1 The Graduation Pact - When my GF Sucked my best friends cock

Manny and I had been roommates and absolute brothers-in-arms throughout our four years at university in Atlanta. He was an international student from Zimbabwe—a tall, built Black guy with an easygoing charisma. Since sophomore year, we had been splitting a small two-bedroom apartment. Looking back over the last three years, I felt incredibly lucky to have him as my wingman. He brought an undeniable, vibrant energy to my college life, making it a hell of a lot more interesting.

My girlfriend, Chloe, and I had been high school sweethearts. We were each other's first loves, and our relationship spanned over five years. Outside of our busy lecture schedules, the four of us—Manny, his girlfriend Mary, Chloe, and I—frequently hung out as a tight-knit quad. Naturally, a deep level of comfort and affection developed between us. We’d often flirt playfully or throw out suggestive jokes. Sometimes Manny would get overly affectionate with Chloe, and I’d do the same with Mary, but it was always kept under the guise of innocent fun—a casual arm draped over a shoulder, a brief, warm embrace, nothing more.

Until the night before graduation, when we decided to play for keeps.

That evening, we hit a private karaoke lounge downtown. Both couples went absolutely wild, throwing back drinks until we all had a heavy buzz. In reality, Manny and I had orchestrated the entire thing weeks in advance via private Facebook chats. We had brainstormed a twisted plot: get everyone completely hammered, pretend to stumble into the wrong bedrooms, and pull off a "mistaken identity" wife swap. It had started as a dark, taboo fantasy, but tonight, we were putting the blueprint into action.

Deep down, we knew both girls harbored a secret attraction to the other guy; they were just too shy to ever voice it. Manny and I had subtly tested the waters with our respective partners beforehand, so we knew the green light was flashing.

As we stumbled out of the lounge, I played my part, pretending to be utterly wasted. I slapped Manny on the back and shouted, "Bro! We're finally graduating! Tonight is legendary! We always brag about who’s got more stamina, who’s the real beast in bed—tonight, we settle the score!"

Manny immediately picked up his cue, flashing a wicked grin. "You're on, man! Back to the apartment. We keep the bedroom doors wide open and let the performance speak for itself!"

I almost broke character and laughed out loud. Everything was falling perfectly into place.

Chloe looked up at me, her cheeks flushed pink. "Keep the doors open... what, are we having a sex competition?"

I leaned down, deliberately raising my voice so the others could hear: "Hell yeah! A straight-up fuck-off! What's the matter, baby? Are you scared?"

Emboldened by the tequila, Chloe puffed out her chest. "Scared? Please! There’s nothing to be scared of! What are the rules? Is Mary even brave enough to handle this?"

Seeing Chloe suddenly turn so fiercely dominant and uninhibited was an absolute turn-on.

Mary, matching her energy, laughed loudly. "I ain't hiding from shit! Let's get it! I'm certainly not worried about Sean over here getting insecure about his performance!"

With both girls officially locked in, I enthusiastically high-fived Manny. "Alright, it's a bet! Everyone’s in! Tonight, we find out who lasts the longest and who holds their nut the best!"

"Easy money!" Manny roared, playing the drunk, arrogant jock to perfection.

At that moment, the girls genuinely believed they were just going to have an exhibitionist session with their own boyfriends. They had no idea that our ultimate goal was to cross the hallway and permanently switch partners mid-stroke.

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