Theirs to Keep

“Okay man,” he said, leaping to his feet. Though I could sense his nervousness, it was edged out by excitement. By the sheer adventure of what we were about to do. At that point, the grin on his face told everything.

“You sold me.”

Four

SAXON

Over the course of our lives, Damon and I had shared a lot of things. Bicycles. Popsicles. Video game collections. At one point we’d even shared the same pair of sneakers, passing the beat-up Nike’s back and forth before third and fourth period gym class.

But this…

My whole body was tingling as the door swung open. I was about to step over a threshold. Cross over a line that could never be uncrossed.

You sure about this?

My heart was pounding as my eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight. The room was warm and inviting. The air reeked of sex.

“See anything you like?”

Addison was on the bed, sprawled sexily in the same schoolgirl outfit from the photos Damon had shown me. She wore a white, button-down blouse that was half open. White knee stockings. Around her waist, a red pleated skirt was hiked up sexily to mid-thigh.

“See anything you like?” she asked coyly.

I couldn’t feel the hammering of my heart anymore, and that was maybe because it had stopped. I had no words.

“From what Damon tells me it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

My friend stood beside me, his hands on his hips. His expression was a mixture of amusement and surprise. It made me realize the dressing up part had been all Addison’s idea.

“So are you just gonna stand there?” Addison smirked. “You can’t exactly touch me from that side of the room.”

Somewhere along the line, the simple act of swallowing had become difficult. I cleared my throat and took a step forward. The first one was the hardest.

“So you want me to touch you, huh?”

“Oh yes.”

Addison turned over, onto her stomach. Reaching down with both arms, she hiked her skirt up just a tiny bit more.

“I want you to touch me all over,” she purred, as if the answer were obvious. “The both of you.”

My best friend’s girl always did have a million-dollar ass. I’d ogled it a few times at the beach. Snuck a peek or two during one of our ski weekends, as Addison got in and out of the hot tub.

But I’d never seen it like this.

“Didn’t Damon tell you what we want?”

We. The word changed things a little. It lent solidarity to their little fantasy. Told me that whatever we were about to do was okay with the both of them.

“He didn’t go into very many specifics…” I said, moving even closer. Soon I was only a step or two from the bed. “But I’m pretty sure I’ve got the idea.”

I caught a whiff of her scent now, which was all things delicious. Jasmine and vanilla… and sex.

“Pretty sure, huh?” she asked, sitting up. I was very sorry to see that ass go.

“Yes.”

“Well then maybe I should clear things up.”