Terrible Terry Pt 2 [mfmf][mf] | 2016

So, to reiterate, a lot happened between Terry and I before we were officially “together” or whatever you want to call it. Even then, we’ve never really had what anyone would be able to call a normal relationship. We definitely fell in love, but as I said last time, this is not that story. Hell, Terry hardly features in this one at all, but I feel like it’s important because it shows just how manipulative she can be...or seductive if you don’t like manipulative as the word. She’s just a puppet master at the end of the day and I don’t mind the way she plays with me.

After the rendezvous between Cat, Terry, and myself, things were weird between Cat and I… which can be understood. Everything gets weird after one of your friends forces you to rim them for a hot second and then mouth fuck her best friend while she devours her pussy. And I mean everything. I felt like I was sleepwalking for the next two weeks. I’d be in the store and I’d suddenly think I saw Terry’s naked body bent over the counter or find myself looking at a girl with a nice ass and imagine my face buried in it. I’d be eating dinner and suddenly a salty taste would make me think of the tingling taste of Cat.

It was hell. I was constantly horny and had a hard time focusing on my school work. Luckily (for me anyways) being in programming classes meant I was around mostly other dudes and soccer was taking up so much of my time I didn’t have the energy or the desire to try to chase skirts. The weather was finally cooling down when I bumped into Cat again at the local Whole Foods.

I was standing there trying to figure which avocados are ripe, protip avocados are never ripe at the store, when she tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around expecting a middle aged housewife so when I saw her in her pink yoga top, black tights, tennis shoes, with her sweaty brown hair pulled into a tiny knot on the back of her head, I was a little slackjaw.

“Hey stranger,” she said with a smile and a flourish of her shopping basket.

“Hey yourself,” I replied trying to gain some composure. I could smell the sweat off her body ever so slightly and I think she was still hot because I swear I could feel her body heat. In her basket she had a couple bottles of wine. I raised an eyebrow and gestured at the bottles.

“Did I miss your birthday?” I said because literally the only other things that came to mind were how badly I wanted to stare at her top and see if I could make out the outline of the tan nipples that I knew hid beneath.

“Terry helped me get a fake,” she responded as her eyes darted away from mine. It was strange hearing her name out loud. But I tried to keep it in perspective. It was a one off thing. A college hook up. The type of things kids all over the country did...maybe. It didn’t mean anything.

“Oh, cool. What’s uhhh she up to?” I tried to act cool and comfortable. Just two friends with noooo sexual tension.

“She’ll be working for the next couple of weeks, but I’ll be going to visit her early October. The first weekend I think. You should come and we can all go out on the town,” she said it so nonchalantly it was almost like she’d forgotten the last time we’d hung out.

“Oh, I wish I could but I’ll be in San Jose that weekend for a game,” I blurted out almost immediately seeking a way to get out of the situation.

“That’s perfect! She’s in San Jose this semester for a research seminar. What are the odds of that?” Cat smiled at me as she leaned past me to grab an avocado she had been eying. Her breasts rubbed ever so slightly against my arm and I recoiled a little bit to make sure she knew I wasn’t trying anything.

“Oh, that’s uh I’ll check -” I began trying to find the right way to phrase a denial or rejection of some kind, but nothing came to mind.

“Why don’t you bring your friends from the team? I’m sure they’d like her friends. Oh, shit I think I see my sorority president over there. I have to go say hey to her or I’ll get in trouble. Just text me that weekend and I’ll give you the address,” she waved to me and sauntered away her thin frame calling to me as her tiny ponytail disappeared between the aisles. Great.

I stayed busy with school and practice and a few home games over the next two weeks and before I knew it I was in San Jose. The game was late Saturday morning and as I walked out onto the field I thought I saw a familiar face or two. It was hard to tell as the sun had hit just the right altitude to blind me on that side. After about twenty minutes I was on the sideline to take a throw-in when I heard a voice from behind me.

“Nice ass.”

I didn’t have to turn to know it was Terry. And more than likely Cat was at her side. Her comment was just loud enough for others around her in the stands to hear and got a few chuckles and hoots. I pretended like I didn’t hear and put the ball back in play. I did my best to ignore that side of the field for the rest of the half, but I couldn’t put it off forever.

