“If we… continue like this… we’re going to… lose control of ourselves more… like that,” she panted, her eyes full of lust, yet her tone coming across like she was just trying to prove some point. “As it is, good luck… explaining that we’re not a couple… to our friends.”
“You’re always trying to make it out like I’m the dumbass,” Tyler responded bitterly. “I’m fine explaining shit. I’m fine with these new feelings. Maybe, just maybe, between the two of us, you’re the dumb slut here.”
Luckily, Nami fucked her friend enough to know that if the last thing set her off and made her kiss him, this definitely would, so thinking quick, she grabbed Zoe’s arm and, not knowing what else to do, bit into it, hard.
“Ow! What the actual fuck was that?!” Zoe complained, retracting her hand.
“I don’t want you two getting expelled for doing stuff in the hallway!” Nami raised her voice, taking control. “Why do I have to be the adult here? Both of you, get a grip! This isn’t the time for flirting. God, maybe you two should be boyfriend and girlfriend already.”
“Gross,” Zoe retched, earning a side-eye from Tyler.
“Neither of you gets to go to the mall today. That’s the plan,” Nami asserted.
“That’s, uh, a shit plan,” Zoe said plainly. “What about tomorrow?”
“We’ll worry about that tomorrow,” Nami replied as if it were obvious. “Today, at least to acknowledge there’s a problem, none of us go to the mall. Deal?”
“And how do we prove this?” Tyler asked.
“Is the code of honor not good enough?” Nami challenged.
“He has a point,” Zoe admitted begrudgingly. “The first point we brought up was that our plan had to rely on something other than us. We’re human,” she reminded Nami, not realizing that she had begun to trace Tyler’s cock through his pants.
Nami coughed loudly and gestured to Zoe’s hand. Zoe retracted her hand immediately. “Fine. After we get home, we all get on a Zoom call and do our homework together.”
“Ugh. Zoom,” Tyler complained, no doubt remembering the horrors of the half-year pandemic and all of the terrible Zoom calls they had to endure not too long ago.
“Got any better ideas?” Zoe replied, rubbing her fingers together, savoring the essence of Tyler on them. “I like Nami’s idea. Let’s do it.”
***
“Her whole fist,” Nami confirmed, blushing.
Zoe blushed too. This was not her idea of what they should talk about on their Zoom call that night, but at least none of them went to the mall. At least Nami didn’t know what happened before her arrival; when she got home, her Internet was out, so Zoe and Tyler began the call together while Nami troublesooted – troubleshot? – her Internet. That quickly turned into Zoe and Tyler masturbating for each other on camera, knowing full well Nami could come back anytime. By the grace of God, Nami appeared minutes after Tyler happened to tuck his cock away, at Zoe’s request. After apologizing profusely for missing the first hour of the hangout she requested, the group got to work on homework.
Unfortunately, by then, Nami had gotten quite worked up herself, and then, “out of curiosity,” started asking questions about Zoe and Tyler, and their sex life. This led to Tyler describing it in vivid detail, and Nami, lost in the moment, accidentally giving an enthusiastic “we did that too!” to one of his de***********ions. Tyler may have been an idiot but he wasn’t an idiot – after that, the genie was out of the bottle, and Nami and Zoe had to confess they had been fucking too.
Tyler took it really well (which Zoe was glad to see; there was no redder a red flag than a guy that didn’t want to be your boyfriend but still got jealous when you fucked other people) but was unrelenting with his questions. Nami was practically forced to recount the whole fisting story, with Tyler eagerly and dominantly asking questions, which Zoe hated to admit to herself, got her insanely wet.
“Wow, that’s hot,” Tyler observed. “I never knew you two were such kinky bitches.”
“You knew Zoe was,” Nami replied with a laugh. “And you knew that I’m kind of… boy-crazy sometimes.”
“I can’t imagine how bad you’re suffering through this,” Tyler thought out loud.
“If that’s an offer…” Nami began uneasily.
“Don’t worry, I’m cool,” Tyler replied evenly. “I get it. I don’t think we’d be a good match either.”
Relief splashed across Nami’s face. “Thanks, Tyler.”
“But… if you don’t mind talking about this online, I mean…” Tyler trailed off, and Zoe caught on.
“Are you masturbating? In front of her?! That’s so rude!” Zoe protested.
“It’s not like she can see it!” Tyler shot back. “That story was hot and all of us are sitting on twelves on the one-to-ten horny scale! What do you want me to do?”
“It’s fine, Zoe,” Nami replied with a hint of something to her voice. “I do get it. The story was hot, and all of us are really pent up.”
Zoe digested what Nami said. “So what, you’re okay that your friend is jacking off to you?”
“Yeah,” Nami said plainly. “I kinda want to do it too.”
“Heh, tryna play it cool,” Tyler chuckled to himself. “Shit, why not? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. Zoe, don’t act like you’re the only prude here. You in the same boat we are.”
“This is insane,” Zoe complained. She looked intently at the screen to see a shy blushing Zoe scoot her chair back a few paces and lift up her skirt, revealing no panties and a sopping wet pussy underneath.
“Good enough for you?” she asked, trying to keep her tone as even as possible. She began rubbing up and down her slit.
“Try not to faint,” Tyler countered, angling the camera and lifting his shirt that he was masturbating under. His bick dick sprung into view, perfectly framed and ready for action.
“Oh fuck,” Nami murmured. “You weren’t kidding, Zoe. That’s huge.”
“Ha, scary, isn’t it?” Tyler taunted. “Yet another reason we’d be a bad match. You’re barely five foot.”
“I dunno, I could probably take that,” Nami began to murmur, as if she was under a spell.
This was horrifying to Zoe. She knew that under all circumstances, Nami and Tyler were a bad pairing and that them having sex would only result in complications and possible fracturing of their friend group. This was so bad. This was so wrong. She was so wet. She couldn’t help exposing her own pussy on camera and joining them.
She wanted Nami to keep far away from Tyler’s cock. “It tastes so good, Nami,” she moaned. “You should try it yourself.”
“I’m obviously not going to, but… haha, yeah, I wanna,” Nami chuckled nervously.
“Shit, girls, I’d gladly give it to either of you,” Tyler growled in his lowest voice, stroking it slowly. “Your mouths or your pussies.”
“I want him inside of my pussy, Zoe,” Nami croaked.
“Me too,” Zoe moaned, playing with her clit. “I’ve been thinking of stopping taking my birth control and just letting him have me.”
“Real shit?” Tyler asked, stopping for a second. “Wow, that’s hot…”
“Yeah, that’s really hot,” Nami echoed. “I think you should do that. And I… want to be there for that.”
“You like watching?” Tyler laughed seductively.
“I like watching, and I like taking part,” Nami replied, inserting four fingers into herself. “Maybe if you have a second load in you… but no, you just said, we’d be a bad matchup…”