My Girlfriend Forgot My Birthday

terriblyeasy - 11/09/2024

To say I was hella pissed was an understatement. Forgetting my birthday would be one thing. But she didn’t forget. Heather wished me happy birthday this morning before she left for work. It was nice, came with a kiss, her tongue in mine, my hands rubbing her butt through her short shorts. She’d had to go, but memories of the kiss — her sexy brunette curls and wireframed glasses and cute dimples — had gotten me through the day, a promise of what was supposed to come tonight. But I opened my phone again, stared at the text message again, got pissed all over again. “Sorry, Leo,” it said, “I forgot I made dinner plans at Geronimo’s with Livvie. I’ll be back late. Don’t wait up.” What. The. Actual. Fuck. Livvie wasn’t even that good a friend of Heather’s. And Geronimo’s was my favorite restaurant. My shift ended, and my co-workers could tell I was in a foul mood. They were steering clear of me, giving me distance. I was fine with that. I sat down in my car, considered driving to a pub. Except I don’t drink. Considered calling up an ex. Except I don’t cheat. Fuck. So I picked up some tacos from the drive-thru and headed home, a sad evening of X-box awaiting me, just like my last crappy birthday, before I’d met Heather. And this relationship had had such promise. I arrived home, a little townhouse on the edge of the city limits. Heather had only moved in with me a couple weeks ago, and her car was in our one parking spot, so I had to park on the street. We still hadn’t agreed on that. I stomped up the stairs to our second-story flat and opened the front door, ready to give her a piece of my mind, but the living room was dark, deserted. I glared around the room, as if she would be hiding behind the couch, under the coffee table. Ridiculous, I know, but I wasn’t thinking quite right. That’s why I plopped down on the couch, thinking Livvie must’ve driven them, without even having thought of checking the bedroom. “Leo? Is that you?” her voice rang out. “Heather?” “Yeah,” she called back, echoing from around the corner, “Livvie’s here with me. We’re just about done getting ready. We’ll be out of your hair in a minute, give you a nice quiet birthday so you can play the new game I got you.” I frowned. “The new… what?” “Check your Xbox.” I turned the TV on, the Xbox. And there it was. So… maybe my anger subsided a little. “Uhh… thanks, babe.” I clicked to start the game. A minute later, I heard shuffling behind me. “Hey, Leo,” Livvie said quietly. She was mousy, petite, always dressed frumpy. I grunted, “Hey,” not looking away from the screen. “Leo, babe,” Heather said, taking the spot next to me on the couch, “Can you pause a second? I want to say goodbye before we take off.” I sighed, stopping the game, turned to look at her. And then I frowned. “You’re… going out like that?” “Like what?” she said innocently. “Like…” I gestured at her, at the low-cut black lace dress she was wearing, at the patch of fishnet between her breasts, showing a mile of cleavage, at the hemline so high her panties were nearly visible when she sat down. My frown deepened. “Where’s your underwear?” Her innocence broke, subsumed by a mischievous grin. Livvie had taken a seat on the couch behind her, the normally-frumpy girl barely recognizable in a slender silk camisole. She regarded us coolly, her straight brown hair trimmed neatly, covering only halfway down her neck. “What’s going on?” I said. I was quite dumb. “Just wanted to wish you happy birthday,” Heather said, leaning into my arms, pressing her lips to mine. As her tongue danced inside my mouth, she pushed me back into the couch’s cushions, throwing her leg over me, straddling me. Her lips were soft and strong and sweet, and as she grinded her hips into me, I reached up to grab her ass. But I stopped myself, flailing my arms around awkward, reminding myself we had an audience, not wanting to embarrass Livvie. “Are you having a good birthday, Leo?” Heather purred. Was I? I was still frustrated that she was taking her friend to dinner, wasn’t I? But this was… “I, uh, I guess.” “Mmmm,” she smiled, pushing up onto her knees. Her tits were level with my face as she took my head in her hands and pushed me down into them. “Why don’t you suck on them?” I cast an awkward glance over at Livvie, saw her watching. She crossed one leg over the other, turning halfway toward us. But then Heather’s dress was slipping down, her nipple in my lips, and what else was I supposed to do? So I sucked on it. Heather moaned contentedly, arching her back. She reached behind her, grabbed at the crotch of my jeans. “Heather!” I