One Wednesday night during my freshman year of college, my phone rang around 11 pm. I sighed and checked the display, annoyed that anyone would call me so freaking late. I saw Dean's name flashing across the screen. Instantly my attitude changed and butterflies flew into my stomach.
Dean Aragon. Yeah, I had feelings for him. Sexual feelings. If I was being honest with myself, my feelings for him were complicated. He was my ex-boyfriend... my friend... my fuck buddy... my lover... and so much more that I couldn't put into words. Like I said, complicated. But the fact of the matter was my feelings weren't going anyway anytime soon.
"Hi Dean," I whispered, trying to stay quiet. My cousin Samuel, who I lived with, had really early morning classes and I didn't want to wake him up.
"Hey, Lila Reed," Dean responded quietly, mirroring my whispering voice and using my middle name, his pet name for me. "I'm at the frat house with Kevin. Come hang out with us!"
He sounded mischievous and like he was intoxicated in some way. The university was a good 20 minutes away from my condo if traffic was light. I checked my phone and saw that by the time I got down there, it would be almost midnight.
"Dean, I have class tomorrow at 9:00 in the morning," I protested, feeling guilty that I could even think about turning him down while deep down inside I knew my protest was weak.
"Come on, Lila," Dean cooed to me, his voice like butter melting over me, not stopping until it dripped between my legs, the warmth waking me up from upside. "It will be worth it, I promise."
"What do you mean?" I asked feigning innocence, trying to pretend his deep voice didn't affect me the way it did. I tried to catch my breath.
"You know what I mean," Dean replied. I was wet at the thought of what he had in mind.
"Ok," I breathed as a shudder ran through my body. "I'll be there soon."
"Good," Dean said and I could hear the smile in his voice.
I said goodbye and was about to hang up when I heard Dean's voice again.
"By the way, Kevin is down in the dumps. He's having a bad week. I told him you might be willing to cheer him up. You're into that, right?"
"What exactly does my cheering him up entail?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
My excitement began to morph into apprehension. Dean had been trying to talk me into a threesome for a long time.
"Come on, babe, we've talked about this before," Dean tried to reason with me. "You know how much it turns me on thinking about watching you with my friends. What better time to finally let it happen?"
I thought about it silently, my anxiety growing; at the same time, I was extremely turned on. My emotions were so conflicted I couldn't speak. My panties were getting wet as I sat there with the phone pressed to my ear. I didn't want Dean to know how turned on I was in case he decided I was a slut.
When I didn't say anything after a moment Dean continued, "You have the opportunity to really help someone here, Kevin is really bummed out."
"That sounds more like cheering you up, not Kevin," I responded, trying to keep the lust I was feeling from my voice.
I sighed as my anxiety grew.
"Lila, please, just come over," Dean pleaded with me.
"I don't know," I continued to protest. "I've known Kevin forever. I would feel weird if he saw me naked."
"You're joking, right? That's your excuse now? Your defense is weak, Lila," Dean said with a laugh. "You are one of the hottest girls that anyone on campus has ever seen. Kevin is a red-blooded American male. And he has a thing for you, OK? Don't tell him I told you."
"Oh, OK..." I responded, trailing off as I thought about this new revelation.
Instinctively my arms moved to cover my stomach as if someone was watching me.
"But what about letting someone watch me have sex?" My voice was shaky as I protested.
"What about it?" Dean responded. "You might enjoy it, don't knock it till you try it, right?"
He's right
, the thought popped unbidden into my head. I didn't recognize the voice.
"But still, Dean, I don't know if it's right for me to let you watch me have sex with someone else. I don't think you're going to enjoy it as much as you think you will. What if it ruins our relationship?" The thought terrified me.
"If either one of us starts to feel at all uncomfortable," Dean insisted, "we can call the whole thing off, OK? I promise."
"Alright..." I whispered hesitantly. I didn't put it past him to tell me what he knew I needed to hear just to get me to give in, but my lust got the better of me. "Let me find my shoes and I'll be there soon."
I shook slightly as I hung up the phone.
You're going to come so hard...
there was that voice again.
I stood still in the middle of the room for a moment as a wave of lust took over my body. I had to take a few deep breaths before I came back to earth.
My mind wandered as I processed the conversation I'd just had. Dean and I had known each other since we were 14 years old and had had an on again off again relationship with each other for nearly 5 years now. Even when we were off again, no matter who we were dating, we always seemed to find ourselves in each other's beds, sometimes telling each other about our relationships while we helped each other get off.
Dean and I both lived off campus in the Heights: me with Samuel, my gay cousin, and Dean with his parents. Our friend Kevin had joined a fraternity and lived right off campus in the frat house, and Dean spent a lot of time hanging out there playing video games between and after classes. The drive from his parents' house to campus was about 25 minutes so it saved him a lot of time to hang out there.
Dean and I had not dated officially for about 2 years now but we still enjoyed each other's company quite a bit, and I had a particularly hard time passing up any opportunity to be with him, especially if I thought it might lead to sex. Dean was still the best sex I'd had and college had already proved to be a sexually liberating time.
I looked around my bedroom in the condo I shared with my cousin but couldn't find a clean bra. The lacy black tank top I was wearing was fairly tight so I decided to just roll with it. I decided to change from pajama shorts into pink basketball shorts, but I skipped the underwear, knowing how turned on I would be by the time I got to campus. I slipped into a pair of Converse sneakers before heading for the door.
My shorts slid down my hips with each step. I had recently lost a few pounds and hadn't had time to update my wardrobe. Before I headed out the door I stopped to look in the full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door. Satisfied with how I looked with my shorts resting just above my pubic hair, my tank top slightly ridden up above my bellybutton, my flat stomach exposed and my large breasts straining at the lace of my tank top, I took a deep, resigned breath and left the room.
As I left the condo and walked across the parking lot, I found myself having second and third thoughts. I kept going back and forth between how hot it would be to have the attention of two men at once and my anxiety over having two men looking at my naked body at once. The anxiety I normally got from the attention of one man was enough.
Oh, but how hot it would be... it made my pussy twitch.
I got in my car, plugged the address to the frat house into the GPS, and turned up my stereo, attempting to blast my scattered thoughts away with my favorite music on the way downtown. Despite this distraction, I couldn't help but feel nervous as I imagined countless scenarios while I drove.
What if Kevin didn't think I was hot after all? What if Dean was just saying that to get me there and when I got there, Kevin shot me down? What if, even worse, Kevin was all for it but Dean got jealous when it was too late for them to stop? So many things could go wrong.
But what if you like it?
I didn't know what had gotten into me.
You will come so hard...
I shook my head, trying to clear it. Part of me didn't believe any of it. I had never had a lot of self esteem, so the idea that anyone could want me as badly as Dean had made it sound that Kevin wanted me was hard for me to take seriously.
I'd always thought of my ash brown hair as mousy, although Dean did love for me to take off my shirt and bra and let my long wavy hair hang down and cover my breasts while he took pictures of me. I was on the curvy side, and had always been self conscious about my weight, even though Dean always told me how sexy he thought I was. I also never had trouble getting attention from other men and dates outside of Dean, but still somehow I never quite felt good enough for anyone.
I let my mind mull all this over as I drove and 25 minutes later I pulled up to the frathouse and parallel parked on the street. I nervously walked up the driveway toward the front door. My stomach was tied in knots. At the same time, leaving my underwear at home did the trick, and I was wet between my legs.