“Then why stop?” Jackie’s confidence spilled over into me. “Seriously, life is short. No point if you’re not living it.”
“I mean…” I waited for a second, wondering if what I was about to say would sound completely insane or not. “I’ve been thinking. Maybe I should just date all three of them. If I can, I don’t want to be forced to choose.”
“That’s the spirit!” Jackie’s eyes lit up, and it looked a little like she was living her dream through me. “I’ve wanted a bit more excitement in my life, but you? You’ve hit the jackpot here. Don’t let it slip through your fingers. If they all want you, and they can actually share you, then I don’t see why not!”
“You’ve got a point,” I agreed with a firm, decisive nod. “I won’t know if I don’t try.”
“Can I get you something to eat, or do you want the bill?” The waitress’ arrival momentarily interrupted our chat, but it gave me a moment to consider what we’d been talking about.
If it was really possible to have my cake and eat it too, maybe it was a chance worth taking.
By the end of my lunch with Jackie, she had me convinced that my dream could become reality. I left the coffee shop with my heart much lighter and the future looking bright. I headed straight home, thinking that I needed to consider my game plan.
When I pulled into my driveway, I stole a glance at the station next door. The engine stood in its place. I thought of stopping by, but decided against it. I’d see one of them soon enough, and hopefully, I could have that world-exploding pleasure again.
The thought alone was riling me up. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to focus on anything else if I didn’t get some kind of release.
Inside, I locked the door and placed my keys on the counter before heading straight upstairs to my shower.
Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.Ash’s voice echoed in my mind, the sensation of him exploring me while I sat on his bike running through my body.
I think I’m going to take my time with you.Beck, standing next to Ash in my fantasies.
You feel incredible.Calder, completing the perfect trio.
Outside of the shower, I quickly undressed, before getting in and turning the water open wide. As the water ran over my body, I could imagine it transforming into their hands, their fingers, all exploring me at the same time.
All three of us?I imagined Beck saying as he kneeled in front of me and pushed my knees apart.You’re brave, aren’t you?
Wild,Ash’s deep growl as I thought of him kissing me, with Beck’s tongue exploring.
We’re going to make you come, again and again,Calder’s stoic firmness as he stood beside me in my mind, letting me take his hardness in my hand.
In reality, I leaned back against the shower wall, and let my own hand travel down my stomach. I felt myself; already incredibly wet, ready for what would come next.
As I started moving my fingers in circles, the guys were all still in my fantasy, each exploring a part of my body. All of the attention was on me, and I drank it in like fresh water in a desert. I could imagine how each one of them felt inside of me, how they felt in my hands, how their skin felt against mine.
I was breathing hard, my legs spread as much as they could be, my back pressed hard against the shower tiles. The shower water crashing over me was intensifying the experience, and my fantasy dipped into it.
I imagined standing under a waterfall, with each of the men taking a turn to kiss me, to touch me, to be inside of me. Calder, powerful but reserved. Beck, carefree and fun. Ash, intense and passionate. Each one had his own strengths, his own way of getting me over that edge.
All together, I couldn’t imagine how incredible the experience would be. But I knew that I wanted to find out.
The fantasy escalated, and I sped up the movements of my fingers. I had my eyes closed, seeing each of them in my head, and I knew I wouldn’t last very long.
I leaned into it, adding more pressure, thinking of their eyes, their mouths, their bodies. How deep they could each get into me, howrightit felt to be with each one of them.
“Oh, god,” I whispered as I came, harder than I ever had before in a solo session. I had to take more than a minute to simply catch my breath and get my head back in the real world. Theintensity of it all surprised me. Usually, a DIY-moment would take at least twenty minutes, and it would be a mechanical process.
It had never felt like this before, and I thought of doing it again.
Then my phone buzzed from its spot on the sink outside of the shower. I couldn’t see who the text was from with the steam and water on the door, but it did somewhat break the trance I had put myself in.
I cleaned myself up and got out, thinking that I might go for another round later in the evening. I took my time getting into my pajamas before I checked my phone.
The first thing I noticed was that the message was from my mom. I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t one of the guys, but simultaneously, I was curious. My mom wasn’t the biggest texter; she preferred calls if she wanted small talk.
Then, I checked the message.
