“Are you serious?” he asks, surprised.
I laugh out loud. “Um, no. Don’t get your hopes up on that one, big boy.”
“That’s okay. I’m sure we won’t need other people to keep us happy. I’ll keep you satisfied.”
“Oh, really? Confident much?”
“Very. Now, read.”
“Yes, sir.” I laugh before inhaling a breath, and then I start to read.
I sit quietly, shocked at where I am, hoping I don’t look like the most prudish virgin, sitting here by myself.
I’m both very thankful and extremely upset with this rule telling me I can’t join in. Then, I wonder,How is it that I can be both upset and thankful for the same rule?If there wasn’t this rule, could I really just walk up like Becca did and join them?
The answer is no. I couldn’t.I’d never have the guts to do that.The thought saddens me more than I’d like to admit.
What am I even doing here?
I bring my fingertips to my mouth and start to slightly tug on my lower lip when I suddenly feel the heat from someone sitting next to me. When I turn, I see it’s him. Eros. And he’s alone, next to me.
Where did the other woman go?
I drop my fingers from my lips and start to play with the straw in my drink, looking forward, watching the show unfolding in front of me.
There are three guys and three girls. Two of the girls have been stripped of their clothes and are starting in on one of the man’s clothes. Becca is lying down on the bed. One man is stripping her clothes while she already has another man’s dick in her mouth. She’s up on her elbow, leaning to the side, working his dick between her lips, as the other man finishes taking off her skirt.
She’s completely naked now, and the man leans in, licking her folds. The familiar ache between my legs heightens as I continue to watch.
I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Right in front of me.
“And I can’t believe you were actually reading this,” Drew interrupts with a laugh. “I knew you were my dream girl, but damn, you just upped that to a level I hadn’t known existed.”
“Dream girl?” I ask breathlessly.
“Very much so. Now, keep reading.”
I reposition myself before I begin again. Reading this and then hearing him call me his dream girl are doing some crazy things to my insides. I’m dying to touch myself, but I fight it off as I continue.
I close my legs tightly, shifting in my seat, trying to ease the need I feel.
Heat starts to overwhelm my body, and I realize it’s Eros; he’s sliding closer to me, pushing his body against mine. A shy smile slips from my lips before I turn my attention back to the scene.
Becca is still on her back, but now, a female is straddling her face, and the guy who was licking her before is now doing her slowly as he watches her devour the female. My vision locks on him as he slowly pushes himself in and out of her while she licks the woman she doesn’t even know.
I’m shocked.
I’m mortified.
I’m more turned on than I have ever been in my entire life.
“Yeah, right there with her right now. How is that even possible?” Drew asks. “Please tell me you are too.”
I let out a shaky breath, not able to answer him.
“Yeah, you are. What happens next?”
I continue.
