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GF told her bestie I was a cuck. They decided to team up on me at a friend’s party. [part 6]

“I’m just going to wait here.” I hit send, letting Kay know I was going to sit in the truck and wait for her and Alyssa. I figured she wouldn’t hear/feel her phone right away but if she went looking for me, she’d check it. In the meantime, I opened up YouTube to kill some time. I must have sat there flipping through shorts for a good 20 minutes before she messaged me back. “Okay, be right there.” I went back to flipping.

A few more minutes went by before I heard a playful scream in Kay’s voice. I looked over my should to see them walking toward me. “Put me down!” she said through laughter. Patrick had her over his shoulder. Alyssa was laughing too. She reached up and slapped Kay’s ass. “You bitch,” Kay joked with Alyssa, “I owe you one!” Patrick said, “Hang on, I got you!” He put Kay down, and grabbed Alyssa, spinning her around and standing up with her over his shoulder. She screamed playfully, and Kay reached out and slapped her ass really hard right as they walked up behind my truck.

Kay veered off and stopped behind my truck. “Right here,” she said. Patrick walked toward the tailgate with Alyssa still on his shoulder. “Should we put her back here?” he asked with a big grin on his face. Kay spoke up to save her friend. “No – wherever she goes, I go.” Patrick replied in an overly flirty tone, “ooOOoohh, I like the sound of that!” He laughed at himself. He reached across his body with his free arm and smacked Alyssa’s ass. Through laughter, she said, “Put me down now please!” With his free hand, Patrick opened my tailgate. “Maybe if you both say please…” he teased, looking over at Kay. Kay’s shoulders hunched in as she looked up at him and said, “Please?”

Patrick leaned forward and sat Alyssa down on the tailgate. As she sat up, she flipped her hair back, and he reached up and brushed the rest of it back for her with his hands. As I watched from inside the truck, I began to wonder…was I mistaken in thinking that Alyssa, Kay and I were leaving? He was now flirting with both of them, and there were no signs of him saying goodbye. I laid my phone down, watching more intently. I was getting uncomfortable, twisting to look behind me, so I adjusted myself in my seat so I could watch them. I’m not sure if Patrick knew I was sitting there watching, or if he would have even cared.

“So you go where she goes, huh?” Patrick asked Kay as he hopped up on the tailgate to sit next to Alyssa. “Tonight I do,” Kay replied. Kay turned around and hopped up as well, sitting on the other side of Patrick. “Does that also work the other way around?” Patrick asked, turned to look at Alyssa. She replied as she tilted her head and looked at him a little seductively, “I mean…it could.” Still looking at Alyssa, Patrick reached over with the arm on Kay’s side and grabbed Kay’s hand. He laid her hand on his thigh. “Could it?” he asked. Alyssa picked her hand up and laid it on Patrick’s other thigh and replied, “it sure could.” Kay slid her hand up until she could feel the tip of Patrick’s dick through his pants. She paused, as he turned and began to kiss her, she slid it all the way up the shaft and back down to the tip, pausing again briefly before sliding back down to his thigh.

Breaking their kiss, Patrick slowly turned and looked at Alyssa. Kay leaned forward, looking around him to see Alyssa, and the two of them look at each other and giggled a little bit. Alyssa moved her hand up. When she found the tip of his dick she stopped. “Damn, Patrick!” I heard her say. Kay replied, “I told you!” Patrick leaned over and kissed her for the first time, wrapping his hand around the base of her head, as she made a few passes rubbing up and down the length of his dick.

I couldn’t really see much of it, as they were facing away from me. I got most of the details later on, but seeing their hands moving, and hearing them talk, I know I zoned out several times during the whole thing. The daydream I’d had earlier about Patrick sliding into Kay for the first time, kept replaying in my head. As much as I couldn’t stand the guy, I started to realize, I was hoping he was coming home with us.

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