He was Hot, I was Not!

June's POV

"Damn that pisses me off," June thought watching Stan as he left. WTF, was he actually skipping??? Too weird, I thought dismissing the idea. I was hoping that I would finally get to spend some time alone with him this weekend and now he is going to ride back home with someone else leaving me here alone with MATT. Damn!

I had thought I was getting somewhere and then he had disappeared on me and met up with this "friend." I wonder if there really is a friend? Yeah, there has to be, he wouldn't ditch us and get stranded here with no way to get home. Okay, I wonder who this friend is? It had better not be some bitch...or any other girl for that matter! Not after all the hard work I've put in trying to get his attention. Who could it be anyway? Stan is a bit of a player, he hasn't settled down with just one girl, and when he does, that girl will be me! There is no doubt in my mind that it will be me. I can tell that he's interested, he would have to be a fool not to be. As for Matt, he comes in handy...gives me ready access to Stan, but Stan is definitely the grand prize. Matt isn't crazy, he knows that he can't keep a hot chick like me forever. As long as I keep doling out the sex he's pretty much oblivious to anything I do.

I had wanted Stan from the first moment Matt had introduced us, and I could see in his eyes that he wanted me too. I had finally got up the nerve to let him know this at Paris' birthday party, but I was drunk and screwed it up; Stan was totally turned off by my drunkenness. At first he had thought it was the alcohol talking when I told him that I wanted to fuck him when we were dancing together. But then he knew I was serious when I started rubbing my body up against him and trying to kiss him. He had practically thrown me off of him! But as drunk as I was, that wasn't enough to stop me. Matt had eventually saw what was going on and he and Stan had got in to it. It isn't like Matt was defending my honor or anything, more like he was being territorial and protecting what he thought was his. Matt knew that I was the one rubbing up against Stan trying to get his attention, but he blamed it on the liquor. Who cared anyway? Stan was going to be mine, and Matt would just have to deal with it.

"June," Matt called me from the car.

"Coming," I said thinking we were getting ready to go home.

When I got in the car I saw that Matt was playing with himself and he had a boner!

"Don't just sit there and stare like some dumb bimbo," Matt said breathlessly, "you know what I want. Hurry the fuck up!"

I removed his hand from around his swollen member and took over--wishing that I could bite the asshole. But not yet, not until he had served his purpose. Right now I would just have to pretend he was Stan.