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“Oooh,” she moans, tilting her head back again. “Yesssss.”
I smile, lifting my head.
“Do you need anything else from us?”
She blushes again, but then shakes her head.
“No, I’m good, thank you.”
“Thank you,” I growl before grabbing my towel. “Let’s go, bud.”
With one last smile, Scott and I open the door, as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened, and exit. The woman stays seated, a dazed smile on her lips.
But then I turn at the last minute. “Hey,” I say, and she looks toward us questioningly, her gaze soft. “Thank you again, sweetheart. You were amazing, and hopefully, we’ll see each other again.”
With that, my friend and I emerge into the cool air, our towels slung around our waists like nothing’s happened. The hallway is deserted when we step into it, but as we make our way back to the men’s locker room, nothing seems amiss. People come and go in various states of undress, minding their own business. Little do they know.
“That was fucking amazing,” Scott growls under his breath once we’re in the safety of the locker room.
I nod in agreement. “You’re telling me.”
“We should come here more often, bro,” he says.
“Yeah, absolutely,” I say. “Come on. Let’s get ready and get back to work.”
But as I’m standing under the hot water, I still can’t quite get the image of that woman out of my head. Who was she? Does she share herself often? Will she let us touch her again? It’s too bad I didn’t get her name because now, I realize it might only be a one-time thing.
4
Violet
I’ve been trying to pack my bag for the past ten minutes. This usually isn’t a difficult task. My books are on my bed next to me, along with my pencil case, my water bottle, an emergency tube of mascara, and my planner. I just have to extend my hands, grab the items, and put them in the damn bag. This isn’t exactly rocket science.
However, every time I hold my hands out, I get stuck because I see my palms grasping two hard cocks again, massive veins pulsating as they glisten in the low light.
For the hundredth time in the past 24 hours, I blush like a madman. I still can’t process the fact that I had sex with two strangers in the sauna yesterday. I can’t believe that Kristy’s words were prophetic. I can’t fathom that two tall, dark, and gorgeous men took an interest in me, and gave me pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. And I don’t even know their names!
Holy shit, what have I become? Did I really do that? I press my hands to my cheeks, trying to quell the flames burning there. I can’t stop thinking about the way their hands felt on my skin, the way two mouths explored every inch of my body, and the way two huge cocks felt inside of me. I even dreamed about it last night. My brain was unable to focus on anything else, and this is not a great situation to be in on the first day of classes.
“You need to get it together, Vi,” I say out loud to myself, clapping my hands together. “Focus.” I resolutely grab my textbooks and throw them into my bag. However, as I reach for my pencil case, I sigh dreamily, distracted once more.
“What’s up?”
I snap my head up, pulled out of my reverie. Kristy waves at me, having just come into our room. “Earth to Violet,” she laughs. “You look like you’re on your own planet.”
“I am,” I admit. “Sorry.”
“Whatcha thinking about?” Kristy asks, snapping her gum.
There’s no way in hell I’m telling her the truth. She’s my best friend and I trust her completely, but I can’t bring myself to admit the sordid details. I’m usually much tamer compared to the more sexually adventurous Kristy. Maybe, she wouldn’t even believe me if I told her the truth; after all, I can still barely believe it myself.
“Just stressing about classes,” I smile weakly. Thankfully, it’s not completely a lie. The first day of a new semester is always a little daunting. I just wish I were able to focus a little more on school and a little less on the hot threesome I had yesterday.
A threesome! I squeal to myself. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever have a threesome, especially with two of the hottest men I’ve ever seen. I’ve had sex with some reasonably attractive men, but those two were in the realm of male models or celebrities. Who knows? Maybe they were models or celebrities. We’re in New York City, after all. Anything is possible.
I shake my head, finally putting the rest of my things into my bag. Honestly, it doesn’t matter who they were. I’ll almost definitely never see them again. It’s not like we exchanged numbers or social media information when our menage was over. It was just good, old-fashioned, anonymous sex, and I’m okay with that. At least I have some very sultry memories to replay in my head for years to come.
