Page 36 of My Summer Girl

“I don’t want them to see you.”

“Why not, dove?”

Her lips turn down at the corners, puckering into a pout. Then this lovely blush paints her cheeks. “You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine,” they argue, teasing but not cruel. “I want the world to experience your sighs and whimpers. Because they’ll know you’re unattainable. They’ll know you’re mine.”

And mine, I want to growl, but hold it back. Barely.

“No sex,” she reaffirms, her voice stronger this time. “You can have me after, when it’s only us.”

“Thought you wanted to share me?”

Share?

“Only if it feels right.”

Their head moves up and down in a nod before leaning forward and kissing her forehead. “Noted, my sweet dove. Only when it feels right.”

My body shudders at the promise in their voice, like they’re putting it out for me specifically to hear. Maybe it’ll be me.

Maybe I’m what and who is right.

What about Vera?

Shit.

I’m losing my footing here already. These two are confusing me and leading me astray. As they leave the room where I’m standing with a stiff dick and need thrumming in my veins, I can’t remember why I’m not supposed to lose track of myself.

Following a safe distance behind them, I trail behind. They take no time to get prepared.

“Get undressed in there, and change into this,” Nyxie suggests, handing Dulce lingerie that’ll leave nothing to the imagination, while Vex prepares elsewhere. I follow Dulce, wondering how I’ll be able to give her my port-path attached to her.

Then it hits me. I can bump into her or do a last-minute wardrobe change. Hurrying to the closet I’ve noted Nyxie standing by, I see a very schoolgirl type outfit that’ll fit the scene better. Attaching my port to the knot of the tie, I knock on the door she’s changing behind.

“Yes?” she asks, not opening the door.

Not knowing how to respond without giving myself away, I place the skirt, tie, and crop top, and another sunflower outside the room. Scurrying off, she doesn’t see me as she opens the door. Seeing the flower, her cheeks darken while she touches it.

She picks it up, closing the door behind her. I’m hoping she changes into it, or better yet, wears both.

I leave and lean against the far wall, acting aloof and unaffected. The very moment the scene begins and people gather around, me included, the lights dim.

Let the party begin.

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