Nerds

Tessa had never been to a key party before--where men tossed their keys into a bowl, women picked out a set, and then everyone spent the night with a stranger.

It had sounded thrilling. Maybe even something she'd fantasized about.

But now that she was actually here, clutching a glass of cheap Pinot and wearing a dress that was too tight in all the wrong places, she felt like she might throw up.

It had been her best friend Sara's idea. "You're stuck," she had said. "You date guys who treat you like a side quest. It's time to shake things up."

And now, here she was, standing at the key bowl while the rest of the party had already paired off and disappeared into dark corners throughout the house.

Tessa took a deep breath and reached in, surprised to find two sets of keys sitting at the bottom.

She turned and discovered two men looking as awkward as she felt.

One wore a name tag that read Elliot--tall, bookish, and handsome in an unassuming way.

The other's read Mark--shorter, bearded, and wearing a Star Wars t-shirt stretched tightly across his chest.

"Well," said Tessa, "this is awkward."

Mark scratched the back of his neck. "You two go ahead, and I can just..." He gestured vaguely toward the door.

Elliot shook his head. "No, no, you two should--"

A naughty idea took root in Tessa's mind. "You both seem very nice," she began, letting the words hang in the air. "And this isn't anyone's fault," she added, "but perhaps we can make this work for everyone?"

Mark opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "You mean... both of us?"

Elliot adjusted his glasses. "Statistically, that's a very common male fantasy."

God, where have these two nerds been hiding, they were adorable, she thought. Tessa took each by the hand and led them down the hallway. "Less talk," she said, dragging them into an empty bedroom. "More action."

Inside, she stepped to the center of the room and let the nervous, electric energy radiate between them. Her pulse pounding with a mix of fear and audacity.

Elliot shifted awkwardly. "Just to be clear, we're really doing this?"

Mark let out a short, breathless laugh. "I think we're really doing this."

Tessa grinned. "We're not doing anything until somebody comes over and starts touching me."

Mark moved first, hands settling on her hips, pulling her against him.

Elliot stepped behind her, fingers trailing lightly down her spine.

Tessa kissed Mark, his beard scraping deliciously against her skin.

Behind her, Elliot's lips brushed the curve of her neck. She arched back, encouraging him on.

Mark dropped to his knees and lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the lacy thong she'd almost chickened out of wearing. The look on Mark's face told her she'd made the right decision. His fingers skimmed the waistband before peeling them down in one slow, torturous motion.

She reached back, trailing her hand over Elliot's stomach until she found the hard ridge in his jeans. "I think you're overdressed," she murmured.

"Right," he said, quickly undoing his belt.

Mark kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other. She threaded her fingers into his hair, gently guiding his bushy mouth toward the freshly shaved spot between her legs.

His tongue was eager and attentive--and clearly he actually enjoyed it.

From behind, she felt Elliot's hand slip from her back and slide down between her legs. A finger, then two, pressed gingerly inside her.

She gasped, caught between Mark's mouth and Elliot's hand. It felt amazing, but it wasn't nearly enough. She wanted more. Way more.

Elliot must have sensed her craven desire, because he withdrew his hand and replaced it with the tip of his cock, slowly pushing inside.

Tessa let out a ragged moan when she realized just how deep he could go, gripping Mark's hair roughly.

"That feels incredible," she breathed. "You're both incredible."

Once fully inside, Elliot built up a rhythm of ever-quickening thrusts as Mark's tongue worked her clit with unrelenting precision.

Tessa was drowning in sensation, completely overwhelmed. Her body tightened, muscles locking up--and then pleasure shot through her like a lightning bolt. She came hard, moaning helplessly.

Elliot's thrusts became harder, more urgent. "Oh, fuck," he cried. A shudder ran through him as he emptied himself deep inside her. He pulled out and collapsed onto the bed in a heap.

But Tessa wasn't done. She was absolutely ravenous. She turned to Mark, who was peeling off his sweatpants. Her eyes widened as she took in the heroic girth of his cock. Laying back on the bed, she beckoned him to join her.

Mark sprung on top of her, gripping her hips, and pushed his meaty self into her wet, willing pussy.

Elliot, still sprawled beside her, was already half-hard again. She started to stroke him in time with Mark's thrusts.

"Come on my face," she purred.

Elliot let out a throttled moan while Mark grunted like a lion into her shoulder. They were both close.

Mark got there first, his body going rigid as he pulsed inside her, his voice breaking into a low, guttural howl.

Seconds later, Elliot followed--hot, sticky ropes of cum spilled across her cheek.

Tessa dragged a finger through the mess and slipped it between her lips.

Elliot and Mark collapsed onto the mattress on either side of her, utterly spent.

Tessa stretched luxuriously between them, glowing with complete satisfaction.

"You two better not make me do all the work next time."

Elliot let out a breathless laugh. "Next time?"

Mark cut in quickly. "He means--no, we won't."

Tessa grinned. "I'll hold you to that."