Well, shit was getting real now.
“Tend to our garden?” Shay shook her head in disbelief. “How fuckin’ quaint.”
“It matters, though,” Evan insisted.
“You just need us all to look the same?” Mia asked, hovering on the verge of investment.
Deck shrugged and shifted in his chair. “More like feel the same.”
“Like the same design,” I clarified.
“Exactly.”
Hmm.
Shay grinned right at me. “Speaking of gardens, Callie doesn’t have much hair down there. Just a cute little patch.”
I choked mid-drink on my coffee. These crazy fuckin’ girls.
Mia nodded with amusement. “That’s true. We both saw it yesterday.” The guys swiveled to me with wide-eyed fascination. My girls knew that I low-key loved the attention.
“It’s not as intriguing as you think,” I explained with an eye roll, hoping that my nonchalant words overpowered my blush. “They were both in my room when I hopped out of bed. I forgot I wasn’t wearing panties.”
Decker chewed his lower lip and shifted his focus to Shay. “So, you got a good look?”
They’re just gonna talk about my pussy between bites of pastry?
She nodded. “A few seconds’ worth. I know I have more down there than she does. Mine’s like a little landing strip.”
“That’s fine.” Judge stretched beefy arms over his head with a half yawn. “So, you three just pick a palette that works and roll with it.”
Mia held up a palm. “Well, not so fast.”
“You object?”
She shook her head. “Not to looking the same. Not at all. I just…”
“Oh,” I giggled as she peeked over at me. “That’s right.”
Judge looked between us for more detail. “What? What’s right?”
“I don’t have hair down there,” Mia confessed. You could’ve heard a pin drop. Evan and Judge stared slack-jawed as if she’d climbed on the table and stripped. Decker was about to sip his coffee, but he stopped the cup in mid-air on the flight to his mouth. “What? It’s not a big deal. I just prefer to be bare.” She ignored the dramatic reactions and chowed down on her glazed donut without a care in the world.
“Believe me, I love all brands,” Judge said after a hard swallow, “but bare is next level.”
Decker leaned forward in his chair again. “It’s completely smooth? Like porn smooth?” Mia nodded as she chewed. Hell, I couldn’t fault him for the specific interest. After all, I enjoyed some smooth-pussied smut on occasion.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” Shay admitted after a drink. “I just never had the guts.”
“Same,” I said. Mia had tried to convince us both to take the plunge in the past, claiming that the thrill was next fucking level, but we’d chickened out every time. This could be just the nudge I needed.
Judge was all about the logistics. “So, do you shave it? How often?”
Fuckin’ boys.
“Oh, hell no,” Mia chuckled and waved him off. “My hairdresser waxes it for me. She takes excellent care of my puss.”
Well, damn. Maybe it was time for excellent care of my puss, too. “Will she still do ours?”
“Sure.”
“Well, now we have to make this work,” Deck mumbled.
Shay smacked his arm. “Oh, now we do?”
“Come on, Shay,” Deck consoled with a knee pat. “I mean, no offense to your landing strip, cause I’m sure it’s sexy as fuck, but the thought of you all smooth against me?”
Evan shifted on the barstool and made a slight package adjustment. “I’m gonna have to step out if this line of questioning continues.”
“I wanna try it,” Shay ignored him and piped up. “For the record, though, I like my cooch, too. She’s just as good.”
“It’s your call,” Mia said with a shrug. “I’m sure you’re perfect under there, but like I’ve told ya before, I’ve fucked with and without hair. Bare is so much better.”
The vivid explanation left a dull ache between my legs. “You can really tell the difference?”
She nodded and sipped. “It’s so much more sensitive.”
The brazen, cocky smirks flashing on the guys’ faces proved to be all too fuckin’ cute for Shay. “And what about your ‘gardens’?” she sassed with theatric finger quotes. “You coming to the salon with us?”
A collective gasp from the shocked, sexy men sucked the air from the space. Deck instinctively placed a slow, protective hand over his balls like I was already warming the wax beside the leftover donuts. Judge’s adorable features twitched into pure terror at the mere notion of upgrading his sac. Evan hopped up from his stool so quickly that it almost toppled over behind him.
“Absolutely fuckin’ not,” he refused with a defiant palm push. “Next topic.” We giggled innocently with no intention of insisting on real manscaping. I had no interest in ball action, hair or not, but these hypocritical reactions were something to see.
