Sorry Max

Guilt and Pleasure

"So, I'll be back at 5 this arvo, don't forget we have that hang out with Rhys tonight"

"I won't, have a good day at work and be safe driving"

"I will, love you baby"

"I love you too".

I leaned in and grabbed the back of his neck pulling him in for a peck on the lips.

I waited at the door to our apartment until I saw him vanish off around the 3rd floor, his eyes locked with mine until they became obstructed. The last thing he did was shine me a beautiful smile, the smile he reserved only for me.

I smiled the whole time watching him leave, but the moment I heard the door at the bottom of the apartments slam shut and the car pull out, I could feel my smile fade, replaced with an eager biting of my lip. Guilt and need began their usual tug of war at my body.

"No, I shouldn't do this" I argued with myself, the same way I always did "This is wrong, what about Max" again I would try in vain, although I knew the arguing with myself was merely to assuage my guilt, I was a cake eater, readily addicted. I already had the phone in my hand using my thumbs to type away. This was the usual routine between me and my boyfriend of 5 years, Max would leave for work after this, as he always did, and I would go back to bed and try to sleep until a decent hour, but in the last 3 weeks I had changed, we had changed. I would get on the phone and text our close friend Rhys, Max wouldn't admit it but Rhys was probably his only friend, or so he thinks. He probably wouldn't see him as his friend if he knew what Rhys had done, what he had been doing, what he had made me.

It was an accident, a stupid bet that I stubbornly agreed to and now we're here.

"I'll be over soon, what time does he finish" the text came back illuminating the screen of my phone and giving me that sick gut feeling or naughty anticipation.

"5 o'clock same as always" I confirmed, Max would let me know if there was a change of plans, his love and trust for me being used in turn against him. Already my breath was rigid, as it always was when I text him and I could feel that deep hole in my stomach, excitement and eagerness intertwined.

Max leaves for work at 5am and doesn't come back from work till 5pm and I unfortunately haven't been lucky in the ways of finding work after high school, so I had 12 hours alone, so did Rhys, as he worked remotely from his computer thanks to his father landing him a job at the same tech company. To be frank my efforts to find a job completely stopped 3 weeks ago, finding better...jobs, in the comfort of my own home.

I had text Rhys three weeks straight every day since the bet we had made, just like Rhys knew I would, whenever my boyfriend was at work, and when Max wasn't working or Rhys just needed some quick fun, I would go on a "run". Max would offer to join but I would always knock him back saying I needed "me time" I couldn't be honest and tell him "Me and Rhys time".

I had known Max for 11 years, we went to high school together and were friends since year 7; the first day of high school, I was scared and barely spoke, but he complimented me in front of everyone, he was so sweet and funny and always knew how to cheer me up, especially when he knew I was having a hard time with my parents or one of my boyfriends, I would occasionally sleep at his place just to get away from them, even though he had little and wasn't to popular he was always a hero for me and everyone else who needed him. My partners or parents both didn't like that I stayed over at his at the time and sometimes I wondered if I had put undue pressure on his dad, the parent he chose to live with, but he always told me I was his daughter in law to be.

After graduating high school, he asked me out, it was amazing, I had loved Max for God knows how many years, through countless relationships I harboured my feelings for him, and now we were together without the dramas of high school, or so I thought.

"Do you ever feel guilty?" I choked out quietly, as if the saying them would make me feel any better, my head laid in the crook of Rhys's arm watching as his chest inflated and compressed with every breath he took, his caramel skin slick with just the right amount of sweat for the absolute madness he had just committed on me.

"I want to... but no..." he replied kissing the top of my head softly, the same way Max would after we had made love, and I felt sick, but his words gave me flutters, then guilt, then flutters again; we should feel guilty, what we were doing was wrong to poor Max, to my partner, my best friend, my boyfriend, he went and worked hard all day... while Rhys and I "worked hard" all day.

Everything was fine until we met Rhys, we were out one evening for our anniversary of being a couple, 4 years together in collaboration with his birthday, we decided to go bowling but none of Max's "friends" showed up.

The Meeting:

"I tell you all the time your friends are shit!" I spat venomously, folding my arms petulantly so he knew I was cross. He was behind my chair, looking at the row of bowling balls to choose from.

