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I was constantly sleeping with Brandon, or Colin, or Hunter… or any combination of all three. They took me willingly, whenever they wanted, and not one of them cared if the others joined in.
There was the Monday Night Football game, where I lost a bet and had to wait on the three of them hand and foot in the living room… while wearing a football jersey and nothing else. While being bounced from lap to lap I almost dehydrated myself from coming so hard.
Then there was Thanksgiving, when the three of them cooked me dinner. The turkey wasn’t the only thing that got stuffed, and what we did on the antique dining room table should’ve probably splintered it into a hundred pieces. Apparently though, they made some pretty strong tables back in the day.
I loved pleasing them… and being pleased. Each guy had his own style, his own way of kissing me, romancing me, and yes, outright laying me down and screwing me absolutely senseless for all the rest of the house to hear. At some point it even became kind of a competitio
n for them; who could get me to yell the loudest, or come the hardest, or other, even more sinister bets. I never minded not being in on it, though. A girl could definitely have worse problems.
December arrived, and finals along with it. For a little while we were all busy doing college stuff. Brandon was tense but did a lot of studying, with Colin and I helping him as best we could. Hunter was out a lot, and often came back tired. Apparently he was doing side work for his uncle while finishing out classes; something I really admired him for.
“What’s your plan after school?” I’d asked him once, while laying naked and sated across his beautiful chest.
“No plan.”
“Really?” I’d asked. “Someone like you always has a plan. For example…” I pointed around the bedroom. “You could go to art school.”
His expression was sour, his face almost disappointed. “Art school doesn’t pay the rent,” he’d said, before rolling me off him and ducking into the shower.
It was three weeks before Christmas when I’d come home at the end of an exceptionally long day. My feet hurt, and my body was sore from working out. My mind was reeling from having to read dozens of essays.
I just wanted the couch. And of course, the guys. We were at that time of the year where it got dark so early it was actually depressing. Depressing and cold too, because the first snows had just started to fall.
“Hello?” I called into the shadowy foyer. The house was dark and empty, and seemed uncharacteristically quiet. The whole thing was extremely strange. I’d come home to an empty house before, but we’d made the habit of always leaving lights on for each other.
“Anyone home?”
I flipped on the lights, one by one. It wasn’t until I reached the kitchen that I realized something was glowing…
There was a cake on the table. A cake with a bunch of candles, all of them lit, and—
“HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY!”
I whirled, startled, just as Brandon swept me up in his arms. He spun me around, and I saw Hunter. Colin. My men! They flipped on the lights and the house was instantly all better again, warm and cozy and full of life.
“H—How did you know it was—”
“Are you kidding?” Colin laughed. “You thought we couldn’t figure out your birthday?”
“And there are three of us,” Hunter smirked. “Gotta say, in this kind of relationship having extra people is a pretty big advantage when it comes to remembering stuff.”
I hugged them all, kissing each of them in turn. With their arms around me I felt safe and happy. They’d remembered my birthday! Even gotten me a cake! A lone tear streaked down my face as I was overwhelmed with joy.
“Hey hey,” said Brandon, wiping my cheek. “None of that. Here, blow out the candles. And make a wish.”
I put my lips together, expecting a blowjob joke. All I got were three smiling boyfriends, waiting for me to finishing putting the candles out. I did it with a single breath, they cheered, and I dabbed two fingers through the thick white icing.
“What’d you wish for?” asked Colin.
I licked the cream off my finger in a intentionally seductive way. “Not telling.”
“Bah!” Brandon scoffed. “She already has everything she could ever want.”
I looked around, but there were no plates. No forks. I moved toward the cabinet, but Hunter stopped me.
“Cake later,” he said. “Right now… your birthday present.”
“One of them anyway,” Colin winked.
