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Charles' bravado leads to creating a sex pile and breakfast
When Kevin woke up he was in Debby’s bed, alone. The night before he’d screwed her along with his best friend, and her boyfriend, Charles. They had both screwed her. And . . . if he remembered correctly, Charles had sucked his dick. Not a lot, but for a few seconds. At least, Kevin thought that’s what happened.

Kevin heard clinking in the kitchen, like someone was cooking. He lay there wondering how bad his head would hurt if he were vertical. He guessed it would hurt pretty badly. He thought about yelling for someone to bring him some aspirin but thought his head might split in two if he did. So he just lay there for a while.

Kevin knew Debby had to work at the bar today. He didn’t know if she’d left yet. He hoped so. Kevin could not understand Charles’ taste in women. Kevin thought Debby was all face.

Debby was pretty, so Kevin wasn’t opposed to having sex with her, though he thought it would be a bad idea to do it again. Debby liked his dick a little too much. Kevin didn’t think Charles liked how much Debby liked Kevin’s dick.

Kevin didn’t have to go to work until 11pm. Amy was working at Wallco and Kevin had no reason to go home, so he might fart around with Charles, until he had to take a nap before work.

Kevin groaned and rolled to the edge of the bed. The curtains were pulled in the bedroom so he could open his eyes just enough to find his jeans. At least, he thought they were his jeans. No underwear. Oh well.

Kevin stumbled into the living room to see Charles in jeans and a t-shirt at the stove frying bacon and eggs and Debby at the kitchen table wearing Kevin’s Rush t-shirt, smoking a cigarette and watching TV. The mystery of the missing t-shirt was solved.

“Hey lover!” Debby said when she saw Kevin. Charles looked over with no expression. Debby got up and was on her way to him . . . for a kiss? A hug? Kevin waved her away, rubbing his eyes and walked to the bathroom. Debby knocked on the door as Kevin attempted a hole in one with his pee stream. “We’re making breakfast . . . do you want anything?”

“Yeah, please,” said Kevin, “one of everything.” ‘We’ he thought. There was no way Debby lifted a finger to make breakfast.

His bladder relieved he rooted around in Debby’s filthy medicine cabinet for some form of pain relief. Nothing. He went into the kitchen and asked if there was something for his head. Debby chuckled and reached into a cabinet above the refrigerator. Kevin’s Rush t-shirt hiked up and exposed her bare bottom. Debby pulled down an enormous bottle of generic aspirin.

“How many?” she asked.

“Half,” Kevin said.

“You want half a tablet?” she asked.

“No,” Kevin said, “Half the bottle.”

Debby laughed but Charles just turned from the stove with a plate of bacon strips resting on a paper towel. Kevin didn’t know if Charles was pissed off about the activities, last night, because Charles always acted aloof. The actions of mere mortals didn’t affect him. It was how he acted, anyway. Kevin knew him better than anyone else.

Debby made a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon and started wolfing it down. Kevin sat down and Charles scooped bacon and eggs onto a plate and set it in front of him. Kevin said, “Thanks honey.” Debby snickered.

Charles sat down with a plate and slowly ate his food. Then, with an exaggerated gesture, looked at his wrist, where a watch might be, and said, “Don’t you have to be at the bar at noon?”

“Yeah,” she said, “I don’t give a fuck. They treat me like shit.”

“Ah yes,” Charles said. “That’ll show ‘em! Showing up late will teach them a lesson.” Charles gave Kevin a twisted grin and Debby threw a balled up paper towel at Charles.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower,” she said. Then she went behind Kevin, slipped her arms around his neck and hugged him from behind. She looked straight at Charles and said breathily into Kevin’s ear, “Wanna join me?”

“Honey,” Kevin said, looking straight at Charles, “Not in front of your boyfriend.” Kevin always went for the laugh even though he might be the only one laughing. He needed to restrain himself. He didn’t want to encourage her. “I want my shirt back,” Kevin said.

Debby flounced away and said, “You should spend the night more often.” Then she turned and whipped off Kevin’s shirt and threw it at him. She raised her arms and shook her little titties at him, then jiggled her way into the bathroom.

Kevin winced as Debby went to the bathroom to shower without showing Charles any affection. It seemed weird. As if she’d transferred her intimate allegiance to Kevin. He needed to disabuse her of that notion.

“You know I’m not trying to steal her,” Kevin said to Charles.

Charles looked at Kevin with his head cocked a little. “You have a funny way of showing it,” he said.

Kevin busted up laughing, which caused Charles to ‘checheche’. Charles laughed as if he were in church trying to stifle himself.

Charles enjoyed being ironic and plastering over awkward moments with cliched lines and though he was pretty sure Kevin had no interest in a romantic relationship with Debby, fucking her didn’t really drive that message home.

While Debby was in the shower Kevin and Charles spoke in hushed tones. Kevin thought Charles was reassured that he wasn’t trying to steal Debby, but Charles came across as aloof: that he wouldn’t care if Kevin were trying to steal her. That was Charles’ style. He was like a cat.

Then Debby bounced through the kitchen completely naked and shook herself off flinging water over Charles and Kevin who protested loudly. “I forgot to get a towel,” she said. She tip-toed to a laundry basket by the front door then bent over to root around for a towel. Kevin noticed her pubic hair was dark when it was wet.

“Good lord, woman!” Kevin exclaimed, “I can see your tonsils!” Still bending over Debby reached back and spread her butt cheeks. Kevin was getting a little aroused so he looked away and shook his head. “You should put a leash on that girl.”

Charles stretched his lips into something that looked like a smile and said nothing.
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