"I know but I've known them since high school" he replied over his shoulder.

"Yeah, and every time they have something on or need you, you show up, but when it's an event for you there's always something else happening, you surround yourself with shit people" I finished in a mutter, pouting and looking away.

Max placed his hand under my chi and leant my head back so I was facing up to him.

Max was about 6.2ft and quite built, though it was more genetics than it was gym time and dieting. He had innocent blue eyes, the shallows of the ocean, he had a star belt of dusted barely visible freckles that you could only see close up. His hair was sandy blonde and scruffy and hung down toward his eyes. His smile could light up a room, but when you got to know him, you could see the sadness of all the miserable things that had bestowed on him twinkle behind the façade, daring to burst through. Max had lost his older brother when they were younger... his friends...well need I say more than the aforementioned. He grew up substantially poorer than most in our area and both his parents had split due to his brother's loss. I knew it still ate him up that he wasn't enough to keep them together and blamed himself, but through all this Max was a good and kind soul, caring and never wanting others to feel sad. He was a workhorse putting in hours and forgoing things like parties or outings to ensure in high school his dad wasn't struggling and once we finished that we lived well and didn't struggle to pay bills.

Myself stood just 5.6ft and had green eyes and dyed red hair, my natural being brunette, so my hair and eyebrows contrasted, I'd like to say I was decently proportioned with just the right amount of curves, I had decent C cup that always seemed to make Max happy however I was always very self-conscious of them due to bullying in high school.

"I don't surround myself with shit people...What about you?" he asked rhetorically, "you're the best thing that ever happened to me" he explained, placing his lips to mine and massaging my tongue with his.

We were getting so into it I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in tighter. Almost pulling him over the backrest of the couch I sat on.

"Whoa whoa whoa there you two, you know you can order food from the counter, right?" laughed a deep voice just to our left.

Me and Max unhooked lips and looked over to see a rather tall guy with a latte shade skin colour about our age, a little tanner than Max, his jaw was chiseled and muscular with high cheek bones. He had a nice dress shirt on and black jeans, two piercings in each ear, the left 2 golden rings and the right two very plain studs, and his right eyebrow had been shaved with 2 lines through it. He had a nice well managed beard that led to smooth curls and deep greenish-brown eyes that matched his complexion, his neck donned a tattoo either side, perpendicular to his collar bones, one was some sort of foreign character writing, the other, a dragon with a long-curved tail. Although his general outlook seemed rough, he had a very warm smile and his eyes were kind, albeit it intense.

"Excuse me?" I asked annoyed at his rudeness.

"Oh, I'm sorry I was just playing around, I was kind of eavesdropping" he gestured to the tables around him "My friends also had other plans, just so happen that those plans fall on my graduation ceremony day" he chuckled

Instantly I felt bad for my attitude "Well- "

"Well why don't we join up together?" interjected Max taking the words out of my mouth, he was always so kind and thoughtful of others. "Bowling is always better with more players"

"You don't mind? He asked pointing to one of the seats in our lane.

"Of course, not" welcomed Max.

Rhys joined us and when he stood up, he was about 6.3ft and built, he obviously hit the gym, and his shirt clung nicely to his body, not to tight but not loose and baggy either.

Max put his hand out and introduced himself and the two shook hands

"Rhys" introduced the guy

"This is my partner Sophia" he added pointing to me, and I smiled and waved

"Nice to make your acquaintance" I greeted.

I often wonder now, if Max knew exactly what he was inviting into our relationship that day. The BIG...problems that would follow.

We bowled all night; we had seven games and were on the final round of our eighth and truth to tell we were veryyyy buzzed.

Rhys and Max were tied with 3 wins and I had won only 1. They were very competitive. Dancing and mucking about each time either scored a strike as if they had been friends for years.

It was down to the last bowl and I was up first, bunkered it immediately, didn't matter though I was way too many points behind to make a comeback this late in the game.

Rhys was up next; his first bowl took out all but three pins. Two on the left and one on the right.

"Ah now you've done it" laughed Max at his predicament.

Rhys, scrunched his face up as if wondering how he would save this and get as many points as possible.

He picked up a light ball and threw it down the lane, it was so light it hit the two on the left ricocheted and whacked the last pin over.

