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She zipped to her room and lotioned her body, then threw the towel aside to grab the dress she’d intended to wear. Yanking on a thong with one hand, she struggled to get her hair into some semblance of order with the other. In the end, she opted to pin it at the back of her head, stick a barrette in it, and call it a day.
When she returned to the living room, she went barefoot. No sense putting on shoes when they weren’t going out, and she had nothing but the stylish heels the guys seemed to think were impractical. Two sets of eyes watched her as if she were prey crossing the living room to the table.
“Here’s a listing of restaurants that deliver,” she announced, “or did you have a specific place for us to order from?”
Birk strode over to her and took the listing from her hand. He laid it on the table and ran his fingers along her hip. “I preferred the towel—easier to remove—but the dress molds to your curves just right. This, however, won’t do.”
She stood there stunned when he reached up to her hair and took out the barrette and pins she had painstakingly put in.
“I like your hair down. You’ll wear it that way for me?” He angled his mouth above hers, tempting her beyond reason. What the heck else was she going to say?
“Of course,” she said in a breathy whisper.
“Good girl.” Birk led her to the couch, where Kotori had taken a seat. He guided her to sit beside his friend, and then he took the spot on her other side. “Let’s discuss things.”
She raised her brows, peering from one to the other. “Things?”
Kotori nodded. “We need to know what you like, what you don’t. Is there anything off-limits?”
Birk cut in with a hand on her inner thigh. He slid it higher until goose bumps rose on the sensitive skin, and she squirmed beneath his touch. “Are you a virgin or experienced?”
That question took her by surprise, not because she didn’t think it should matter, but because Birk seemed excited with the prospect of her answer. She couldn’t tell if he hoped she’d done it, or if he preferred her as a virgin so he could teach her.
She tried looking as self-assured as possible, crossing one leg over the other and taking up her wineglass for a sip. She leaned back, swirling the contents, and kept her attention on the burgundy liquid. “I’m not a virgin, but I’ve only been with one man.”
Kotori closed the space between them until his massive thigh touched hers. Shiya’s breath hitched, and her heart tried jumping from her chest. So much for appearing calm.
Her dark soon-to-be lover took the glass from her trembling fingers and raised her hand to nip her inner wrist. “Do you like to be spanked?”
She shivered. “I think I might like it. I haven’t officially had it done.”
“And what about anal?” Birk suggested. “Do you like it?”
“I’ve never tried it.”
Birk undid the buttons on her dress and let it gap open a bit, revealing that she had elected not to wear a bra. He skimmed his hand over her nipple, pebbling the little bud. “And?” he demanded.
“I think I might try. I-I admit I’m nervous.”
“We will teach you,” Kotori assured her. “Oral?”
“Oh yes, giving and receiving.”
“Mm, Shiya, you are a perfect little human, aren’t you?” The deep rumble in Birk’s voice washed over her. She leaned back against him, while Kotori pushed her dress up her thighs. Her pussy clenched knowing soon he would not only see it but touch her in the most intimate of ways.
Wait, did he call me a perfect little human?
Kotori’s finger flicked her clit, swollen behind the material of her thong. She moaned.
“Easy, my friend,” Birk told Kotori. “Shiya is different. We have to be sure about her.”
She raised her chin to meet Birk’s gaze. “I’m sure.”
He kissed her, threading his tongue into her mouth. She parted her lips wider and tasted him with greedy hunger. Birk pulled her hand up to push into his hair. The murmur of sound he made with his throat didn’t seem humanly possible. He liked her stroking her fingers through his locks.
Kotori tucked his hands under her knees and jerked her forward a little. The movement broke her and Birk’s kiss, and she looked over at him. Kotori’s unhappiness was clear at being told to wait while Birk went ahead and kissed her. She leaned up on her knees and gave him the same treatment. Their tongues met and curled together. Kotori’s was so big it filled her mouth and sent tingles of pleasure to her core.
Unlike Kotori, Birk waited until they were done before he continued. The tent in his pants only belied his patient attitude. He drew her away from Kotori to sit down.
