Beautifully Broken

Stephen pulls my panties down, unbuckles his belt, and removes his penis from his pants. He’s long and hard as he rubs the head against my opening.

“Do you want me, babe? Do you want my cock inside of you?”

“Not like this,” I say. “Not with them watching.” Why am I still lying here exposed like this?

“Katherine, these guys are my best friends. We share everything. You can trust them.”

“Everything?” I ask. “Even girls?”

“Sure, if the girl is into it.” Stephen looks them over. “Show her, guys.”

All three guys push their pants down to their knees, allowing their erections to spring free.

Jaden steps closer and strokes himself. “Touch it, honey.”

“Uh…no, I really don’t think I—” Seriously, why am I not running for the nearest exit? It feels almost like I’m having an out of body experience.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he says as he pumps up and down. “Your titties are amazing, Katherine. I’m going to fuck those babies after I give your pussy a good pounding.”

“Wait…are you saying you want to have sex with me too?”

Jaden runs his palm over the tip of his length and moans. “Hell, yeah, babe. We all do.”

Stephen pushes him to the side. “Back up, Jay. Her cherry is mine. Then you can have a shot.”

“Fucker,” Jay mumbles. “Why do you always get to pop their cherries?”

“What does that mean?” I ask.

Stephen pulls me to the edge of the table and drops to his knees. “Shh, baby. Just close your eyes and we’ll take good care of you.”

“KAT, WAKE UP!”

I’m tangled in sheets as I come to, trying desperately to free myself so I can breathe. I wind up falling onto the floor as I finally manage to break loose.

“Whoa!” Gavin shouts. “Are you okay?”

I struggle to calm my racing pulse. It was just a dream, I tell myself. Nightmare, rather. Definitely a nightmare. Gavin must notice my distress because he joins me on the carpet and wraps his arms around me.

“What’s going on, Kat?”

Shit, I must look like a freak right now. I can only imagine what he’s thinking. I’m sitting on the floor naked with my knees pulled against my chest. My skin feels clammy and I’m sure I have an awful case of bedhead.

“Nothing,” I say and shake my head. “Just a bad dream.”

He cradles me to his chest and strokes my hair. “Who’s Steve?”

I pull away from him. “What?”

“Steve,” he repeats. “You were talking in your sleep.”

“What did I say?”

“You were mumbling for the most part. I think you may have said, ‘Steve, don’t do this.’ or ‘I don’t want to do this.’ Something like that.”

Damn it. How am I going to explain this? I try schooling my features. “Hmm, that’s weird. I don’t know any Steves.”

Gavin frowns. “Kat, if we’re going to give this a shot, you need to be honest with me.” He helps me back onto the bed and tucks me under the covers. “Now tell me about your dream.”