“Let me take it off,” he offers.
He spins me around toward the group of four who were clothed only a few minutes ago and are now almost entirely nude.
As he unfastens one clasp at a time, I watch as the women kiss while the men open them wide and bury their heads in between their thighs.
My hands get sweaty and I twist my moon ring around my thumb in a circular motion.
When Nicholas frees me of my binding, he stands behind me and pushes the hair off my shoulder.
Watching the man unclasping the woman’s bra, exposing her breasts while Nicholas leans over and nibbles on my earlobe, my body aches with the need to be touched.
“Tell me to stop,” Nicholas whispers, pressing his mouth on my neck.
I throw my head back and expose my skin to his lips.
One of his hands makes its way down and cups one of my butt cheeks. My legs open wide on their own accord, welcoming him further. But instead, he tugs at my thong, pulling it up higher before letting it fall back in its natural position. The fire that started building deep within my core feels like it’s going to explode any minute.
My hands search around behind me for something to hold onto.
It doesn’t take long for me to find his throbbing dick and wrap my fingers around it. This is the first time I’ve touched it, and the size of it is quite impressive. I flip around to face him and reach down to unzip him.
While I fumble around with the top button of his pants, he pulls me closer and presses his mouth to mine.
When our lips touch, our tongues immediately intertwine and I press my body as close to him as possible. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.
I am no longer acting.
I am just using this as an excuse to do what I want.
My tongue searches for his and I bury my fingers in his hair.
He picks me up, spreads my legs, and wraps them tightly around his waist. His hands grab onto my butt cheeks and I feel his hard, throbbing dick pressing into my pelvic bone.
I want to rip off our clothes and push him deep inside of me.
I want to ride him and I want him to take me from behind, but all of those moves would require us to first separate and disentangle our bodies for just a moment, and that’s completely impossible.
Still holding me tightly around him, pressing his mouth onto mine, Nicholas sits down.
He pulls his head away for a moment to kiss my neck again.
I open my eyes and watch as the woman across the room climbs on top of the man who has been going down on her.
Watching her take him inside of her and feeling Nicholas’ body underneath mine pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
A group of three people comes into the room, already with their hands all over each other’s bodies.
The woman paws at the two men who position her in between them. She unbuckles one of the guy’s pants and pulls him closer to her. When the other guy is taking his time behind her, she reaches back and inserts him inside.
My mouth waters watching her take what she wants from them.
She kisses the guy in front of her, first on the mouth then down his hard body. They crowd around her and that’s exactly what she wants.
The one behind her slaps her butt just as the one in the front grabs at her exposed breasts.
Jealous of the attention that I’m giving them, Nicholas tugs at my bra strap and pulls it down my arm.
My breast falls bare before him and he takes it into his mouth.
Finally, I look away from the threesome, tilting my head back consumed by my own pleasure.
When I look up again the girl is in the same position except that she’s now facing me.
She looks familiar. I narrow my eyes to get a better look. It can’t be her, can it?
“Sydney?” I whisper.
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When she sees me…
It takes Sydney a moment to process what she heard. I see her lift her head and look in my direction.
Her mouth falls open and she gets an incredulous stare in her eyes. The guy with his back toward me tries to pull her closer and that’s what snaps her out of her daze.
“Olive?” she asks, getting up to her feet.
She doesn’t rush but she does get dressed quickly. She grabs the silk robe from behind the sofa and cinches it tightly around her waist.
I climb off Nicholas’ lap and take a few steps in her direction.
When she opens her arms, I reciprocate with a warm hug.
“What are you doing here?” she whispers into my ear.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
Nicholas shakes hands with her two partners. It is only after we all take a seat around the table that I realize that one of them is James.
My eyes widen but I force myself to keep my surprise to myself.
A waitress comes around, hands each of us a menu of light refreshments.
The men quickly order a round of drinks while Sydney and I remain locked in our stare.
“C’mon,” she says, tapping her fingers on my hand. “I have to go to the bathroom, why don’t you come with me?”
I let out a sigh of relief.
Nicholas moves to let me out of the booth.
“You can’t tell her anything about our job here,” he whispers into my ear.
“I won’t,” I promise.
“You want a robe?” Sydney asks, stopping at the table right by the stairs, pointing to the collection of neatly folded silk robes in both men’s and women’s styles and a variety of sizes.
Not having noticed them before, I’m thankful to have something to cover up my bare bum.
Instead of going to the ladies’ room, Sydney leads me upstairs and out onto the wrap-around porch. There are a few people there, standing with drinks in their hands, so we take the path that goes into the garden for even more privacy.
“What the hell are you doing here?” We ask each other almost simultaneously and then break out in a gaggle of giggles.
We stare at each other and wonder who will be the first one to go.
“Have you ever been anywhere like this before?” I ask.
“Yes,” Sydney caves. “A few times, in Boston.”
“Really?” I gasp.
I sound like I’m judging her but I’m not.
I’m just surprised. We have been friends for a long time and she has never said a word.
“I went to this club once that Tommy and Elise organized back in my freshman year. It was just in their apartment but basically you came with your boyfriend or alone and did anything you wanted with anyone you wanted,” Sydney says.
“Tommy and Elise hosted sex parties?” I ask.
They met each other during orientation, a few days before the first day of classes, and have been inseparable ever since. They have two kids now and live in Connecticut.
“Some of the best ones.” Sydney laughs. “They still do.”
“Now?”
“They had this amazing one a month after they got back from their honeymoon when they closed on their house. It was pretty epic.”
My mouth opens and I press my hand to my lips.
“Why haven’t you ever told me this before?” I ask.
She shrugs. “You just never brought it up. And you were like the only person at Wellesley who didn’t know about Tommy and Elise. They’ve slept with nearly everyone in our graduating class.”