For about half a second, I consider waiting outside. But God knows what kind of wildlife is waiting out in the woods. Strangely, I think I’m safer in here. No one is really paying me any attention.
Shrugging, I sit on the floor directly next to the door that we came in through and dig through my bag until I unearth the textbook for my Anatomy and Physiology of Domestic Animals class. Might as well get some studying done. Being a zoology and biology double major is no joke. Most of my time is spent memorizing obscure body parts or bones of animals, or complex chemical equations.
I never leave my dorm without at least one textbook. To be honest, I really only leave my dorm room for class, the library, and meals. And now apparently, bad dates that end with group sex. Never again.
I’m just highlighting a section I’ll need to go back and review when someone’s sweaty ass isn’t thrusting five feet from my face, and I feel someone hovering over me. Staring harder at the page, I pray whoever it is will get the picture and buzz off.
But evidently, he doesn’t get the point.
“So, uh, come here often?” It’s his nervous laugh that does it. It is totally at odds with both the environment we are in and the deep bass tone of his voice. Curiosity wins out.
Saying a silent prayer that he at least has pants on, I peek up at the stranger. And up and up. This dude is huge. Relief sweeps through me when I see his faded jeans and button-down shirt. Then I take in his face and, holy fuck, this guy is freaking beautiful.
Just his face has me more aroused than the room full of people getting it on around us. His smile is awkward, but he has the cutest dimples, a square jaw, deep brown eyes, and dark hair standing up all over the place.
“Sorry, stupid question.” He cringes, which makes me smile. “You probably don’t seek out secret orgies to study at on a regular basis. I was trying to be clever. Sorry.”
My laugh is equally awkward, but it kinda just bubbles out because this guy is standing fully dressed at a sex party, trying to flirt and failing pretty spectacularly. “Actually, studying at orgies is exactly how I study all the time. It is better than using anagrams. Woman getting her toes sucked will now always remind me of the bones of the canine paw.” I try to keep my expression passive as the guy gapes at me, but I fail and break down laughing after a second, and thankfully, he chuckles along with me. “I’m joking. Sorry, bad joke. Um, no, don’t come here often. Somehow the guy my aunt set me up with thought this would be the perfect place to end our night.” I glance around, trying to find Chad, but there are too many writhing people, so I look away. “My roommate is on her way to pick me up.”
The guy widens his eyes, shock and maybe a little hope filling them. “Wow, you win Worst First Date Ever.”
I can only nod my emphatic agreement.
“Any chance your roommate could drive me back to campus as well? I don’t have a phone with me. Name is Spencer, by the way.” Spencer rocks back on his heels, letting his eyes rest on the ground in front of him. Smart move on his part.
“Mind if I ask how you ended up at an orgy you obviously have no interest in without a phone?” The guy seems sweet and genuine, but I’m no fool. I’m not letting a strange man get in a car with two girls half his size until I know a little more.
He groans and rolls his head back on his shoulders, looking at the ceiling, but quickly looks back down when he sees the mirrors. “Long story, but my teammates thought blindfolding me and dropping me off here without my phone would be hilarious.”
“Teammates?” I’ve never paid attention to the athletic programs at our school. I think we have football and basketball? Maybe?
“Yeah, I’ll tell you anything you want to know, but can we please go outside? I think I’m going to be scarred for life if we stay in here much longer.” Is he blushing? I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a guy blush before. It is just about the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
I take a glance around as I climb to my feet, which is the biggest mistake I can make. Right in front of me, a woman is moaning out of control as she takes two guys. One in her vagina and one in her ass. Before I can whip my face around, a third guy somehow climbs into the mix aiming his own dick, but where the hell does he expect that thing to go? The poor woman is already stuffed more than a turkey on Thanksgiving!
I never understood the whole rubbernecking thing, why people are unable to look away from horrific crashes and slow down to get a better look. But I get it now. Because I can’t look away. There are only two holes, and three dicks. How on earth is this going to work? I expect the woman to tell the new guy to get the hell away, but she only nods her head and begs for him to fill her.
What? She’s already full!
Then it happens. He stuffs his dick right in alongside the guy on the bottom, into her pussy.
Whipping around so my back is to the foursome (four!), I try to erase the image of two penises in one vagina from my mind. I can never unknow that.
“Yes, outside. Please.”