hissed. “What?” “Your friend’s here!” Heather smiled. “She won’t mind. Will you, Livvie?” “I will not,” the mousy girl said, dark eyes watching me. “Uhh…” “You heard her,” Heather said, sliding down me, kneeling on the ground between my feet. “She wants me to celebrate my boyfriend’s birthday.” She tugged on my belt, unclasping my fly. I had a hard time making words, glancing back and forth between the girl. “I… uh…” Livvie scooted closer. “Am I making you uncomfortable, Leo?” “What…? I guess not?” Heather had tugged my pants down, had freed my cock. I had a nervous chub, halfway stiff. And as Heather pulled my jeans over my feet, I was still catching up with what was happening. I gasped as her lips wrapped around my shaft. Heather’s tongue was slick velvet, and I shuddered in pleasure as she sucked me hard. But my gaze was on Livvie, still expecting her to be pissed, to be offended. Instead, she twisted herself in a sexy little curve — something I had no idea she was capable of — and said, “Heather told me I could even join in. If you wanted me to, that is.” “Join… in…” I echoed, my balls recoiling as they sprung free from Heather’s lips. “I, um…” Livvie took my hand, which up till that point had been laying clumsily between us, and placed it over her slender breast. “You can play with me while you decide.” I squeezed her tit, it was just automatic. As was my thumb brushing her nipple through her shirt. She watched as I fondled, arms at her sides, neutral expression on her face. As Heather’s slobber slicked my shaft, I switched breasts, playing with Livvie’s other tit just to be fair. I gave Heather a guilty glance. She had nothing for me but a smile. A smile and a blowjob, I mean. I petted the side of her head, watching her cute face bob on my shaft, watching my cock slide up into her mouth over and over again. Fuck, if that weren’t fantastic. But, Livvie… I brought my hand down the petite girl’s side, sliding along the silk fabric past her ribs, over her belly. Her legs were curled up beneath her, her ass on her feet, and I stroked her knee, teased up her thigh. She just watched me. So I pushed my hand in, cupped her sex. Under the camisole I found no panties, just dripping wet pussy. I thumbed her swollen clit, rubbing it gently. Just slightly, her breath caught, her chest heaved. “What do you think,” Heather said, taking a moment to swallow, stroking my cock with fist, “Birthday going better now?” “Uh-huh, yeah,” I nodded quickly, “I can just–” I pointed at Livvie. Heather giggled. Livvie said, “What are you asking?” That’s how I ended up with both girls at my feet, my balls in Livvie’s mouth while my cock was in Heather’s. The sucked in unison, smirking at each other. Then they swapped, and I nearly lost myself. The bliss was double. No, more than double. It was– it was phenomenal, my cock had never felt anything like it. Tongues and fingers on my glans, on my balls, on my thighs, on my shaft. I looked back and forth between the two girls — they were both watching me, both devoted to my pleasure. My cock had never been harder. I knew orgasm wasn’t far away, but I gritted my teeth, held on for dear life, wanted this to last forever. And I might’ve, until, when Livvie’s lips were wrapped around my shaft, Heather guided her friend down farther and farther until her nose was against my hips, my cock down her throat. “Oh fuck,” I grunted, “Oh fuck…” Livvie choked, pulled off, only for Heather to take her place. She winked at me. “Oh fuck!” My legs scrambled wildly on the floor. “I’m gonna cum…” The girls pulled back, hands on my cock, on my balls. They pumped and squeezed and stroked until I was cumming, rope blasting from my cock, spunk dribbling down my shaft. Another fountain burst from me, a load as thick as the first, and then another. Livvie licked her hand clean. Heather giggled, swirling her fingers through my seed. And then I passed out. Later that night, after I’d woken and pulled my pants back on and played my game and Heather had come back home and we’d cuddled in bed and I fucked her proper, face to face, she said to me, “You know, earlier, it was Livvie’s idea.” “She barely knows me,” I said. “Yeah, but she felt dumb stealing me away on your birthday. Said I should make it up to you with a blowjob. Guys always love blowjobs.” I raised an eyebrow. “I said, that’d be awkward, her just waiting around while I blew you. She said she didn’t mind, she liked watching. I was like, you’re fucking kidding. She said, no, that wouldn’t it be sexy if she even helped out. I didn’t think she actually would.” “But, she did.” Heather giggled. “Yes, she did. And aren’t you a lucky boy.” She kissed me.