We had a pretty commanding lead towards the end of the game and as I jogged to the sideline once again to take a throw-in I tried to get my best friend on the team, James, to take it. That’s “Hamez” by the way. He’s actually Argentinian, but most importantly a good guy.

“What? No, I need to stay back. You’re on throw-ins on this side,” he brushed me off and retreated down the field. I sighed and took the ball in my hands.

“Ok, ready? Go.”

Terry was causing more trouble. “Ass! Ass! Ass! Ass!” The bleachers erupted next to me. I just closed my eyes for a moment and tried to let it wash over me. This witch had entranced about 40 people to heckle me by calling me a piece of ass. I was being sexually harassed by a group of 40 people, some men, some women, some old enough to be my grandparents. I tried not to get mad, but you know when you do that all that happens is you bring it to a simmer and sits on the surface a lot longer than it should. I knew I’d make her pay.

After the game we all hit the lockers to shower off. No one had said anything about the “ass” comments yet, not even the coaches, so I knew I was in for a proper roast. As soon as I dropped my shorts all the guys immediately started yelling and going ape shit as guys do. I just rolled my eyes.

“Who was that hottie bro? She was out for the D.” “Did you get her number? Can I have it?” “Did you see the chest on that baddie?” “I’d trade asses with her.”

“I’ve met her once before. It’s an inside joke. She was just trying to get under my skin,” I tried explaining to the guys but they were having none of it.

As I mentioned in my other post, I’m one of the more straight laced guys on the team, so when I asked coach if he minded if I skipped my curfew tonight, he just shrugged his shoulders.

“I trust you at your age more than I trust myself at my wrinkly ass age. Go get her… ass.”

I nodded my thanks at him and felt the rage boil inside me again a little bit. I was probably going to be called ass for the rest of my collegiate career, and my teammates would probably call me that for the rest of my life. I tried to hold it in again and all I did was let it simmer below.

I texted Cat and asked for the details.

“It’s called Jack’s. It’s just a little dive bar. Where are you staying? We will pick you up,” came the reply.

“Marriott,” I texted her back and dropped a pin. I put on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. My body was aching after my third game in a week so I wasn’t really trying to dress to impress. I opened the door to head down to the lobby when I heard James get off the bed behind me.

“We going?”

“I’m just going to meet some friends for a drink,” I said trying to dissuade what I knew was an inevitable tag-a-long. I don’t know why I didn’t want to him to come with us. Maybe I was afraid he’d find out about what happened with Cat and spread some rumors. But I also knew he wasn’t that kind of guy. Terry had done enough damage to my reputation today, I couldn’t be sure it would be over at just being nicknamed ass for the next 100 years or so...or maybe I just wanted Terry all to myself…

“I’m pretty thirsty too, besides I want to see her again too. She was so hot in that dorky kind of way,” he shrugged as if what he said was of no circumstance and slipped on a light jacket.

“We’re here,” a Snapchat came through with a pic of Cat and Terry in the lobby. I couldn’t see much of what they were wearing, but what I could see is how beautiful they looked with their hair fixed and the makeup they had clearly taken time to put on. That, and Terry kissing cat lightly on the cheek.

When we saw them in the lobby I had to struggle to keep it together. The anger I had felt at Terry seemed to evaporate. She stood next to Cat in a crop top with a knit sweater draped loosely around her shoulders and a pair of short denim shorts. Her stomach was exposed and my mind instantly filled in the blanks on the rest of her. The thick hips. The swollen breasts and soft pale breasts. Cat looked dressed to kill as well, her slim body looked impeccable in a sleeveless tank and a paired of cropped linen (I think?) pants. I could picture myself straddling her from behind and putting my hands around her head and guiding her tight lips around my cock.

“You do have friends!” Terry laughed and James took her hand.

“James Romero. Nice to meet you. And good to see you Cat,” James shook her hand and with pretty much zero subtlety looked Terry up from head to bottom and then to mid-section.

“Terry. Nice to meet you James,” she shook his hand and we all turned to exit the lobby.

“Dude…nice,” James whispered in my ear.

For some reason I expected Terry to have some sort of extravagant car, something vintage or cool or at least black to match whatever it was that was lurking underneath the surface, but instead it was just a blue Toyota Camry. James and Cat sat in the back while Terry and I rode together. We were about 15 minutes away from our destination. Cat and James were chatting it up gayly in the back and it was a few minutes before Terry and I interacted.

