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There comes a time in every girl’s life when she has to ask herself a very important question: what are you willing to do to achieve personal growth and happiness?
While I can’t speak for everyone, I’d have to say that the answer is standing right in front of me in the form of three of the most delicious looking men in all of the city. Making the moment even more perfect is the fact that they all want me as much as I want them.
After our encounter in the bathroom, I expressed to Niles that I wanted to give the threesome the old college try, see what all the fuss was about. And by “fuss,” I mean that it seems like everyone and their grandmother—not an exaggeration in the least—seems to be into multiples these days. There must be something to it, right?
So that’s how we came to be here, in the guest bedroom, buck naked and standing in front of one another in a loose circle that reminds me of something out of The Craft, as if we’re about to conjure up some ancient energy that will give us our every heart’s desire. “Whatever you send out, you get back times three,” I think to myself, a smirk coming across my face as I think of the movie quote and how applicable it is to my life at this very moment. Whatever I’ve done in this lifetime, I must have been a very good girl.
“I feel like I’m back in high school,” Shane comments, holding his package in both hands, as if he’s nervous. It’s a cute look on him.
“You mean when the prettiest girl in school finally decides to talk to you and then you don’t know what to say?” Dean asks rhetorically. “Yeah, I hear ya.” He’s standing in much the same position as Shane, except he’s wearing a giant smile, as if he’s both nervous and over-eager to get the show on the road.
I, on the other hand, don’t bother with nerves. I’ve already given Niles a full frontal, and getting dressed in any way at this juncture didn’t seem logical, considering my decision, which is final, so I’ve decided it’s best to just put it all out there.
Judging by the difficulty the guys are having hiding their giant hard-ons, I’ve already accomplished the biggest hurdle: turning them on with my looks alone.
They’re just as desperate to get started as I am, except, from my understanding, they’ve been down this road before. I don’t have the first clue where to start.
“Well,” I say with a little sigh, “how do we do this?”
“However you want to, toots,” Dean says and winks at me.
Toots? I raise an eyebrow at him. “You’re the experienced ones. I don’t where everything goes.” Or how it’s all supposed to fit. Do we take turns?
“Just do what feels good,” Shane speaks up, making the first move toward me. In doing so, he releases his cock, which springs forward like an arrow aimed straight at me. I swallow hard because it’s large and in charge and definitely not what I expected.
Good things Niles already primed me. While I can still feel him everywhere in the form of little aches, I know I’m better off for them. These guys are going to give me a run for my money, that’s for sure.
“Personally,” Shane says as he comes to stand in front of me, the tip of his cock nudging my mound while his hands reach out and his fingers trace light circles around each of my nipples, causing a cold chill to race through me and straight to the point of contact, hardening them into stiff, aching points, “I enjoy coming in the back door.”
The double entendre isn’t lost on me, and I flush a bit because I’ve never, and I mean never, allowed anyone access there. But what did I expect? Three men and only so many options available, of course that was going to be one of them. Surprisingly, as Shane moves around behind me, dropping his head to lick a wet path from my collarbone to my shoulder and around to the top of my spine to allow Dean to approach, I find myself more curious than repulsed by the idea.
Life is all about trying new things, right? And I want Shane—any way I can get him.
I spot a wolfish smile on Dean’s face as he scans my form, zeroing in and lingering down south, and my belly quivers. My gaze flickers to Niles, almost as if to ask if my reaction to all of this is okay, but of course it is. It was his idea, and I find him standing just out of reach, watching all of our interactions with an almost analytical expression. Is he waiting to see how well all of this plays out before he joins in, or is he planning on sitting this one out since he already got his rocks off?
Dean skims his hands down my sides, and I shiver at his touch. Just like Shane, his cock reaches out to touch me too, spreading a line of wetness across my lower stomach, exposing how much he wants me. In response, I feel the collection of moisture between my thighs spill free, trickling slowly down my legs.
“I’m going to wreck you,” Dean growls, his fingers reaching my nipples at the same time and pinching them, hard. I give a small yelp of surprise and pain, and when I look up at him, Dean bends down to give me a sweeping kiss that fuels the fire smoldering inside of me. Like a wildfire, all it takes is that small spark to set off the inferno, and once again I’m burning up.
Stoking the fire, Dean glides one large hand between my legs and hums his approval when he finds how wet I am. “She’s dripping, boys,” he announces, and my cheeks heat once again.
“Maybe we should do something about it,” Shane suggests, and the low timber of his voice from behind me does something to me that cannot be explained.
My eyes grow heavy as Shane and Dean sandwich me between them, and, not wanting him to be left out, I reach out and extend my hand, which Niles takes, and before I know it, I’m entering a world of pleasure so acute, I wonder how I’ve lived this long without it.
***
Ass up and face down, that’s Shane’s preference. Which works well considering Dean prefers the same, since he likes to be sucked off rather than do any hard labor. And Niles? He’s content with taking whatever is left. He’s a real team player, I notice, as he circulates around his friends, easily filling any gaps—pun intended—as they become available.
“That’s right, little girl,” Dean growls, using the back of my head to shove my face deeper into his crotch until I’m choking on his hard length, “eat that dick.”
He’s a potty mouth, prone to talking throughout sex as issuing commands as if’s a peewee football coach or some such.
“She likes it when you talk dirty,” Shane tells him, exposing my truth. I do like it, and he knows because every time Dean says something nasty, my insides clench, which I’m sure Shane can feel, since he’s been buried inside of me for the better half of two hours.
Seriously, where do they get the stamina? I’m worn out, and I get the feeling this isn’t even halftime. And now I’m making football analogies. Lovely.
