by Lane Hart
“Could you hurry it up?” Ty asks me without looking at me. “She’s uncomfortable.”
“God, yes,” I agree.
And a few agonizing thrusts later, I slam inside of her one final time and choke on a groan as my entire body tenses with my release.
“That’s his O face?” I vaguely hear Ty ask Skyler from what seems like miles away. “He looks like he’s having the mother of all epiphanies.”
She giggles, making her pussy contract around my dick again, and I swear I come a second time before I eventually pull out of Sky and flop over on the bed next to her to catch my breath.
Jeez, that was fast but so incredible. Definitely worth whatever ribbing I have to put up with from Ty.
The room is eerily silent before I hear Sky’s sniffles.
Fuck.
“Sky? Sky, what’s wrong?” I ask, rolling to my side and finding her curled up in the fetal position, facing away from me.
Ty’s right in front of her and he brushes her hair from her face while asking, “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
“It’s just…I thought I would be a virgin on my wedding night, you know? Marrying the perfect man and then giving him my…myself.”
Oh fuck. My heart that was already working double time thumps even harder in my chest. I took advantage of my friend when she wasn’t ready. I should’ve known…
“What can I do, honey?” I ask, hesitating before lowering my hand to her shoulder that still has the robe on it. We didn’t even undress her all the way, did we? We just tore open her robe and took her…
“Charlie, could you…could you get me an ice pack?” she asks through the sniffling.
“You want an ice pack for your pussy?” Ty asks her.
“Fuck, Sky. I’m so sorry. I swear I’ll make this up to you,” I say, as I slip off the bed and find my boxers to quickly redress. “I’ll…I’ll lick your pussy and make it better every day for the next week, okay?”
“A month?” Skyler counters.
“Um, yeah. Sure. A month. However long it takes for you to forgive me,” I agree before I hurry down the stairs to the kitchen.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Tyson
“You’re an evil, evil woman,” I tell Skyler after Charlie leaves and before I capture her smiling lips.
“It really wasn’t that bad,” she whispers against my lips.
“I know it wasn’t. I had you soaking wet and strung out good for him,” I reply.
“Yeah, you did,” she agrees with a sigh. “That was…God, Ty.”
The two of us kiss again, this time more urgently. I shove my fingers through her hair to hold her mouth to mine as our tongues get well-acquainted with each other. Shy, innocent until moments ago, Skyler is pulling me to her and making out with me like I’m her favorite person in the world right now and I don’t want it to end. It’s the hottest fucking kiss of my entire life. I need more, though. I need to be inside her in every humanly way possible.
By the time Charlie returns with the ice pack, I’ve rolled on top of Skyler, lost my boxers, thanks to her frantically shoving them down my legs, and my cock is desperately trying to find a new home in that hot, wet spot between her legs.
“You sure you’re up for this?” I ask against her lips, knowing she must be a little sore.
“God, yes. Please, Ty. It hurts being so close and needing more,” she answers breathlessly while digging her fingernails into both of my ass cheeks to try and force me to sink deep to stop the aching, the longing I’m becoming incredibly familiar with at the moment.
“Need a condom,” I say between kisses. “Give me a condom, Charlie.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? She needs time to heal,” he argues.
“Condom. Now,” Sky orders as the two of us continue rutting against each other even harder. I slip a hand down between our bodies so my fingers can play with her clit, making her thrash around underneath me.
“Here,” Charlie says from where he’s kneeling beside us, his hand extended with the foil wrapper.
“Put it on me,” I say to him.
“What?”
“Sort of busy here,” I explain. “Just roll it on me. Please? She’s close. I wanna be inside of her when she comes.”
And yeah, I think my best friend has wanted to touch my cock for a while, so I’m giving him a chance. Nothing too crazy. I’m not asking Charlie to jerk me off or suck my cock, just roll a condom on me so I can fuck the woman he just fucked. No biggie, right?
I know the moment he caves. I hear Charlie tear open the wrapper to remove the rubber. His big, warm hand carefully reaches between our bodies as he tries to line up the circular ring with the head of my cock. It slips away a few times, but Charlie’s determined. He finally hits the spot. Then the hard part comes, unrolling it at an awkward angle up my shaft.
“Yes, yes, yes. Right there,” Sky moans. Damn. I forgot my thumb was still working her needy little clit.
“Hold on, sweetheart. Just…hold on,” I tell her, then, “Hurry up, Charlie!”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I hear my best friend mutter to himself as his fingers roll the condom up, up, up my hard cock until his fingers are circling the base. His grip on me feels…good. Too good. And I’m not sure how I feel about that.
“Make…make sure it’s on good,” I order because I don’t think I want him to stop just yet. Charlie gives me a rough stroke that makes me groan and then another because he apparently likes touching and torturing me. A few more of those and I’m pretty sure I could get off. What the hell is wrong with me?
“That’s good…that’s—” I say before I slam my hips forward, the muscles in my ass cheeks tensing as Skyler screams down the walls.
“Is she…is she okay?” Charlie asks from beside us.
“She’s coming!” I choke out as her snug pussy pulses around my swollen cock.
