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“Hey.” He immediately moved his hand from the blonde’s shoulder and put his arm around his girlfriend.
“I was out back with Dalesy’s fiancé. Man, talk about a vile human being. Oh, and some dude asked me to fuck him in the bathroom. He literally waved a condom in front of my face.”
Ryan raised an eyebrow. “That’s lovely. Anyway. So, Kaylie, this is my girlfriend, Amara.”
“Nice to meet you!” Amara shook her hand, staring at her huge tits that were barely covered by her bright yellow halter top.
“She’s, uh, down, if you wanna get out of here,” Ryan told Amara, then leaned into her ear. “You still wanna do this with me? You can say no.”
“Nah, I’m good. So, it worked? The pussy flare?”
“Yep. Told you. Like a charm.”
Kaylie tapped Ryan’s shoulder, and he leaned down. “She’s gorgeous. I wanna watch you two together.”
“That’s not a problem, but you’re gonna spend some time on my cock, too,” he responded, signaling the bartender. “Hey, can I close out? Mar, wanna get us an Uber? I’m gonna text Osi so he knows we’re leaving.”
Experiment #1 (17)
The ride home in the Uber was quiet, minus the smooth jazz playing on the radio. The three of them sat crammed together in the backseat of the Chevy Equinox, with Ryan in the middle. He made sure to put his arm around Amara, while Kaylie’s hand rested in his lap, toying with his inner thigh.
Amara stared at the girl's hand, and she could see Ryan's cock thickening. Unsure if it was the liquid courage awakened by three glasses of straight Tennessee whiskey or what, she grabbed Kaylie’s hand and placed it on Ryan’s growing hard-on. “Kiss her,” she whispered into his ear.
He immediately turned his head towards Kaylie and began to make out with her. Amara watched him suck and bite her bottom lip, the same way he did when they made out.
She couldn’t process the sudden, foreign feeling that came over her as she watched him kiss this woman who was so much younger and more beautiful than herself. It was an intense anger coupled with an intense sexual desire, and the two battled furiously for her attention. Her hand wandered down to Ryan’s lap, where Kaylie had begun jerking him off through his pants. She grabbed onto his dick to help, and a loud moan escaped him when he felt her join in.
The fun, however, was quickly halted. “Uh uh, honey! No love stains up in this car. Save that shit for when y’all get home!”
“I’m sorry, Letitia!” Ryan called out to her. He’d had her so many times as a driver that they were on a first-name basis. “You forgive me?”
“Ryan, Imma whoop your damn ass. You cute, but you ain’t that cute. Hands to your damn selves, ladies. Y’all almost home.”
She let them off at the door of the apartment building. “Y’all have fun!” she said, as they piled out. “You better wrap that shit up, Ryan!”
“I will. Bye, Letitia!”
The three wandered into the building and waited for the elevator, which was down on the basement floor. When it made its way up to the lobby and opened, there stood Hayes in a wool hat, t-shirt, and sweatpants, with a laundry bag next to him, as the three of them got on. “Well, well, well. The fuck do we have here?”
“Just got back from Excel,” Ryan exhaled, as Kaylie ran one hand through his hair and felt up his abs with the other. “It was a good time.”
“Apparently. Yo, Mar, you OK?” he asked, as he noticed her leaning her head back against the elevator wall, eyes closed.
“She’s fine,” Ryan responded.
“I didn’t ask you. Mar, you good?”
The elevator hit the fourth floor and opened. “I’m fine, Tyler,” she said, not moving or opening her eyes.
“Right. That’s convincing. Well, have fun with…whatever the fuck this is.” He stepped out, and as Amara opened her eyes, she saw him hyper-focused on her. He mouthed the words “Text me” just as the doors closed.
When they got off on the sixth floor, Ryan put an arm around each of their waists as they walked to their apartment. Once inside, Ryan turned to Amara. “Wait here,” he told her, as he escorted Kaylie to his bedroom and quickly returned. He grabbed her face with both hands and pulled her in for a kiss. “Hey? She’s just a toy for us to play with for a little bit, OK? She means absolutely nothing to me.”
Amara nodded. “She’s so much prettier than me.”
“Not even close. In fact, she told me how gorgeous you were at the bar and that she wanted to watch us. It’s not a competition. We’re all playing for the same team here, OK?”
“You’ve done this before? With more than one girl?”
