I had been in the apartment for quite a while. Taking care to give myself ample time, I had baked a chocolate cake for dessert, bathed in a soap filled bath after undressing quickly, and cleaned the entire back bedroom. The king sized bed was made up with thick sheets and thin comforters, and I, in an attempt to be romantic, had spread rose petals over the pillows. I only hoped we could make it to the bed.
Sometimes he would get excited and we'd end up making love on the floor of the kitchen. It was sweet, sex with him always was, but it wasn't what I wanted tonight. No, I needed this too badly to let him take me on the cold floor. I knew he did too.
He never failed me when it came to sex. He was perfect in every way. In the bedroom, in public, even at work. A truly flawless man. Well, almost flawless. He had a few things about him I wished he did differently. He could be rough. He never seemed to understand that slow and steady was not necessarily a bad thing. I always took it though, because I loved him.
The day I met him seemed like a lifetime ago. We were in school, both of us, on the green just in front of the library. I was sitting in the sun on the sidewalk with my best friends, Jay and Liesal, undoubtedly dissecting something moronic like the point of life, when he stepped in my light and inquired about the possibility of having Liesal tutor him in philosophy.
Liesal, ever the humble one of our trio, immediately declined, and instead suggested that I tutor him, as I was supposedly much more patient and therefore more capable of teaching.
This was untrue, no one beat Liesal in anything, especially not me. I was smart, but not half as brilliant as Liesal. Jay was incredibly intelligent, though in other areas, and had taught me everything I needed to know about psychology my freshman year. I had convinced myself I would completely bomb my final in that class, but I pulled a perfect score with his help.
In short, my friends were the best I could have possibly asked for, but they were both also gay, and in love with each other. Not that I could blame them, they were positively gorgeous. Truth be told, I adored being in the middle of those two all the time. Whenever they fought, which they rarely did, I helped. And so when this unusually beautiful man stepped up and asked for their help, they glanced at each other, once more at me, and told him they couldn't help, but I could.
He seemed desperate, and he was ridiculously charming, so I happily said I'd do what I could and he beamed with gratitude. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet at the campus cafe next Monday to start. He turned and left, thanking me once more.
And to think I had just gone from hideously single without a chance in the world to optimistically engaged. All thanks to my amazing gay best friends. We parted ways and promised to eat dinner together, and I went on my way, around the shrubbery, skirting past some students seated on the grass and straight into the chest of Eli.
He apologized, looked down at my face, and asked me if I was alright. I had hit him pretty hard and couldn't comprehend why he was wasn't having trouble breathing. I felt my elbow go straight into his stomach. He didn't even appear fazed. That beautiful face of his looked more perfect than ever up close.
I think I fell in love with him a little right then.
He apologized again and followed that with an invitation to have dinner with him. I accepted. I honestly thought he just wanted to get started with the lessons.
I called Liesal and Jay and explained myself. They were fine with it, told me it would be healthy for me to spend some time away from their "constant Granny bickering and get some dick." I needed it, they said. They were addicted to dick, so they probably knew what they were talking about. I was a virgin, but neither of them knew that because I had told them once that I let a guy at high school take mine.
I was nervous about dinner. I realized in my next class that I had no idea what to wear. Eli hadn't even told me where we would be eating. I liked being surprised, but loathed being unprepared. I called in Liesal to dress me, knowing he'd bring Jay along. I needed them both.
A few things about myself: I'm about 5'8, on the thin side without many pleasant curves, and my unruly brown hair always has an abundance of red curls in its midst. Jay tells me I'm an absolute babe, but I don't see it.
My dark brown eyes are rimmed by perpetual black eyeliner, and my clear skin is scattered with immature freckles across my nose. I have way too many ear piercings to count, two tattoos too embarrassing to mention, some of them rather hastily done, and I probably classify as a hipster in several respects. Maybe Eli liked that. Maybe it turned him on. He didn't know I had never been touched. How would he? I certainly wasn't going to tell him. In fact, I made a silent resolution to tell him as little about myself as possible over the course of our dining. I didn't want him to have any leverage over me. He didn't seem like the interested type, anyways.