Judge tried to soften the blow. “Look, it’s different for us guys…”
“Right,” we replied in unison, sarcasm pouring from our amused lips.
Deck, inarguably the smartest brain of the manly bunch, appeared stumped for the first time since we’d met. He stared with stunned eyes at nothing in particular, and I’m pretty sure that a bead of sweat was forming at his temple. Luckily for the boys, we had our own brainiac to step in for the save.
“I’ll tell ya what,” Shay offered with mock sympathy as she cleaned up her chaos, “if you don’t wanna groom your groins, we should at least get a peek at what we’re expected to work with here.”
Brilliant.
My buzzed brain had assumed that they were all packing heat during the dance party, but I wouldn’t mind a closer inspection just to be sure. I mean, hell, why not at this point?
“A peek at what, exactly?” Judge asked, his nose crinkled with confusion. “You wanna see our nuts?”
For fuck’s sake.
The caffeine had trickled south and the urge to pee almost consumed my fascination. But my entertained ass wasn’t going anywhere, though, especially not since we’d successfully turned the tables.
Mia jumped in full force. “At least a puff of pubes,” she explained. “You know we’ll be smooth, but we gotta be sure that none of you stand out.”
I couldn’t argue with her logic, but the irony of today’s developments hit me sideways, and I chewed my lip to will away the humor. Hell, only an hour ago, I’d been concerned about calling them too quickly. Now, we were contemplating a full-blown pubic hair evaluation as they sipped from our spare mugs.
“Fine,” Deck conceded with a lazy grin in my direction. “The girls have a valid point. Let’s show ‘em some fuzz so we can move on.”
This next-level lineup would be something to fuckin’ see. I exchanged wide-eyed excitement with the girls while our guests positioned themselves along the wall. Evan, clearly relieved that his sac was safe from the shears, grinned from ear to ear and lowered his slinky shorts to his love line with no prompting. I selfishly gestured for him to lift the hem of his tee so I could appreciate the full scope of that angled path underneath. The other guys followed suit, shifting their weight anxiously and displaying their carved abs as we tried to contain our thirst. Christ, how in the hell did we get so lucky?
I was no pube expert, but the three tufts of dick decoration seemed similar in thickness and style, at least visually. I was much more interested in the brains and bodies attached to those macho gardens, so I left the potential impact of the fur to be sorted by the others. Mia stepped before Judge and glanced down at his lowered waistband before licking her lips.
“Satisfied?” Judge grinned as he tightened his muscular core with an arrogant flex. Fuck. He looked good.
“You know what I’m gonna ask,” she said with a sexy smirk. “I hope it’s not offensive, but it’s been a while since I enjoyed some chocolate.”
Ahh. We’re getting hella deep here.
“Not at all,” he laughed and gestured to his boys with a head nod, “but I’m pretty sure my patch feels just like theirs.”
Mia smiled seductively and stepped closer with a teasing shrug. “Well, there’s an easy way to find out.”
This sudden, palpable tension between them drew the attention of every eye in the room. I clenched my bare thighs together, hoping to curb both the dull throb downtown and the frustration of my full bladder. They stood close enough to kiss and, if Mia dove off the deep end, I was fully prepared to climb one of the remaining stacks of sex beside me.
“Just how far do you wanna take this?” Judge taunted, gazing at her short shorts with suggestive eyes and wiggling his long fingers. “I’m game if you are.”
Well, damn.
Mia tipped her head back with a throaty laugh, then shoved him in the center of his thick chest. The heavy vibe shifted to light humor as we settled back into our seats, content that the man bushes wouldn’t hinder our progress.
Decker exhaled beside me. “Where did you girls come from? You’re like fuckin’ aliens or something.”
“Right?” Judge chuckled with a slight head shake. “We had no idea.”
I finished my last drink with a flaunt. “You’ve just been working up the wrong women.”
“Trust me,” Evan laughed from his perch, “we fuckin’ realize that now.”
“Girls like to fuck, too,” Shay said. “You think we have any more time or tolerance for a relationship than you do?”
I laughed in agreement. “We don’t.”
“Nope.” Mia licked coffee from her lips. “But we definitely have needs.”
“And we’re here to fulfill those needs,” Judge offered with attractive arrogance. “I hope.”
Evan motioned for us to continue. “Let’s keep going.”
