Two weeks later, the house felt different.
Noah no longer waited for me to come to his room. He started walking into the shower while I was already under the water, turning me around, pushing in, finishing, and leaving before the steam cleared. Sometimes he did it in the morning before anyone else was awake. Sometimes he did it late at night when Ethan was already asleep. I stopped counting. It just became part of the routine, like brushing my teeth.
Ethan kept the public games going, but smaller and more frequent. Coffee again. A walk to the bodega. Once, just sitting on a bench in the park while the plug hummed on a low setting and he scrolled through his phone like nothing was happening. He liked watching me try to stay normal. I liked that he still made it feel like a private joke only the two of us were in on.
Mateo got less, then he got stupid.
One afternoon he tried to push back. Voice a little too loud, something about how this wasn’t fair. I didn’t raise mine. I just stepped in, kicked him hard between the legs, and watched him fold. While he was still gasping, I spat in his face and told him to get out. He could come back when he remembered how to behave.
He was gone for almost two days.
When he finally knocked on my door again, I made him wait in the hallway while I opened the small black box I’d bought the day before. The cage was simple. Steel. No-nonsense. I held it up so he could see it.
“This is the price,” I said. “You wear it. I keep the key. You don’t come unless I decide you do. That’s the only way you get back in.”
He looked at the cage, then at the floor, then nodded once.
I locked him in myself. The click was quiet and final. After that, he stopped asking questions. He cleaned when told, swallowed when told, and stayed soft and quiet in the background while Noah and Ethan took whatever they wanted.
I kept all three of them running without the others fully knowing the details. Noah knew about Mateo. Ethan still thought he was the only one who got to play with me in public. Mateo knew he was at the bottom and stayed there.
Some nights I lay in bed after everyone was finished and felt a quiet, ugly little pride about it. I was managing three different versions of the same problem, and none of them had collapsed yet.
It felt like skill.
School was going better too. I hadn’t missed a lecture in two weeks, my reading was mostly caught up, and the paper I’d turned in on Monday came back with an A-minus.
I should have been happier about that.
Mostly, I was glad it was done.
I was sitting in the living room with Sophie, Dev, and Oliver. Rent was coming up, and I wanted to check that the money was there to cover it.
I opened my banking app and saw a very unusual number.
Why does my bank account have almost ten thousand dollars in it?
I went into the transactions and found the culprit. A deposit from my former landlord for five thousand eight hundred dollars.
“I’M RICH, BITCHES!”
Dev raised his eyebrows. Oliver looked over from his phone.
“Er… my landlord refunded my deposit and a month of rent,” I said in a much more normal voice.
“Oh, so you’re taking me out for drinks?” Sophie perked up.
Oh right. I had promised that.
I should have kept my mouth shut. Never announce you’ve come into a large sum of money.
“A promise is a promise.”
“Let’s do it tonight. You don’t have any lectures until two, and I’m free. Thursday is a much better night out than Friday. Much less stress.”
“Sure,” I said, mustering as much excitement as I could.
Sophie was… okay? I found her a bit boring. A little preppy. She reminded me of Leah sometimes, which might have just been me putting two well-off Asian girls in the same box.
But that wasn’t really it.
Leah always seemed like she’d worked at becoming Leah. The clothes, the photography, the costumes, even the way she talked. She wanted things, then went after them.
Sophie just seemed to have arrived like this.
She clapped her hands together.
“Oh boy, let’s go out for food first, then drinks and dancing. Loooove it. Head out at five?”
I looked at the time.
Two hours. Sure, I could pull that off.
I showered, shaved my legs, and spent ten minutes pretending I wasn’t trying very hard to decide what to wear.
Jeans felt too casual. The black dress felt like I was expecting something.
I eventually settled on a skirt, tights, boots, and a fitted top.
Then I changed the top.
No, the first one was better.
Okay. Maybe I was a little excited.
I had just finished drying my hair when Mateo knocked on the open door.
“I heard you’re going out tonight.”
“And what do you have to do with that?”
He glanced at the chain around my neck.
“Any chance I could be unlocked for the night?”
I looked at him.
“Why should I do that?”
“I’ve been locked for three days. A night off would be kind.”
I considered that.
“Good boys get rewards. What will you do for this?” I touched the chain.
