Deck and I turned together to face our friends, his perfectly prickly stubble brushing my crimson cheek. I silently caught my breath, touching my fingertips to my parted, puffy lips with self-induced shock and shame.
“Damn.”
“I know.”
Evan and Mia both sounded dumbfounded as they adjusted themselves in the dining room. Evan tucked his obvious erection deeper into his gym pants as Mia straightened her green crop top over her perky chest. Judge helped Shay up from the beige sofa and wiped remnants of a glistening kiss from her bottom lip. Deck lifted me from the bar countertop and gently lowered me to the wooden floor, then he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer.
Although I usually carried the clusterfuck card on behalf of my girls, we were all looking fuckin’ rough. Thin shirts clung wet and wrinkled over their hard nipples, matching the soaked spots gracing my tee. Rough, manly fingers had wrecked our long locks, leaving us facing each other with frayed, frizzy messes. Though my satisfied pussy was returning to baseline, I shifted my hips and casually tried to hide the darkened patch in my leggings. The guys had accepted the assignment, committing crimes of passion over our clothes, but they each left a moist trail of evidence behind.
Mia smiled with rosy cheeks. “Um, Callie?”
“Yeah?”
She gestured to my chest with a circling finger. “I think you have a little situation there.”
“So do you,” I said with a stifled smile. “And Shay, too.”
We reflexively palmed our tits, but Deck graciously stepped in for the save. “Why don’t we step out and give you girls some privacy? We’ll run down to our apartment for a few and be right back.”
“I could use some fuckin’ privacy about now,” Evan mumbled.
Judge darted to the door. “Me, too. Let’s go.”
“Fifteen minutes,” Deck promised.
I dashed to the bathroom the second the knob latched behind them and flipped on the fluorescent light. Shay and Mia practically pummeled me as they vied for valuable mirror space. Fuck, I’d creamed all over my panties, and I would need to decide quickly if I should share that tidbit with my besties. This wasn’t like preview night, when we are all hidden in the tipsy dark, wound up from tonguing each other and watching porn together. I’d just juiced on my kitchen counter with sober Deck supervising my secret satisfaction.
We’d tried to keep the coming on the down-low, but for how long could we hide it? Was Deck leaking to the guys that I’d come unglued?
“Fuck,” Shay groaned. “I looked like I pissed myself!”
“Well, guess the whole ‘over the clothes’ thing was taken pretty literally,” Mia laughed as she pointed to her hardened nips.
I loosened my leggings from my cooch and tried to salvage my image to no avail. “Let’s just go change, at least until we have time to shower. I’m fuckin’ drenched over here.”
We scurried to our spaces, and I used the few minutes alone to sort my scattered thoughts. Would my girls be pissed that I’d succumbed to impulse? Would my stingy achievement jack up the master plan? Deck seemed all too eager to finish me off, so maybe I hadn’t fucked up too terribly.
Decker.
Christ, what the hell would we say to each other?
I snaked out of my dirty threads and yanked a warm blue hoodie over my mangled mane, then hopped into comfy pajama pants. Shay, Mia, and I reconvened in the living room to sort our responses before the boys shuffled back up the stairs.
Shay spoke up first as she settled in her seat. “So, yeah, that was intense.”
“I’m not surprised.” Mia shrugged and fingered her satin black bottoms. “We’ve all been fuckin’ salivating for each other.”
“Could you guys hear me?” I asked with a slight cringe to test the waters. Hell, maybe they already assumed I’d finished.
“I could.” Shay grinned and tucked an ankle under her ass. “It was hot, though.”
“I could, too,” Mia laughed. “And Shay with those prissy fuckin’ whimpers. You both need work on the quiet thing.”
We shared sympathetic scoffs that spilled into laughter. Hell, I supposed it was time to clear this up. “Decker got me off,” I confessed with a hard swallow.
“Nice.” Mia beamed with no concern. “Evan, took care of me, too.” A tall glass of warm relief emptied between my ribs.