“It’s nice to see you. How have you been?” Terry said without looking at me.

“I’m fine. I was better before you harassed me in front of hundreds of people,” I retorted trying to act cool. I could definitely feel myself not being cool.

“Please, most guys would love the attention,” she shrugged it off.

“I don’t. James will probably be calling me ass for the rest of my life,” I struggled to find the right words without expressing my anger.

“Oh you poor baby. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of my little ass,” she said as she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “as long as you take good care of mine.”

I felt a shiver run up my spine and the blood rush through my body. I couldn’t let her win so easily.

“I don’t have an interest tonight,” I lied. I don’t know why I said it.

“That’s too bad. I’m sure James has more than an interest,” she flicked her head to the backseat to signal for me to look. Cat had her hand on James’ thigh as she was laughing at some corny shit he had said.

“No I promise you Cat, I promise you. It was literally that big,” he repeated the words for emphasis and Cat’s hand slid further up his thigh with each giggle.

The bar wasn’t much, but it was lively and packed. We were squeezed in like sardines in a can, and Terry was leveraging her breasts in order to get us all a round of drinks. James picked up the first round. Cat and James were still flirting away when we found a bit of space in the corner.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she leaned into me and I felt her body pressed against mine.

“I’d rather you didn’t,” I said.

“I’ve kinda missed you,” she grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. It felt nice, I won’t lie. The words, not just the touch.

“Did you tell Cat to go after James?”

“Are you accusing me of plotting?” she said with a gleam in her eye. Her big blue eyes. Her beautiful eyes that contrasted so sharply against her porcelain skin.

“You just use her,” I said. I turned to check on James and Cat, but Cat’s body was pressed hard against his arm. Her pants were so thin I bet he could feel the soft line of hair that I knew was present on her mound. I tried to lean over James shoulder to get his attention, but when I did Terry grabbed me and yanked on me hard.

“Don’t interrupt her good time because you are jealous,” she said and pulled my body against hers.

“I’m not jealous,” I said cooly. I wasn’t 100% certain that was the truth. I just didn’t want to see James get wrapped up in whatever Terry’s scheme was.

“So you say...but you don’t feel like you have some unfinished business with her? After all you never got to feel inside her.”

“I’m not like that.”

“All guys are. If you’re not interested in her… then maybe it’s me?” she smirked a little and let her glasses fall down her face just a little.

“Hardly. I don’t even know you,” I turned my body away from hers and motioned to the others for a second round. Everyone nodded. I turned to try to get away and grab the drinks, but Terry followed me.

“You know me. You knew me as soon as you touched me. By the end of the night you’ll be singing a different tune,” Terry said to me as we waited for the busy bartender to come by. I put my hand in my wallet to preemptively take out some cash but Terry stopped me. She pointed to a sign behind the bar. “Girls Dance 4 Free Drinks” it read.

“That sign only means one free drink. But go ahead and knock yourself out; save me the cash,” I said shrugging. I wasn’t gonna stop Terry if she wanted to strut her stuff. Hell, I wanted to see it myself.

“I’ll get four drinks for one dance,” she said matter-of-factly. The smart ass look on her face made me angry. She rolled her neck a little bit and took one of the ice cubes out of an empty glass sitting on the bar. She ran it over her stomach a few times. The ice melted a thin layer of water over exposed skin and gave her a slight shine in the dark lighting of the bar. Her skin had goosebumps all over and somehow gave her a more erotic state.

“You do whatever I say, all night,” Terry said and put out her hand.

“And if you don’t then James and I get to go home. No funny games. No weird shit,” my proposal made her laugh, but she shook my hand anyways and turned and in one motion propped herself on the bar. Her legs were spread open in front of me and I was standing between them. Her shorts had ridden up and I could almost make out the outline of her lips wrapping around the crotch. My mouth watered a little. I could remember the taste of her.