“Are you all socked or snipped?” Shay asked. The guys confirmed their clipped tips, and we moved on. Hell, that was easy.
I looked between my potential fuck partners for additional speed bumps. “Facial hair.”
Decker stroked his scruffy jawline. “I usually shave mine when it warms up in the spring. I’ll just lose it early.”
I imagined the scratch of that beard against my pending smooth slit and immediately spoke up. “What if we want the facial hair?”
Evan rubbed his clean-shaven chin. “I mean, I can grow mine out. Will take some time, though.”
“What do you girls prefer?” Judge asked, leaving the decision to us. “I give zero fucks either way.”
“I love it, especially considering my situation down there,” Mia said, her eyes darting to her puss.
Shay squirmed in her seat. “Right. That could get interesting, for sure.”
“Maybe Judge and Decker can trim theirs to some light stubble, then Evan can catch up quicker,” I suggested. The guys agreed with no gripes, willing to match like triplets just to get in our pants. I lost my thoughts in a daydream of manly scruff, wet lips, and a smooth cooch, crossing my legs tightly together under the table until Shay spoke up.
“We should all go get tested. You know, just to be safe.” Our medically inclined crew offered no objections.
“Well, I’ll just throw this out there,” Judge presented with a hint of embarrassment. “What about your periods? Are you all on the same days?” I held back a laugh.
“We all have an IUD, right?” Mia confirmed. “We should be good.”
“Right. I don’t have periods at all now,” I explained. “And fuck remembering a pill every day with our schedules.”
“Same here,” Shay said. “That’s why I got mine. Hell, even I was missing doses.”
Mia fingered her mug and glanced around the table. “Does anyone like toys?”
I wasn’t sure where the boys stood, but I’d never explored the world of pleasure devices. Mia had bragged about her stash in the past, but hell, I’d only had tame fucks before and never asked her for the details. I was a bit intimidated by the thought, but my sexually curious side waited for the other responses.
“Sure.” Evan grinned with a deviant smile. “I’m down with props.”
“Maybe,” Deck hesitated. “Elaborate.”
“Nothing too heavy. Maybe a vibrator. Cuffs would be too tough to deal with in the dark.”
Oh.
Judge took his turn with the subtle junk adjustment. “Yeah. I’m good with that.” Shay shot me with a sheepish smile. She’d admired Mia’s wild ways with the same inexperienced eyes as I had before. At least we were cruising in the same lane together.
“What else?” Deck asked.
Hmm.
“If we all test negative, are we using condoms?” I glanced around the table to no immediate answers. This may be a topic for debate.
Mia scanned all our pondering faces. “Well, first, can we agree that we won’t be fucking outside of this circle?” We offered an enthusiastic chorus of approval. Hell, why would we need to fuck anyone else?
“And that’s gotta hold up,” Shay added with authority. “No dragging any randoms back to your apartment. It’s us or nothing.”
“Well, the goes the same for you,” Judge said. “Don’t be bringing any fuck boys home.”
Decker chewed on his lower lip in thought. “And I think we should agree that if one of us meets someone for real and we want out, we’re all out.”
Evan nodded. “Right. It doesn’t work without all of us.”
I agreed along with the girls. I hadn’t had decent dick in too long, and I was more than ready to be fucked by the men at this table. I lacked the time and desire to look for love just like the others. No issue there.
Deck circled back. “So, condoms?”
“Do we need them if we’re loyal?” Mia asked.
Judge spoke up. “I lean towards yes.”
“Why?” Deck asked.
He tossed palms. “I don’t know, man. I’ve just always worn one.”
“Is it a trust thing?” Shay asked. “And there’s no wrong answer here, but we need to be on the same page.”
I didn’t want Judge to feel awkward in any way, so I offered a sympathetic smile. “It’s a giant leap of faith. I get it.”
“Okay, think of it this way,” Shay said. “Would you still wear one if you and I were in a monogamous relationship?”
“I mean, I guess not,” Judge conceded. “Not if you weren’t gonna get pregnant.”
“So, it is a trust thing.”
“Maybe it is,” he answered with a shrug. “Hell, I don’t know.”
“This will feel like a real relationship,” Deck said. “I think, anyway.”
“Not much experience in that department?” Mia teased.
Deck flashed a charming grin. “You could say that.”
“I’m okay with no condom if I see papers,” I explained, “but if anyone feels uncomfortable, I’m fine either way. No pressure.”
