Making It Right

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Disclaimer:

This story is the sequel to "Not His Brother". You will enjoy it more if you read that one first.

This is a story about cheating with little to no impact on those who cheat. This isn't the real world, and consequences don't really happen in my fantasy world. You're invited in, but if these stories make you angry, please move on and find the ones that have what you want instead.

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Fred had now been seeing Jo for two years and finally Dave had met Beatrice -- 'Bea' to her friends.

Bea was newly out of university and a country girl more than a city girl. Her parents weren't keen on her living in London but they trusted her flatmates to keep an eye on her and, in any case, she was also a very sensible girl. She wore her hair tied back in a ponytail, a shade darker than Jo's, and it made her look younger than she was.

She met Dave through a common friend and found him charming. He was the first boy she wanted to kiss almost as soon as he took her hand.

He was also her first serious boyfriend. She needed to take things slowly and Dave was happy to do so. Initially because he had other friends with benefits to take care of his needs, but then because he actually fell in love with her. He would go at her pace.

She had let Dave go under her bra and she had squeezed his dick through his trousers as they kissed. She had narrow hips and small pert boobs topped with small nipples that somehow grew hugely when she got excited. Normally her bra covered them up so this was new to Dave.

They had their first double date with Jo and Fred. They all got on really well. Fred found her innocence captivating and Jo was glad to have an ally. Bea picked up on the hesitancy between Dave and Jo, but said nothing at the time.

They were kissing on Dave's sofa when Bea pulled back and said, "Please don't hate me, but you need to know my bad and my good. You know Brad was the first boy I kissed? I also kissed his best friend at that same party. I was stupid and betrayed him. That betrayal ended up killing our relationship."

She paused then added, "I feel awful that I did it, and I know you will think less of me, but I want us to be open and honest from the start."

Dave leaned forward and kissed her chastely on the lips, "You have nothing to worry about. I don't think less of you at all. We all make mistakes as we grow up."

She looked at him expectantly and he continued, "You know how little brothers are? Well I always wanted what Fred had. Just after he started dating Jo, I kissed her when he wasn't home. It wasn't like a kiss hello. It was a full on sexual kiss with tongues."

She smiled and said, "That's just like mine. Did she encourage you?"

"Not really no, but she also didn't stop me. I had my hands on her breasts when I kissed her too. Not under her shirt or anything but I could feel her hard nipples."

She looked worried. She paused then added, "Brad's friend put his hand over my right breast when he kissed me. Over the shirt, not under, so that doesn't count -- right? Fred must have been livid with you."

"Well, he probably would be if he knew. I have never told him. Jo doesn't really speak to me anymore as you probably noticed at dinner, but I am pretty sure she hasn't either."

Bea sat there thinking then said, "We have to find a way to make it right. It will destroy your relationship with Fred if he finds out and we haven't made it right, Dave."

He leaned in and kissed her. She pushed her tongue into his mouth as they kissed and when he put his hand up her shirt, her nipples were already rock hard. She started squeezing her legs together when he pulled at her now inch long nipples. After a few minutes, she pulled back and said suddenly, "I think you should take me home, Dave. I am getting too excited and we are going too quickly."

He took her home and the following morning, Bea arranged to meet Jo for a drink after work.

At drinks, they chatted easily. After her second glass of white wine, Bea said, "Dave told me what happened between you and him when Fred wasn't there that time. I want your help to make it right. I am worried that they will fall out forever if we don't."

Jo put on her best poker face as her stomach knotted, "What exactly did he say, Bea?"

"He said that he French kissed you and touched your boobs over your clothes. Is that true?"

Jo felt relief and said, "Exactly what happened. I don't know what I was thinking kissing my man's little brother! The thing is, the only thing that makes it right is if you kiss Fred I guess?"

Bea went quiet, processing what Jo had said. Finally, "I mean how would we even go about setting that up, Jo?"

"We leave Dave out of it for now. I need to tell Fred what Dave and I did. I will also tell him that you want to make things right by letting him do that with you. Even things up, as it were."

Bea sighed with relief, "I was so worried that Fred might push things further if I kissed him. I have barely done more than that with anyone. This works. I am sure he won't push things with you there. Dave is out this evening. Shall I come over to yours and Fred's flat?"

Jo said, "Sure. We are staying in tonight. Come at eight. Text me when you are outside the door. I will tell him first and then let you in. I do feel a bit scared of how angry he is going to be with Dave and me!"