“You’ll change your mind,” she mouthed and then stood up on the table as the music changed. A cheer went up from the crowd in the bar as they saw what was about to happen. The bartenders glanced over their shoulders but kept pouring drinks. She moved gracefully, sexily, with her hands above her head so that her breasts hung heavy and round on her chest and then brought her elbows in to push them out and accentuate her assets. She bent slowly and arched her back to show off her wide thick hips and twirled around. I could feel myself pressing against my zipper already. By now the bartenders had taken notice and some had stopped pouring to watch her dance.

The noise was almost deafening now as each new turn sparked another set of shouts and cat calls. She began moving her way back to me and I realized two things. One, she was looking at me, and two, my mouth was hanging wide open. On the way over she leaned over a bartender and grabbed his face and pressed it against the inside of one her legs and with a flick kick she twirled around his face and grabbed a bottle of liquor out of his hands. She tilted the bottle up and poured a shot’s worth down her throat.

She pointed at me and motioned for me to come up to the bar. I shook my head no, but the rush of people behind me shoved me up onto the bar. I was sitting with my back to her on the bar when she reached down and pulled my hoodie and shirt up over my head. In hindsight, I could have stopped her. I don’t know if it was the peer pressure, the crowd egging me on, or the exhaustion from playing all week, but all I know is I didn’t stop her.

There was a moment where time seemed to stop, and she looked me in the eyes. For a second, I thought I could actually see her and not the horny little front she put up, but then the next thing I knew I was on my back and she was pouring the liquor into my navel.

Terry straddled me and pinned my arms to the bar. She ran her tongue from just above my jeans through the alcohol puddle and then all the way up to my chin before she raised her hands above her head and the noise hit an all time high. The song played its last few chords and she dropped down from the bar. Guys and girls were both ogling her after her display and I’m pretty sure I could hear the sound of James’ open mouth as he stared blankly at what had just unfolded.

“I’d like four margaritas please,” she said to the bartender. The bartender just nodded without a word and started mixing.

“You know you lost right?” I said and couldn’t help but smile now.

“Oh? How’s that?” she said. She didn’t bother hiding her gaze at my stomach as I pulled my shirt back down over my head and my jacket shortly after.

“I helped. Heretofore, you violated the rules of the bet,” I said now not bothering to hide my gaze at her stomach. If she was shocked at my pettiness she didn’t show it. Instead I think it just pushed her further into her little game.

“I’ll make sure you lose by the end of the night. I have a plan for you,” she leaned in and put her mouth on my ear. It felt incredible. The heat of her breath on my neck. The soft wetness of her tongue.

“You said no scheming if I won.”

This made her laugh. The chime of her laugh in my ears made me feel funny inside.

“I also said that you would change your mind.”

I blame the tequila, the music, the show Terry put on, her dragging me into it, and watching Cat and James flirt all night long. The sexual tension was too high. I could smell the sex and hadn’t even happened. I’d had another couple drinks at this point and as things approached closing time the bar had emptied out a little bit. We found a table to stand at towards the back.

“Terry and I are going to go to the bathroom and then Michelle is going to come pick us up and drive us home,” Cat said as she and Terry grabbed their phones and drinks and sauntered off to the bathroom.

“Dude,” James spoke first.

“I think she likes you,” I said.

“No shit. She’s basically throwing herself at me. I can feel her pussy through her pants. She keeps grabbing my hand and rubbing against it. Her pants are literally wet,” his eyes were wide and he could hardly believe it, but I could. I had been watching it all night. I knew how much of an exhibitionist Cat was. When the light hit her pants just right you could see through the material and make out the details of her pubic hair and pussy. It was tantalizing. I wanted to run my tongue up her soft slift and feel the soft trimmed hairs tickle my nose.

“Well if you need the room tonight I can slip into someone else’s and crash on the couch,” I said.

“What are you talking about? You’re basically swimming in it over there. Terry is incredible. She’s like a really pale Aphrodite or some shit.”

“She’s more of a Medusa…” I said under my breath as they returned from the bathroom.

“What are you two gawking at? Michelle’s outside,” Terry said as we collectively headed to the exit. She must have taken her bra off in the bathroom. Her plump tits were sitting in the center of her chest and her nipples could be seen poking through the soft material of her crop top. The wet spot between Cat’s legs on her linen pants was obvious now and she was walking with her legs spread slightly apart to make sure the wetness didn’t rub between her thighs and spread the damp spot.

