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“It looks like a tackle pile-on,” Trevor smirks, leaning over.
“What you mean?” I ask, confused.
It’s a little disconcerting to have somebody sideswipe your vision with a totally different vision, but sometimes really interesting things come out of that.
“I mean, it looks like Spencer missed the pass and got tackled by the opposing team.” Trevor laughs out loud now.
That kind of hurts my feelings. I flinch back a little bit.
“Oh yeah, I can totally see it!” Zeke chuckles, pointing at the screen.
“What are you guys talking about?” I pout.
Spencer loops his arm around my waist and nudges my forehead with his cheek in a kind of sweet gesture. But I am still pouting.
“We’re talking about football,” he explains gently. “See there? It looks like a pileup. Like a bunch of bodies on top of each other.”
“Oh, well, yeah,” I agree awkwardly. “It is that. It is you guys, you see? It’s that first drawing, but bigger. Bolder. Immersive.”
“Wait, are you serious about that?” Diego squints. “Like… is that art? A pileup?”
“Um, yeah. Of course it is,” I answer quickly, gradually catching on. “I don’t really have that perspective because I don’t play, but now that you say that, I can totally see it. It really takes what I was seeing kind of to the next level…”
“So, like, we would be part of the art?” Trevor asks. “Like the football part?”
“Yeah, you totally would,” I agree breathlessly. “Why wouldn’t you? That’s your reality. This is my reality, bringing it into the form where other people can experience it and understand it. Making it, you know… all around them.”
“Sort of like bringing the viewer into the pileup,” Zeke offers helpfully.
“Wow, yeah! Just like that!”
I have to pause to process this for second. I thought I had the whole idea, but I didn’t have that aspect of it at all. Is this what collaboration is like?
I have very limited experience collaborating. My perspective is that other people in teams or in classes don’t pull their weight. If I wanted a project to be good, I was always going to end up doing most of the work. Teamwork, collaboration… Maybe not exactly the same thing.
But here, this is like… a partnership? I bring a piece of the puzzle, they bring a piece of the puzzle, and somehow those pieces fit together?
That’s amazing. That’s astounding.
That is hot as fuck.
Before I know what I’m doing, I am dragging Spencer and Trevor closer to me. I want to feel this pileup, too. I want to be part of it. Trevor smiles as he kisses me, his smile quickly fading into grunts of desire. Spencer nuzzles my ear as he unfastens my jeans and releases them from my hips.
Diego rises from the desk and joins us, and Zeke slides his hands over my tits, lightly twisting my nipples into hard points.
Like a practiced team, they each assume a position around my body, carrying me to the queen-size bed. As soon as I hit the mattress, they are all over me. Hands stroke my thighs, pushing my knees apart. I feel a tongue separating my toes, bathing my feet in warmth while jaw stubble caresses my neck, and a mouth whispers hot messages in my ear.
Twisting and pulsing, our bodies slip over each other. I reach out a hand and find a thick, veiny cock waiting for me. Stroking it curiously, I reach out and find another and jerk them both at once while my mouth is battered with kisses until I can’t breathe.
Spencer grunts out directions to his teammates, making sure that every part of me is attended to. Even bits of me that I never knew needed fondling are stroked into ticklish waves of pleasure. The undersides of my breasts. The backs of my knees.
I hear a murmured command and my knees open wider. A gentle tongue pries open my lips as someone else’s mouth sweeps away my cries of pleasure. There are so many sensations, my body is buzzing with the overload of information. All I know is that every part of me feels bliss and want and my pussy is being eaten until I explode.
When I come, I feel myself lifted off the bed. Fingers fill me, and gentle lips suckle my pearl until I am shuddering, moaning, racked with pleasure.
Slowly, I am aware that they place me back on the bed as the fireworks in my belly begin to subside. Each of my breasts are being laved by warm, loving tongues. It is pure heaven.
Finally I regain the power of speech. When I open my eyes, they are all staring at me again, this sweet pack of expectant wolf puppies.
