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The air was thick with humidity. Our bodies, slick with perspiration. I could feel myself skidding back and forth on the smooth leather seat. The guys were bracing themselves against me to keep their knees from slipping.

“I’m going to fill her—”

“Put it on me,” I said abruptly. Brandon raised an eyebrow and I nodded. “Please,” I gasped. “I want to see it.”

Ten strokes later he pulled out of me. His fist moved up a down a few times, and suddenly he was pumping heavy jets of his thick white come, all over my stomach.

“Fuck YES…” I groaned, totally in heat. My hand slid its way between my legs and I began touching myself as I enjoyed the show. “All over me, honey…” I said. “All over me…”

Colin finished not half a minute later. This time I tongued his balls from beneath as he jerked off all over my chest and tits, filling the tiny hollow of my neck with a small lake of his pearlescent seed.

Every splash of their ejaculate felt hot against my skin. Almost boiling. It was everywhere too, turning my heaving body into a hot, sticky mess.

“Hang on,” said Colin. “I’m gonna crack a window.”

Both guys pulled their clothes on and climbed nimbly back into the front seat. Still panting, I sighed in contentment as a wave of cool air washed over my naked body.

“Thanks,” I smiled, as Brandon handed me a bottle of water. I took a long sip. “You guys are so sweet, to do all this for me.”

It was true. Together, they’d taken good care of me. The night had been truly and uniquely romantic, in every single way.

I blew them both a kiss. “The movie, the candy, the drinks… really, you’ve thought of everything.”

Their eyes were busy crawling over my come-soaked body. I didn’t care. In fact, I loved it.

“Everything except a towel,” Colin smiled weakly.

Thirty-Four

CLAUDIA

The second half of the semester was filled with work, and fun, and camaraderie…

And love.

For one, we really fixed up the house. When not attending class or at practice the guys were busy tag-teaming the various tasks that needed to get done. The ceilings got painted, the floors refinished. Any holes punched into the walls by Delta Delta Tau were patched up and made new again. For us, it was a family affair. We enjoyed being around each other, so working together was just an added bonus.

And as we opened up the rest of the old Victorian’s cluttered, half-demolished rooms? The house really started coming back to life. We restored the dining room, refaced the kitchen, and even hooked up a laundry area. It even got to the point where, while looking for our next project, we began peering into the total disaster of the back yard… including the decrepit multi-level deck the old fraternity held most of their now legendary parties on.

“We can tackle all that in the spring,” I said, pointing out one frozen window. “When the weather’s warmer.”

I was being presumptuous of course. There was no agreement made for them to help me fix the house past the end of the first semester. We might not even be together by then, although in my heart of hearts I hoped we would. I couldn’t imagine being without them. And hopefully, they couldn’t imagine being without me either.

Brandon’s grades had improved to the point where he was no longer in danger of losing his scholarship. In fact, he was even applying for an academic one he previously didn’t qualify for.

Colin had moved well on from his ex, Holly. She’d called him once or twice out of the clear blue sky, most likely while drunk, probably just to reminisce about old times and feel him out. Each time Colin had deflected her away, or just hung up outright. Afterward he told me he didn’t regret it at all. That it actually felt good to close that chapter of life, especially since he had what he referred to as a ‘real’ relationship now.

Hunter was still Hunter. When not brooding or sulking over Omega Alpha, he was fun, funny, and a blast to hang out with. He continued with his painting, at my encouragement. Once he even talked me into modeling nude for him, face-down on his bed so he could paint my ‘delectable ass.’ The session quickly devolved into him jumping face-first between my cheeks, then rolling me over and having his way with me. Not that I minded, although I did have to scrub oil paint off some very sensitive areas.

In all, we really were a family. Teaching had geographically estranged me from mine several years ago, and both Brandon and Colin had moved clear across the country to attend the University. That left Hunter, who still had relatives nearby, and who was especially close with his uncle. Still, he wasn’t an athlete or an academic scholar, so he had a lot more free time than the other two.

As a trio we got along famously. All bickering was limited to playful arguments, usually two of us ganging up on a third. Colin cooked, Hunter and I cleaned, Brandon ran laundry and carried most of the heavy crap outside. And when we weren’t working?

We were boyfriend and girlfriend. Or rather, boyfriend, boyfriend, boyfriend and girlfriend.

Like I said, I’m a lucky girl.

In the end, it was the one part of our relationship that seemed more natural than anything else: the sex. Living with three boyfriends meant showering when I wanted, wearing as little as I wanted, and not having to worry about walking around without a towel. But it was also like being on call for just about any sexual scenario you could possibly think of.