It’s my own damn fault – 2

“Tequila? Are you forgetting what that used to do to you?” Her mother laughed. “God…I have to admit, it’s been years since I’ve actually had any myself. Let me go get some salt…you did bring some limes with you, yes?”

“Oh shit no! I forgot to get any!” Stella admitted.

“Well we can’t have that! If we’re going to do shots of tequila, we need limes!”

“Shots? I thought we were going to do margaritas or something!” I said

“Margaritas! Oh hell no!” Mia said. “Been too long since I’ve had shots, and that sounds like a hell of a lot more fun. No…we’re doing shots, and that means…we need limes. Stella? Run down to the store and get some.”

“Me? Why me? Why not make Thomas go for them?”

“Because while you’re doing that, I can finish showing Thomas what I want him to add to the room. By the time you get back, we’ll have all that out of the way, and can spend the rest of the evening enjoying ourselves!”

All I could do was stand there with a pained smile on my face, trying to appear to Stella as though I was dreading some other change or idea that her mother had once again come up with, especially as close as we were to finally finishing off the room.

What Stella didn’t know of course, was I did indeed have a pained expression on my face, but not for that particular reason. I had a pretty good idea, Mia simply wanted a few moments of “alone time” with me.

“Well, ok…I’ll go, and hurry back,” Stella quipped, “but as soon as I do, let’s enjoy the Tequila then and not spend the entire night talking about the sewing room…ok?”

The last thing I wanted to be talking about right now…was the sewing room. As it was…I’d never be able to look at it in quite the same way ever again.

The moment Stella left, and two seconds after we heard the car backing out of the driveway, Mia turned to me.

“OK Thomas…take out your cock!”

I figured it was inevitable, so I did. And not that I minded doing so now either. I’d already come to face the conclusion that it now turned me on, that it had…and that I’d do this anytime and every time that she asked me to do so. I mean after all, what other choice did I really have anyway? The simple thing was, Mia enjoyed watching me jerk off. Stella had been right about that, she’d loved watching Fred do it, and obviously often. Now since I had, and since we had…it was equally obvious to me, that she had every intention of continuing to do so.

So, once again…here I stood, working my prick for her while she watched, and while she in turn opened her blouse, though wearing a bra, which she simply pulled up and over her tits, freeing them.

“Like looking at my titties while you’re jerking off Thomas? Fred always enjoyed it when I did that for him too,” she added. “And I like playing with them as well…gets me all nice and horny too.”

“Yeah…I do,” I freely admitted. “You really do have nice boobs, all of you.”

She laughed at that. “Yeah, I can just imagine how interesting that would be, all three of us sitting there naked playing with ourselves while watching you. Though I’m fairly sure that’s never going to happen, bad enough as to what happened the other day. And that…really can’t and shouldn’t happen ever again Thomas. Things just sort of got carried away…too carried away.”

“I agree, it shouldn’t, and it won’t…not again, not ever.”

(Famous last words?)

“However…”

“However?”

“Yeah…when I realized Stella had brought over the tequila, that gave me an idea…”

“OH god!” I thought.

“You know how that can affect her, always has done for some odd-ball reason. But what I was thinking was this, especially after what happened the other day. So it’s not like doing this is any worse than that was, under the circumstances, and especially with Stella being your wife and all. But…what I’d enjoy seeing…watching admittedly, would be the two of you having sex together. So…I was thinking Thomas, I’ll mention to Stella that I don’t think it’s a good idea for the two of you to try going home this evening.

I’ll tell her you’re simply spending the night here, we’ll make up the rollaway bed in the living room for you. And then when it’s time, I’ll head on up to bed. Except, I’ll sneak out a bit later. Hopefully by then you two will be fooling around. That way I can watch for a bit, amuse myself…if you get my meaning, and then actually go to bed with a smile on my face, and a reasonably good night’s sleep because of it. So…think we can get Stella to go along with all that?”

“For some reason mom…I don’t think that’s going to be much of a problem.”

**

“He really does have a nice once Chris! Better than any of the other guys that have been brought here and done this, that’s for sure!”

Several girls had now crowded around me, inching closer, forming basically a half circle now as I stood there fondling myself.

“Squeeze it, that’s it…we want to see some juice leaking from it,” one of them stated, the others snickering, yet agreeing with her.

“Yeah, squeeze it for us Thomas,” Chris said, though pretending that she didn’t personally know me, which was part of the requirement here, the initiation, though I also happened to know, her two closest friends certainly did. Though Chris had assured me they’d never reveal that fact either, or neither one of them would likely be admitted to the sorority either.

It was still hard to believe, thinking back now on how all this had started, how it had gotten crazier and crazier by the moment…all of which had eventually led up to this, to my being here, agreeing to do this for her, just so Chris could make it into the Sorority she wanted to be associated with.

At least these young women were dressed, or I’m not sure I’d have felt comfortable doing what I was. Not that I was actually comfortable doing this…it was a little embarrassing as it was, but at least I could do it, more so…without having a bunch of naked females tempting me while I did.

There was no way in hell I’d ever be able to explain this one, and even Chris couldn’t help me out of this mess if it ever got out. But as far as keeping myself hard, entertaining myself while the girls watched, while they giggled, snickered and amused themselves at my expense perhaps.

Well…at least I had the images inside my head to entertain myself with, and keep it that way. All the crazy things that had been going on, one right after another, one seemingly almost worse than the last one. And yet…each one hornier, wilder, crazier. Oh yeah. It was easy to stand here now, just thinking about those moments. Remembering back, beginning with that crazy night at Mia’s and the fucking tequila.

To be continued…