Mateo looked down at the floor.
“What do you want?”
I looked around my room. It was a mess. Dirty clothes everywhere, cups and plates piled up on my desk.
“Clean my room. Do my laundry. Fold everything and put it away.”
He looked around.
“All of it?”
“You wanted freedom.”
He nodded and licked his lips.
I took off the necklace, pulled the key free, and tossed it to him.
“Unlock yourself. Put the cage and key back in the box on my desk when you’re done. Start after I leave.”
He caught it.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t make me regret being kind.”
He turned around to do it, as if he were trying to hide his shame.
Pathetic.
Mateo left, and I put on some earrings and some makeup, before declaring that I was ready.
Sophie was sitting in the living room on her phone and looked up when I entered.
“Oh, you look amazing. This is gonna be such a good night. What do you feel like eating?”
I stopped.
“You don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“Where we’re going.”
Sophie looked at me like I’d asked something strange.
“No? You got something planned?”
Right.
Sophie was vibes-driven.
“Let’s do sushi,” I suggested.
She made a face.
“Fine. Teriyaki One?”
Teriyaki One was our neighborhood sushi place. It was fine, reasonably priced, and fast. Good enough for loading up before we started drinking.
Sophie ordered a dragon roll, a shrimp tempura roll, and a Philadelphia roll.
I got salmon nigiri and a California roll.
It came fast, looked decent enough, and disappeared even faster.
While we ate, I started to get a bit of Sophie’s background. She was third-generation Chinese, her grandparents from Hong Kong. I got a short introduction to the differences between Canto and Mandarin, along with the revelation that she didn’t know enough of it to order a bubble tea.
She had dated Dev for close to two years now and was in her first year of a master’s. Her thesis was on the effects of social-media comparison on relationship satisfaction among young adults.
“So Instagram makes people think there is just one path for successful relationships.”
Sophie shrugged and reached for her drink.
“As much as high housing costs are a big driver behind poly relationships.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You think that is actually the case?”
“For sure.”
I gave that a long thought as I sipped my bubble tea.
If you could fit three people in a bedroom, rent would really be affordable.
“You think you’d be down for polygamy to save on rent?” Sophie asked.
I gave her a look, wondering if she knew something, or if this was just a random question.
“I guess if I loved multiple people, I’d be okay with sharing a bed. But just to save on rent?”
“Have you ever been in a relationship like that?”
Crud. What does she know?
“I was in a semi-casual relationship with two other people before I moved here, yes.”
“So not anymore? Two guys, or one guy and a girl?”
“Errr… one of each. But we didn’t save anything on rent. It never got that far.”
She shifted so she was sitting facing me. It felt like she’d hit on something that genuinely interested her.
“So were you with just him, or him sometimes and her sometimes, or all three at once?”
I felt like I was too sober to start talking about Mia and Dan right now.
“Let’s head to Perch. I need to be more drunk if you’re gonna dig into that part of my life.”
Sophie smiled at that, slipped her phone into her bag, and got up.
It was a fifteen-minute walk, but our conversation steered away from Mia and Dan. I asked how she’d met Dev and what they did for fun.
She’d met Dev through a dating app, and after a while they’d decided it was worth giving a relationship a shot. Two years later, it was still working.
According to Sophie, that was certainly better than dating.
Perch was about half full. It was a warm, cozy bar, with lots of wood and large open windows.
We took a seat at the bar and I ordered our first drink of the night. I decided we should start easy, and ordered Prosecco for both of us.
“To friendship,” I suggested.
She lifted her glass.
“To trying new things.”
I hesitated for half a second, then clinked mine against hers.
“I can drink to that.”
“What app did you find Dev on, by the way?”
“Bumble.”
“What made you swipe?”
“He had a picture outside Film Forum holding a Criterion bag like he’d just won an award.”
“That worked on you?”
“I messaged him, ‘You look like the kind of guy who has opinions about aspect ratios.’”
“What did he say?”
“‘4:3, but only if it’s made for TV.’”
I laughed.
“And that was enough?”
“Enough to get a date. We dated for six months. Not exclusively, but enough that it felt like it. Eventually we agreed to uninstall all the dating apps and just be a couple.”
She took a sip of her drink.
“I think he slept around a bit during that time. Me, not so much. Eventually I decided I needed to tie him down.”