Jay finally settled on a simple yet classy outfit he conjured from the depths of my wardrobe. It was a sheer button up blouse patterned with tiny blood red flowers that he claimed would draw attention to my fiery hair, black skinny slacks, and white ballet flats.
After ensuring the ensemble was up to par, by asking Liesal of course, Jay insisted I show them what underwear I had on and had therefore planned on wearing. I had been partially unclothed in the presence of Jay and Liesal before, so I exhibited no hesitation in pulling off my fitted Beatles shirt.
I stood for a second, unsure of the possibility of impending scrutiny. I must have stood idle too long, as Jay came up behind me, reached around my trim waist, and unbuttoned my jeans, shucking them off my legs in a single smooth motion.
This was pushing it a little. I had often been topless with them, or at least in a bathing suit, but I had a nagging feeling that more was coming, that I should just expect to feel awkward in the next few moments. I was right.
Taking their silence as an okay on my appearance and undergarments, I bent down to pull my jeans back up, trying to think over the weird tension that had settled in the room. I straightened up to see Jay and Liesal eyeing me like a tiger watching a defenseless child.
Never before had they looked at me with such sincerity, with such ferocity. Jay had the oddest look on his face, accompanied by a heady glint in his eye that betrayed remorse. Why would Jay be resentful? He hadn't done anything to be sorry for. Yet.
Liesal audibly licked his lips, drawing the roaming eyes of Jay to him. Jay knelt beside his boyfriend and nuzzled his abdomen with his lips. Liesal moaned. I started to back away, not wanting to intrude upon what was likely to become a noisy and messy fuck session. I didn't mind that they would probably get cum all over my bedroom.
They never bothered to wear condoms as they intended to marry right out of college and as each of them were the other's first.
I had walked in on Jay and Liesal having sex before, by accident actually, and had stood for several seconds wondering what to do. I knew they had heard me enter, and I kept waiting for one of them to shout for me to leave. It never happened.
Jay had been fucking Liesal with abandon, slamming his well-endowed cock into an eager hole. Though it was over a year ago, when we were sophomores, I remembered it clearly. Jay had been grunting away, and Liesal was rolling his eyes in uninhibited ecstasy, alternating between "Oh Jay, more," and "Harder, fuck me harder."
I remembered the similarities of today and then. That time Liesal had suddenly flicked his eyes open, stared me down, motioned for me to come closer, and pushed Jay off him. Jay looked surprised, then saw me and smiled. I walked closer as Liesal had gestured for me to do, and both of them got up and simultaneously apologized for what I had seen. They were so sorry, they said, that I had to see something like that. I replied that it was my fault, I should have knocked, but they brushed it off with another adamant apology. We had never spoken of it again.
Now, just like last time, I timidly took a step back, heard the floorboards creak loudly, and mentally chastised myself for getting into this situation.
Honestly, I had to get some sense of style.
Both heads broke away from a needful kiss and turned towards me. I murmured a half hearted apology and reached for the door handle. Jay crossed the room in three powerful strides and caught me by the wrist.
"Oh, I'm sorry May. We keep doing this to you. Here, um...just,"
And with that, Jay managed to unfasten my bra and slide down my underwear all in one fluid motion.
"Jay! What exactly do you think you're doing?"
I was stark naked, and hurriedly splayed my hands over my breasts and crouched to cover my pussy. I had not expected this. Liesal hummed in approval and Jay leaned backwards to admire his handiwork.
By this point my cunt was dripping. Apparently noticing this, Liesal slid over to make room for me on the bed. I fell back on the comforter and closed my weary eyes.
"Now May, where's your underwear drawer?"
I heard Jay rummaging through my dresser, drawers squeaking as they were pulled out.
"Ah, here. Mmmm. These will do nicely."
I felt warm hands brush my stomach as Liesal laid the lingerie Jay had picked out next to me.
Opening my eyes, I saw that Liesal had picked up the set of undergarments in order to further inspect them. It was a white lacy thong I had never worn, too thin to provide any actual reassurance, too thin to even hide my lips, the opening of my cunt. The bra Liesal held was white as well, a seductive half cupped thing with no real support to be had.
