In the 69 Matt shoved his tongue way up inside me, which made me shudder, knowing that some of Chris’s cum was still there. I feverishly sucked on his cock, trying to get him to cum. After probably less than a minute he did cum, hard, spraying into my mouth as I swallowed what I could. What I couldn’t swallow leaked out the sides of my mouth and down his cock. I turned around and lay next to him and we both passed out.

The next day nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until in the early afternoon when I was walking to the store I ran into Chris. He smirked and asked me how my night was. I felt like I blushed, and softly said that I enjoyed it. Without a pause he replied, “Good”, and that I should come up to his apartment at 9 that evening. I started to say that Matt and I had plans, but he cut me off and repeated himself, adding that I should wear the shortest skirt I have, along with the tightest and thinnest t-shirt, with no bra and no panties. The look on my face obviously showed how that freaked me out, since what would I tell Matt, and Chris seemed to read my mind, saying that he doesn’t care what I tell Matt, just be there as instructed, and with that he walked off.

Shit, I thought, what am I going to tell Matt? I quickly figured I could just tell him I’m going out with a friend and then sneak back in and up to Chris’s. It seemed risky, especially being dressed like Chris wanted, but it was all I could think of. The rest of the day I could barely focus on anything, nervous and excited, knowing that it was probably going to be a repeat of the night before, getting fucked hard by Chris.

I did tell Matt that I was going to have to go out for drinks with a friend from work (who I knew he didn’t have a phone number for), who I said just broke up with her boyfriend, and needed consoling. Not a very sophisticated excuse, but it worked. I knew that Chris wouldn’t bother going out, but instead get drunk at home, his default activity.

I didn’t want to give Matt the opportunity to question my attire too much, so I didn’t get dressed till right before I had to leave, about 8:45. I’d gone to the gym in the late afternoon, and took a shower right before dressing. I dropped the towel on the bed, and while Matt was in the other room, well into his drinking, I picked out a dark red skirt that was much shorter than a normal miniskirt, and an old light green faded t-shirt, that was just what Chris wanted- thin from years of washing, but really tight and sexy, especially without a bra.