I took a drink and tried to steer the conversation away from Dev sleeping with other girls.
“Do you get along with his family? Does he get along with yours?”
She raised one hand and made a so-so motion.
“If I’m not dating a doctor or engineer, I’m not really pulling my weight according to my mom. Dad’s more progressive. He thinks Dev is a good guy.”
“I’ve met Dev’s parents once. I got the feeling they had very particular ideas about who he should be dating, and I wasn’t it.”
We continued chatting around safe topics until the fourth drink, a Mambo Siciliano, and I started to feel the effects of the alcohol.
“Back to the topic of your poly situation before moving to the next place.”
I swallowed what was in my mouth and gave her a nod.
“So you were with both of them separately, or was it always all three at the same time?”
“I was with Dan the most, but I was with Mia a fair amount, and all three of us a fair amount as well.”
“And when you were all together, was he shared, or did he only do it with one of you?”
“Often either me or Mia was the focus, and Dan and the other person put all their effort into her. Then after, maybe the focus girl would help the helper girl out, so we all got a turn… if that makes sense.”
Sophie made an approving sound.
“That sounds… very nice.”
I gave that a few seconds of thought.
“Yeah, it was…”
“So why did you end it?”
I let out a long breath.
“There was another girl, and, well, I wanted a clean start. Focus on school. It became complicated.”
“Would you ever do anything like that again?”
I shrugged.
“Maybe? If I had the right people, and we all agreed on the rules.”
“What type of rules?”
I gave her a look.
“Are you propositioning me, Sophie?”
She blushed and looked down into her drink.
“No, it’s… I’m interested in what it’s like. I never… and I… well, I wonder, is all.”
“Is Dev your beard, Sophie?”
She gave me an insulted look.
“No. I like guys. I do.”
I raised my eyebrows at her.
“But maybe I like girls too? I don’t know. I’ve never tried.”
She looked down at her drink, as if she had just revealed a shameful secret.
I felt bad for mocking her. I put my hand under her chin and lifted her head. She looked at me with hesitant eyes.
I leaned over and kissed her.
She kissed me back eagerly.
I hadn’t expected the kiss to turn into a full make-out session, but Sophie was much more into this than I had expected.
When it finally ended, I sat back and looked at her.
“Okay. I definitely liked that.”
“I sure felt like you did,” I said in a somewhat more conservative voice.
I stood up and wobbled a bit. Mostly from the alcohol.
“I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Sophie smiled at me and took another sip of her cocktail.
I didn’t really have to go to the bathroom, but a tactical pee could be a good idea. It also gave me some time to think.
Sophie was not a potential girlfriend, and I definitely did not want to live with Dev if I caused them to break up. My next step needed to be figuring out what she wanted, and how I could give it to her without causing Dev to break up with her, or anyone at home finding out about it.
“Okay, so where is our next destination?” I asked.
Sophie smiled.
“Karaoke.”
I stared at her.
“You like karaoke?”
“Obviously.”
I finished another mouthful of the Tokyo Drift and pointed a finger at her.
“Okay. You just jumped from a five to a seven in my opinion of you.”
“I was only a five?”
“Hush, Seven. Let’s see if you can become an eight.”
Sophie ordered us an Uber, and after a short drive we ended up in Koreatown. We stopped outside Karaoke City, and Sophie got out.
“This is my favorite place for karaoke.”
“You come here often?”
“I used to. Me and my friends came fairly often. Dev’s not a big fan, so I haven’t been in a while.”
“Well, you have a new friend now, and she is way into karaoke.”
She smiled at that and went inside.
We got a private booth, and I ordered us some drinks and snacks. The place was a bit shabbier than where Leah had brought me, but it had microphones, a TV, and a karaoke set, so I guess we had everything we needed.
I started looking through the song selection. It was decent. I let Sophie have the first song, then followed up with something I knew.
We kept going back and forth, and soon developed a rivalry over who could pick and perform the better song. The urge to be good at karaoke ran deep in Sophie, and I had no intention of letting her win that easily.
Before I knew it, it was one in the morning, and we were on our fifth order of snacks and drinks.
“Maybe we should start thinking about wrapping up?” I asked.
Sophie looked at the time, and from her face, she hadn’t been keeping track either.
