They were finally asleep.
I still hadn't given them an answer. I told them I'd think about it, and they seemed mostly ok with that response. They probably felt bad because I was a sweaty, overstimulated, cum-covered mess right now.
My clit had a pulse, after all the extra special attention it'd gotten tonight.
Liam ended up fucking me one more time, saying shit about how they were being "so nice" to me for our first time, but soon I'll be getting plugs in my ass, and I'm not going to be able to walk for a week, once they really break me in.
That garnered another confusing, terrified-but-turned-on reaction from me. If tonight wasn't "really breaking me in", then I was going to need an actual wheelchair once the "breaking me in" began in earnest.
Theo played with my breasts while Liam was fucking me/terrifying me/turning me on, and we made out. Sloppily. Cue more orgasms, more overstimulated crying, cum and hickeys and bodily fluids, etc etc.
Incredible night. Zero complaints.
...Ok, so actually.
Maybe just one complaint. A tiny one.
One that—like I said—really didn't even bother me much. At first. Until we were lying on damp sheets, sweaty and panting loudly, sleepily basking in the warm glow of our love. I know I smelled like cum and sex, but I could not bring myself to care, truthfully. Or to move. My limbs felt stiff and heavy. My pussy ached. I literally thought I might cry—or throw hands—if my clit got touched one more time tonight.
So we put off the much-needed shower. We were all snuggled up, with Theo's arm wrapped around my waist and Liam's leg wedged in between mine. I was stroking their broad, muscular backs, listening to their breathing evening out as they each fell asleep. My eyes were growing heavy, too, the exhaustion settling deep into my bones, when I was jolted awake by the sound of my phone going off.
I groaned loudly, not wanting to move. My phone was on one of the bedside tables, closest to Theo. Way too far from me.
So Theo wordlessly reached over and grabbed it, then handed it to me, without even opening his eyes.
"Thanks, Theo," I whispered happily, strangely touched. Maybe I could get used to living like this...
I glanced at my phone, and I could see that Aaliyah had sent me a few texts. I hadn't even thought about my phone all night; she was probably dying to hear about how my "talk" had gone with the guys.
Aaliah: Sooooo how did it go?
Aaliyah: Tell me you didnt change ur mind about talking to them plzzz
Aaliyah: Ffs. I'm dying rn. Jonathan's parents keep talking about the stock market. Ugh 🤢 Give me teaaaa
Aaliyah: you haven't read any of these texts yet, so I'm hoping you're getting ducked down 🫢 Can't wait to hear EVERYTHING! So excited. 😵💫 Love you!
Aaliyah: * DICKED down 🙄
I chuckled a little, somewhat giddy that I did actually have exciting news to share with her. Never mind the fact that I almost didn't, because I was about to hightail it the fuck out of here and never look back, after catching a glimpse of Theo's stunning sister. Aaliyah didn't need to know that part. Yet. It's not like she didn't know that I tend to run away from vulnerable moments.
But I definitely needed to reply. A phone call would be best, but that was not happening, with the way my body screamed at me every time I even thought about getting up. I really, really needed (and wanted) to sleep.
But more importantly, I needed to have this conversation with her now.
I'd never been in a relationship before—much less with two guys, which was still blowing my fucking my mind—so I totally understood why she was so desperate to hear back from me. I was desperate to recount all the nasty, slutty, and...sweet details.
Ana: I'm awake. Barely. They fucked the living shit out of me bro. 😭
Aaliyah: wtf??? Did you guys talk?? Can I call you?
Ana: we talked! We're a THROUPLE. Or wait. Maybe not? What's it called when it's just me in a relationship with them but they're not into cock?
Aaliyah: Poly!! You had a threesome?! Call meeeee
Ana: I can't. I'm in bed with them, and they're sleeping. I'm literally only awake rn to tell you that I'm no longer single. 😳 2 gorgeous men fucked me over and over and over, and I'm in looooooove. Whaaaat the fuuuuuuuuuuuck
Ana: in love and in pain. 😐 Ngl, my pussy probably looks like roadkill
Aaliyah: I am SO FUCKING EXCITED
Aaliyah: slightly worried about your vagina, but excited about the rest of what you said!
Aaliyah: Just make sure they're wearing protection! Unless you don't care which one ends up being the baby daddy first 👀 🙃
Ana: 🤨
Aaliyah: omg can you imagine if one of them got you pregnant and you had no idea whose baby it was?! Have you 3 talked about that? Or are they wrapping it up? Birth control isn't 100%
Ana: omg no kids. 🤢 that's alllll you
Aaliyah: ok well you know mom says the women in our family are fertile as fuck. And twins run in the family. So be careful frrrrr. But obv. you know that.
Ana: yeah duh 🙄 but I'll call you tomorrow ok? I love youuuuu! Can't wait to hear about your future in laws. And the stock market! 📈
Aaliyah: love you more! This is so exciting 🥹
Ana: gn ❤️ also plz don't tell mom. Or Daniel.
Ana: or anyone actually 🥲
Aaliyah: 🫡
I put my phone under my pillow and pulled the sheets over me, laying on my back. I stared up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come. I was so fucking tired 10 minutes ago. I would've fallen asleep in seconds, before texting Ana.
But now my heart was racing. My anxiety was spiking. Theo's arm wrapped around me felt...really fucking heavy. Liam's leg wedged between my legs was making me feel hot. Antsy and itchy.
Stifled.
What the fuck was I doing, getting into a relationship with two men?
No, like really? Please explain to me why I decided to spend an entire Friday evening fucking my two best guy friends?
Why the FUCK did I not say anything when Theo fucked me with no condom on earlier?! It was just the one time, yeah. I guess there were no condoms nearby in the living room, I was coming down from an orgasm, and Theo was thinking with his dick.
Plus—what the holy hell. Sex without a condom felt a zillion times better than with one.
Probably why I didn't complain.
But Aaliyah's reminder about the risks of unprotected sex was freaking me the fuck out now. What would I do, if I was the unluckiest woman on the planet, and pre-cum somehow knocked me up, despite my birth control? What would we do?
I'm practically a baby—way too young to be a mom. I have no interest in being a parent, maybe not ever. I'm not saying I might not change my mind about that at some point, but as of right now, right this second, it was a "hell the fuck no." And obviously there were methods to reverse an unwanted pregnancy... But that shit sounded emotionally heavy, too...
I sat up in bed, gently untangling myself from Theo's arm and Liam's leg. I cradled my face in my hands and shook my head, stressed as all fuck.
Were we moving too fast?
Sure, 98 days of friendship seemed long, when you added in the sexual tension aspect. But really, how much did I actually know them? We were best buds, I enjoyed being around them, and I was comfortable around them. Happy around them.
Realistically, knowing myself and my feelings about relationships, could I really go from being perpetually (and proudly) single...to being a fuck toy for two men? How did we just fucking gloss over the fact that they'd be sharing me?! They just took turns fucking me and eating me out and getting their dicks sucked by me.
They swear they've never done that before. I sure as hell have never done anything like that before. And it just seemed completely normal to them? To us??
And now they wanted me to officially move in?! I mean, I know I was already here all the time... But being actual roommates... What would that mean? Would they treat me like their wife?
Would I be expected to cook 3 course meals and clean and...ok I don't know what else wives do. Wear aprons? Knit? Iron?
Would everything change between us?
And if so, would it change for the better?
...Or would everything eventually implode horrifically, in the most excruciating way possible?