He fucked my girl

Surprisingly, being watched by Ricky turned me on, so I didn’t stop or tell him to look away. Instead, I unbuttoned Jen’s blouse so he had a clear view of her lacy bra. Right around then Jen remembered that Ricky was in the room, and I felt her body tense. Maybe it was the beer and pot talking, but I whispered “Let’s give Ricky a show.”

Jen’s eyes grew wide. “Are you serious?”

I nodded. Ricky heard us whispering, and must have thought we were trying to figure out how to get rid of him, because he said, “I guess I’ll hit the sack outside.”

Again, maybe it was the beer and pot talking, but I said “Hey buddy, don’t leave on our account.” I started kissing Jen again, and she didn’t stop me when I pulled off her blouse. I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, then pulled it off her arms and tossed it on the floor, leaving Jen topless before Ricky’s eyes.

Jen pressed her palms on her skirt when I tried pushing it up, stopping me momentarily, but I moved her hands and pushed it up around her waist. I quickly pulled off her panties (it joined her bra on the floor), then moved in between her legs. Jen was embarrassed being topless with her skirt around her waist, and me between her spread legs, so she covered her eyes with her arm. But that didn’t stop her from moaning when I licked between her folds and flicked my tongue across her clit.