Evan stood from the stool to stretch, giving us another glimpse of his layers of muscle. “We have time to decide, so let’s table that for later,” he suggested through a yawn. This planned presentation had clearly taken priority over sleep.
“You guys thought of this whole scenario.” Shay glanced between the boys. “Did we cover your syllabus?” They nodded with smug grins, seemingly satisfied with this initial planning meeting.
“We’ll have some logistics to work out, like blacking out the rooms and stuff like that, but we made good progress.” Evan laughed and tossed palms. “Hell, I expected to be slapped across the face, so, all things considered, this went well.”
Decker collected our empty coffee cups and stacked them in the sink, then turned to the table and smirked. “We need a code word.”
Judge nodded with enthusiasm. “Yeah! This operation is definitely code word worthy.”
“Fucking three hot chicks in this orchestrated plan?” Evan laughed. “Yeah, I’d say that’s worthy.”
“And we’re keeping all this secret, right?” Shay asked around the room. “Because you know what the talk would be.”
“I hear ya,” Deck agreed. “Let’s just keep it here. We can always pretend to be dating if anyone catches on.”
“Good. So, back to the code word,” Mia giggled. “That feels so official.”
I scoped the space for inspiration, and the idea clicked when I glanced at our dark hallway. “Let’s call it Three Doors,” I suggested. “That’s normal enough.”
“Three Doors!” Mia’s smile brightened even more. “It’s perfect!”
“Anyone up for some Three Doors tonight?” Evan asked, giving the new name a test run.
Decker snickered under his breath. “I fuckin’ wish.”
“Me, too,” I sighed dramatically. “Grow your shit quick, Evan.”
Judge crossed his arms over his broad chest. “So, what do we do in the meantime? While we’re waiting, I mean.”
“I like Hour of Power. We could fuck around with that on the weekends until Evan hits puberty,” Shay joked.
He shot her a cocky smirk and stroked his smooth chin. “Just wait until it grows in. Maybe you’ll be the first to enjoy it.”
“Touché.”
Mia rubbed her hands together with giddy excitement. “Can we all shop for toys together?”
“Sure,” Evan agreed. “Next weekend?”
“Yeah. I can’t be messing with this shit during the week,” Judge said. “I fuckin’ wish, though.”
“So, it’s class all day, studying all night, and then sexy time every weekend.”
Decker leaned on the bar with a mischievous smile. “If we pull this off, it will be tough to wait between sessions.”
“Maybe, but this semester is already bending us over,” Shay said. “We need to stay on point.” Both Shay and Decker could likely ace each class in their sleep, but I appreciated the dedication to our bigger goals. Nobody needed to exercise extra discipline more than I did.
The remarkable breakfast came to a natural close. Judge and Evan returned their stools to the bar, and Deck bagged the remaining baked goods. I wanted them to stay all day, but I had papers to write and sections to study. I guess space was a good thing for now.
Fuck. Was I missing them already?
Shay batted flirty lashes and toyed with her black pigtails. “Goodbye kisses? Same as last night?”
Evan stepped closer to her with that beach boy swagger. “You just love kisses, don’t you?” He interrupted her eager nod with curled fingers around the back of her neck.
Here we go.
Decker offered open arms. “Come here, Mia.”
Judge extended both hands and tugged me in against his towering body. His sensual, soft lips wrapped over mine, then his twisting tongue taunted me with slow, sweeping laps. As soon as his palms cupped my ass, I dove in deeper, crushing my round breasts against his chest and dragging fingertips through his short beard. After only a few seconds, we found ourselves frenching hard as we explored this deep, newly discovered desire. My pussy moistened with just the hint of the action to come as he explored my every curve. I felt no shame in taking advantage of my assigned time and making my girls wait for their turns, but a naughty, hidden side of my soul was desperate to peek as each matchup groped and licked. We finally broke for breath, only to find the other four finished and waiting. Shay fanned herself and blasted me.
“Damn, Callie. Just take his pants off right here. We’ll watch.”
“Hell, I’m down,” I laughed.
“I don’t think so.” Evan approached aggressively, and my heart fluttered as he backed me against the table’s edge. I lost track of the others when our tongues collided in a wet, hot mess, both of us moaning as we shared steamy air between our lips. He held me high, palming my ribs with his warm hands, and my nipples hardened as his thumbs massaged with demanding, hungry strokes.
Motherfuck.
