Chapter 2: Building Tension
My mind turned and turned and then I felt something in my brain click. I could set my mind at ease and get what I've been wanting at the same time. I felt like an evil genius. What I was thinking would no doubt be risky, and could go wrong in so many ways. But, if it worked it would be worth it. Maybe it was because my cock was just in her mouth, but I felt like I could finally open up and tell Denise my darker desires. "Can I tell you something?" I asked. "Of course," Denise answered in her caring tone. "I have a bit of a fantasy. I haven't told anyone. I know it'll sound weird and isn't something normal people want. But... I want to watch Lana get fucked." I waited for a few seconds, not sure how a confession like that would be taken. An amused smile went across her face. "Okay, let's make it happen!" she said instantly excited. "Wait. Just like that? I tell you I want to watch my girlfriend fuck another guy and you're reaction is 'Let's do it'? "You're forgetting, your best friend is a slut. Of course I'm down for that! You don't need to convince me of anything. That sounds like fun!" From there we started planning. We were up all night talking about it. By morning we had our plan. Because of her controlling parents, Lana would only be too happy to get out of the house. I would invite her over to our apartment to hang out. Once she was here, I would get her worked up by making out with her. I would then excuse myself by saying I had to grab something from my car. Denise would then call our bull of choice, Darrin, to come over. Once Darrin was over, Denise would excuse herself. From there we hoped nature would take it's course. To make sure we got to enjoy our hard work, we would hide some cameras to capture the moment. Even though we had been up all night, we were too excited to sleep. Once morning came, we put our plan into action.
As expected, Lana readily agreed to come over to our apartment, eager to escape her restrictive home environment. We made sure to arrange everything meticulously – setting up the hidden cameras strategically placed throughout the apartment. All three of us pretended nothing unusual was happening, casually engaging in conversation about trivial matters. With our plan perfectly laid out, we awaited for things to unfold organically.
Denise suggested to start with making out. It seemed natural enough.