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The bed creaked. The bed groaned.
“Hey. Ouch. Watch it.”
“Dude, it’s not my fault I’m too tall to fit into a twin bed with two other adults.”
The bed shook. The bed shuddered.
“This is a safety hazard. By the way, is it ok if I take this…boy band poster off your wall? I don’t like how it’s staring at us.”
“Wait. Zayne. You don’t know twenty-one pilots?”
“There are 21 of them? That’s a lot of pilots.”
“Wha— Fuck, man, you’re hopeless.”
“I wasn’t aware that pop culture references are germane to this particular situation.”
“I WasN’T AwARe ThAT—listen, Elsa, why don’t you head down the hall, find the fridge, grab a carrot, and stick it up your ass.”
”Caleb! Play nice.”
“You heard her, pilot boy; go suck a dick.”
“ZAYNE!”
“Shhh! Be quiet, both of you. I think I hear Granny.”
The floorboards croaked, then fell silent. The house was still.
"Well, that was harrowing,” Zayne said. “We almost gave the poor woman a heart attack.”
You imagined your grandmother opening the door and seeing what’s happening in your childhood bedroom. Zayne and Caleb kneeling on opposite sides of the bed, completely naked. You sandwiched between them, an old nightdress hitched up to your waist. Both men had their hands underneath the soft, faded fabric. Caleb was massaging your buttocks with his palm. Zayne was gently pinching your nipples between his knuckles.
You gulped.
Caleb’s boxers slid off your high school softball trophy and hit the floor with a soft “frump.” You felt the warmth of his breath as he nuzzled himself on your left shoulder, and nearly yelled when he took your ear into his mouth.
“Zayne, you’re not doing a very good job at shutting my sister up.” Caleb said in between nipping at your ear and shoulder, “At least help me get her clothes off—gosh, baby, you’re so wet. You must be enjoying this.”
You moaned into Zayne’s mouth as a finger slid across your cunt and rubbed gentle circles on your perineum. Zayne bit your lower lips.
“May I?” He whispered. You nodded. He tangled his hand in your hair. Suddenly your head was yanked back hard, and his teeth brushed against your throat.
“You’re so, so spoiled,” he said, as he pulled the nightdress over your head. Goosebumps erupted all over your arms in anticipation. He kept one hand in your hair while running the other down your body, from your chin to your chest, stomach, and groin.
You squirmed in excitement as you felt Caleb pushing two fingers into you from behind, fucking you open with a steady rhythm. Your hips moved reflexively, and his fingertips curled inside you.
Zayne immediately pushed your face into his chest to stifle your moan, and you bit him with your eyes shut. You could feel him reaching down to touch your clit, and you couldn’t help but wriggle against him, aching for more pressure.
Their hands were moving in unison now, Caleb was whispering obscenities in your ear, Zayne was calling you “good girl, so good for us,” and you’re already close, so close—
There was a sudden pause in their movement. Followed by a momentary, awkward silence. You opened your eyes inquisitively, torn between an approaching orgasm and fear that something was wrong.
Caleb and Zayne were staring into each other’s eyes from over your shoulder. It almost looked like they were holding hands. Both appeared absolutely mortified.
“Zayne, the golden rule of a threesome is NO EYE CONTACT with the other dude,” Caleb coughed. “Also—why was that look so ZESTY—”
“I was not looking at —hey, YOU grabbed my arm first.”
“Just turn off the lights if you’re feeling awkward,” you snapped. “Ok? Everybody got the ‘no homo’ out of their system?”
"Yes, ma’am,” said Caleb, and hit the light switch. “Oh wow, I forgot you had those black-out curtains. I can’t see a thing.”
“Yes. It’s a bit hard to tell where her body ends and yours begins.”
"Zayne, that is the single worst thing I have ever heard in my life.”
Several adjustments later, and the three of you figured out your new arrangement. Now on your back, you spread your legs apart and sighed as you felt Zayne settle between them, lifting you slightly until your knees were hooked behind his back.
Finally! You reached out over your head to take Caleb’s erection in your hand, feeling its heat against your cheek as Zayne thrust into you. You lifted your hips to meet him, moaning, and stuck out your tongue to flick at the underside of Caleb’s cock while he cupped and squeezed your breast. Heat pooled in your lower stomach; you felt as if you were floating, riding high on pleasure and adrenaline.
Someone flipped you over, another shoved a pillow under you, and you let out a shaky breath, now on all fours between them. Zayne’s hand was in your hair again, and you allowed your head to be shoved down, taking him eagerly in your mouth. Caleb pushed deep into you from behind, and you felt yourself shuddering around him. This time there was nothing to ruin your climax. Your muffled cries grew hoarse as your partners settled into the rhythm they knew you prefer, rocking into you over and over until your whole body spasmed and your mind went blank.
“Caleb. Kindly take your hand off my chest.”
“Sorry, sorry. I was just balancing. Oh, hey, nice pecs.”
“…you too.”
“Both of you—shut the fuck up. I can’t believe I’ve had this fantasy since high school and you’ve already ruined it.”
“I actually think we did rather well. Wait—high school?”
“I see that you’ve never had the pleasure of reading the gay smut she wrote in 10th grade.”
“Zayne, that’s the second worst thing you’ve said today... What gay smut?”
“Oh, it’s mostly just us having sex in fictional scenarios.”
“Us? US? You mean—Wha—excuse me, young lady, you’re not going anywhere—stop squirming —now you explain to me exactly what you wrote —or this will be a very long night for you.”
The next morning, you quietly nudged open the door to your room with your foot, cereal bowl in hand.
“You guys are still here.”
Zayne shot up in bed.
Caleb sat up, bumped his head on your shelf, and cursed loudly.
You scooped a spoonful of cereal into your mouth.
"Fellas, is it gay if—”
“Get out,” Caleb said.