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There was a time when I would have freaked if I even thought of the possibility of what I did last night. I lived a boring life. I went through the awkward phase in high school, of fondling and wading through relationships in school. I had two boyfriends in high school. The first was my sophomore year and he was my first kiss, and first date. He was sweet, and nice but there was nothing there. I went out with him because everyone in my friend group had someone, and he asked me out. There was no real reason to turn him down. He was ‘high-school’ cute, I imagine he looks much better now. But then homecoming came about and we went together, but I realized there was nothing tying me to him. I think we lasted seven months though, but not through the summer.
Then senior year came and I dated a starting linebacker for the football team. It didn’t seem that important, but in Texas, it was. Which is where I grew up. But he was muscular and hard and he made my heart flutter. I kept telling myself I was in love with him. After three months of dating, I lost my virginity to him and made the mistake of telling him I loved him. He dumped me a week later.
That was it until now. I wouldn’t call Jake or Logan my boyfriend, but the way they took me in their bedroom made me feel like I belonged to them.
At first, I could barely remember it, when I first got home. Being in the restaurant, squished between their thighs as Jake held me in place, and Logan masterfully played me with his fingers wasn’t far back in my head. But I was near climax, in a public place, and it scared and thrilled me all at the same time. I deftly recall finishing lunch, which I barely ate because my stomach was in severe knots, and then climbing into their limo.
Sitting in class my thighs rubbed together and the lecturer drowned out in the back of my head. I could still feel the flutter of my heart as Jake carried me into the bedroom. They took turns undressing me, each turn was equal and left fire in its wake. I noticed how different their touch was. Jake would grab me as he peeled my skirt off, Logan would trail his fingertips over me like he was tracing every inch of me; my breasts, and my thighs as he slid my panties off. Each touch was so different but I liked both.
It went on for hours, and I could barely believe it. If I wasn’t in class I think I would be getting myself off to the memory. The food, their tongues, their cocks…
Nothing compares to the feel of them. Logan was thick and long enough to take me from behind. Jake was hung enough he could reach my very core and it wouldn’t split me in half because his girth wasn’t too wide. My sex adapted to them both in the weirdest yet most amazing of ways. When one would leave me I was ready for the other.
We were a sweaty mess of three people in the throes of passion for hours on hours. I craved it. At first it was lost to me, that I could be shared by two men. I couldn’t say I had a strong set of morals or anything, but it was still such a different f
eeling. Sarai would lose it, I hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to her yet.
I was wrapped up in the two of them, but still didn’t know where I stood. I mean, I do work for them and I am trying to make a name for myself in the business world with their help and money. I had to stay focused, and I still have three weeks of school left.
But a night like that is bound to stick with me, even now.
“Please keep working on your projects. I will see you all next time.”
Finally he concluded the lecture. Mr. Samme was a nice guy, but old and dated in my opinion. He was always using the old business model. Anyway, I left class and stopped at the café for a coffee. The weather was warmer now, so I regretted my jeans, but my tee shirt kept me cool.
As I sat at the small table, in the corner away from everyone else, I kept thinking of what they would say. Most of the time, we weren’t talking. But when we were, they promised the dirtiest of things that still got me excited. Confused and unsure, but excited nonetheless. Logan said I was theirs, Jake said I belonged to them.
They told me they wanted to corrupt me. And I wanted them to.
Gosh, at this point I have to go in the car and finish myself off because I’ve aroused myself so much.
“Don’t look so somber.”
I felt him before I heard him. Logan.
He came behind me, his hand on my shoulder for a split second. But there are people around and he snatched it away just as fast. Then he was sitting in front of me. Innocently, as a professor might behaving coffee with his student. He set his cup down and my eyes followed those slender fingers of his that know me so well. I swallowed, and then met his eyes. Dark with a smolder as he looked at me.
He looked so crisp and clean, as always. He had a tailored jacket over a smooth, cream white dress shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the top. I didn’t know if he was wearing jeans or dress pants, but I was sure he would look great in both.
“I’m not.” I finally spoke. He slightly frowned as his eyes glinted around. I knew he wanted to be closer to me then, even as he leaned forward he stopped himself.
His jaw ticked as he thought. I blinked back at him, unsure of what to say. Anyone in here could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife, and it may not even do anything to it. I felt the same way around Jake. But somehow each feeling was different, in its own way. Around Logan I wanted to hold him. Around Jake I wanted him to…rough me around. I sighed.
“Long day?” Logan asked, he grinned slightly. His frown gone. Surely no one would think anything just because we were sitting here together.
“Sort of. I…had a tiring night.” His eyes gleamed and he smiled, making sure it didn’t look like an ‘I want to fuck you’ smile.
“I can imagine.” His eyes roamed over my chest, even though it was hidden by the cotton of my shirt he still rolled his jaw, as he does when he is aroused. They both have different tells.
Jake would crack his neck ever so slightly and roll his tongue over the inside of his cheek. It was hot. They were both hot. God, it’s hot in here.
“How is your day going? You taught today?” I asked nervously. It seemed like such an odd conversation to behaving with a man who was eating out of my sex the night before.
“I did. I just finished my office hours. Are you enjoying your final days of class?”
I nodded softly.
“Yes, I am. I’m eager for it to be over though, so I can focus on the internship.”