“You want to come back to my dorm?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
That came out much more confidently than I felt.
Outside, the cold air cleared my head a little. Not enough to make me sober, but enough to remind me that Sophie had a boyfriend.
A boyfriend I lived with.
Crud.
I needed rules.
Whatever happened with Sophie could not follow us home. Dev could not know. Ethan definitely could not know. Nobody in the apartment could know. This was something between me and Sophie, somewhere else, and afterward we went back to being friends.
Simple.
I could explain all of that when we got to her dorm. Somewhere private, without music blasting around us or an Uber driver listening to Sophie negotiate the terms of cheating on her boyfriend.
I wasn’t even sure Sophie wanted to have sex with me.
The kissing suggested she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.
Fine. First we figured out what she actually wanted. Then rules. Then, if we both still wanted to…
Well.
One problem at a time.
The dorm smelled like scented candles.
Two beds, one on each side of the room, with a shared nightstand between them under the window. A sink near the door, and a commode at the foot of each bed.
A woman sat on the bed to the left, looking at her phone. This was not part of the plan.
“Oh, I thought you were out with Chloe?” Sophie said.
“She said she was going home with Jake to fulfill his request for pussy. I’m waiting for the video. Where is Dev?”
“Dev is not part of girls’ night. Lillian is.”
Sophie took out a bottle of Tino’s vodka and poured it into two glasses, then looked over at the woman on the bed.
“Ava, you want in on this, or you just gonna watch?”
“Yeah, gimme some’a that,” Ava said in a South Carolinian accent.
Sophie pointed at Ava. “Lillian, this is Ava. She’s my roommate. Ava, this is Lillian, my boyfriend’s roommate. We’re out for a girls’ night.”
Ava was blonde, with her hair in a braid. Maybe five-three, wearing a hoodie and jeans, with bare feet and blue eyes. She smiled up at me when Sophie said my name.
Sophie handed me a glass, gave one to Ava, and clinked hers against both of ours before doing the shot.
I followed and felt it burn all the way down. I made a face.
“Fuck, that’s nasty.”
“Vodka isn’t drunk for taste, Lillian. It’s drunk for effect.”
I sat down on the floor and leaned against the bed that Ava was not sitting in. My legs were tired, but I was determined to get some bonding done with Sophie. I couldn’t just have five guys to talk to.
Ava slid down from her bed and sat on the floor.
“You go to Hunter as well?” she asked.
“Yeah, art history. You?”
“Music.”
“Nice, fellow art nerd. You’re not from around here it sounds like.”
“Nope, from South Carolina.”
Our shot glasses were filled again and placed on a small tray in the center of the room. Sophie sat down cross-legged with her back against the door.
I picked up my shot glass and drained it, rolling the glass between my fingers before putting it back on the tray.
Sophie looked at me.
“Stop that.” She refilled my glass and gave me a warning look.
“Okay. Drinking game. We used to play this one.” Sophie shifted around. “Rules of our game. One question each. Goes clockwise.”
She looked at both of us. We nodded.
“If you get a question, you answer or you drink. And that means the whole shot. Not a sip.”
Another look, another nod.
“After the answer is given, each of the other two gets one follow-up question, and it has to actually be a follow-up. Same rules. Answer or drink.”
She shifted her weight.
“Lastly, a drink can be traded for a dare. But I warn you, that way lies deviance.”
“So you want dares?” I asked.
“I do,” she said. “You don’t.”
I smiled at that. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.”
“Ava, you down for this? You might see something that cannot be unseen.”
“You can’t imagine the things I’ve seen,” Ava said to Sophie.
Sophie raised her hands.
“Since Lillian was so brave as to take the first drink, she can ask the first question.”
Ava and Sophie looked at me.
“Okay, let’s start off with an easy one. Ava, who in this circle would you fuck if you had to pick one?”
“Well, I just met Lillian, so I think I’d go with Sophie.”
“Have you been lusting after her when she’s naked in here with you?” I asked teasingly.
“No, Sophie is quite the prude. I don’t think I’ve even caught a glimpse of panties. T-shirt always on over the bra. Usually pajama pants.”
I looked over at Sophie, who was blushing slightly.
“You’re shy, Sophie? I would never have guessed.”
Sophie looked at Ava.
“But you wouldn’t, though, right? Like, only if you had to?”