“Same,” Shay sighed and adjusted her tits in her soft white nightgown. “I’m relieved it wasn’t just me. Judge was on fuckin’ fire.”
“I mean, I know we’ve gone pretty far in front of each other,” I explained. “This was different, though. Unexpected.”
“Well, we’re sober, for one,” Shay added.
“Right. With the lights on—”
“And it’s a fucking Wednesday!” Mia laughed. “What the fuck?”
We collapsed against the cushions with giggles and smirked at each other in disbelief. Never in a million years could I have imagined us willfully sharing a man. Hell, now we were sharing three. We steadied ourselves into serious mode before our naughty neighbors returned.
“I feel kinda weird,” Shay admitted as she chewed anxiously on her bottom lip. “I don’t know why. It’s not shame, but it’s close.”
Mia met her with softened eyes. “Are you okay?”
Shay nodded. “I just didn’t expect to face them like this. It’s not bad, exactly. I need to process it.”
“I’m a little nervous to talk to them,” I confessed. Mia slipped a hand over my bouncing knee. “I’m just not sure what to say now.”
“I don’t feel awkward,” Mia said, “but I hate that you guys feel that way, and I wanna help.”
“You don’t? Really?” I stared in awe at my bold, beautiful friend. Maybe her wise, wild ways could calm the fluttering in my gut.
“It’s just sex,” she explained with a one-shoulder shrug. “I might’ve been freaked weeks ago, but we’ve come so far since then.”
“I guess you’re right.”
Mia continued with a light laugh. “Think about it. I sucked one of their big dicks on Saturday night, then the dude was right back to studying with me on Monday, as planned.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re better at this than I am.”
Shay still seemed anxious as she hugged a throw pillow over her belly. “What do you think they’re gonna say?”
“Look, we just need to talk to them like we always do,” Mia consoled us. “Maybe this crossed a line. We need to address it.”
“It’s on me, though. Decker asked if he could take things that far, and I pushed for it.” I tucked my hands in my hoodie pocket and slumped.
Shay jumped right in at my defense. “It’s on all of us, Callie. We’re in this together.”
A casual knock interrupted from the front door, and we instinctively turned to greet our guests. Judge’s cheeky smile met us through the crack and Mia waved them in. Evan and Deck circled the sofa, and Judge squeezed next to Shay in our oversized blue chair. While I still hadn’t deciphered the post-preview night cuddling, this pairing was definitely planned.
Evan scooted close to Mia and grinned. “Well, I feel better.”
Fuckin’ dork.
Decker snuggled in beside me and rubbed the knee of my pajama pants, then possessively left his fingers in place. “You look cute,” he flirted under his breath.
I blushed with sudden shyness and looked down at my lap. “Thank you.”
Judge slipped his arm around Shay’s waist. “Wow. That’s all I can say. Wow.”
“Not too bad for a weeknight,” Mia laughed, her playful nature slicing through the unspoken tension.
Decker scanned the room to meet each of our eyes until landing on me last. “How are you girls feeling?”
“Awkward,” I answered honestly. I didn’t want to kill the attempts at a relaxed vibe, but covering my reaction would serve no purpose here.
Judge puckered his bottom lip with sympathy. “Oh, Callie…”
“I feel the same way,” Shay added beside him. “Maybe this was too much out in the open.”
“No mask. No blanket. No door,” I said. “We just went for it. Face to face.”
“I get it,” Evan said. “Tonight definitely hit different.”
“Well, I feel good.” Mia casually draped her legs over Evan’s lap. “But I think we should clear the air so everyone is on the same page.”
“What about you guys?” Shay asked.
“I understand why you’re feeling weird,” Judge conceded thoughtfully. “You left it all out there in front of us.”
“Exactly,” Evan agreed. “I don’t know how I would feel in your shoes.”
Decker stroked my thigh with a slow thumb. “I think the anticipation has been building all week, and it just spilled over as soon as we got our hands on each other.”
