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“You guys have condoms, don’t you?”
Two sets of eyes snapped to me. I grinned mischievously, looking at them from behind my long lashes. Paz opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Oh, good! Just left a demon speechless. GC didn’t look like he was capable of more intelligence, either. They had been waiting for so long, fighting over who’d get to take my virginity, and now, when it was finally going to happen, they didn’t know how to react. It was a good thing I’d been planning on taking full control, anyway, so I knew exactly how I wanted to proceed.
“I see your brains are experiencing some sort of… erm… glitch.” I giggled. “It’s okay. I’ll take it from here.”
I took them by the hand and pulled them toward the Academy. They followed me in a daze. I could feel them exchanging a glance at some point, and I briefly wondered whether they were going to start arguing again. They didn’t. They were so shocked that I was finally going to… well… that we were finally going to do it, that they probably thought it best not to make a fuss about it, lest I’d change my mind.
We crossed the courtyard, and the VDC and RDC students hanging out outside followed us with their gaze, whispering amongst themselves. The NDC and the MDC weren’t usually very interested in the whole soap opera that had started airing at the Academy when I began dating two hot guys at the same time. At least, there was still some common sense left in the world.
We headed up the spiral staircase in the north tower, and stopped in front of the closest dorm, which was GC’s. He fumbled with the keys, dropped them, picked them back up, then finally managed to open the door as I literally laughed my head off. He blushed. Oh, wow! Now I’ve made a false god blush. What is this? Is the end of the world coming? It was fascinating, really. As we entered the room, I noticed how our relationship dynamic had changed just because I’d been brave enough to take control. GC and Pazuzu stood before me, waiting for my next move. I dropped my backpack in a corner and removed my hoodie. As I stood there in my V-neck tank top, my old skinny jeans, and my uniform ankle boots, – because they were literally the nicest pair of shoes I owned, – I suddenly didn’t know what my next step was. I’d thought about it, and now that the time had come, it completely eluded me. I chewed on my lower lip.
“Well? What should I remove first?” I asked. “Come on, help a girl out. I’ve never done this before.”
“Never been naked in front of a guy?” Paz asked incredulously.
I shook my head. His green eyes widened, and the surprise and excitement that sparked in his irises made me blush.
“Okay, I’m ready to help, if you want me to,” GC offered.
I nodded. “And you,” I said looking at Paz. “You can help, too.”
They stepped up to me and each reached for something. GC took hold of the hem of my tank top, and Paz went for my belt. They moved slowly, carefully, as if I was a fragile, innocent creature that would immediately make a run for it if they rushed her. I stifled a laugh and stood my ground as they tugged at my clothes. I lifted my arms for GC, and soon the tank top hit the floor. Paz had gotten rid of my belt, and now he was undoing my jeans, one painful button at a time. I clenched the muscles in my thighs. My core ached for him. For them. GC stepped behind me, pushed my blue hair over one shoulder, and started working on my bra. He had it unclasped in a second, but he took his time pulling the straps down my arms, until they reached my elbows, and I pulled my arms out of them. The bra hit the floor, and my round, heavy breasts felt the soft breeze coming through the open window. My nipples turned to hard pebbles.
As Paz rolled my jeans down my legs, GC pressed his chest to my back and started kissing my neck. I moaned and leaned into him. His hands came to cup my bare breasts, and I shuddered. I’d wanted his touch for so long, craved it so hard for so many nights, that now that I could finally feel it, it was too much. It was overwhelming.
I lifted my feet one at a time to allow Paz to remove my boots. Soon, the jeans were gone, and I was standing there, in the middle of GC’s room, in only my black lace panties and my… wristbands. I’d forgotten about my wristbands. Shit. They had to go, there was no question about it. But then… A chill ran up my spine as I finally realized. Then, I would truly be fully naked in front of my two men. And once they found out why I wore those wristbands all the time, they would have power over me. Power like no one had ever had before.
Pazuzu pushed himself to his feet and cupped my cheek with a warm hand. He looked me in the eyes, and there was so much devotion in his gaze that I could almost cry. His other hand came to wrap around my wrist.
“May I remove these?”
I could feel a knot forming in my throat. I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. He smiled and proceeded to pull at my wristbands without even looking. He never took his eyes off mine, and when he lifted my hands, palms up, and looked at my exposed wrists, I knew he’d known all along. There was no surprise in his eyes, nor shock, nor disgust. He’d known. How obvious had I been all this time?
GC stopped what he was doing and let go of my breasts. His hands came to rest on my waist as he leaned over to look over my shoulder.
“Hmm… That’s quite a number you did there,” he said. But his voice held no judgement.
“Yeah, I…” My voice sounded choked. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say. What I wanted to say. Honestly, I didn’t want to say anything, I didn’t want to tell them the story of my scars. Not now, not ever. I wanted to pretend like they didn’t exist at all, like they weren’t these long, deep gashes on the inside of my arms that had turned pale and wrinkly. And I wanted them to do the same. To pretend.
“Shh… it’s okay,” Paz cooed. He let go of my hands. “It happens to the best of us.”
“Does it?” Well, that was something I hadn’t expected to hear.
He traced his fingers along my stomach and bit the inside of his lip as he touched the cigarette burns one by one.
“We all have secrets,” he continued. “And they’re rarely pretty.”
“But you are,” GC whispered in my ear. “You are very, very pretty.” He took my earlobe in his mouth and sucked gently. I threw my head back to give him better access, and he chuckled at his small victory.
I felt Pazuzu’s hands move lower and lower, until he hooked his fingers into the hem of my panties and started pulling them down. I tensed, and he caressed my inner thigh. I allowed him to remove my panties, stepping out of them, all the while leaning all my weight on GC. By this point, I doubted I could stand on my own.
Completely naked. My body and soul bare before their eyes. Exposed. Vulnerable. No wonder I was shaking like a leaf. There goes my control. It hadn’t taken much to lose it, but I could relax knowing I was in good hands. And not just two hands, but four.
“Your turn,” I whispered. I pushed GC away, and moved to lie on his bed, on top of the covers. “I want to watch.”
They exchanged a glance but didn’t fight this time. In fact, they even grinned at each other. They proceeded to remove their clothes one by one, rather slow for my taste, but I couldn’t complain. It was a pretty damn good show.
GC’s blond curls sticking out everywhere, ruffled after he took his shirt off. Paz’s ripped chest and abs, and the happy trail that led down down down as he undid his belt and I caught a glimpse of his briefs. GC’s strong legs as he got rid of his pants and almost lost his balance as he pulled them off. Paz running a hand through his raven-black hair before fixing me with his intense gaze as he removed his last piece of clothing. GC making a show of himself by ripping his briefs instead of undressing like a normal person, because my eyes were on Paz, and he couldn’t have that.
