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“You okay?” Damian asked from behind me.
I turned to find him and Asher standing there, wet hair and water cascading down their incredible bodies.
Swallowing hard and forcing myself to look into his eyes, I nodded. “Oh, yes. I’m great. I just wanted to get out and get a drink.”
“Want me to pour you another glass?” Asher asked, and I shook my head.
“No, sir,” I replied. His nostrils quickly flared, and his eyes narrowed, but his expression soon turned neutral again.What the hell was that?I wondered. “I think I need to get some water. I’ve had enough Jungle Juice. I’m a lightweight.”
Damian smiled and reached for my clothes. I handed them to him, and he grabbed my hand with his free one. “Come on. Let’s go inside. I’ll water my guest.”
I laughed and stumbled along next to him. I was still pretty tipsy, but I usually sobered up pretty quickly.
“Wanna show me around the house? I wanna see how the filthy rich live,” I said.
He laughed. “Oh, yeah? Rick’s house and your aunt’s house aren’t big enough for ya?”
I was confused for a moment and then my drunken brain remembered the lie I’d told him. “They have big houses, but they’re nothing compared to what you have here.”
“Eh, I suppose that’s true. In that case, come on. I’ll show you around.”
Asher walked up to my other side and held my other hand. It felt strange but nice walking around, touching both of them at once. I wondered if this was what they’d acted like before when sharing girls. Both Damian and Asher had mentioned sharing girls before. I wondered if it was just sexually or if they’d ever had the same girlfriend before.
I wanted to ask, but I figured it might be rude.
When we got inside, Damian quickly took my clothes to the laundry to wash them. He gave me a pair of his pajama pants and a t-shirt to change into so he could wash my bra and panties as well. I found that to be extremely domestic and sweet of him, but I didn’t mention it.
Once I changed, he showed us around the ground floor. Asher was more than familiar with the place, but it was all new to me. Damian had a theater that was easily three times the size of Rick’s, and I was in love. He had every gaming console I could think of, old and new, displayed on the walls surrounding the oversized screen. It looked like several were connected.
“Holy shit!” I said, rushing down the steps of the theater room to inspect all the old consoles. “This is so fucking cool!”
“Do you play?” Asher asked.
I turned and nodded, smiling as I looked at them. They each wore a pair of thin grey pajama pants that hung low on their sexy hips, and judging from the lines in the front of them, no underwear. I felt like that was done deliberately. It took all I had to keep my eyes north of their blatantly obvious—and mouthwatering—endowments.
“What do you play?” Damian asked.
“Mostly first-person shooters. Call of Duty is my favorite. My favorite game ever is Modern Warfare II, but I haven’t played it in years. I like World War II, though.”
“Wanna play?” Damian asked, and my eyes brightened. I felt like if I were in an anime, there would be a giant twinkle in my eye right then.
“Yes! Please!” I clap my hands together, a little more drunk and excited than I cared to admit, though I was certain both were completely visible.
Damian clapped Asher on the shoulder. “Can you get everything set up? I’ll go grab some cold waters. Do you want a beer or anything?”
Asher shook his head. “Na. She had the right idea. I think water for me, too. She took my ass out with that shit.”
Damian rolled his eyes. It was the first time I’d seen him do it. “No shit. Remind me never to trust her with the alcohol again.” He turned and walked away. “I’m just joking, by the way,” he called back over his shoulder. “Next time I have a party, you have to make the real deal. The nasty cooler and all. We’ll prep ahead of time.”
“Deal!” I called back, and he was gone.
Asher messed around with the big screen and the settings while getting everything ready. I sat in the second row of plush seats and reclined.Ugh, it’s so fucking nice,I thought. If I didn’t watch it, I could fall asleep there. It was even more comfortable than my bed.
When Damian came back, we settled in to play Call of Duty: World War II. Damian and I played first, and it was pretty close, but he beat me by a few points. He and Asher played next, and when Asher won, I played against him. We played round after round of Free for All, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had so much fun. It was almost like having normal friends again. It felt good.
A good part of me wished this never had to end.
“I’m fucking starving,” Asher said. “What do you have to eat here? Anything good?”