“Believe me, when we walked up here with our results, I didn’t expect to be dry humping Shay on the sofa before dinner.” Judge laughed lightly and shook his head at his lap.
Evan met my eyes with concern. “Do you feel weird with us here now?”
“It’s helping to talk about it.” I couldn’t quite explain the innate comfort I felt with these men, even after they’d taken turns with my body. Each momentary panic wilted away whenever we gathered in this circle, and I’d never encountered ease like this. Their deep, gentle voices of patience and authentic expressions of understanding seemed to soothe my busy brain and wringing hands.
“What about you, Shay?” Deck asked sweetly.
“I’m okay. I think it would’ve been hella awkward tomorrow if you hadn’t come right back.”
Facts.
“The last thing we want is to make you uncomfortable,” Evan said.
“I wanted it all.” Mia flashed a radiant smile. “No regrets here.”
“I wanted it, too.” Shay blushed into Judge’s chest. “I got jumpy right after, but I can’t deny how much fun I had.”
“Me, too,” I said quietly as Deck squeezed my knee. “I wanted every fucking second.”
Evan chuckled under his breath. “Even that threesome action, Callie?”
Shay perked up. “Threesome?”
Mia’s head turned on a quick swivel. “Get. Out.”
I shrugged through another round of heat burning my cheeks. “You’d have to check with your boys on that. I was an innocent bystander.” Not that I minded.
“Well, I was having fun with Callie,” Judge laughed and hooked a thumb in our direction, “then this guy walked over and wouldn’t fuckin’ wait his turn, so he got up in there, too.”
“Couldn’t wait,” Deck corrected him.
Fuck.
Shay fanned herself. “That’s fucking hot. I’ve never been jealous until now.”
“How did I miss this?” Mia bitched.
Evan shook his head down at her and laughed. “I was distracting you with my giant rod.”
Yes, you certainly were.
“Can I get a little reenactment?” Mia joked.
Christ, I hope so.
I played along. “Not tonight anyway, but who knows?”
“Well, fuck.” Judge shot Deck a cocky smirk. “That sounds promising.”
Shay shifted in her seat. “So, this entire night seems contrary to why we wanted Three Doors to begin with.”
My wise friend was right. We risked the full fuck level whenever we groped each other, and tonight may have altered our course completely. But we still couldn’t just jump in and start fucking each other regularly, could we? Isn’t that when these “friends with benefits” arrangements became messy? Even if our bond allowed us to curb the awkwardness, jealousy would naturally appear at some point. Plus, I got off on the whole mystery of the game.
“I mean, so much is exposed now,” Shay continued. “What’s the point of all the prep?”
Evan jumped in. “Well, I still wanna do it.”
Mia nodded. “Oh, we’re fuckin’ doing it.”
“I want it, too,” I spoke up. “I think my reasoning has changed, though.”
“How?” Deck asked.
“Well, before, I wanted everything in secret to prevent damage to our friendship.”
‘And now?’
I swallowed hard and offered my confession. “Now, I want it because it’s fucking hot.”
Shay laughed lightly. “I guess you’re right. That’s reason enough.”
Mischief flashed over Mia’s beautiful face. “I hope I’m not being too forward in saying this.” Fuck, was that even possible in this setting now? “I can’t wait to feel one of you inside of me.”
Evan stared down at her with widened blue eyes. “Well, damn, Mia.”
“What?”
“Can we make a promise to each other?” I asked. “No more making out until Saturday. Because if anything comes even close to what happened tonight, I can’t be so sure I’ll stop.” Christ, I was putting myself out there, displaying my desperation to get fucked with a Mia-level flaunt.
“Well, that’s tempting,” Deck mumbled under his breath beside me.
Jesus.
I smiled through the shivers as we all agreed to keep our privates in our pants. I couldn’t help but give each mesmerizing man another inspection as we prepared to part. Judge thoughtfully straightened the cushions and I scoped his cute ass in those loose joggers. Deck stood and yawned with muscled arms over his head, revealing peeks of the godlike physique underneath his tee. Evan offered kind hands and flirty eyes as he pulled Mia up from her seat. Fuck, they were hot. Like next-level hot. How in the hell did I stumble into this scenario?
