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Cassidy went rigid, then stomped over toward the couch and said, “I’m not into girls. I don’t…know what to do with you. I’m repulsed.”
“Really?” Harper made an unladylike snort sound. “You seemed really repulsed last week when I was masturbating. You were awake, Cass. I heard you.”
Cassidy slapped her. Dane and I both jerked back. Did not see any of this coming. Around a bite of burger, I said, “Hey!” But Harper had slapped her back before the sound was all the way out.
Dane said, “Pull her hair!” I looked at him like he was crazy. Then looked at them, and they were also looking at him like he was nuts. He shrugged and said, “What? You warming up or…what? Because this isn’t going to get you out of it. You leave here in an ambulance it’s the same as saying you quit because your task is to fuck, not fight, but if you need to fight to start fucking, then, by all means, shred each other’s clothes off.”
Sick. Twisted. I shook my head and watched their horrified expressions register he was serious. I picked up a fry and said, “So…you were saying—listening to each other masturbate? That a thing now?”
“I don’t have a roommate. Neither do you.” Dane looked over and shoved a couple fries in his mouth. He looked back at them and said, “Maybe you should start there then.”
“Okay.” Harper, seeing the opportunity to avoid making out with Cassidy right away was all about this change in plan. She probably thought if she could get us worked up, we would change our minds. Another day, sure. Initiation day, no. The goal, the rule for today, was that WE, as in the brothers in Sophomore House, would not be bringing these bunnies to orgasm. They got off on their own, lucky them. This was a reminder that in addition to actual chores, their additional duties involved relieving OUR stress, giving US pleasure. If we wanted a headache, we could go to our girlfriends for that. Those of us who had girlfriends anyway.
Dane and I did not. I had worse than a girlfriend situation brewing, but I was trying not to think about that. Right now, we had these two, and they were having a hard time adapting.
“Damn, Harper. You’re already wet. Was that from her slapping you or from us fucking your mouth like we owned you?” Dane asked, and Cassidy went wide-eyed and looked over at Harper.
Harper said, “Definitely not from her slapping me.”
They both had a pink handprint on their faces. It was bizarre days around here for damn sure. That was never more obvious than when Harper pulled the shirt covered in her snot and tears and Dane’s cum off and tossed it aside. She had pulled the shorts off first.
Cassidy puffed out a breath and said, “At least I have on sexy underwear. You just walk in this afternoon—”
“I was told not to put it back on, thank you. So go ahead and show off your leopard print panties you paid a hundred bucks for, and they don’t give a shit about.” Harper settled back on the couch and asked, “Where should I start? You telling me what to do here, or am I supposed to pretend you’re not there and just…handle this?”
Dane looked at me as I looked at him. That was our error. Harper said, “Figures. I got it.”
She closed her eyes and then moved her hands to her breasts.
“You are falling way behind over there, Cass. I mean, you have on all of your clothes still.” I had to look at Cassidy, or I would totally forget she was in this room with us.
At least until she said, “Well. I do have on all my clothes, and I like to keep some things on.”
She unbuttoned the top, let it slide down her arms, and then placed it on the arm of the couch. She was in a skirt, so she pulled it up to reveal the panties that matched the bra that matched the shoes. She took a seat on that huge couch, and unlike Harper, who was closed eyes, tuned out, and taking no time at all to slide her fingers lower, Cassidy took her time lifting up and sliding those panties off. Slowly, she pulled them down those legs, and then once at the tip of one of her shoes, she kicked it over toward us.
Okay, she was giving a good show. I could admit that much. She slowly parted her thighs and revealed what I already knew was a waxed, not shaved pussy. Using the skirt, she hid it, revealed it, and then asked, “Do you want me to touch it?”
Her bra straps were hanging off her shoulders, one breast pushed up over one of the cups. She looked ready to be fucked or like someone just left her there mid-foreplay. Harper gasped. She was closed off from the reality of this whole thing, almost there if the uptick in that hand action held any indication.
Dane knew it. He knew better how to play these games because he lacked some of the actual care and concern I seemed to still possess. He said, “I want her to touch it. I want you to touch her. You’ve both just tried to sidestep the order, but it’s a request and one you cannot deny without walking out of here and leaving your ears behind. No means no to being a bunny. Decide.”
He leaned back in that seat and waited. Dane and I were separated by this desk between us. He was in one of the larger sitting chairs but had turned it to face them. We used the desktop for our meal table. I was in the swivel chair behind the desk but also swiveled to face these two. Harper said, “So close.”
Cassidy twitched. It was like a switch turning on in my head. Cassidy liked to hear it all. Probably liked to see it, too. She just wasn’t as free as Harper, but Harper had her eyes closed. I said, “Touch her, Cass. Show us you can be a really bad little bunny when we need you to be.”
Harper let out a decent sound of pleasure as she tipped over that peak without any assistance from any of us. It was something to see, though. Her body over there writhing against nothing but her own hand. As she came down from that little cloud she was just on, her eyes opened. She blinked a few times, and then, with those endorphins rolling through her, she looked over at Cassidy and said, “I fucking hate you, Cassidy. I have for the last four years of my life.”
I felt my eyes go wide with the shock that followed since after she made that statement, she leaned closer to Cass and then kissed her. Cassidy realized this put Harper in the position of following through with our request. Left her being the reluctant one. Neither of them got what they wanted, which was for us to change the plan and fuck them. My phone pinged with the distinct tone that it was from Dane. I looked at it and nodded.
Dane: We cannot. No matter what. They have to learn.
This little scene before us was about to get interesting. I knew that the moment Cassidy reached up and fisted Harper’s hair. Harper bit Cassidy’s lower lip, and Cass winced. Things got moving rather quickly on that couch, and a lot of teeth-baring was taking place.
Cassidy said as she pinched Harper’s nipple, “You’re bad for everyone around you, Harper.”
Harper sucked in a sharp breath. “Am I? Because you seemed to think I was good enough to fill the friend void. No one liked you, Cassidy. You were fake before you even became aware of it.”
Cass made a humming sound as Harper returned that nipple tweak. It should not have been turning me on, but it was even if I was shocked at how they were handling each other. Hands down to more intimate territory, Harper puffed out a sound and said, “Of course, you’re waxed. Did your daddy pay for that too? Make it just like your mom’s for him?”