My cock was throbbing in my pants and I think that’s why Terry forced me into the backseat with her and Cat.

“Thanks for picking us up Michelle,” Terry said strapping the seatbelt between her breasts so that they bulged against her shirt.

“Yeah sure just don’t wait too late tomorrow to get your car or they’ll tow you,” Michelle said looking back at us in the rearview mirror. Michelle was tanned with long dark hair and dark eyes. She looked hispanic, maybe? But she was tall and long. She had long thin legs and a sharp waist. Maybe a runway model? She was beautiful in a very androgynous high fashion type of way. We made eye contact in the rearview mirror and I looked away.

Terry placed her hand over my crotch and slowly ran her thumbnail up and down what was very obviously my rock hard shaft. She didn’t look at me as she did it, she just kept chatting away with Michelle and Cat as she teased me.

We were maybe five minutes away when we drove beneath an overpass. The car went completely dark and Cat took the chance to pick up her thigh and sit it back down over my hand that was sitting flat on the seat. I could feel the heat of her pussy before she even put her leg back down. I could feel myself becoming, giddy? Or something as all the blood in my body started to heat up. I looked over at her and she smiled back at me while pushed her hips down hard onto my hand. It felt like her body was leaking. I slowly pushed my fingers up into her and she grinded back and forth on my fingers slowly. Terry kept massaging my cock through my jeans and I could feel my precum begin to drip down my cock.

I was ready to burst when we pulled up to the hotel. Terry stepped out of the car to let me out and I followed. When Cat got out on the other side I didn’t say anything. That was probably their plan. To tease me and push me until I couldn’t say no. I felt high and horny so I didn’t much care one way or another what happened next as long as I could finish as hard as I did last time. As long as I could see their bodies wrapped in ecstasy next to me. Maybe James and I could split Terry. One of us at each end while Cat passed between us touching all the right places with her soft lips.

We stumbled into the elevator and as soon as the doors shut Cat fell onto James. She was biting his neck and practically dry humping his leg. I looked at Terry and she motioned for me to come towards her. I took one step towards her and our bodies were close. She looked me and the eyes and I felt like she was sucking out my soul. I reached out to touch her and she pushed my hand away. She took her own hand and slipped in her pants between her legs. She made a show of pushing at leask a knuckle into herself before she pulled the finger out and put the fingers in my mouth. I could taste that sweetness again. I closed my eyes involuntarily and I heard her whisper.

“Don’t forget, you’re going to lose.”

James opened the door to our room quietly and we slipped inside. Before the door shut behind us Terry was pulling her shirt over her head. Her breasts slipped free as the top came over her shoulders and I was mesmerized again by the sight of her pale body. James was standing there with his mouth open and looked at me as if to say, “are we really doing this?” I didn’t say anything but simply returned the look. Cat took one of Terry’s nipples in her mouth and sucked on it greedily. Terry threw her head back and let out a soft moan as she ran a hand through Cat’s short hair.

Terry and Cat broke apart and Terry sat down on the bed and pushed her legs out straight from the bed. Without skipping a beat Cat kneeled down before her and began to pull Terry’s shoes and pants off.

“If this going to happen we have to do it my way,” Terry said quietly as Cat continued to work on Terry’s remaining clothes.

“We’re going to play a game. James take of all your clothes and sit on the bed there with Cat,” Terry pointed to the twin bed across from her. James obeyed dutifully, if not rapidly. His cock was fully erect and and bounced a little as he sat down. It was impressive in length, but not in girth. His body was toned like mine, but he was shorter and maybe a little narrower.

“Your turn,” Terry said looking at me. She was in just a lacey thong now and her lips were visible around the thin material. I walked over until I was standing directly in front of her, our bodies almost touching. I slowly began peeling off my layers. I was still excited beyond logic and I couldn’t predict what sort of twisted play Terry was going to have us performing on her stage. As I pulled off my boxers my cock sprung out of my pants and Terry let a short smile slip on her face as she examined it.

She wrapped her hand around it slowly and gave it one deliberate pump, letting my precum soak into her hand..

“Good,” she said as she turned to Cat who was still fully clothed but standing between the beds in front of all of us.

“Strip her. But make it count.”

