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“What are you— No, no fucking way! I’m not watching one of his videos!”

“Why not? It might help!”

“How would it help?” I fire back.

“What if he’s a terrible lover?”

“I highly doubt that,” I chuckle. “There’s a reason women come running back to him.”

“You’re telling me you’re not the slightest bit curious?”

When Theo told me about his side gig back in late 2012, part of me didn’t understand, but I wanted to support him. He was always with me in high school. He never dated anyone after we became friends, and I thought that was my fault. Theo spent all his free time with me, leaving no time for himself. So, when he went to college, I thought it was his way of discovering himself. And after all he did for me, who was I to question it?

I wasn’t curious until one of his partners was hanging out with us and some of his other friends. She was all over him, and it curdled my stomach. She made a comment about him being the best she’d ever been with, and while it was offhanded, it felt like a slap in the face. At that point, I was frustrated because I couldn’t finish with the guy I was seeing, and there she was, having orgasms left and right.

“I wish I wasn’t,” I admit.

“Well then, what are we waiting for?”

I take the bottle from her hands and finish the rest of it as she gets settled. She reclines with her back against the pillows, and I sit next to her as she pulls up justthecam.com.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I grumble as she makes a fake account.

“This is going to be great.” She cackles.

I side-eye her. She seems way too giddy about all this.

“Do you know what his handle is?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s just his name,” I tell her, and she types it into the search bar.

“That was too easy.” She’s smug as she flashes me her screen.

When I see the thumbnail, I cover my eyes. In the image, he’s holding his cock mid-stroke. His abs are firm, and his headis thrown back. I peek through my fingers, and the initial shock fades away, curiosity taking its place.

“Damn, he’s well endowed,” Mia murmurs.

“I figured that out this morning,” I say without thinking, and she chokes.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” She presses play on a older video, and I groan when I recognize her.

Amanda embodies “traditional” beauty with her slim figure, D-cup breasts, blue eyes, and full lips.

I shift closer to Mia when they start kissing. We’re huddled on my bed like teenagers watching something we shouldn’t be. My cheeks are beyond flushed as they kiss and inch toward the bed.

In one swift motion, Theo removes her lacy bra and tosses it to the floor. She reaches for his boxers and tugs them off, and they fall to the carpet.

Before she can wrap her hand around his length, he chuckles, grabs her throat, and forces her to look into his eyes. “Did I say you could touch me?” he growls, and with a whimper, she shakes her head. “Get on the bed.”

Obeying his command, she scurries onto the mattress and faces him on her hands and knees, waiting for his next order.

“Arch that back,” he tells her while taking a fistful of her hair.

She settles on her stomach, lifts her ass in the air, and hums when his cock grazes her lips.

He pushes himself inside her mouth without warning, and my shoulders tense.

A ball of envy sits low in my stomach as I watch him like this. It didn’t seem like a good idea to begin with, and now I’m certain it wasn’t because I wish that was me. I want to be the one to elicit those reactions from him. I want to make him moan and shudder in pleasure, but that’s not stifling the curious side of my brain because I can’t tear my eyes away.

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