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“Fuck Dawn. Fuck work. Fuck all that,” Melissa said dismissively. “You’ve got to make time for you, Sammara. You deserve someone. You deserve to be happy outside of your business.”
I nodded and took the verbal beating. Or rather, the parental pep-talk.
“Besides, Dawn’s not your boss, she’s your business partner.”
I let out a burst of laughter. “Someone had better tell her that.”
Melissa grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “No, Sammara. You tell her that.”
I looked up, and noticed her expression was suddenly serious.
“Yeah yeah,” I said. “I know.”
Five
SAMMARA
I read the ad again. And again. And again after that. And each time I read it…
It made me hotter and hotter.
My stomach knotted up at the thought of it — not one guy, not two or even three… but four guys. All to myself. All at the same time.
Same time?
I had to admit, the fantasy was appealing.
Yet in my heart I knew that’s all it was, a silly fantasy. I’d dipped my toes in the threesome pool before, back in college, when things were a lot more casual and responsibilities a lot less oppressive. But this wasn’t a Friday night threesome. It wasn’t even one of those raw, visceral gangbangs I’d watched on my computer, wondering the whole time how a girl actually gets herself into a situation like that.
No, this was real life.
In the end that’s probably what made it so hot for me, though. That it could actually happen. That there was this hot, beautiful guy out there — with three presumably hot friends — willing to not only share a girl for a night or a weekend, but to actually make her their permanent girlfriend together.
Girlfriend…
I read the ad again. Community Girlfriend. Wife Material. Long Term Only.
Stretched out on my bed, I let a little laugh escape my lips. The funny part was that I thought I could do it. That I’d actually be good at being a girlfriend to four guys at once. After all, I was the master of multitasking. And I could handle myself around guys, no doubt. I’d actually been told I was a little too much to handle, which would be perfect in this scenario because there would be four times the manpower to handle me anyway.
And my sex drive… well, that wouldn’t be a problem either.
My fingers slipped downward, over my belly, piercing the lace waistband of my panties…
Sex was something I was always arguing about. Either my past boyfriends complained I wanted too much of it, or the more insecure ones resented my prior sexual history. Of course there’d been a select few guys who could keep up with me, especially in the beginning. Some of those I held onto even after the relationship had gone bad. Because hey, a girl’s got needs.
Nothing ever worked out for me though. Guys were guys, and they very often wanted to be the ones in charge. They wanted to initiate. They wanted to decide when and where, and any deviation from that plan often rattled their fragile egos.
But four guys…
I let my fingers wander, gliding down through my glistening slit. I’d been horny since last night. Horny since I’d showered and climbed into bed, to read this stupid ad one more time (five more times?) before bed.
Four guys. Four military guys, with egos that probably weren’t all that fragile.
Leave it alone, Sammara.
The appeal was more than just physical too. Not only would they take care of me sexually, but I’d have four strong lovers to protect and care for me.
And me them…