Deck rubbed his tight abs over the waistband of his loungers. “You girls want dinner?”
Shay shook her head. “Nah. Thanks, though.”
“I need a shower more than food right now,” Mia said.
Same.
“I think we’ll bail on the curtain shopping tomorrow. We’re gonna catch the game,” Evan said.
“So, we’ll see you Friday?” I smiled.
“Definitely.”
Judge let those dimples shine. “How about a group hug?”
“You’re so cheesy sometimes,” Mia giggled. Let’s be honest. We were all pretty fuckin’ cheesy.
I squeezed in between Evan’s hard body and Shay’s soft curves, realizing that my small circle of two best girlfriends was suddenly becoming so much more. We committed enviable, lustful, dirty deeds on these wild nights together, but the respect, trust, and appreciation that followed had to be one in a million. And, speaking for myself, this relationship was filling a void that I never knew existed.
~ • ~
“Mia, be straight,” Shay whispered in a deadly serious tone the next evening. “How much is my cooch gonna hurt during this?”
“Oh, it will be agonizing the first time.”
Her pretty mouth dropped. “Seriously?”
“Hey, you wanted it straight.”
We parked in plush purple chairs at the front of Mia’s preferred salon, waiting for the stylist to call us for our planned pussy primping. I trusted her promise that the result would be worth the hassle, but the anticipation was amplifying my apprehension.
“I just wanna get it over with,” I groaned, recrossing my legs defensively for the hundredth time.
Shay rolled her eyes. “It won’t hurt you as much. You barely have hair.”
“Well, I’m sure it won’t be sunshine for either of us,” I snapped.
Mia rolled her eyes at our whiny antics. “It will be Saturday night, though. Just fuckin’ trust me.”
Ruby, the alleged muff magician, eventually called my name first and ushered me to a room in the back. I watched her scarlet, poker-straight ponytail swing between her shoulders and wondered if she’d dyed it to match her name.
I sheepishly stripped from the waist down and climbed on the cot as she instructed, my heart rate pounding in defense of my privates. I loved my cooch, but I was about to torture the fuck out of her to secure my mystery peen. Ruby had obviously seen countless pussies, but I still felt self-conscious as I sprawled bare before her. She made small talk as she spread the sticky wax over my slit with a thick popsicle stick, then she patted the paper over my precious folds and smiled up at me.
“So, you’re good friends with Mia?”
“She’s one of my best friends,” I explained. “Actually, we’re rooooom — Jesus Christ!” Ruby ripped away my fur as I was mid-sentence. That crazy bitch.
“Oh, you’re roommates? Are you in school together?”
I wasn’t falling for that fuckin’ trick again. “Are you gonna tear that paper away again with no warnnnnn — fuck, Ruby!”
She continued her evil process indifferently with a faint giggle. “You don’t have much hair. We’re almost done.” She added another unexpected tear the second she finished her last syllable.
“I can’t believe,” I panted and wiped my watering eyes, “that I’m paying you for this.”
Ruby offered a deep, genuine laugh. “Oh, honey, you just wait.”
~ • ~
We rode to the department store together in Mia’s little black sedan after our three rounds in Ruby’s torture chamber. The last step of this Three Doors mission required purchasing the perfect window coverings to drape our rooms in adequate darkness.
Two more fuckin’ days.
Shay scoffed from the backseat. “Well, that was hell.”
“I feel all squirmy,” I said, shifting in the passenger seat, “and kinda wet.” Truth be told, my garden felt fuckin’ fantastic after the initial sting subsided.
“That’s the good part,” Mia laughed as she whipped around a corner.
“She got all up near my ass, too,” Shay added. “It was hella weird.”
“Well, yeah.” Mia shook her head at our amateur ways. “You don’t want a beautiful, smooth pussy with random ass hairs hanging there.”
