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Subject: Vickie and Jeremy Part 2  (slut, fantasy, ff, mf)
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Jeremy and Vickie are my best friends.  I've known them since college. 


Jeremy is 5'10", about 170 lbs.  and dark hair, fairly well built.  He
also has a nice thick 8" cock, and yes, I've sampled it numerous times.
 More on that later.  Vickie is 5'6", the same height as me (which is
perfect 69'ing material...again, more on that later!!)  and she is also
blonde like me.  We could be twins, with the exception of our bust
size.  Vickie is smaller up top with a pair of perky 34B's.  I'm a 36D.

I already told a few intimate details about myself and Vickie.  Let me
tell you about Jeremy now!

Vickie and Jeremy

As I'd mentioned, Vickie and I shared an apartment in college.  Shortly
after the lesbian love affair episode, she began dating Jeremy.  Often
they would hang out at the apartment making out or studying.  Around
the same time, I bought a computer to help me with my studies.  Being
blonde, I had no idea how to work the foot pedal, or the coffee cup
holder that says 4X on it.  Jeremy was more than willing to help me out
with all of these things, having had a lot of experience with
computers.  And he was a perfect gentleman, despite my best efforts to
tease him shamelessly.  

He spent a lot of time with me helping me learn the things I needed to
know.  Sometimes he would come over even when Vickie was away.  And
occasionally we would go to lunch or dinner together.  We were becoming
very good friends.  As time passed, Jeremy and Vickie got engaged. 
Vickie still trusted both of us, and like I said it was entirely
platonic between me and Jeremy.  It was trying at times for both of us
though.  When we were working on the computer, we were often huddled
close together, and dammit, he always smelled so nice!  I'm sure my
short skirts and low-cut, revealing shirts didn't help matters much. 
Jeremy often had a bulge in his pants when he was helping me with my
computer.  After Jeremy left, I would often end up in my bed with my
shiny silver vibrator, playing out lurid fantasies about seducing my
best friends fiance and fucking him silly.  

In one fantasy, I sucked Jeremy off while Vickie was getting ready for
their date in the next room.  This fantasy was based on the fact that
Vickie doesn't really get into cocksucking all that much.  I, on the
other hand, was once given the nickname "Li'l Miss Hoover".  I imagined
that I was sucking Jeremy and always managed to finish him off just
before Vickie caught us, then I saw them both off and wished them a
good time, with the aftertaste of Jeremy's jism still in my mouth.  

In another, I went to his dorm room and seduced him an hour before
their date, flaunting my tits (which are two sizes bigger than
Vickie's) until Jeremy gave in to me and fucked me in his shower.  I
often acted out this fantasy in the shower.  Fortunately my vibrator
seems to be watertight....I'd hate to electrocute myself!

And in yet another, extremely wicked fantasy, I tied Vickie up to a
chair in my room, and forced her to watch as her fiance cheated on her
with her slut roommate.  Taunting Vickie about my larger breasts and
superior cocksucking skills, while she watched powerless to stop her
fiance and her whore of a best friend from humiliating her.  This
fantasy always gave me the most earth shattering orgasm of all....even
though I would never do something like that to Vickie in real life.  No
harm in fantasizing about it, right?

That last fantasy I turned into a short story. Using my newly acquired
word processor skills, I keyed it into the computer.  And kept going
back into it to modify and enhance it.  The end result was pretty good;
I'll repost it sometime.  I also wrote other stories in my free time. 
Some involving Jeremy, some with Vickie, and some with other people I
knew.  Before long I had a nice hot collection of short stories.  None,
however, was as detailed or as lurid as the one about screwing Jeremy
in front of a helpless Vickie.

One night I was having this really hot dream.  I didn't remember much
of it when I woke up, but it was very intense and erotic, I can tell
you that.  I'd like to say it was about Jeremy, but I'm not sure.  When
I woke up that morning, I needed satisfaction in the worst way!  Vickie
was already gone, so I sat down at the computer and pulled up the story
I had written, and began reading it.  Burying myself in this evil,
slutty fantasy.  (as well as burying my fingers in my wet, slutty
pussy!)  I brought myself off twice before realizing that I was late
for class!  Quickly showering and dressing, I was out the door.

