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I kiss her nose. “Nope. I think they’d be madder if I didn’t seal the deal. We played a pretty intense game of rock, paper, scissors over who got to be the final date of the day.”

She pretends to be offended, tapping my chest lightly. “So the plan was always to seduce me,” she gasps, mouth popping into a perfect ‘O’.

“Can you blame me?”

“No, I’m glad you did. I think I’m ready… for all of you now. Or should I have some… Erm…” Tori clears her throat. “Alone time, with Flint first.”

I chuckle, finding her desire to be fair and navigate this relationship equally adorable. “I think you should do whatever you want, whatever makes you more comfortable. I’m sure Flint wouldn’t object to some alone time, but whether that comes before or after, he won’t mind.”

She nods, considering my words. Then she smiles at me, her face lighting up beautifully. “How did I get so lucky?” she asks with a wistful smile.

“I was just asking myself the same thing.”

Chapter 16

Tori

I told the guys I am ready for them this morning. I want us to take our relationship to the next level and have sex. All of us. At the same time. It’s a daunting prospect and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. Yet I know the guys will go at my pace, that I’m the one in control. They warned me it would be intense, that maybe it would be too much, I’m still relatively inexperienced after all, but I’m determined that this is what I want.

The anticipation was almost unbearable as I tried to make it through work today, knowing what was about to happen tonight. Now I’m finally ready, the guys are waiting for me in the living room, and I’m worried I’ve made the wrong decision. Not that I don’t want it, I do. But what if I’m bad? What if I can’t satisfy them? What if they’re disappointed?

I study my reflection, turning this way and that as I scrutinize everything I don’t like about my body. There’s no hiding in the skimpy lingerie set I bought for the occasion. I feel exposed, like every imperfection has been laid bare.

I need to stop thinking like that, stop viewing my body the way my father taught me to.

I force myself to find things I like instead.

I like my narrow waist, the hourglass shape it gives me, highlighted by the garter belt I’m wearing. I like my voluminous hair, the way it frames my face and falls just above my breasts. My boobs look good in this bra; it holds them up, pressing them together into an impressive cleavage. The lace panties I’m wearing are cut to make my ass peachier, more rounded. The black stockings and heels make my legs look slimmer. It might be overkill, but I don’t look bad. It’s just not something I’ve ever worn, that’s why I feel self-conscious, I tell myself.

There’s a knock at my door, timid, nervous. “Is everything okay in there, Tori?” Cyrus calls, concern lacing his voice.

They’re worried I’ve changed my mind. If I don’t act now, my chance will slip away. They’ll think I’m not ready.

“Coming!”

I take one last look at myself in the mirror with a deep breath, before spritzing myself with perfume and walking out of my room.

Cyrus’ jaw drops when he sees me. “Wow… you look incredible,” he says, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he takes me in.

It gives me enough confidence to banish some of my reservations. I take his arm, and we walk to the living room together. I feel like a newborn colt in my heels, but if Cyrus notices, he doesn’t say.

“I feel kinda silly,” I admit sheepishly.

He shakes his head, cupping my chin to make me meet his eyes. “Don’t. I just wish I’d dressed up or something,” he adds, gesturing to his clothes. Cyrus is in his usual casual clothing: sweats and a t-shirt.

“It’s okay, I’m pretty sure there isn’t a male equivalent of lacy lingerie,” I remind him with a laugh. “Besides, I aim to have you all naked shortly,” I purr, feeling emboldened.

Cyrus grins back at me wickedly.

Flint and Hunter are waiting in the living room, hovering nervously. They’ve lit the room perfectly, creating flattering low light, and set up an area by the couch with cushions on the floor, with enough space for us all to move freely and comfortably. Part of me wanted to spring this on them as a spur-of-the-moment thing, but now I’m grateful there was some planning. It helps me feel less anxious and more in control. It also helps that the guys are looking at me like I’m a delicious meal they’re ready to devour, or a present they want to unwrap.

“Fuck me,” Hunter growls.

“You look… wow…” Flint says, lost for words.

I blush, glowing in their praise. Cyrus and I walk over to join the others, and there’s a brief moment of uncertainty. I guess they want me to take the lead, but I’m too nervous. I want this to happen, I need this, but my confidence isn’t quite there yet to command three men to pleasure me, as much as I want to.

Thankfully, as always, Flint takes the reins with a confidence that puts me at ease. “Come here,” he tells me softly. He looks into my eyes, searching for signs that I have changed my mind. “Ready?”