Jo's phone vibrated at exactly eight o'clock and she turned to Fred, "Darling, I love you more than anyone I have ever been with. I know you know that. I need to tell you something that will make you hurt and angry but secrets are no good in a relationship. Just after you and I started dating, I kissed Dave. Properly. With tongues. He put his hand on my boob and I didn't stop him." She started to cry quietly as she saw the coldness in his face.

"That little fucker. He always tried to steal from me. Fucking fucker!"

Jo took his hand and said, "Bea knows. She says she wants to make it right. She is outside that door and will come in if you want her to."

She could see Fred clenching his fists until they turned white. After a minute he relaxed his hands and said, "Let's not be rude, Jo. Invite her in."

Bea walked in, "Fred. I am so sorry that Dave took advantage of Jo."

Fred stood there silently. Bea walked up to him and turned his face towards hers, kissing him on the lips with her mouth closed. Jo noticed him staring into Bea's eyes as he leaned forward and kissed her. She opened her mouth to let his tongue in and they duelled for a minute before he pulled back.

From behind them Jo whispered, "We kissed for longer than that."

Bea flinched at Jo's words but still leaned forward and kissed him once again. She grabbed his hand and put it against her breast. He could feel her nipple through the shirt. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her and her breathing deepened.

Finally, they pulled back. Bea briefly looked down at his crotch, then said quietly, "I should go."

When the door clicked shut behind her, Fred turned to Jo. He pulled her summer dress over her head and kissed her. She had taken her bra off when she got home and his hands pulled and twisted at her nipples as they kissed.

He pulled his trousers down and pushed her to her knees. When she started to suck him, he put his hands on her head and pulled her forwards. She took him deep, touching her nose to his pubes and he held her there for a long time. She hit his legs hard, before he released her and she sat back gasping but then pulled him in again. After two more times, he held her there as he came down her throat, then pulled off and walked into the bedroom. He lay facing away from her side and ignored her when she wished him goodnight.

In the morning, he put his fingers to her lips when she started to apologise once again and said, "It's okay. I will find a way to torture the fucking fucker later."

Jo and Bea met for a coffee later that morning. Bea was relieved until she saw Jo's face, "Oh fuck. Did he hurt you, Jo?"

"Not physically but mentally I feel awful. The thing is, I know that Dave didn't tell you everything. We did more than that. I thought if you kissed Fred, it would all be ok, but now I feel I have been even more dishonest. You are already doing the most you have with a man. I know that I cannot ask you for any more."

Bea's anger flared, "What hasn't he told me, Jo?"

"When he kissed me the second time, I was wearing just a night shirt. He dropped his trousers before he hugged me and his cock was against me... down there."

"You pushed him away, right?"

"I did the first time. He came back the next night. I wish I had pushed him away again but I was so frustrated after Fred came home drunk, that I decided to use his cock like a dildo to get myself off. It worked and I came but then he came right on my pussy. When I wiped it off, I let him see me licking my fingers clean."

Bea stood and said, "I need to go think what we do now."

As she sat on the bus, she noticed the man opposite staring at her. Her nipples were fully erect and pushing up in her shirt.

Dave called her the next day. He couldn't reach Fred and wanted to know if she had made it right yet. She replied truthfully that she hadn't yet, but left out that she had started the process. She avoided seeing him the next day.

The following night, she knocked on the flat door. Fred was home alone, "Hi Bea. Jo is out with her work mates tonight. I can tell her you popped by."

She walked past him into the room, "It's you I needed to see, Fred. Dave lied to me. He did more than kiss Jo and tweak her boob. I want to make it right, but I don't know how. Dave's hand has been under my shirt but that's as far as I have ever gone with anyone."

His voice was like steel, "What the fuck did they do, Bea?"

"She had on her night dress. Was going to bed, I guess. He dropped his trousers and hugged her. His cock went under her skirt and it touched her. She pushed him away the first time."

"They fucking did this more than once?"

"Apparently. She was frustrated that you came home drunk the night before, so she let him rub against her. She came and then he came on her down there. I want to make it right. I just don't know how."

Fred spelled it out, "You are a virgin. Aren't you?"

She nodded.

"I won't take that from you. But we do need to do more than a little kissing and titty groping, I think. Take off your dress."

She nodded and pulled her dress over her head. She was in a sports bra and white cotton knickers.

"Now come here and hug me," he said as he dropped his trousers.

She kissed him as his cock rubbed against her, over her knickers, then pushed him away saying, "That's what Jo did the first time, I think."