Rhys threw both hands into the air over his head victorious "Yes!" he cried out in premature victory.

Max picked up a 13 it was heavy but that's what he needed. He took a breath and held the ball to his forehead; he breathed out slow and began a run up.

As Max was about to bowl, I looked over to Rhys who wasn't watching Max, but was looking at me, down toward my lap, it took me a second then I realised the angle I was sitting, he could see straight up my skirt. I starred for a while hoping he would look away but he just kept his gaze locked, then looked me in the eyes and smirked.

I couldn't believe this guy, I reshuffled my legs so my dress was more eloquent, I was about to say something when a thunderous yell echoed the bowling alley, Max stood fist pumping into the air, behind him all pins had been knocked over and the screen read strike!

Rhys stood up clapping and I followed suit, Max bowed over dramatically, "thank you, thank you, better luck next time peasants" he showboated in a witty King-like voice.

"All hail the lane King" bowed Rhys playing along, and I forgave him instantly for his wandering eyes, loving how much he and Max got on.

Rhys shuffled his wrist to check a very expensive watch that clung tight to his arm "Well guys, I better go" Rhys had advised "I got to go see my dad tomorrow out of state to get set up to start my new job... no rest for the wicked as they say" he explained, going straight from graduating to working for his pops. Rhys had to go to his dad's main office, only to be set up to work remotely and head back to our state.

"Let's do this again sometime" offered Max courteously

"Without a doubt!" cheered Rhys

"Bye Rhys lovely to meet you" I had added, innocently at the time; It wasn't til almost a year after our meeting I would know just how lovely that was going to be for me.

Then we seemed to see him almost every day, either out for drinks, or hiking together, he and Max were inseparable.

The bet:

Rhys poured me another wine, pinot noir 2013, after he had finished smoking some weed through his glass bong. He sat up on the couch, and I sat on the floor legs crossed; the table of our paraphernalia between us slightly askew to my right and his respective left.

We did this regularly; smoked together around 2pm while Max finished work and spoke openly about all sorts of things, past relationships, work, family drama, the topic had moved to sex tonight, a topic we always spoke openly about, it didn't bother me Rhys had become one of our closest friends and confidants and I felt comfortable for the most part discussing my intimate life with him. I had punched probably two cones and he was on two. I was still in my pyjamas and Rhys was in a set of tracksuits, best conversations are had when comfy and we had no plans to go anywhere.

"So have you had a threesome?" I asked.

"of course! Have you?"

"Once..."

"But you didn't like it" he tried finishing my sentence

"No, I did, a lot" I assured him "but just as I was about to get adventurous Max asked me out".

"Was it 2 boys or?" he pressed

"2 girls one guy" I confirmed casually

"Ah, so a proper threesome then" he laughed.

I hit him playfully on the arm.

"What about Max?"

"Max has always wanted to, it's probably his most wanted fantasy but I always told him no and that's not going to happen and he respects that, I don't like sharing"

"Damn Max must be great if you, you know gave up those sorts of adventures to be with him".

"He is, I love when we make love, but I -"

I stopped myself, why was I about to say that

Rhys looked intrigued suddenly "but what?"

I was flustered but Rhys kept pushing

"Come on, we're friends, what you don't trust me?"

"No, I do, I just don't want to make Max upset..."

"Oh, come on, he's my best friend, I probably already know what you're going to say anyway so spit it out"

I huffed finally "Fine, fine"

I took a breath and kinda rolled my eyes "Max has never made me you know..."

"Made you what?"

I did a face gesture without having to spell it out but Rhys just played dumb.

"You know, he's never made me... cum... before" I admitted, in a whisper as if someone else was in the earshot and were home alone "I've never been able to orgasm to be honest with you" I finished

"Wait so you've never had an orgasm?" he confirmed

"Well, no, I can if he eats me out or whatever, but I can't from having it in me"

"So, why do it?

"Because it feels good, I like the closeness and connection" I explained half-heartedly. truthfully, I had always wanted to know the difference between the orgasm I get and the orgasm I felt I was missing out on. I picked up the bong and packed a cone in it.

I continued "but it's okay I've read some girls just can't and I'm just one of those girls"

"Bullshit" Rhys argued suddenly.

"What?"