Ava smiled at that.
“You want an answer or a dare for that one?”
Sophie waved her hand.
“Forget it. I know the answer.”
Ava wiggled her butt, and rubbed her hands.
“Lillian, what is your most extreme sexual encounter?”
I put a finger to my cheek, looking real thoughtful.
“With a guy, a girl, or with both at the same time?”
Ava looked surprised, then looked over at Sophie, who held up two fingers.
“A girl?” Ava replied.
Sophie made a disappointed face and pointed at the two fingers again.
I smiled. I knew exactly which story Sophie wanted.
“Soo, I was in a school bathroom, trying to hide from a bully. I had offered to suck her boyfriend’s dick earlier, and she had learned about it. She wanted to beat me, but I offered to do anything for her, and she let me lick her until she felt I had done enough.”
Both girls stared at me.
“You asked…”
A long silence followed.
“Did I scare you?”
This woke Sophie up. “Are you all right? That sounds horrible.”
“Don’t confuse dominance with abuse, Sophie. I remember that scene quite fondly.”
“Okay, but I don’t know if we can top that one.”
“Let me try.”
I looked at Sophie.
“What’s something you want sexually that you’ve never told Dev?”
Sophie grew very red.
“I… have always…” She grew a little redder. “So, Dev is an okay size, but I really want to feel… full? And I want him to use… more fingers. Or all of them?”
“You want Dev to fist you?” I asked, to clarify.
She gave a small nod.
“I could do that to you easily enough,” I said.
“Well, I… Dev.” She stuttered.
“He has bigger hands than me?” I held up my hand. “You want something more than I can provide?”
I held my fingers together in a triangle, then slid them through the circle I made with my other finger and thumb.
“I can see why you would want the most out of it.”
I think Ava had gotten stuck in some sort of buffer situation. She was looking at me intently, not giving any sign of what she was thinking.
Sophie didn’t answer, and I gave her a look.
“No answer? That’s a drink or a dare.”
She raised her eyes to mine.
“Dare?”
I looked at Ava, then back at Sophie.
“Take off your top.”
Sophie stared at me.
“What?”
“Apparently Ava has never even seen you without one. Seems like we should fix that.”
Sophie was wearing a cream knit top and a short skirt. She reached down and pulled off her top, leaving her in a pale-pink balconette bra.
Ava gave her a once-over.
“Very nice bra. Does the underwear match?”
Sophie tried to hold one arm over her breasts for half a second before realizing how foolish that was and giving up.
“This is a dare, not a question round, Ava. Wait for your turn.”
Sophie shifted around and looked at me.
“Lillian. Most extreme sexual encounter. Both genders, same time.”
I smiled.
There it was.
“I think, if we put it like that, it would be the time I lost my anal virginity, and my girlfriend helped me through it while my boyfriend provided the tools for the virginity loss. There was a lot of ass play, and a fair bit of ass-to-mouth, with cum sharing at the end.”
I gave a tiny shudder.
“Yeah, that was a fun night.”
Once again, both girls stared at me.
I saw Sophie squeeze her legs together.
“Hey, no masturbating in the circle. If I have to edge, we all have to edge.”
Sophie gave me a look as if I’d caught her doing something bad. I guess I had, but we were far past that line. She parted her legs again, looking ashamed.
Ava looked between us, seemingly unaware of what had just happened.
Ava asked the first follow-up.
“You said ass play. Did you give, or did you just get?”
“Are you asking if I eat ass, Ava?”
She nodded, somewhat more enthusiastically than I would have expected.
“Yes, for both genders, and with much enthusiasm. Also fingers and toys. Pegging is on the table if you want it. Do you want it?”
Ava shifted slightly.
“I am not obligated to answer when I am not the target of the questions!”
I looked over at Sophie.
“Was this Mia and Dan?”
“Yes, Sophie. I might be an ancient woman of twenty-five, but I haven’t managed to score multiple long-term, multi-partner relationships in my lifetime.”
I remembered that I currently had relationships with three boys, but they were all separate.
Monogamy, piecemeal.
“I feel like I should have pushed for Never Have I Ever as our drinking game. I think I would have been much better at that.”
Sophie snorted.
“Me and Ava would be unconscious if we played that.”
A sadistic thought came to me.