He pulled her back in for the second hug and this time used his hand to press his cock against her pussy, pushing her knickers slightly into her. This was way more than Bea had experienced. Just as she felt an orgasm building, he grunted and she felt hot warm cum shoot onto her knickers, soaking them. He staggered back. She pulled the cum-soaked knickers out of her slit then scooped some off them onto her fingers. She put her fingers into her mouth, "Ugh. Salty!"

She pulled her dress back on and said, "I will let Jo know what we just did." On an impulse, she kissed his cheek then walked out. It occurred to him that Bea probably wasn't on the pill.

They met at the usual coffee place the next day. Bea grimaced and said, "Did Fred tell you that I made it right?"

Jo was angry that she wasn't there to witness it, "He told me that he came on your knickers and that you hated the taste of his cum. I should have been there, Bea. Anyway, there is a third time I haven't told you about yet."

Bea wasn't happy either. She stared at Jo, waiting for her to continue.

"Fred went to bed ill. Once I checked he was okay, I went back to the lounge. Dave was naked and asked for a hug. For a joke I kneeled down and planted a soft kiss on the end of his cock. I didn't expect it to turn me on as much as it did. When he pulled me closer to hug me, he tried to put his cock inside my pussy and I stopped him, but I let him keep rubbing on me with it at my opening. I came and when he did a lot of his cum went up inside my pussy. I did not fuck him though and I got my period two days later. I was stupid but I got away with the risk. You want to make it right? We have to figure out how."

Jo stood and walked out, leaving Bea alone with her coffee. At some point she would need to see Dave. For now, she just kept telling him that she needed space to cope with things.

They met the next morning. Jo was brief. Come at eight tonight. Wear a mini skirt and the sexiest knickers you can get. Fred will decide if he goes over or under your knickers. I will watch and try to protect your virginity.

She knocked at eight. Fred was expecting her. Jo said, "He knows about it. It's time to make it right."

Bea stepped forward and he kissed her. His hand went under her shirt. That wasn't part of the deal but she didn't stop him. Nor did Jo. Bea's nipples were hard and her breathing was deep. He twisted and pulled at them as they kissed.

He dropped his trousers and lifted her skirt. He spotted her black lace knickers and said, "Nice."

He started rubbing his cock against her pussy as he continued kissing her. After a while he reached down and pulled the knickers to one side, "Too much friction. Don't worry. No fucking and I am not coming inside you."

His cock slid between her now very wet inner pussy lips and grazed her clit. She jumped but said nothing. He kept stroking his cock up and down through her lips. Jo reached across and pushed Bea's top up to tweak her nipples -- so different to her own. When Bea started to come, she reached down and held his cock against her clit, while her other hand was on her nipple, "Oh yes, that feels so, oh my, I have never. Oh yes! Yes! Argh, yes!"

He couldn't hold back and Bea was still pressing him against her clit as he started to spurt. Most of it shot between her legs but some went inside her and her pussy lips were covered in his cum. He pulled back and slid her knickers back across. "Leave them there. Walk home and get some Plan B."

She walked out. She didn't shower when she got home. She lay naked on her bed, scooped some cum off her pussy and onto her nipples as she pulled them and then rubbed her clit, using his cum as lube. She came. Tasted her fingers. She still didn't like the taste.

In the morning, she woke up with his cum crusted on her nipples and on her pubes as her phone pinged. Jo: "Make sure you get the Plan-B."

She sent a thumbs up then wrote a text to Dave. "Jo told me what you and she did. I made it right. I just hope I'm not pregnant. That had better be everything, Dave. I'm not doing more. And I'm not sure we continue at all."

After that text, Bea ignored Dave for two weeks. She stayed away from Jo and Fred as well. Finally, she sent Dave a text: "Let's have a drink together tonight."

His reply agreeing came in seconds. In the bar she said softly, "I came to see if I still want you." She took his hand and they chatted about work and their friends. When he tried to ask about Fred, she shut him down, "I am never talking about what happened, Dave. It is behind us now."

When they left the bar, she went with him to his apartment. They kissed as she walked in the door. She pulled off her dress and pointed to her cotton knickers, "These stay on."

When he bent down and licked her nipples for the first time, she squirmed, pushing her legs together. He dropped his trousers and before she could stop it she said quietly, "Smaller than Fred then."

He heard and it stung but he didn't let her see his pain. She wanked his cock as he kissed her until he came and she directed his cum onto the floor. She touched her fingers to her tongue and said, "Nope. Still a horrible taste," then went into the kitchen and rinsed off her hands. She came back in, pulled her dress on and said, "I would like to go home now, Dave."