"Bullshit all chicks can cum, maybe Max just doesn't have what it takes" he poked, half playfully.

"I-" I went to get angry when he cut me off

"How big is Max?"

"I'm not answering that!" I asserted, in defence of max's honour.

Rhys laughed "Why? is it embarrassing?"

"No" I muffled kind of defeated "he's average".

"Oh yeah what's average?" he continued

"You know average, whatever the internet says"

"Show me with your hand" he pressed

"No" I argued "I'm done with this" I went to smoke the bong when he placed a hand over the mouth piece.

"Ah uh" he stated grabbing it from my grasp "No more for you, because you can't be honest" he teased

"You're not serious are you" I pouted annoyed.

"Yep, dead serious"

I couldn't even protest as it was his weed and his bong.

He placed his lips to mouth piece and went to pick up the lighter.

He held the lighter to the weed and looked up at me.

I stomped my feet "fine" I relented and placed my fingers maybe two to three inches apart.

"What about hard?"

I gave it another two inches

"No..." is all he said dragging it out

"And how thick?"

"I don't know" I lied

Rhys shrugged and placed his lips back on the bong

"Fine, fine, like, this" I explained imagining Max's cock in my hand and holding it how I would for a hand job.

"Dude, no wonder he hasn't given you an orgasm" Rhys howled, almost dropping the bong as he rolled around in laughter.

"Oh, that's average!" I challenged.

"Not for me" he assured cockily.

"Whatever!"

"Okay, okay, well how about this, if I'm bigger than him, I get to have this bong and you have to pack me another like a good girl, but if I'm about the same, you get to keep all my weed.

Something stirred deep in me when he called me "good girl" I both loved it and felt ashamed for liking it simultaneously.

Rhys stood up and begun undoing his fly.

I looked on the table, there was a good $50 worth of weed left and I was broke.

"How are we going to do this?" I quizzed.

"Obviously I'm gunna show you my cock" he explained looking down to his hand on his pants.

"What, no! I'm not gunna cheat on Max"

Rhys rolled his eyes "It's not cheating it's just a bet; you only have to see it... afraid to lose" he added in jeer

There was a silence in the room and without waiting for a response Rhys pulled his boxers and tracksuit pants over his cock with no hesitation, and I could see why.

I looked away at first, but I had caught a glimpse of it, my stomach dropped, I couldn't believe it I had never seen a cock that thick before, even the small glimpse had made my heart skip a beat and I felt uncomfortable in my panties almost instantly. My body betraying what I thought would be unbreakable loyalty to Max, as the panties soaked up the pre cum that drooled from my pussy almost instantaneously. Not that Rhys was ever unattractive, looking a lot like a beach boy, and looking after his body and pockets, he seemed to have it all, money, looks and a fat cock between his legs.

"Don't be a prude" he said invitingly, holding the base of it with his big hands, that still left a good 5 inches hanging there. I couldn't believe it, he was easily twice the size of my boyfriend; I couldn't help but want to feel how heavy it was, what it felt like to hold a cock that big.

"So, you gunna pack me that bong"

"I wish you would pack that thing into me" I thought, mentally biting my lip and the guilt instantly apparent. You could call me callous or a liar about my love for Max, but if you were in my shoes, happily buzzed with a friend you have been close with for a long time, only to have him pull out a cock you thought only belonged in bad pornos, your brain would be letting out unconscious thoughts of its own; believe me.

I wasn't shying away anymore; I couldn't believe how big it was.

I began packing the bong with grudging reluctance, but looked over at him every now and again. He was laid back on the couch with his pants just under his mammoth nuts, which also dwarfed Max's, in fact; so much that it made Max almost look like his hadn't dropped yet. He was shaking it back and forth and for a moment, I picture drooling over his massive balls like I would Max, but with much more enthusiasm and satisfaction, feeling my face flush red.

"So bigger than Max I guess?"

He wasn't even ashamed or nervous about having it out, he was proud and not in a rush to put it away.

"Much" I groaned, with a tinge of a moan, annoyed he had bested me and I wouldn't be taking home any weed. "here" I stated holding the bong out to him

He grabbed the bong and let his cock go, and it just moved its way to a comfortable position with a slap noise.

I hadn't realised it but I was biting my bottom lip and quickly stopped.