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“What about me?” he asked and interrupted my viewing pleasure.
“Can’t I suck them both?” I didn’t know if that was actually possible, but this was a game, right? I would lure the boys into thinking it was Amanda they were talking to, and when we all made it to Vegas for the ultimate moment they’d all waited four years for, I’d hope they would forgive me. And fuck me.
What better way to lose your virginity than by fucking four guys at once?
I hadn’t exactly worked it all out, yet, but I would. For now, I wanted to have fun with these guys. I didn’t know if they’d figure out that I wasn’t Amanda or not, but I hoped they didn’t. I wanted to show up at that hotel they hadn’t booked yet and surprise them. Maybe beg for forgiveness and ask them to fuck me anyway. I knew it was crazy, maybe even a little insane, but who cares?
It would fuck Amanda up beyond all recognition if she was blanked by these guys. She’d spent four years trying to get a chance with them and I planned to steal that moment from her. That would bring her down a few notches, knowing that it was me, the woman she thought so little of for so long, who had fucked the men she wanted more than any others.
“Oh, girl, you can suck how many ever you want, as soon as you get to Vegas,” Adam responded, and I giggled.
“Graduation can’t get here fast enough, then,” I answered him. I didn’t know how I’d afford a trip to Vegas, but according to the plan, all I needed to do was get on a plane; they would take care of the rest.
“You’ve certainly won the bet, by now. You’ve gone through the buildings more than once, according to our last count,” Michael added after a few moments. “You’ve more than earned this trip.”
I guess she had. Maybe they wouldn’t want a virgin, then, I had to wonder. Maybe they wanted a girl that was a lot more experienced than me. I would have to watch some videos or something, do some reading, to learn techniques for sex with more than one guy. Well, sex with even one guy at this point.
Another text came in, on my phone’s messenger system, and I saw that it was from Brooklyn. As usual, she would be at Stuart’s place tonight and was I okay on my own?
“I’m fine, girl. Have fun!” I responded then went back to WhatsApp.
Michael had sent the video this time, a full shot of his body, and my body came alive all over again. He was muscular from head to toe as an athlete he must have to keep fit. It was just strange being sent a photo of a man’s body even if he didn’t mean to send it to me. He had a subtle tan that made his skin glow a golden shade. I loved it so much I wanted to touch him.
“I can’t wait to crawl all over you boys,” I let them know.
It wasn’t something I’d have ever said in real life, but through this medium, I was free to say whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I could be blunt, or subtle. Whatever or however I chose. I could also demand my own pleasure as I’d learned from their earlier texts. It wasn’t just about them getting off. They wanted me… well, Amanda… to get off too.
“Are your hands in your panties yet?” Adam asked, and I looked at the text with surprise.
Really? After all the sex she had every day, Amanda would go home and masturbate to these texts? She must have or Adam wouldn’t have asked that.
I pulled my lip between my teeth and scratched at my unpolished thumbnails. What did I say?
“Yes, and I’m so wet.” I didn’t know if I was or not, but decided I’d soon find out.
“I know you are. You’re a horny little thing.” Michael typed swiftly. “Eager to be touched, to be fucked.”
I was, I must admit.
My hand slid down the top of my pants and into the plain cotton panties I normally wore. I’d have to buy something sexy to meet these guys in. Something black and lacy, or maybe white, lacy, and virginal? A symbol of my purity? Maybe they wouldn’t mind so much then.
“I am, Michael,” I told him with my right hand. My left one was busy sliding down my panties. “I need to feel you, all of you, or I just might die.”
Amanda had written that more than once, so I knew it would sound normal.
My fingers slid between my folds at last, and I was surprised at just how silky wet I was. I slid my middle finger around, down to the wettest spot, and then back up to the spot that throbbed the most. The slick sensation of my finger against my clit was enough to make me moan all over again.