“Sophie, what does Dev do that makes you come the hardest? What really makes your legs go all mushy and makes you see God?”
Sophie opened her mouth, then closed it. A short “I…” came out before she reset.
I let a few more seconds pass while she said nothing.
“I guess he doesn’t make you come?”
Sophie didn’t look at me.
“Fine. I’ll do another dare.”
I looked her over.
“Take off your skirt. Ava had a question earlier that I think deserves an answer.”
She removed her skirt, revealing a matching pair of underwear.
“Sophie has style,” I commented, and she seemed to find some comfort in the compliment.
She sat down again, cross-legged, in her pink underwear. I could see that they were damp. She was definitely not against what I was doing here.
She looked over at me with an analytical expression. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like what came next.
“Lillian, did you love Mia and Dan?”
I bit my lip.
Ouch. Right in the feels.
“Dare,” I said, looking Sophie in the eye.
“Text Mia and tell her you miss her.”
My stomach tightened.
“No.”
Sophie raised an eyebrow.
“You picked dare.”
“Counteroffer. Two shots.”
She looked me over for a moment.
“Two shots and you strip down to your underwear.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“You negotiate like Leah.”
“Who?”
I looked at my phone, then at the two shot glasses.
Easy choice.
“Deal.”
I tossed off my top and pants, and sat down in my black boyshorts and a plain black lightly padded bra.
I then picked up my shot glass and Sophie’s shot glass, downed both in quick succession, and made a face.
“Fuuuck, that’s harsh.”
“Very sensible underwear you have there, Lillian,” Sophie commented.
“I was not expecting to show them off.”
Okay, questioning Sophie suddenly got risky. I narrowed my eyes at Ava, deciding to focus on her and maybe get some relief.
“Ava,” I said, and saw Sophie look annoyed that I had derailed her plan.
“Tell me about how you lost your V-card.”
She smiled at me and said, “Dare.”
I blinked. “What?”
“I am starting to feel left out. I need to catch up. Also, my first time was boring, fast, and would be a huge letdown after the stories you told.”
“Fine. Off with your top.”
Ava smiled and grabbed the bottom of her hoodie, pulling it over her head.
There was no bra underneath.
Oh.
I had not accounted for that.
Ava tossed the shirt onto her bed and looked at me.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Sophie snorted.
“Very sensible underwear you have there, Ava.”
“I dress for success, Sophie. And I am already winning this one.”
I raised a finger, then decided to lower it again.
I was not quite sure what the objective of this game was anymore.
Ava looked over at Sophie.
“Sophie, when you invited Lillian back here tonight, what did you think was going to happen?”
I raised my eyebrows at that. Ava was not as ignorant as I originally thought.
Sophie shifted where she sat.
“I don’t know. Come back here. Have some more drinks. Talk.”
Ava waited.
“You kissed me, passionately, for several minutes, invited me back to your dorm. And you wanted to ‘talk’?”
“I…”
“SHE WHAT?!” Ava blurted out.
Sophie froze.
Ava stared at her for a second, then a grin spread across her face.
“Give us a dare each, or I’m telling on you to Dev.”
Sophie opened her mouth, closed it, then answered in a low voice.
“Fine.”
Well, that fixed the problem of Dev knowing.
Ava perked up. “I wasn’t really gonna tell Dev. Ovaries before brovaries and all that. But I’ll still take the dare. Off with the rest.”
Sophie stood up and removed the rest of her clothing.
Her bra had some padding. Underneath, her breasts were a medium B-cup, with large nipples and smaller areolas.
She had left a thin, carefully trimmed line of hair on her pubic mound. Clearly intentional.
I wondered how much work that took to maintain.
Ava’s eyes were transfixed. Perhaps it was a view she had not expected to have of her roommate, or perhaps a view she had wanted?
Sophie looked annoyed. “What? Dev likes a bit of hair. Says it makes me womanly.”
“I was not criticizing. It looks very well maintained. But you still owe me one dare.”
I looked over at Ava again. Still transfixed by Sophie.
“Kiss Ava, like you kissed me at the bar.”
“You can’t make her…” Sophie started, but Ava woke up at her name.
“I’ll do it!”
Sophie looked annoyed that her rebuff had been so easily destroyed, but she got down on her knees and started moving toward Ava.
