Sex was something I was always arguing about. Either my past boyfriends complained I wanted too much of it, or the more insecure ones resented my prior sexual history. Of course there’d been a select few guys who could keep up with me, especially in the beginning. Some of those I held onto even after the relationship had gone bad. Because hey, a girl’s got needs.
Nothing ever worked out for me though. Guys were guys, and they very often wanted to be the ones in charge. They wanted to initiate. They wanted to decide when and where, and any deviation from that plan often rattled their fragile egos.
But four guys…
I let my fingers wander, gliding down through my glistening slit. I’d been horny since last night. Horny since I’d showered and climbed into bed, to read this stupid ad one more time (five more times?) before bed.
Four guys. Four military guys, with egos that probably weren’t all that fragile.
Leave it alone, Sammara.
The appeal was more than just physical too. Not only would they take care of me sexually, but I’d have four strong lovers to protect and care for me.
And me them…
I closed my eyes as I slipped the first finger inside. The pressure was delicious. It felt warm and silky and oh so totally hot.
BZZZZZ!
My phone buzzed. Annoyed, I kicked it away with one heel and spread my legs again…
BZZZZZ! BZZZZZ!
Sighing, I reached out to silence the intrusion. It would take only a second to turn it off. A second to get back to—
There was as message on the screen, from a number I didn’t know. It took me only a second to realize who it was:
KYLE.
I bolted upright. My heart skipped as I pressed the button that would call up his message.
Happy 24-hour anniversary
of our almost-date!
It was bitingly hilarious. In a cute way, though.
My pussy throbbed, begging me to continue. I considered pushing the phone away for now, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to concentrate. Not until I’d answered.
Awww, how sweet. A regular romantic.
He typed again quickly, the little bubble blinking a message of response until:
Ready to come to the dark side yet?
I laughed. If this was his way of persuading me, it needed a little work.
Dark side? Is that what we’re calling it?
The whole idea was a lot of things to me. Dark wasn’t one of them.
You can call it whatever you want, as long as you
check your window. I’m out front.
I dropped the phone. A chill ran through me.