This fuckin’ girl.
“You have a way with words. You know that, Mia?”
“That’s what my mom tells me.”
~ • ~
We were browsing through the drapery department for the perfect window treatment options when a silver-haired clerk approached us. “Hi! My name is Deb. Can I help you find something in particular? Redecorating your rooms?”
Mia grinned. “You could say that.”
“We’re looking for blackout curtains. Do you sell those?” Shay asked.
Deb smiled warmly. “Of course. Let me show you.”
We followed her to a display near the back and thumbed through the sample selections hanging from a tall rack. Mia held a dark panel up to the harsh department store lighting.
“Oooh. These are money. Completely opaque.”
“That brand is one of our best sellers.” Deb beamed with pride.
“We need to make sure no light can come through. No sunlight, moonlight, street light,” Shay specified, listing restrictions on her fingers. “We need absolute darkness.”
The suspicious sales rep glanced between us. “Well, those should certainly do the trick.”
We followed her to the checkout counter after deciding on matching black sets, then she scanned Mia’s package as we fished debit cards from our wallets.
“I feel like I must ask.” Deb eyed our faces with concern and lowered her voice as she leaned over the counter. “You’re not doing anything illegal, right, girls?”
“Maybe in some states,” Shay muttered under her breath. I choked on a laugh and tried to kick her in the shin.
Mia blinked up with those big, innocent brown eyes. “Not at all, Deb. We’re medical students.”
Deb looked relieved and nodded, accepting the bullshit “lack of sleep” implication as a perfectly reasonable explanation. She bagged our goodies and wished us good luck, promising that the curtains would be a dream when we finally fell into bed.
Well, I certainly fuckin’ hope so, Deb.
~ • ~
Friday evening, we practically ran home from campus to begin our weekend. Shay, Mia, and I shared a bottle of sweet white wine and danced around the living room to some of our favorite chick ballads from undergrad. Mia chugged her last drink and offered to pour more.
“Someone’s getting laid tomorrow!” Shay sang into her wine glass microphone. “It’s me!”
“And me!”
“And me!” Mia smacked her ass repeatedly as she returned with a fresh bottle.
“We are such fucking dorks,” I laughed and sipped my refill.
“But we’re ‘young and upcoming, brilliant, future doctor’ kinda dorks!” Shay squealed.
“Cheers to that!”
“And ‘about to get fucked by the three sweetest, hottest guys in the world’ kinda dorks!” Mia bumped our hips with a wild wiggle, the sloshing alcohol nearly spilling from her glass.
The nostalgic song closed with the final notes, and we stood before each other, laughing and buzzing as the next tune began. I held up my drink for a toast, meeting their beautiful, tipsy eyes. “And, most importantly, we’re the ‘best friends sharing the most incredible experience of our lives’ kinda dorks.”
“Aww,” Shay gushed and palmed her chest. “We are.”
Mia cocked her head and smiled sweetly. “I just love you girls.” We clinked glasses and danced away, waxed pussies and all.
~ • ~
After the sun finally set, leaving our apartment decorated with early darkness, we decided to chuck the wine and finalize our fuck venues. Decker called from the front door as soon as I climbed up on my desk chair.
“We’re in our rooms!” I yelled with an overdose of enthusiasm, bubbling with excitement inside to see them again. And maybe touch them again. “Come on back!”
I heard the guys laughing and approaching in the hallway. Shay had just slipped into the restroom after their trademark knock, probably to primp for the dicks, so all three stopped right at my open door.
Judge whistled. “Nice view.”
I balanced my short ass as best I could, trying with outstretched arms to reach the curtain rod high above my head. I peeked over my shoulder and wobbled a bit, but Evan rushed up and steadied my bare legs with care.
Decker laughed. “Are you drunk?”
“No. We just had some wine and danced.”
“Interesting,” Judge chuckled with that charming grin.
I rolled my eyes and waggled a finger. “Not that kind of dancing. We talked about fucking you, though, if that counts.” Deck and Judge raised quick, matching brows before mumbling to each other.
