Sheer Envy part 2 & 3

It had taken me hours to fall asleep after what I had seen that night. My mind was reeling, a swirling storm of emotions. I had watched my friends father – a man I had secretly admired for years – come into our room at night during our weekly sleep over and molest our other unconscious friend as she slept. I had seen my first real cock. I had witnessed my first sexual assault. I had seen cum for the first time, watching as his thick cock had spurted it on my friends unconscious face. I spent the next few hours going over it in my head.

Why had Claire and Tara not woken up? I realised it must have been the cheesecake that Theo, Taras handsome and apparently sexually deviant father, had made for dessert the night before. I had given my share to my friends when Theo was out of the room, having filled up on dinner and not wanting to hurt his feelings by refusing it.

Had he done this before? I realised that the week before last he had waited to give us dessert until we had finished our after dinner movie,. We had gone to sleep soon after, and woken feeling particularly groggy. I had been worse hit, feeling a little sick the next day. But before that we had never eaten and gone straight to bed, so I decided it was unlikely he had drugged us before then.

Was he only interested in Claire? I briefly wondered, hopefully, if he was interested in me in the same way. But no. I was the “cute” one of our little trio. Claire was the tall, slender pale blonde with the enormous E cup breasts who walked around without a bra before bed time. Tara was the tanned, sporty, fitness model looking girl with the perfect body. I was just the nerd. Boys called my friends hot, but the best I got was “cute”. The little freckle faced ginger who looked 5 years younger than the others and dressed conservatively, hiding beneath baggy clothes while the others showed off their assets. And of course Tara was his daughter so that was unlikely – although I felt a brief flash of excitement at that taboo thought. But no, he had gone straight for Claire, pulling up her shirt, playing with her large breasts and raping her mouth while she slept.

The next question was, would he do it again? I saw no reason why not, and I began planning, thinking of ways I could stay awake to see more next time, hoping to see him escalate and do more to my friend. Hoping that maybe, eventually, he would even tire of her and turn to me.

Despite my inexperience, I had always secretly fantasised about things my friends would call sick. Things like rape. So this night had been a dream come true, even though I was sick with jealousy that, as usual, Claire was chosen instead of me. I began playing with myself, confident that my friends would stay asleep and a little excited by the thought. I began treating myself a little more roughly, pinching my nipples and playing with my breasts as he had played with Claires. I stroked myself, imagining it was his thick fingers instead of mine. I put three fingers into myself, treating myself more roughly than ever before as I fantasized about Theo coming back in for more, only to find me playing with myself and turn his attentions to me instead. Perhaps he would grab my head and force his thick, veiny cock into my mouth? Or perhaps he would climb on top of me, and take my virginity? My thoughts became increasingly perverted until I brought myself to climax, and sank into a deep and restful sleep.

***

Despite the others having been drugged, I was the last to wake. I guess staying up so long had hit me hard. Tara shook me awake, already bright and chirpy, and I sat up slowly. I thought back to the events of the last night, and told myself it must have been a vivid dream. I sure didn’t feel like one, but it made more sense.

“Come on” Tara said cheerfully “You don’t want to miss breakfast!”

We took turns getting dressed in Taras bathroom, and I used the opportunity to splash my face with water while I thought everything I had seen – or dreamed – last night. We went downstairs as a group, and there stood Theo, smiling happy at us from the stove as he friend up a batch of pancakes.

“Just in time! I hope you’re all hungry!”

“I’m starving”, Claire replied “Plus I have kind of a weird taste in my mouth.”

A look of concern crossed the mans handsome face. “Oh? Are you feeling ok?”

I bit my lip, suddenly terrified he would be found out, but Claire just smiled, eagerly replying “Nothing pancakes can’t fix!”

“I’m glad to hear it”, he said with a cheerful laugh, sliding a pancake from the frying pan onto the plate in front of Claire before turning to me. “And what about you, Amy? You look a little pale, did you sleep at all last night?”

“Yes!” I answered a little too quickly before catching myself and forcing a smile of my own “I’m just a little groggy. I just need to wake up a little.”

Theo nodded thoughtfully as he tended to the pancakes. “Well, I hope you feel better soon. We wouldn’t want you getting sick.”

And so the rest of the day went much as usual. We went swimming, we had lunch, watched movies, and talked about boys. But the entire time, I couldn’t stop thinking about Theo. His body, seeing his dick, and certainly the fact that he had drugged us in order to use my friend as a sex toy. I went home at about six, and still it was all I could think about. From then on, I was obsessed. I started looking up rape porn, I read stories of people who had been drugged and assaulted, I read up on various drugs used, and I looked for ways to counter them so I could see it all again next week.