“Then we take you out,” Dante cut in. “Buy you
dinner. Charm the pants off of you.”
She laughed, and it was musical. “And what if I’m not hungry?”
“You will be by the time we eat,” Dante countered.
Hannah seemed to consider this, squinting slightly while looking us over. “I see. And what if I’m not wearing any pants?”
She wasn’t. She had on the cutest blue and white skirt that ended mid-thigh, showing off a very shapely pair of smooth, freshly-shaved legs.
“Then we’re already halfway there,” I winked.
I saw her open her mouth, probably to ask what we were halfway to. She didn’t though. The latest bout of flirting ended in a wry smile.
“Fine,” said the beautiful blonde goddess sitting before us. She set down her coffee cup, which to our surprise, was already empty. “Let’s go.”
She stood up, smoothing her skirt in one practiced motion. Over the scent of freshly-brewed coffee, I caught a delicious whiff of vanilla.
“So that’s it?” asked Dante. “No other questions?”
“Like what?”
“Like how we learned we loved sharing a woman,” said Trey. “Or what happens when we share her.”
Hannah hooked a finger into one corner of her mouth. It made her look even sexier, if that were possible.
“Do you want to tell me about those things?”
Dante shrugged. “Well, since you never—”
“Maybe I should tell you about them?”
She sat back down with a little sigh, as another wave of vanilla washed over us.
“It started in college,” she began. “The three of you were friends. Not just friends, but more than that. I’m guessing you were fraternity brothers.”
Trey abruptly cleared his throat. She smirked at him briefly, before going on.
“You partied a lot, obviously. And judging by your looks, you had no shortage of girlfriends. Long term…” she squinted. “Nah, that wasn’t really your thing. Maybe Trey, but not you two.”
She was pointing at Dante and I. Leaning back, I tried my best to keep my expression flat, but I saw him raise an eyebrow.
“I’m thinking you shared a hot, horny girl one night, and it just ‘stuck’. It was so good it became a thing, at least for two of you. The third,” she nodded toward Trey, “came in a little later. Maybe when he was between relationships. Maybe because he was feeling bored, or a little loose, or the alcohol was just really flowing that night.”
It was unbelievable, how accurate she was. It had happened exactly like that. Almost to the letter.
“From there, you liked it so much you wanted to keep it going,” Hannah continued. “Only by then you’d graduated. The party was over. There were no more frat girls willing to bed more than one guy at a time, and so you started looking online to find women with similar interests.”
I glanced up, and Hannah was staring back at me smugly, proudly. Like she was handing back a puzzle box it had taken her ten seconds to open.
“That about the size of it?”
I looked at the others. We were all sharing the same slow nod.
“Something like that,” I admitted. “Only it happened first with Dante’s girlfriend. We shared a bedroom, the two of us, back in the fraternity house. One night they were going at it — I mean really screwing their brains out — and she crooked a finger at me, inviting me over. I laughed at first… until Dante smiled and moved over for me.”
“Just like that?” Hannah asked coyly, turning to Dante.