Page 8 of Beg Me

“Olive, everyone here is waiting,” Jayce says. Olive stands up. And pulls her bra off, grabs her tits and starts rubbing them seductively.

“Is this what you were waiting for?” She asks in a breathy, hot as fuck voice.

“Holy fuck,” Jayce, Zander, and I all say at the same time, practically drooling.

No, not practically drooling, I am literally drooling. I have to wipe my mouth. She is perfect. Large, natural tits, with suckable dusty pink nipples that are hard and pointing out at me like they are staring at me. Round belly with wide hips, hip dips that curve down to her perfect ass, and thighs that clench together, hiding what’s peaking out behind a tiny slit covered in trimmed hair. Fuck. If I didn’t already know I was bi, I definitely do now.

Olive stands up to grab water, and we all watch as she goes.

“I’m going to head to the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” she calls to us from the kitchen.

“Okay so, now that I’m here with two beautiful men who are completely rock-hard. I’m – how are you both doing?” I laugh as I blush and stumble over my words, that sentence made no sense, but I’m drunk, it didn’t have to make sense.

“I’m doing great, four hot chicks. Two hot dudes to look at,” Zander slurs.

“Bro, there are only four of us here, how did you end up counting seven?” Jayce laughs. I laugh at both of them getting their numbers wrong in their drunken stupor.

“Looks like that many to me. I may be a little drink…” he burps, “drunk…” he burps again.

I lay my head on the table, and Zander goes to sit on the couch and takes the phone with him to talk to Jayce.

I’m bumped into from behind. I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep. Olive comes up behind me whispering,

“You have to see this.” She grabs me, giving me the shhhhh sign with her fingers, and tip-toes over to the couch. I look over, trying to focus my eyes.

Man, we drank way too much. I look over at the couch and see Zander with his dick in his hand rubbing up and down his shaft with the phone propped up in front of him, while Jayce strokes his cock on the phone screen. Both of them look at each other with dark hooded eyes filled with desire, and alcohol, while they enjoy themselves.

“Holy shit, that’s hot!” I say way too loud.

They both look over at us and keep going. I sit down on the couch and lay my head on Olive’s shoulder, who I just noticed had sat next to me. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

Chapter 5

Olive

What. The. Fuck. Happened last night?

Like, how can I not remember anything? How much alcohol and weed did I consume? My head feels like it was smashed into by a freight train, a fully loaded freight train.

Looking around my apartment, I’m met with two sleeping people and cans everywhere. A couple of tequila bottles lying around. Oh my gods, is that the freaking Jose Cuervo!?!

No wonder I feel like shit, that is the backup to the backups, back up. That doesn’t get pulled out unless it’s a dire need. Mainly because of how it makes me feel after, but also because every time it comes out I drink too much, and I can’t handle the smell of it for months.

So I guess we partied hard…

After my sixth dab and fifth shot, everything got fuzzy, and we were just playing cards at that point. Looking down I realize I am wearing nothing. I yank the sheet up to my chest looking to see if anyone got a free show.

No, they are fully passed out, maybe in a freaking coma. Oh man, I hope they aren’t dead. I would kind of understand if they were. If I’m the lightweight and I drank that much, I can only imagine how much they drank.

Grabbing the first piece of clothing I can feel from the side of my bed I throw it over my head and start to get out of bed. I’m hit with a calming smell. This must be Zander’s shirt.

I grab the collar and pull it up to sniff it some more. My gods, how does this man smell good? Like smoke and whiskey.

Now I’m happy, ignoring undies, I walk over to Janice and see her chest rising and falling. “Oh good, she’s alive,” I say to an apartment with no one to listen to me.

It looks like a bomb went off in here. Grabbing for my phone, I take a few videos for stories, and just plain fun blackmail against Zander and Janice.

Who doesn’t love having photos like this of their favorite people, am I right?

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