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“You guys really thought of everything,” I wink. “You’re amazing.”
“And, that’s not all.”
“Seriously?”
“Fynn’s cooking dinner,” he tells me importantly. “I’m just the helper. You know I’d burn the house down if I cooked on my own.”
“Sounds about right,” I grin. “Alright then. I shall go enjoy myself, and I’ll see you in a bit for dinner.”
He closes the door behin
d him, and in a few minutes, I find myself sinking into a full bath filled with hot, bubbly water. The feeling is divine. But, it’s not only the bubble bath, and the scented candles, and the dinner. It’s them. It’s always been them.
I glance at the door, hoping to hear their voices from the kitchen, but the door is shut. I still smile, and sink deeper into the water, letting its velvety smoothness enshroud me. After a short while, I wash myself and quickly rinse off. When I walk upstairs to my bedroom, I see a little red dress laid out nicely on the bed. Next to it, there is a little note, with a rose attached to it.
Wear this.
Feeling as giddy as a fifteen year old madly in love, I hastily jump into this curve hugging dress, and put just a little dash of make up on. I walk over to the mirror, smiling. Not only smiling, beaming with happiness. The person looking back at me looks like a completely different person. She is confident. She is daring. She is fearless. She has found everything she has ever wanted in life, and more.
Raking my fingers through my hair loosely and adjusting my waves a little, I walk downstairs. There are pots and pans everywhere, on the kitchen stands, the counters, the island. Fynn is bending over the stove. The oven light is on. When he turns to me, I see he’s wearing an apron, and I can’t resist giggling.
“You guys really went all in, didn’t you?” I walk around the kitchen island, and approach Fynn. “Mmm, you smell like chicken.”
“What about me?” Anderson suddenly closes the fridge door, and he appears again in my field of vision.
He gets near me, and gives me a peck on the cheek.
“You smell like cake,” I smile. “Oh, my god, you guys. You baked a cake?”
“Would be nice, no?” Anderson laughs. “But, no. We just ordered it.”
“Still,” I nod. “You guys are amazing. Putting all this together.”
“It’s still not done,” Fynn tells me, walking over to me, and wrapping me up in a big, bear hug. “You go to the dining room, and sit your little self down. Dinner will be ready in fifteen.”
“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help?”
“No way, Jose,” Anderson shakes his head, then proceeds to push me gently out of the kitchen and into the dining room.
Only then do I see that the dining room has also been decorated. There are candles everywhere, nestled in our old candle stands. I wonder where they found them. But, I’m lucky they did. The curtains on the big window are drawn, the lights are dimmed. There is soft music playing in the background.
“This is absolutely incredible,” I say, as Anderson pulls a chair and sits me down at the table.
They proceed to set the table with a full blown four course meal, and by the end of it, I feel stuffed like a Christmas turkey. But, I know there is something else I want a taste of.
“Follow me,” I tell them teasingly, as I head to the bedroom.
Once we’re there, I point at them to sit on the bed, one next to the other. I play some soft music, and I start undressing for them, seductively stepping out of my dress and letting it drop to the floor. I turn away from them, unclasping my bra, as the straps glide down my arms, and off my perky little breasts. One arm is keeping them from plain sight, the other throws my bra at the guys. Anderson chuckles, and Fynn remains calm, his eyes focused on mine.
Then, my fingers find the thin line of my dainty, lace underwear, and I bend over slowly, bewitchingly, pulling down my panties as I do so. I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve only been with one man before Fynn and Anderson, and the last thing I could ever call myself was adventurous in bed. But, seeing the way they look at me, like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world, fills me with unsurpassed courage and confidence. I want to be everything for them. I want to make them happy and fulfilled in every single way a woman can fulfill a man. Or, two.
I stand up, leaving my panties on the ground. Taking a little sigh of encouragement, I turn around. Slowly, step by step, I walk over to them. I’ve never felt more confident, more desired than I’m feeling now. I help them out of their shirts, out of their pants, until we’re all left completely naked.
I go onto the bed first, making sure to move slowly and deliberately. I prop myself onto my knees, my legs spread wide, giving them a good look of my wet pussy. Anderson jumps at the opportunity as his open mouth flies towards it, but I shake my finger at him.
“I want you to fuck my brains out,” I tell them, biting my lower lip, allowing my cheeks to overtake the color of red completely.
There is no shame anymore, no embarrassment. I know what I want, and I want it now.