At about 2:30 in the afternoon, I had a thought that chilled me to the
bone.  I HAD FORGOTTEN TO SHUT THE COMPUTER OFF.  AND VICKIE AND JEREMY
WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE HAD LUNCH AT THE APARTMENT.  My story about
betraying my best friend had probably already been read by both of
them.  Vickie was probably packing her things right now.  To hell with
classes, I would not be able to concentrate at all.  I rushed home,
hoping that they had somehow not noticed that the computer was on.  Fat
chance--the computer desk was in our living room, in plain sight.  

When I got home, the computer was turned off, and Vickie wasn't there. 
Probably went to get boxes to pack up her stuff, I thought, HOW COULD I
HAVE BEEN SO CARELESS?  Beyond that, how could I have had such nasty
thoughts about my roommate, and then written them out on the computer
just to satisfy my own insatiable craving to be constantly fucked?  I
vowed to myself that from that point on, I would never be such a slut
again.  I then turned on the computer, deleted that horrible story, and
promptly went to my bed and cried for the next hour.

Around 5, I heard the front door open.  Vickie was home.  I knew that I
should go out and talk to her, but I couldn't.  I felt like I'd never
be able to face her again.  I heard her moving throughout the
apartment, then the front door again as she went out.  I burst out in
fresh tears, realizing she was probably gone forever.  However, a few
minutes later, heard the door again, and once again she was in.  I
could hear her moving things around, obviously packing her stuff.  Then
out the front door, then back in again.  

A few minutes later, a knock at my bedroom door.  

"Yeah?"  I said, barely a whisper.

Vickie's voice.  "Terri?  May I come in?"  I said yes, lying on my bed
and turning to face away from the door.  I couldn't even bring myself
to look her in the eyes.  Nor did I deserve such a privilege?  The door
opened and I heard Vickie come in.  "Terri?"

"What?" I whispered softly, sobbing a bit.

"I was hoping to get some help with the groceries."  Then she realized
I was crying.  "Terri?  Something wrong?"  She sat down on the bed.

I sat up, still not looking at her directly.  Did she say "Groceries?"

"Of course, you know Wednesday is shopping day!  You're
crying.....what's wrong sweetie?"  She put her hand on my shoulder.  

"You mean.....you don't hate me?"  I sobbed.  Finally raising my head
and looking her in the eye.

Vickie was incredulous.  "What on earth would make you think something
like that????"  

I mumbled "Well....the computer....the story....."  Once again looking
away from her.  Vickie actually began laughing!

"Oh, that!  No, I'm not mad at you about that at all!"  Vickie hugged
me.  "Look at me.  I'm not mad.  I know you're very imaginative. 
That's one of the things I love about you.  And I know there's physical
attraction between you and my fiance.  But I also trust you with all my
heart.  I know you wouldn't ever do anything to hurt me."  Then she
told me something that shocked me even more.  "To be honest with you,
your story really got us excited!"

"Us?  You mean....Jeremy....."  She nodded, grinning.  "Oh my GOD!!!" 
Back to my blonde bimbo self.  What would Jeremy think of me now?  

"He read over my shoulder.  For awhile anyway....." she trailed off. 
"Then we shared the chair....me on his lap, riding him...."  Vickie
winked at me.  
So she wasn't mad, and was still my best friend.  This was good.  

"You know, " Vickie said slyly, running her fingers thru my hair, "I've
been thinking about a good ending for the story."  

This should be good.  "What would that be?"  

"Well, " Vickie whispered, now nibbling on my ear, "after she gets done
with her homewrecking project, the slut Terri goes to work on turning
the prude Vickie into a bisexual little whore...."  Vickie's nibbles
moved down to the back of my neck.  Her hands were moving as well.  As
were mine.

I LOVE it when she nibbles my neck.  It makes me melt!  "Ohhhhhhhhh...
but.....I.......ummm.  I erased the story.... when I...."  

"It's OK, Terri.  I'm sure Jeremy knows how to recover it.  My fiance
is very skilled....ooooooooooh!"  One of my fingers found her clit. 
"Maybe we can have you.....ohhhhhh....ORALLY....ask him for help with
that....."

Was my friend saying what I thought she was saying?  At that point, I
didn't really care, all I could think of was fucking her.  "So, " I
murmured, "show me your idea for the ending to the story...."

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end part 2.  to be continued!





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