When Joanna got up for a drink, it was 2am and there were two strange men in her kitchen. They were both black, heavily muscled, and naked.
"Well, hello," one of them said, with a grin. "We didn't know anyone else was here."
Joanna pulled down the edge of her short nightdress. She guessed they'd come home with her mother. Joanna had gotten used to sleeping through sounds of wanton sex. Since her father had left, these trysts of her mother's had become a regular occurrence. Joanna normally hid in her room, but they must have been quieter than normal tonight. She hadn't realised she'd be walking in on them.
"What's your name?" asked the one who hadn't spoken before. He'd been looking through the fridge, but now he closed it and took a step towards her.
"I'm Joanna," she said, looking him in the eye. She felt a blush rise across her cheeks despite her feigned bravery. She'd often felt a little envious of her mother. Joanna wished she had the kind of courage to go out and grab sex whenever she wanted it. At nineteen, she was still too shy. "And you are?"
"I'm Toby," he said. "And this is Jim."
Jim came to stand beside Toby, looking Joanna up and down frankly. For a second, she wished her breasts were smaller; they were drawing all his attention, and they were preventing her from pulling her nightdress further down her thighs. She blushed again, and felt a shot of arousal through her body. She wished she knew how to get from this awkward moment to the wanton fucking she wanted them to give her.
Seeming to read her mind, Jim picked Joanna up. He sat her down on the counter, stood between her legs, and licked one of her nipples through her nightdress. He sucked on it, and she gasped.
"Hey!"
