So I matched with a chick at work and so far she'd been down to my office and sucked me off twice. The last time, she'd suggested that maybe we shouldn't have sex at work, so I've been thinking about it.
I hadn't been hooking up as much, and the guys I live with seemed to have picked up on it and they'd asked me about it. I'd told them about her, and even showed them her profile on Tinder and the picture she sent me of her in the bath, wearing just foam to cover her up.
They really liked her profile, and it made it sound like she'd be up for some proper adventures. I thought that maybe I'd suggest that.
I see her most days when I drop off her mail, but this time I stopped by her desk.
"Hi," she said, maybe a little vaguely.
"Hi," I replied. "I keep thinking about those large package deliveries."
"Uh huh," she said, blushing slightly.
"And I showed my room mates your pictures, and they think you look really pretty."
"What pictures?" she asked, sharply.
"Just the ones on your Tinder profile, and the one you sent me of you in the bath."
"I'd rather you keep that one to yourself."
"Don't worry," I said, "nobody here will ever see it."
"Uh huh."
"Anyway," I said, "I know you said that here isn't the best place for a rerun."
She nodded in reply.
"So I was thinking maybe you could come over and meet the guys, and maybe we could have a rerun there."
"How many guys are we talking about?" she asked.
"Oh," I told her, "there's only three of us in the house."
She took a few seconds, then said "OK, send me your address and we'll set something up maybe one evening."
I gave her a big, happy smile and carried on my way. When I got around the corner, I stopped and texted her my address, and:
Tomorrow?
She replied:
OK
At home, I talked to Kyle and Stan and told them that Sue was coming over and that I'd told her they were going to be there, and there was a chance that she'd be up for a gang bang. They seemed enthusiastic about that, and we'd left it at that when I went to bed.
At work, Sue didn't look like she'd dressed any differently. When I dropped her mail off, she said she was looking forward to the evening.
At the end of the day, I rushed home to have a shower and make sure the house was tidy. Ish.
I almost lost my shit when Kenny and Eric were there. I suggested they, you know, fuck off, but Kyle and Stan were adamant that if I could have guests, they could have guests. I told them that if Sue decided to leave, I was going to be pissed, and if she'd rather have just the two of us in my room, I'd do that.
I stomped off and had a quick shower and got my room tidied up by pretty much kicking everything under the bed, just in case.
Downstairs I pulled the drapes so nobody'd peer in and see what we were doing. If we did anything, of course.
I waited by the door for her to arrive, and when I saw her get out of her car, I told the guys to be cool and not fuck this up for me.
She knocked on the door and I yanked it open. She was wearing a short white skirt, a blue and green shirt and tennis shoes. So I guessed it was a tennis skirt. Her hair was tucked under a baseball cap.
"Hi!" I said, stepping aside. "Come in."
She came in and I closed the door. I saw her looking around, nervously, and seeing the guys. All four of them.
"Uh, Philip, this isn't what I signed up for," she said.
"Your profile says you like cock," said Eric. Eric can be a dick at times.