“If you tell Dev anything about anything tonight, I will pee in your Breville Bambino and brew a cup,” I heard Sophie tell her.
I saw her tilt her head to the side and heard the kiss start. I craned my head to the left, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening, but Sophie had taken Ava by the shoulder and pulled her down onto the floor, still kissing her.
I heard Ava moan and saw her fondling Sophie’s breasts.
Sophie caught my eye for a second. She looked at me as if she was expecting something.
Looking back, I saw that she had arched her back, showing me her ass. One hand reached behind her and pulled herself open, showing me how wet she was.
Fine, I guess I could join in.
I slid across the floor and placed one hand on Sophie’s ass, stroking my fingers across her lips to make them slippery.
I had never fisted anyone before, but I knew I could never get more than three fingers into Mia, so this was going to require some work.
Starting with two fingers, Sophie gave a grunt.
“Keep kissing, or I’ll stop,” I warned.
I started sliding my fingers in and out of Sophie, getting them as wet as possible. I quickly got up to three fingers and let the fourth slide up and down her slit while the other three were inside.
I heard more moaning from Sophie and looked over to see if she was still kissing Ava.
Her head was at Ava’s neck now, kissing and biting, occasionally stopping to moan. Ava did not seem to mind, so I decided it was an acceptable alternative.
When I slipped the fourth finger in, it really felt like a change. I felt her stretch, but more vertically than outward. My fingers were being pressed together, and I definitely couldn’t get past the knuckles.
I used my other hand to press downward. I needed Sophie to spread her legs more if I was going to get any deeper. I smacked the inside of her leg as well, implying spread, and much to my surprise, she did.
I started twisting my hand like a drill. I could hear the effect it had on Sophie. She was now completely dedicated to holding herself open for me, all thoughts of Ava seemingly gone.
“Ava, get those pants off, then come help me,” I told her.
She wriggled out of her pants, dragging her panties along with them. She had a surprisingly clean-shaven mound and a very nice innie.
As I twisted my hand, I slipped my thumb into my palm and added some forward pressure with each turn. Before Ava had even reached my side, my hand slipped past my knuckles, leaving me wrist-deep inside Sophie.
Sophie took a long, sharp breath.
“Oh, that is nice looking,” Ava said once she got to my side.
“You okay, Sophie?”
Between breaths, she said, “Keep twisting, please. I feel so… full.”
I kept up the twisting and used my other hand to start playing with her clit. I wondered how it would feel if she had an orgasm like this. A tiny part of my brain said my hand would get crushed, but another part said there was no chance Sophie had done enough Kegels for that to be true.
“How can I help?” Ava asked.
I spit on Sophie’s asshole. “Let’s see if we can’t make her a bit more full.”
Ava got my intention and started massaging her thumb against Sophie’s ass.
When Ava slid a finger inside Sophie’s ass, I heard a weak, “What’s that? I’ve never had anything in my ass before.”
“Well, you did cheer to trying new things today, Sophie. Just relax.”
She went back to moaning as Ava forced a second finger inside.
I started to see her legs shake and heard the escalation in her breathing and moaning.
I kept up the steady drill of my fist while Ava worked a third finger into Sophie’s ass, stretching her from both sides. Sophie’s forehead dropped to the floor, her hands still holding herself open like I’d told her to.
And that’s when the dam broke.
Sophie’s whole body locked. A sharp, high cry tore out of her, half-swallowed against the floorboards. Her pussy clamped down on my fist, pulsing in tight, rhythmic waves.
Hot fluid gushed around my wrist in a sudden, uncontrolled rush, splashing across my forearm and dripping onto the floor between her knees.
Her breath came in short, broken gasps that turned into high, wordless whimpers.
Sophie’s thighs trembled violently, trying to close, but she kept them forced open exactly the way I’d ordered.
The orgasm rolled through her in long, shuddering waves, her stomach contracting and her back arching.
I held still inside her, letting her ride it out, feeling every aftershock squeeze around my fist.
My hand slid out of Sophie as she moved forward and I moved back. Ava’s fingers did the same.
Sophie ended up on her back, looking up at me.
“Was it everything you dreamt about?” I asked, biting my thumb and tasting her.
She smiled. “More. I didn’t know an orgasm could feel like that. Is it always like that when you do it?”
