Tyson's voice cut through the tension. "Alright, fine, we'll stop."
My heart was screaming, "Don't stop!" Not only was I dying to see what'd happen next, but in that dead silence, if I moved now, they'd hear me lurking outside the door. My palms were sweating, but thankfully, less than ten seconds later, Tyson spoke again, his tone taunting.
"You sure you want us to stop? What's that look in your eyes? You don't say anything, how're we supposed to know?"
Alex piled on. "Kimmi, quit pretending. Your pussy's soaked. You really want us to stop? Beg us to keep touching you."
Turns out, they'd only paused talking. Tyson had Kimmi pinned from behind, stopping her from squirming, his tongue tracing from her neck to her ear. Alex, now on the bed too, slid his hand under her nightdress. Kimmi's legs were clamped tight, but Alex's fingers slipped past her panties from the side, grazing her. One touch, and he knew she was wet. But here's the wild part—Alex wasn't his usual chill self. He was acting like Tyson, all cocky, like they had Kimmi in the bag.
Kimmi kept protesting softly. "No… don't…"
Alex leaned into it, teasing, "Stop acting shy. Didn't we have a blast that time you got drunk?"
What drunk time? Had a blast? My heart stuttered. Was it the shock of this bombshell or that dark desire inside me waking up? I'd been ready to storm the guest bathroom and scare them off as Kimmi started resisting, but now? I wanted to hear more. Had I misread everything? Was Alex not just crushing on Kimmi—had something happened between them?
Kimmi bit her lip, her voice trembling. "Last time, we were drunk… don't bring it up."
My stomach dropped, my hands shaking.
Alex laughed, pressing harder. "Sure, we were drunk that night, but the next day? And after? Weren't you having the time of your life?"
Kimmi's voice was barely a whisper. "Stop talking about it. My boyfriend wasn't around, I was lonely… I messed up."
Alex wasn't letting up. "Nah, you were loving it the next day. I fucked you till you came, remember? Right by the window, pounding you from behind, hands on your tits. Wanna go again? Just say the word, beg us."
Even though I'd half-guessed it, hearing Alex say it out loud hit like a freight train. Kimmi, my sweet, innocent girlfriend—cheating? It didn't match the loving girl I knew. Weirder still? I wasn't angry. I felt anxious, a little jealous, and… yeah, a twisted kind of excitement.
Tyson chimed in, grinning. "Don't be shy. Your boyfriend's out cold. He won't know. Let's keep going."
Kimmi still resisted, her voice soft but firm. "No… really, stop…"
Then, SLAP! A sharp sound, and the entire house went dead silent.