Your cock is beautiful – 3

She looked at it again.

“Can I…touch it?” she asked.

She reached towards my cock.

“No.” I said.

I suddenly, impulsively, grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm roughly to the side. She grunted in pain, and met my eye with that same anger I was used to.

“Ow, what the fuck! Get off me!” she shouted, struggling against my grip.

I twisted her arm back, and leaned close to her.

“I don’t know how you don’t already know this, Mia, but I fucking hate you.” I said, almost whispering.

Different emotions seemed to flood across her face, anger and pain and fear.

“Now get out.” I said.

I pushed her back. She tumbled backwards onto the floor, giving me a clear view of her pussy. Her smooth, pink pussy lips were clearly glistening with arousal.

She stood up angrily, gathering up her clothes and holding them in front of her.

“You know what?” she said, “Fuck you, faggot. My boyfriend’s dick is twice the size of yours anyway.”

I laughed at that.

“That’s not what I heard.” I said, holding up my pinky finger, copying her earlier gesture.

She was outraged, and confused, but she didn’t say anything more.

She took one last look at my cock, her eyebrows still furrowed in anger, but biting her lip with clear lust. I held my pinky up beside it for a comparison, mocking her.

She made a noise of disgust in her throat. I laughed again as she turned to leave, showing me her perfectly round and perky ass. I’d never paid much attention to assess before, and made a silent note to remedy that.

She left, still completely naked, and slammed the door behind her. In her hurry, she left her panties behind.

I was as surprised by my behavior as she was. Originally, I didn’t intend to kick her out. I figured if we got this far along in the plan, I would just have sex with her, or something. Just go with whatever happened next.

But that didn’t seem like enough now. I didn’t want to just fuck her.

I wanted to make her beg for my cock.

I wanted to completely dominate her.

My dick was rock hard, now. I’d been trying to keep from getting fully worked up while she was here, but I liked seeing her so dejected and angry, maybe even more than I liked looking at her perfect, naked body. I idly stoked my shaft a few times, but I didn’t want to masturbate.

I vowed then that the next time I came, it would be all over Mia’s face.

And she’d beg for it.

==

The next day, things were a little different. I fearlessly strode into the kitchen where the girls were eating breakfast.

Anger flashed across Mia’s face for a few seconds when I walked in, but she didn’t say a word. Which was pretty much a first. Stella seemed surprised at her, but didn’t comment.

Throughout the day, the three of us spent time together. I talked mostly to Stella, reveling in being able to spend time with her without being hassled. Mia didn’t say more than a few words to me, and when she did she avoided my eyes. More than once I caught her glancing at my crotch.

Mia left before dinner.

“Wow, today was a lot of fun!” said Stella, when we were alone after dinner.

“Yeah. It’s nice, hanging out with you again.” I said.

“I think Mia’s finally started to warm up to you, she didn’t insult you once!”

She seemed genuinely pleased.

“Yeah, that only took, what, 18 years?” I said.

Stella sighed.

She looked guilty.

“Look…I know Mia’s pretty much hated you since…well, forever. I’ve tried to talk to her about it, but…I mean, it’s not really just about you, she’s not the easiest person to get along with normally anyway…and I guess she always just thought that you were trying to come between us…”.

She seemed to get lost in thought, but I let her finish.

“I’m sorry.” she said, “I’m sorry for always choosing her over you…but she’s my best friend, you know?”

I nodded. It actually felt good for her to admit this to me. We hadn’t discussed it since we were kids.

“But now, it seems like we can finally all hang out together again, just like we used to!” she said.

I guess she remembered our childhood a little differently.

“Stella…I know how me and Mia fight has always been a problem for you, and I’m sorry for that. But yeah, I think if she’s willing to…to keep a civil tongue, maybe we can start to hang out again, the three of us.” I said.