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He leans back on the bed, lifting me high enough so he can open his pants, and from behind me, Matthew runs his fingers through my pussy. It’s then that I feel a finger running my moisture up there.
Oh my God. He’s touching my asshole.
I squeal and squirm, unused to being touched there, and not at all sure I want to be. From the porn I watch, I know ass sex is all the rage. Not so much for me.
These guys are supposed to be all religious and shit. What do they know about backdoor fun?
It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for, my best friend Mandy told me before she got knocked up and had the wind taken out of her sails. They’re the kinksters.
I guess during her short stint as a ‘woman of the world,’ she saw quite a bit of action.
John rubs his cock up and down my slit, teasing and tormenting me, and Matthew massages my back entry. I shift a little, hoping to throw him off track, but he just chuckles.
“No one ever played with your ass, pretty girl?” he asks.
“No. No, they have not,” I answer, although now that John is rubbing his cockhead against my clit, all sensible thought is exiting my head.
In a moment, I am afraid Matthew will be able to do whatever he wants with me.
Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.
While I’m sort-of-not-thinking about this, John positions himself at my opening and slowly slides inside. I have to admit, with Matthew teasing me back there, the sensation is pure heaven. I grind against John and then there is a pop sensation and I realize Matthew has breached me. While it kind of hurts, it also feels wicked and naughty and sexy as hell.
“Thomas, come here,” I say over my shoulder in a breathy voice. “I want to suck you.”
His hard cock is out of his pants in moments and while I’m pegged between both guys, I can reach him when he gets close enough.
We establish a steady rhythm and my ears fill with groans and sighs from all directions. Thomas’s cock slides back and forth through my lips as he fucks my face, and John and Matthew take turns pumping me with their dick and fingers, respectively.
I am bathed in warmth and weightlessness, every movement of the guys sending explosive shudders straight to my pussy where I have come so many times that there’s no longer a start or finish to my orgasm—they are linked as one long chain of euphoric perfection. I am powerful and capable and everything in my life is so complete that at this moment I want to cry because when I do have a moment of lucid thought, I’m afraid I’ll never feel like this again.
At some point, someone tucked me into my little twin bed and when I open my eyes, I see John and Matthew lounging on my roommate’s bed across the room. The music has been lowered and they are talking quietly about some upcoming orientation. Thomas must be the one spooning me from behind, running his fingers down the side of my cheek and stroking my hair.
I have so many things I want to say but I don’t know where to begin, or even if I should begin. The elephant in the room is so evident that no one dares approach it. But if I don’t say something I’m afraid it will soon be too late and I know regrets weigh heavy.
I push myself up on one elbow. “I… I have something to say,” I stumble.
I have their attention now.
“I… I want to tell you I like you. All of you. I know I’m not supposed to, but I do. I’ll be sorry when you’re gone.”
Ugh. Fucking idiot. I don’t think I could have been any more clumsy.
Thomas slides out of bed from behind me and starts to dress. Matthew and John look at each other, then at their friend, like they need to say something and haven’t elected a spokesperson.
And me? Yeah, I think I just fucked up. Should have kept my damn mouth closed, enjoyed these guys for the remaining time we have, and socked away memories of our good times in the back of my brain, trotting them out like you do a photo album every ten years or so.
I get out of bed myself and pull on my jeans and a sweatshirt, wondering if I killed the mood. I’m scared to death to utter another word.
“Welp,” John says slapping his hands on his thighs and getting to his feet. “I have some work to do.”
The other two agree with a chorus of yup, me too, and better get going.
And they’re gone.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I sit on my bed for a while wondering what the fuck just happened, and then thinking, did I really expect anything different?
