Sharing Her

“Um, hi,” I squeak, barely above a whisper, and I wave my hand a little, completely at a loss for what to do. I feel embarrassed when the men chuckle at that.

“I think she’s new at this, David,” Michael says in a smooth tone.

“She doesn’t know how good at it she is,” David agrees. “Come over here, sweetheart. Want to make some good tips?”

“Wait, wh-what?” I say, my eyes going wide. I look down at my chest and remember that I’m almost totally exposed--my dad’s friends can see my nipples! I cover myself and bite my lip. “Please don’t tell Dad!”

The men laugh a little more at that, but one of them reaches out for my hand. “Don’t you worry, hon, we won’t tell anyone if you come get comfortable.”

I look between the two of them. How could I be so naive? Seeing them here was so surprising that I just forgot what they’re here for and what they must have called me over for.

“D-do you mean…?”

“That’s right,” Michael says, and he points down at his lap. “Come on, Amanda. I remember how you used to look at me.”

My face goes red, even as I find myself walking toward him. I used to have a huge crush on them both, of course, but who didn’t at that age?

Both men were well over six feet tall, and both of them worked out to perfection. I could always tell by the way their suits hung on their shoulders, but with their forearms exposed, it was plain as day. They were ripped. Michael’s green eyes and David’s blue ones were both piercing, and just one glance from them could get my body turned on.

“You do?” I ask, and he spreads his legs for me to take a seat on his lap. I hesitate for a second, but then, a new kind of courage stirs up in me. It’s a courage I didn’t know was in me, but seeing Michael so ready for me like he is brings it out.

Our eyes lock for a few more seconds before I slowly turn around and give the men a good look at my ass. Michael reaches up and puts his big, rough hand on my asscheek and squeezes it. Energy runs up my body, and I feel more excited than ever. He gropes me as I lower my butt to his lap, and from this angle, I can see most of the club before me.

Anyone who turned to look at us could see us if they wanted to.

I swallow and take a seat.

Immediately, I yelp at what I feel under me. Michael’s thighs are toned and hard, but it’s not the only thing that’s hard down there. His manhood is practically bursting from his pants, and I feel the hard, long shaft pressing against my ass and my pussy through the thin fabric separating us.

“Good girl,” Michael says. He puts his hands on my hips and squeezes me gently. “I’ve always liked you, Amanda. You’re so good at listening to orders.”

This is going against everything I know. I shouldn’t like this. I feel shame in every part of my body. But in the darkness of the club, there’s something exciting about just letting loose. It’s not like I haven’t had fantasies about this kind of thing.

And the fact that there are two of them makes it even better.

“I’ve always thought you were...nice,” I say in a weak voice, and I feel a chuckle in Michael’s chest. I’m not good at flirting.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Michael says, and to my surprise, he slips one of his hands around my waist and teases at the waistline of my panties. “David over there has always thought you have nice legs, you know. Why don’t you show him?”

David is sitting at an angle next to Michael, and a grin is spreading across his face. I swallow and nod my head softly. I lift my legs up one by one, setting them on David’s lap and leaving me sprawled across the two older men.

David puts one hand on my ankle and lets his other hand glide across my smooth legs, admiring them. “Damn,” he murmurs. “Better than I ever imagined. Your father should be proud of you, Amanda.”

“You thought of them?” I can’t help but say. My heart is fluttering in my chest. I didn’t know I had these buttons in me, but they’re pressing every one of them.

David slips off one of my heels, then the other, letting them clatter to the ground. “We both have,” he says in a low, husky tone. “Those long nights at the office give us a lot of imagination space.”

“And you’re a lot of fuel for that,” Michael says, running his hands up my body. He pulls the sash open and lets my sheer covering fall loose around my arms. I shiver as his hands work up my stomach, so very close to my breasts. “All those times your dad brought you to work gave us some ideas. Of course, we never thought we’d get to act on them.”

“...but if you’re willing,” David says, massaging my calves sensuously, “we could act out a few. And when we say good tips, you should know that you’d be getting a lot more than you usually get here.”

I swallow nervously. “You’d be my...my first.”

Michael’s cock pulses under me, and I hear him suck in a sharp breath right by my ear. It makes me blush, and I feel myself getting warmer between my legs as my heart picks up. Did the idea of my virginity really excite them that much?

“Let me put it this way, then,” David says. “College? You won’t have to worry about debts, no matter where you went. Any car you want. Any place you could want to live. Downtown apartment in Boston? That’s chump change.”

“We want to spoil you, Amanda,” Michael says, bringing his fingers dangerously close to my breasts. I want him to go just a little further so bad, but he’s barely holding back. “The way we’ve always wanted to you while you pranced around the office, just out of our reach. All you have to do is say yes.”