Decker was waiting patiently for me when Evan eventually shifted away. He stepped into my space and placed a gentle hand on my hip. “You like slow kisses?” he whispered, his fingers toying under the hem of my sweatshirt.
Fucking fuck.
Breathe.
“I think I’ll like all your kisses, Deck,” I flirted as my cheeks pinked.
He lowered his mouth to mine and teased me with his steady, winding tongue, but I immediately demanded more. I tried to deepen our dive, digging my nails into his tee-shirt and gently clawing at his pecs, but unlike his sidekicks, he resisted.
What the fuck?
“You don’t wanna kiss me?” I blinked up with an awkward cringe.
Deck pulled back those smirking lips, then lightly laughed at the frustration flashing across my face. He released my waist, pushed my blond hair to the side, and left a seductive whisper against my ear.
“Kissing is one thing, Callie,” he said, exaggerating each raspy word, “but I absolutely cannot wait to fuck you.”
God.
He blew a hot puff against my jawline, then turned back to the group with a smug grin. “You guys ready?”
I stood there, subtly catching my breath and tingling in all the right places, the wild combination of all three kisses coursing through my veins.
“You okay, Callie? You look a little flushed.”
Fucking Shay.
“I’m fine.” I blew her off with a wave. “Just taking it all in.”
Mia continued the loving roast. “She’s gonna run in her room and throw off her panties again as soon as you guys leave.”
I finally had the perfect reply after my hurried primp session this morning. “That would be true, but I’m not wearing any.” The guys swiveled to my blushing face. Evan whistled under his breath, and Deck chewed on his lower lip, both scanning my shorts for confirmation.
Judge simply shook his head at our antics. “You girls are too much.”
~ • ~
“I need to write my paper, but fuck, I can’t think straight.” I crashed back against the sofa with a bewildered sigh, wishing I could hear the analysis taking place a few floors below. “This is unbelievable.”
“So, is it gonna work?” Shay asked as she parked next to me.
“Probably not, but we have to try for it to fail.” Mia shrugged over us. “At least we’ll get pounded for one night.”
I fidgeted with the hem of my sweatshirt and sighed. “They’re our closest friends. What about the fallout if this goes south?”
“The risk is there,” Shay said, “but we trust them. That counts for something.”
“And we all want fucked,” Mia reasoned with tossed palms. “It’s better than some random.”
“True, I guess.”
Shay’s brows furrowed at me with concern. “Hold up. Are you having second thoughts?”
“After all that? Hell no! You know how my mind works. I’m just flooded over here.”
In more ways than one.
“Well, let’s hit a hotter topic.” She crossed a leg underneath her ass and lowered her voice like the guys were in the next room. “Who do you think is the best kisser?”
Mia answered right away. “Evan. He takes control and I fuckin’ love that.”
Shay nodded. “I love how Evan touches me, too. But Judge? With that tongue? Like fuck.”
I recalled each man sliding curious hands all over my body as my lips danced with theirs. Hell, I found myself surprised that my buds even considered a contender at this point. “I don’t have a favorite kiss at all,” I admitted honestly.
“How can’t you?” Shay asked.
“It’s not like we’ve kissed them enough to distinguish,” I said nonchalantly. “They’re all fuckin’ fire. That’s all I know.”
“Well, no matter what happens, we have to stick together. If anything messes with this,” Mia explained, motioning with a circling finger, “we end it.”
I nodded. “Absolutely.”
Shay jokingly dismissed us. “I’d give at least one of you up for really good dick. Maybe even both.” I scowled and smacked her perfect fucking pigtail with a throw pillow. “Okay, okay,” she laughed and batted me away. “We come first.”
Mia checked her cell screen and sighed. “Time to hit the books, ladies.”
I shuffled to the kitchen for a bottle of apple juice and then assumed the position at my bedroom desk. Before I typed even the first word of my paper, Shay cracked the door and poked her head inside.
“Yes, dear?” I smiled.
“Make sure you set an alarm.”
“Alarm? For what?”
Shay covered her giggling mouth. “Your finger fuck breaks. Don’t want ya to lose track of time.”
This girl.
I sarcastically flipped my blond hair from my shoulder. “You’re obsessed with me.”
She shrugged with a sneaky grin. “Maybe I’d like to watch at some point. I could learn a thing or two since you seem to be an expert.”
I lovingly rolled my eyes. “Get the fuck out.”