“You guys check on the others before someone falls,” Evan said before looking up at me. “You good?”
I nodded. Fuck, were we about to share some alone time again?
Evan huddled up the boys, then they shared secret laughs and sauntered off in different directions. He closed my door behind him and approached, then turned with second thoughts and clicked the lock into place.
“Callie, Callie, Callie,” he sighed and shook his head up at me.
Oh, those crystal blue eyes. That dazzling, flirty smile. Those shredded, puffy muscles. I tipsy giggled and palmed my mouth. This was about to be trouble.
“Look at you,” he growled, humming with hunger under his breath.
I checked out my curves from my perch on the chair as Evan held my hand. My black tank top had inched up to reveal a sliver of belly, and my plaid sleep shorts barely covered my perky ass. I’m sure the girls were wearing their best sleepwear in anticipation of the visit, but I was comfortable in my plain gear. “I think I look good,” I bragged with the help of my buzz.
‘Yes, you certainly do,” Evan whispered, blinking up at me with shameless lust. He slowly circled in front of me and placed his wide hands on my hips, his thumbs tickling my bare skin above the elastic band. Tingles rushed south, and I rolled my neck in an aroused stretch. “You want me to do it?” he offered.
“Yes,” I moaned, waiting for fingers to breach my panties, then I jerked back to reality. “Wait. What are we talking about?”
“The curtains.”
“Oh, no!” I assured him, laughing inside at my horny diversion. “I totally got this. Just don’t let me fall.”
“Never,” he promised.
Aww.
I freed the curtains and Evan helped me jump to the floor, then I replaced the old sheer white panels with the new heavy black set and tried to climb back up on my chair. He grabbed my ass and boosted me high, then steadied me again as I locked the rod in place. “So much better,” I noted, admiring my work with my hands on my hips. I arranged the drapes evenly on both sides and felt Evan’s thumbs grazing over my thighs under the hem of my shorts. Fuck, I was getting moist. Between the wine, the fresh wax, and his confident touch, it sure as hell didn’t take much tonight.
“Evan?”
“Callie?”
“You’re getting dangerously close to my garden,” I giggled with a flirtatious twirl of my blond curls, then I cocked my head in mock thought. “Well, I guess it’s not much of a garden anymore.”
“Jesus,” he exhaled. “You’re killing me.”
I considered jumping into his brawny arms, possibly causing a tempting tumble back onto my bed, but I hopped down with his help on my best behavior and surveyed my enhanced space. The room was considerably darker, despite the bright overhead light above us.
“I’ll be damned. Deb was right.”
“Who’s Deb?”
“The saleslady,” I explained. “They do work.”
Evan palmed my lower back and coaxed me toward my bedroom door. “Wanna see how well?”
A deep ache of wet anticipation rippled between my legs as I crossed my blue rug behind him. He squeezed my hand, then switched off the lights with no warning and covered us in complete darkness. My heart rate soared as the blind mystery of his next moves settled in the silence. I waited for something, anything, batting my eyes with a fruitless adjustment as breaths locked in my lungs. Finally, he intertwined his fingers with mine and hugged me close against his steel frame. I raised my lips and whispered into the pitch-black between us.
“You’re so bad, Evan.”
“Let’s be bad together, Callie.”
I couldn’t see even his silhouette, but I could feel his heavy, hardening cock brushing against my pelvis through his thin bottoms. He brazenly slid his palms over my ass and rocked my newly smooth pussy against his impressive length. I waited with a combination of guilt and desperation, worried but hoping that his dominant mouth would find my parted lips. I rested my nails on his rippled pecs, finding his excited breaths mimicking the same desire that stirred inside my panties. A loud, evil knock on the door interrupted the seductive moment.
“You two better not be fucking in there!” Mia shouted. I exhaled frustration in the space between us as my pussy pulsed with unquenched thirst.
“To be continued,” Evan whispered with a warm breath against my lips, “I hope.”