I looked at James and let him decide where he wanted to start. He went to his knees and began to kiss her mound through the thin linen pants. Cat closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. She ran her fingers through his hair until they were at the back of his head and pulled his head against her. I walked up behind her and let my cock settle in between her ass cheeks as I traced my fingers up her arm and onto her shoulder. I started kissing her neck and slipped my other hand up under her shirt. I found the small nipples on her chest and tweaked them each slowly and then dragged my hand across her stomach. I forced her hands up over her head and pulled her shirt slowly. As the cold hotel room air hit her chest I watched in the mirror on the wall as her nipples shrank even smaller and goosebumps tickled her skin. James had the tops of her pants around her thighs and they were dropping slowly as he kissed every inch of her hips and leg as it revealed itself. Her breath was deep and slow as she tried to absorb the moment. Terry leaned back a little and absent mindedly played with her clit.

“That’s good,” she purred softly as Cat’s pants finally hit the floor. We were all totally disrobed now and Terry pointed to the bed. Cat and James sat down next to each other. She patted the bed next to her and I sat down next to her. My rock solid cock slapped loudly against my stomach as I found my place on the bed.

“The game is simple. Whoever cums first wins. If you don’t cum, you don’t get to cum. It’s that easy,” I felt Terry get up and move behind me. She straddled me from behind so her legs ran alongside mine and I could feel her thick breasts push against my back. The warmth soaking my aching muscles. Cat followed Terry’s motions and sat behind James. Her thin arms wrapped around James torso and slowly reached down to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and James moaned loudly.

“Ready?” Cat asked. Terry grabbed my dick and pushed her tits harder into my back. I could feel how soft her hands were and the warmth from her cunt felt amazing on my lower back.

“Ready. Go.” Terry began pumping her hand up and down. She traced a small circle on my thigh with her other hand. Cat began by leaning forward over James’ shoulder and spitting onto his cock.

“Smart.” Terry said as she watched the cock slip between Cat’s nimble fingers. She continued on me with long slow strokes and I couldn’t decide if I should watch her work on me in the mirror or watch Cat give James the hand job of his life. It was like watching a porn being made in real life. Cat sitting there trying to pull the hot white cum out of James cock while playing with his nipples with her free hand. Terry leaned forward and bit my ear.

“That’s hot isn’t it?” she whispered so that they couldn’t hear. I nodded in response.

“Her hand barely goes halfway up his dick. It’s so long.”

I throbbed hard in her hand and I could tell she noticed.

“Do you like it when I talk to you like that?”

I nodded again.

“Tell me what to do to make you cum and I’ll do it,” she whispered. I knew it was a trap, but I wanted it so badly so I waded straight into it.

“Spit on my cock,” I told her. She leaned forward and slowly let a glob of spit drip out of her mouth and land perfectly on my head. As she stroked me it mixed between her fingers and my cock, lubricating my shaft and all the way down to my balls.

“Faster,” I said. I could feel it building deep inside me now. I wanted to feel my cum burst out of my cock so badly. I bucked my hips forward to try to force her strokes deeper. James was moaning louder and louder. I could tell he was getting close. It was obvious from the way his cock strained against Cat’s tiny hand. The blood must have been rushing down because he was pulsing and I could see the veins almost ready to burst out. He was going to throw ropes for sure. I didn’t want to lose.

I concentrated on myself again and I began to think about how else to push myself over the edge. I could feel the wet slit of Terry’s pussy grinding against my back as she slowly edged herself on me.

“Put your middle finger inside your pussy as deep as it will go and then let me lick it,” I told her. She obliged. I couldn’t see it go in, but I could hear it as the wet insides of her pussy spread apart for her finger to push deep inside her. She slowly reached around to my face and I could smell her sex on her finger before I could see it. I closed my eyes to taste it. I ran my tongue up and down the finger and I felt as if I was on fire. My cock began to twitch and I felt myself hitting the point of no return. I opened my eyes and I could see James getting to the same point. Cat had begun alternating cupping his balls and tracing underneath his balls. I didn’t want to lose. I was so close. I could feel it coming on now. I leaned my head back and spread my legs to prepare, but Terry suddenly stopped and squeezed my balls hard. It hurt a bit and it sent my orgasm back.

