Cheat Night

The most popular couple at the university gives themselves an annual 'cheat night.' Zane is allowed to cheat on his girlfriend, under very specific circumstances. He'll be bound and blindfolded, and his girlfriend picks the woman he'll be with. Lisa is shocked when she is approached to take part in the unusual ritual, but she can't resist the chance to be with Zane, even though he'll never know her identity. She was just supposed to use her mouth--nothing more--but temptation grows too strong and soon she's crossing the line. Doing more than she ever imagined, and the consequences will change her life forever...

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What I was hearing was so ridiculous, so unreal, that all I could do was laugh. “You can’t be serious.”

“Why not?” Tiffany glanced around, as if she once again needed to be certain that no one would see her talking to someone like me. She was one half of the most popular couple on the university campus and I was definitely a nobody, socially.

Which made what she had just asked of me even more impossible. “Look, if this is some kind of weird dare from your sorority or something, consider it fulfilled. But I’m not enough of a sucker to believe that you’re actually asking me this.”

“It’s not a dare, Lisa. No one will know except for you and me.”

“Why me?”

She smirked and looked me up and down. “Isn’t obvious?”

I tried not to let her see how her assessment had made me squirm. “Then what makes you think Zane will even…” I couldn’t let myself say it out loud. She had just asked me to suck off her boyfriend. Apparently, they’d agreed that he could have one sanctioned “cheat night” from their relationship, but she had to be the one to pick out the girl he ended up with. “You know.”

“He’ll be blindfolded.”

Okay. This was definitely getting stranger and stranger. “I don’t get it.”

“It’s part of the game.” She had mentioned that this was something they did every year. “He’s not supposed to know who you are. Just in case he gets some crazy idea about looking for you behind my back or something.”

In a perverse way, it was making some sense. I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to do something like that if I were in a relationship as serious as theirs was supposed to be. “Why not ask one of your friends to do it?”

“I can’t trust them not to fuck him instead.”

Some friends. “I see.”

“Besides.” The smirk was back on her face. That expression was really getting on my nerves. “If he does think it was one of them, I think the look on his face will be absolutely priceless when I show him that it’s you.”

“No pictures. No video.”

“But—”

“If I’m going to do this, and that’s still a pretty big if, I don’t want any record of what happened.”

She pouted. “That’s no fun.”

“No. That’s my only condition. Take it or leave it.”

“Fine. We have a deal?”

“I guess.” I probably needed my head examined for agreeing to this.

And yet… I could not deny there was more than a little bit of excitement running through my veins in anticipation of what was to come. A woman would have to be completely dead in order to be immune to the prospect of spending a night with Zane. No matter how odd the circumstances. The guy was drop-dead gorgeous, with one of those killer smiles that made my pussy wet.

Mine, and that of every other woman who saw it, I was sure.

Too bad he was also well-aware of his effect on women. He was cocky, arrogant, and unfortunately, still too irresistible.

I gave Tiffany my cell number and we texted back and forth, as the final plans for the night were settled.

I headed to Zane’s off-campus apartment on a Friday night, close to midnight. She let me in and held a finger to her lips.

Led me into the bedroom.

My legs nearly failed me when I saw what was waiting for me.

Zane was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. Naked. With his arms bound behind him, the position seeming to only emphasize the powerful slabs of his chest muscles. He was blindfolded too, of course.

And his hard-on…

Maybe he had good reason to be so damned cocky after all.