“Lucky bastard,” he mutters before I focus on the woman underneath me. So tight, and hot and perfect. I love being inside a woman. Pussy is amazing, Skyler’s especially. But apparently, I also like to be touched by a man. Not just any man, but my best friend. Pushing those thoughts aside for the moment, I find a rhythm with Sky as she lifts her hips to meet each of my thrusts, like we’ve done this a hundred times before.
Before long, we’re humping each other furiously to a soundtrack of animalistic grunts. Too soon, my balls cinch up tight to my body, and the pressure builds at my spine. I shout out Skyler’s name as I come, then collapse on top of her when my limbs refuse to hold up my weight any longer.
“Wow,” Skyler eventually says between pants. “That was…incredible. I already feel like…less of a dork.”
“You’re not a dork,” I say into the crook of her neck.
“I am, but it’s cool. At least I’m a dork that’s been with two hot football players. I lose a few cool points since you’re my friends and I’m a pity fuck.”
“You’re not a pity fuck,” Charlie says before I can.
“If you say so. But can we not tell Graham about this?” she asks.
“It’s none of his business,” I tell her as my eyes close, savoring the feeling of being on top of her curves with my content cock softening inside her heat.
“Agreed,” Charlie responds.
“Good,” Sky says with a sigh. “So, um, when are we gonna do this again?”
God, I could already go again, but now she really does need some time to heal. Pressing a kiss to her neck, I say, “Tomorrow morning? As soon as he leaves for class?”
“Deal,” she agrees. “Now, can we have some breakfast? It smells delicious.”
“Absolutely,” Charlie says.
I force myself to pull out and climb off of her, stretching out on the bed.
“And then I’m gonna need to wash these sheets,” Sky says, like we’re her dirty little secret.
Well, I guess we are. I don’t think any of us will want to try and explain this to Graham. Besides, he doesn’t need t
o know.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Skyler
“This morning was amazing, Sky. At least for me…” Charlie says when he comes over and lowers himself down on the foot of the bed. I’m sitting cross-legged at the headboard with my phone in my hand after messaging my father that I’m okay, other than being a little sore between my legs from having sex with two men. No, I don’t tell him that. I told him I had a great birthday, and thanks for sending the documents. He replies and says he has a present for me when I come home. I’m sure he could’ve mailed whatever it is, but is holding it hostage to make sure I do come back.
“Yeah, I mean, I liked it too,” I assure Charlie. “It’s just not how I ever imagined I would lose my virginity, but it was great.”
“You wanted Graham to be your first?” he asks.
“That…that was a stupid, childish fantasy that I held onto for way too long,” I admit with heat burning my cheeks. Are things awkward between the guys and me now? No, not really. Which is a relief. But if I think about what we did together a few hours ago, I get a little embarrassed about how enthusiastic I was. And loud. Wow, I was really loud. But nothing had ever felt so good, even if it was all new.
“It’s not stupid to want someone you shouldn’t,” Charlie tells me, as if he’s speaking from experience. “Our hearts want what they want, right? It’s not really something we get to have a say in.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” I agree.
“Besides, you’re better off without him. Graham’s a good friend, but I think he would only break your heart.”
“I know that,” I tell him. “Still doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try if he actually wanted me.”
“Yeah, I get it,” he replies with a sigh. “So, are we really going to do what we did this morning again?”
“If you and Ty want to, then yeah, I’m in,” I say because it did feel amazing and I do want more. Now that I know what I’ve been missing out on for so long, I crave the connection and intimacy that’s unfamiliar yet phenomenal.
“Both of us?” Charlie asks for clarification.
“Yes.”
“Good,” he says on an exhale that sounds like relief. “I was worried you wouldn’t want to have us both…”
“And you prefer it that way?” I ask.
“Yes, but could you not tell Ty?” he asks, and now it’s his turn to blush. And then I start to put some of the pieces together.
Holy shit!
Charlie wants to be with Tyson. Maybe he’s wanted it for a while and this morning was the first chance he got…
“My lips are sealed,” I promise while miming a zipper across them.
“Great. Thanks, Sky,” he says. “I’ll leave you alone for now, but we’re gonna get back in the car again later today, right?” he asks with a smile.
“Right,” I agree, and then he’s gone.
I go downstairs to check on my chocolate chip cookies that are in the oven and run into Ty.
“Hey,” I say shyly, since seeing him in the kitchen after seeing him naked is still a little bizarre but in a good way.
“Hey,” he replies, brushing his long hair out of his eyes. “Have you got a second?”
“Sure. Let me just pull the cookies out the oven so they can start to cool,” I tell him before grabbing an oven mitt and taking the pan out. “There. What’s up?”
“I wanted to talk to you about this morning…” he starts, leaning his back against the sink counter and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Okay?” I had a feeling that was what he wanted to discuss.
“Are we really going to have a repeat?”
“Yes, if that’s what you both want,” I tell him since I already know Charlie’s opinion.
“Thanks,” Ty says, lowering his arms and his muscular shoulders relaxing. “It’s just, I think Charlie really needs this, and I think he would be disappointed if we didn’t try again.”