“What are you-” I started to turn to Terry, but as I did I noticed a white liquid begin to pour out of James’ cock and onto Cat’s fingers. She didn’t stop stroking, but instead kept pumping away at the same pace as the cum ran over her hand and dripped into the sheets below.

“I told you,” she whispered and I felt that rage from before build up again. This bitch just had to be right about everything. But I was going to prove she wasn’t right about me.

“No,” I said turning to her. She laughed and tried to stand up, but I grabbed her ankle.

“I don’t think so. This doesn’t end here. James grab her arms,” I reached down and grabbed her other ankle. She struggled a little bit at first, but she realized quickly that she wasn’t going to get away from my grip. She looked almost afraid, but almost like she was begging for what I was going to do to her. James sprang up and came around to the other side of the bed. His limp cock flopped a bit as he leaned over her to grab and secure her arms. When it did, a bit of his cum splashed across Terry’s neck.

“Cat, clean that up,” I said motioning for her.

“Cat don’t you dare help him,” she said trying to reposition herself to be less vulnerable. Cat just shrugged as she walked over and leaned into Terry’s neck.

“I just do what I’m told,” she giggled as she licked the cum off of Terry’s porcelain skin.

My cock had never been this hard before. I could tell if I fucked her now I would only last a few minutes, but that’s all I needed. James cock was still dripping a bit of his cum onto my bed, which I wasn’t thrilled about, so I told Terry to clean it.

“No way,” she said pulling her head back. I looked at Cat and nodded to her. Cat took Terry’s hair with one hand and James’ cock with another. She pulled Terry’s hair back and let James’ cock flop into it. She had acted like she wanted to resist, but once his head was in her mouth she was loving it. Cat pushed James hips forward so his dick went deeper into her mouth. It was a sight to see. Him standing over her pinning her arms to the bed while he fucked her mouth with Cat’s help. I looked down at my own throbbing erection and lined it up with Terry’s wet mound.

Her pussy was completely shaven and the wetness was glistening in the soft light of the hotel room. I tried to guide my cock in, but it slipped off her slit. It was hard to line it up without being able to use my hands as they held her legs apart. I was so hard I was basically vertical. I tried again at a different angle and my dick slipped down her slit and the head of my cock poked her ass. She let out a moan, at least I think it was a moan, it was hard to tell as she choked on cock.

I lined it up one more time, and I could feel my head working its way in, soft, wet, and tight. I could feel her lips being pushed apart and I was about to finally fuck Terry into oblivion. I was going to win and I was going to fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk. I was going to pay her back for mocking me and humiliating me. I was going to fuck her pink little pussy raw with its thick lips and soft pronounced mound and I was going to fill her to the brim with my cum, but two loud knocks at the door broke our orgy-like trance.

“What’s going on in there? It’s loud.”

It was one of the assistant coaches. James and Cat scrambled for their clothes but I stood there over Terry for a moment. Her legs spread apart. My cock just millimeters away from being inside her. We locked eyes and I could tell she wanted me to do it. Badly.

Then it struck me. She wanted me to be stuck inside her. She knew once I was inside her, I’d never be able to resist her again. I pulled back and started to put my clothes back on.

“Tsk,” she rolled her eyes and stood up. She began to put her clothes back on as well.

James made it to the door and cracked it a bit.

“We were just watching the end of a movie with some friends, sorry coach. They were just leaving,” James double checked over his shoulder to make sure everyone was decent before he opened the door all the way.

“I’ll walk them down to the lobby,” the assistant sighed. We all said our goodbyes and hugged. Terry was in the doorway next to the assistant coach when she looked at me and feigned surprise.

“I almost forgot. These are yours!” she took her lace panties out of her purse and put them in my hand.

“Good night, ass,” she said as she then kissed me on the cheek and walked towards the elevators with Cat. The coach didn’t say anything, just shook his head slowly and rolled his eyes.

Once the door was shut James looked at me.

“Fuck,” he said before falling onto his bed and passing out almost immediately.

“Fuck,” I said. I was pissed. I was horny. I was going to wake up with blue balls. All I could think was that I needed to find a way to get over Terry. I needed to win. I needed to get this anger and lust and whatever this competitive bullshit was out of my system. I had to get even. But to do that I needed information. I needed dirt. I needed to know what Cat knew. I needed Cat.