“How would I know? I never fisted anyone before.”
Sophie stared at me.
“What?”
I shrugged. “You wanted to try it.”
“You made me do that on your first try?” Sophie sat up as she said it.
“There was a lot of edging beforehand. That usually helps with the release.”
I pulled off my panties as I spoke, keeping my bra on.
“And talking about releases, I haven’t had mine yet.”
I pushed the hand I had fisted Sophie with into her hair and grabbed hold.
“Come.”
I pulled her up onto her knees and pushed her head into my crotch.
Looking over, I saw Ava watching me use Sophie’s face. I gave her a come here motion with my hand.
She moved over slowly, and I used my other hand to push her down, pressing her face into my ass crack.
She understood her assignment and started circling my asshole with her tongue while using her hands to spread me open. I let go of her hair and focused on Sophie, who was not delivering the best head possible.
With both hands on her head, I could adjust her position carefully. I moved her mouth directly over my clit and ground against her lips to make it clear where I wanted her to focus.
“Don’t forget you have fingers, Sophie.”
She nodded against me, accepting the new position and the instruction. I felt two fingers enter me shortly after.
I reached back, arched my back, and pulled Ava closer. I felt her tongue enter me from behind, and I gave a low moan of approval.
Sophie finally found a rhythm that worked. Her tongue stayed flat and steady on my clit while her two fingers moved in and out in a matching rhythm.
“Harder. Use three,” I told Sophie.
She added a third finger without pulling away from my clit. The stretch felt good. I rolled my hips against her mouth.
I looked down at Sophie. Her eyes were glassy, her cheeks flushed, her mouth still busy. Ava’s braid brushed the back of my thigh as she moved.
“Don’t stop,” I said, my voice low. “Either of you.”
I came like that, riding Sophie’s face with Ava’s tongue up my ass.
The orgasm hit hard and clean, locking my thighs around Sophie’s head for a few long seconds while I ground through it. Sophie kept licking the whole time, even when I pressed down hardest. Ava never pulled back.
When the last wave faded, I stayed where I was for a moment, breathing, then slowly lifted off Sophie’s face. She looked wrecked, dazed, and very satisfied. Ava sat back on her heels.
I reached out and wiped a streak of wetness from Sophie’s cheek with my thumb.
“Okay. I think we can call you an eight now.”
I sat down on Sophie’s bed, a bit exhausted. All of tonight’s events and alcohol came rushing back in on me.
I lay down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. I wondered if Mateo had cleaned my room, or if he had been naughty. If Ethan was wondering when I would get home. Perhaps waiting for me.
I was suddenly awake, with an urgent need to pee.
The room had turned dark. Ava was asleep in her bed. I looked around and saw Sophie sleeping on the floor with a blanket over her.
I went to the toilet, peed, then drank a bunch of water to hopefully prevent a hangover and perhaps stop the slight tightness I could feel in my head.
I went back to bed, wondering if I should wake Sophie, but decided against it.
Having sex was fine, but sleeping together was how you got emotional.
I fell back asleep, smelling Sophie on the pillow and sheets.
I woke again to early morning sun coming through the window and something between my legs.
I looked under the blanket and found Ava there, working hard at providing me some morning head.
When I lifted the blanket, she looked up at me, and I could tell from her eyes that she was smiling.
I lowered the blanket again and just let her keep going. It was not expert head, but it would get the job done eventually.
After twenty minutes of dedicated work from Ava, I got off and gave her a pat on the head.
I got up and started getting dressed. This woke Sophie.
She rubbed her eyes. “You leaving?”
“Mm. I need to get home, shower, prep for my lecture. I’ll see you at the house at some point.”
I pulled my shoes back on.
“I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about.”
Sophie looked at Ava. Ava looked at me.
“Will I see you again?” Ava asked.
My eyes went between Sophie and Ava.
“Not sure. That really is up to Sophie.”
Ava turned her head toward Sophie, and I took the opportunity to get out the door.
I left the dormitory in high spirits. Not only was this an easily contained encounter, but I had leverage on Sophie if she tried anything. And Ava was not gonna be an issue. I had never seen her at the house, and I expected Sophie would not be stupid enough to bring her.
I should have kept my sexual adventures outside the house all along.
Much easier to manage.