“Oh, Charlie would be disappointed?” I repeat.
“I mean, I would too,” he clarifies. “But I think he needs it more. So, if you’re comfortable with both of us, it’d be really great to have another go, maybe make it a regular thing…”
“Tomorrow morning in my bed after Graham leaves,” I interrupt. “See you both there, and we’ll take it one day at a time?” I ask since it’s all a little overwhelming.
“Fuck yes,” Ty agrees with a grin. He wraps his arms around me to pick me up in a suffocating hug before lowering my feet back to the ground. “You’re the best, Sky.”
The best to some, a slut to others. Same difference, right?
…
“I’m really sorry,” Graham says as soon as he walks through his bedroom door later that night. While he was in class, I slept with both of his roommates, and I put his car in reverse and backed it out of the driveway before parking it again. Yay me!
“For what?” I ask, as if I can’t remember him calling me the harsh, derogatory term from the night before, making me cry, never coming to bed, and oh, never seeing me the way I wish he would.
“I yelled at you and said things I shouldn’t,” he replies. “You’re not slutty. You’re the opposite, really. It’s just, I wasn’t prepared to see you in something so…revealing.”
Wow, last night, I would’ve agreed that I wasn’t the least bit slutty and now just a few hours later, after what I did with his friends, I think Graham may be right.
“It’s fine,” I tell him. “I’m over it.”
“That’s really good to hear,” he says, blowing out a breath like he was actually worried I may never forgive him. Does he think I would up and leave him to fail in the middle of the summer session because of one comment? “But could you just do me a favor?”
“What’s that?”
“Could you not wear that bathing suit in front of me again?” he asks, making my heart sink into my stomach. “Not because it doesn’t look nice on you, because it does. It’s just that it’s distracting,” he adds in a rush.
“Distracting?” I repeat in confusion.
“I need to focus on studying and reading, and not girls in bikinis,” Graham explains.
“Yeah, okay,” I agree, even though I don’t quite understand what he means. “No bikinis when you’re around.”
He opens his mouth as if to say something else, but then shakes his head and clears his throat. “Should we get started with geography first?”
“Yeah,” I agree, crossing my legs on the bed to make room for Graham and all of his books he unpacks from his bookbag. “Did you do any reading last night?”
“Yeah, I did,” he answers. “At the library. I fell asleep there, actually.”
“Oh,” I mutter in surprise. “So tonight, you just need to read chapters ten and eleven on the Middle East?”
“Yep,” he agrees. “Midterm papers are due next Friday.”
“So, we’re gonna have a busy weekend,” I guess, which means less time…experimenting with Charlie and Ty. I still can’t believe I was with both of them. My virginity really went out with a bang, that’s for sure.
Grabbing my Kindle from the nightstand, I tell Graham, “Let me know when you’re finished reading and I’ll quiz you before we move on to Sociology.”
“Will do,” he agrees before he stretches out on his stomach across the foot of the bed with his book.
And so, I do what I do most nights, pretend to read what’s on my Kindle screen when really, I’m just watching Graham over the top of it because I can. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing the way his ass fills out his cargo shorts, the way his biceps flex each time he turns a page, or how he licks his lips every few minutes as he concentrates.
I thought that losing my virginity and being with another man, or two men, would make me less attracted to Graham but I guess I was wrong. Now I want him even more.
When Graham looks over at me, I force my eyes to the Kindle before he catches me gawking.
“Does it still smell like sex in here
?” he asks with a crinkled nose.
“Ah…”
“Sorry,” he says with a shake of his head. “I should’ve put in an air freshener or something to kill the smell.”
Great. He thinks the salty, chlorine scent in the room is from his trysts with cheerleaders or whoever else he slept with before I got here a few weeks ago. I don’t know if that’s better or worse than him thinking I may be having sex too.
…
Graham
Does my room always smell this way? Like an orgy? I thought for sure that after I washed the sheets for Skyler before she came that I had gotten rid of the smell of sex. Now it’s strong again, which is not helping me concentrate.
“What’s the capital of Oman?”
And great. There Sky goes again, chewing on her pen top while she waits for me to answer her question. It’s impossible to think when she does that. Instead of trying to explain why I can’t handle her sticking anything in her mouth while she’s looking at me and sitting on my bed Indian style so that I can see her inner thighs, I reach over and yank the pen from her.
“Hey!” she says.
“This is the thinking pen, and I need all the help I can get,” I tell her before I chew on it and try to think back to her question. Come on. I know the answer to this. I just read it… “Muscat?” I guess.
“Yes!” Skyler replies. “Good job. Next…”
Her words are drowned out when she starts tugging on the hem of her t-shirt, lifting it enough to give me a peek of her stomach while simultaneously lowering the collar to reveal more of the swells of her cleavage.
Groaning, I stretch out flat on my back with the textbook over my crotch to hide my erection, and make her repeat the question so I can hear it without looking at her.
We get through eight more questions this way before Skyler leans forward and says, “Are you okay? You seem like your mind is somewhere else tonight.”
Great, now her shirt is falling forward, and I can see straight down to the navy-blue bra she’s wearing with lace around the cups.