They met for a drink the following night. After just one glass of wine, Bea said, "Let's go to your apartment, Dave."

She pulled his trousers down as they walked in and kissed the end of his cock, then stood and they walked into his bedroom. She took off her bra and knickers and said, "I am still not ready to lose my virginity, but I want you to make me come."

Dave put his head between her legs. He had never seen her pussy before. Her outer lips were already parted and her inner lips were getting wet. He licked from bottom to top and she shivered as he grazed her clit. After five minutes she still hadn't come and she pushed his head away, "Let me do you."

He lay on his back and she took him into her mouth, sucking on the tip and she used her hand to wank him. When he started to come, she pulled away and wanked his cum onto his chest.

She lay next to him, rubbing his cum on her nipples absent-mindedly, then stopped when she saw him looking. After a while, he started to snore. She couldn't help herself. She picked up his phone and unlocked it with his sleeping face. She looked in his deleted messages folder and there it was: Jo: "That was so fucking wrong, Dave. I had a blindfold on when your cock was inside me. I thought you were Fred. Stay away from us!"

She locked his phone and put it back on the bedside table. She noticed there was a key labelled 'Fred' on his bedside table. She put it in her purse. She hid her rage completely and shook him awake gently, saying, "Take me home please, Dave."

At home, she lay on her bed thinking about her options until she saw it was getting light. She still needed to make things right and she was beginning to see how to do that. At 7am she texted Jo: "I know we are not even. I also know that it wasn't your fault and I don't want to burn your relationship with Fred. I will see you in the coffee shop at midday."

At midday, Jo walked in looking worried. "I have tried so hard to forget that happened, Bea. I almost convinced myself it was just a wet dream. I am so disgusted with myself for my reaction too." She confessed what happened including how she came as his cock spurted his spunk into her. She had never done the surprise for Fred. She couldn't after that.

They agreed a plan.

That night, once Fred fell asleep, Jo texted Bea. She was there five minutes later and let herself in with the key. Jo met her in the hallway. Bea stripped naked in the lounge and then walked into the bedroom. Jo stayed in the doorway, watching.

Bea woke him by taking his cock into her mouth. His hands found her head, but she resisted when he tried to go deeper. His eyes opened and he pulled back, "Bea. What the fuck are you doing?"

She took his cock in her hand and licked it saying, "Dave took something that should have been yours. I want to give you something that should have been his."

He looked at the doorway and saw Jo nodding sadly.

Bea lay on her back and said, "Would you lick me first please, Fred?"

Fred didn't hesitate. He kissed up and down her outer labia, then used his tongue to part her inner lips, pushing it gently inside. He switched to flat tongue pressure, making her squirm every time he grazed her clit. He used his fingers to pull her apart so that his tongue could go deeper, then went back to flicking her clit. That sent her over, "Oh fuck, Fred, you are too fucking good. Oh wow! Wow! Wow! That feels amazing! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes. Yes."

He reached for a condom in his drawer and Bea said, "We don't need one of those. It's okay."

She pulled him onto her and felt him sliding his cock up and down her pussy before he started to slowly press it inside her. He pushed his hand down, collected some of her juices and spread them onto her nipples. She stared into his eyes and he saw her flinch as his cock pushed past her hymen. They didn't break eye contact and he paused with his cock fully inside her. She gave a small nod and he started to pump into her slowly. When he leaned down and sucked her pussy juice off her nipples, she started to come once again, "Oh yes, Fred! Give it to me. Shoot your cum inside my pussy. Ah yes! Fucking yes. Yes!" He paused as she came down from her orgasm and then started to pump harder with his right hand pulling at her long nipple. He shouted, "Ah fuck, yes!" as he came. She had her hand on his bum pulling him against her, just in case he tried to pull out. It wasn't necessary and she could feel the six hard spurts he shot deep into her.

He rolled off her and walked to the door. Taking Jo's hand he said, "Bea. Could you stay in here for a bit please? Jo and I need to talk."

As Bea lay there, she grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of her pussy with his cum slowly dripping out of it. She could hear their voices as Jo pleaded with him and he spoke quietly. It went quiet after a while and then when she listened really carefully, she could make out the sounds of Fred fucking Jo in the lounge.

When they went totally quiet, she dressed and left them both asleep naked on their sofa. She dropped the key on their lounge table for them to keep.

After she took Plan B the next day, she sent a text to Dave: "I know exactly what you took from Fred. I made it even with what he just took from you. We are not going to continue. You and I are done." She attached the photo of her pussy and blocked his number.