’m a bit higher on the Kinsey scale than I thought I was.

Juliet rubbed up against me provocatively while whispering in my ear: “We’re going to suck them off in a minute. Don’t let him come before I’ve sprung my trap.” I giggled mysteriously for the boys’ benefit. And then we kissed - long, soft, wet. I was acutely aware of the two boys watching us, their blood boiling with lust. I guess mine was too.

I was disappointed for an instant when Juliet backed away from our kiss. “Maybe we should let the boys play, too,” she proclaimed.

So then we each slinked to our boy. I started on my knees, rubbing Evan’s thigh, feeling his solid tube down the leg of his slacks. By that time, I wasn’t thinking about games or justice: I just felt joyful feminine instinct. I wanted that cock. A moment later his pants were gone and my lips were locked around his hard hot flesh.

I looked up to meet Evan’s eyes after a minute or two of sucking, but his head was turned far to the side, watching Juliet sucking Ben off. I repositioned us so that they were directly in front of him.

Evan was blissed out, with his hands in my hair. Juliet got slurpy for a bit, and then she told Ben, “God, I can’t wait to swallow your come.”

“No,” Ben said, “I want to paint your face.” I remembered that the bonus challenge for Juliet was to come on her face.

“I’ve never understood that,” Juliet said in a suddenly more conversational, less sultry tone. She did keep working his cock over, though. “What’s the appeal? Is it a domination thing?”

“It’s just that...” Ben began, quickly trying to come up with an excuse, “a woman is never more beautiful than when her face is covered with semen. It’s like totally an artistic thing in Japan.”

“Interesting,” Juliet said. Her mouth was unoccupied when she spoke this time. “I wonder, then, if a man is ‘never more attractive’ than when his face is covered with come?”

“Ah...,” Ben began, clearly at a loss for words.

“I’ll tell you what,” Juliet went on. “You can come on my face, if you let Evan there come on yours.”

Both guys began to object. “Come on, guys - you don’t want to start saying ‘no’ so early in the evening, do you?” Juliet asked. “Lexi will do all the actual work.”

I switched to working Evan’s dick with my hand so that I could look back and forth among the parties involved.

“I don’t think so,” Ben said.

“That’s the deal,” Juliet said playfully. “Before you can come on my face, he has to come on yours. For science.”

The guys exchanged a couple looks. Ben said, “Come on, man...”. He must have really wanted those bonus points.

“Fine...,” Evan said.

So Juliet positioned Ben on his knees right next to me. I guess Evan’s dick got shy, because I was going at him with all my best stuff: spit and lips and tongue and hands, moaning like I was going to come from his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t seem to quite get him there.

Juliet picked up on the problem too. She hiked up the back on my dress and slipped her hand into my panties, caressing my butt. When she smacked my ass, Evan groaned. When she rubbed her finger across my cunt and then tasted it, that’s what pushed Evan over the edge. “Oh god,” he said. His balls tightened and his cock twitched. I was just barely quick enough to aim it at Ben’s face before three viscous wads of gooey mess shot out.

Evan fell back into the couch. Ben started to stand up but Juliet pushed him back down to his knees. “Not so fast,” she said. “I was to get the right perspective on this.” She stood over him, looking down on his come-covered face. She pulled me up next to her.

“What do you think, Lexi?” Juliet asked. “Do you think he looks sexier?”

“Yeah, I think he does,” I replied. “A little bit.”

Juliet wouldn’t let Ben wipe his face clean before she got to work sucking his cock. I don’t know if Evan and I planned to watch, but we did - it was too captivating to resist. I’ve never seen a woman so animated while giving head before. She was on her knees in front of him, bobbing her head like you would expect. But the rest of her body was moving in waves, like a belly dancer. At one point she wrapped both arms under and around his legs and pulled him tight until his cock was buried deep in her throat. She made sounds like she was choking, but I think she must have been faking it, because she didn’t make any effort to pull away. Either way, it was obviously driving Ben wild.

By that time, I was sitting on Evan’s lap, partially unzipped, with his hand down the front of my dress. Asshole or not, I was pretty sure by that point that I wanted Evan to fuck me. If I could find a way to embarrass him, all the better; but I was going to get laid tonight.

Juliet sucked on Ben’s balls for a minute while humming. That seemed to really get to Ben, too. Then she went for the big finish. Feverishly she bobbed back and forth, brushing his cock head with her lips. At the same time, she was squeezing his balls like a lump of play-dough. Ben’s hips bucked and his thighs trembled. “Oh fuck!” he said through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna come!”

Juliet inched back and worked his cock with both hands. She thrashed her head from side to side as Ben came, so that each of his come-shot ribbons stretched far across her face, like a set of horrible scars.

She sucked the last couple drops from his dick before standing up and side-hugging him, as if posing for a picture.

Juliet and Ben cleaned up their faces, and all of us had a few more drinks. Juliet managed to pull me into her bedroom briefly. “I’ve got a present for you,” she said, handing me a gift bag from her dresser. Inside I found an eight inch strap-on dildo - realistic looking with all sorts of veins and bumps.