Page 26 of Learning to Change

Joel looked down the line of his body and pulled his briefs away from his body. “I look good like this.”

I wasn’t sure whether to laugh, sigh, or agree with him.

“That’s good. Now, do you understand that we’d like to talk to you about making any changes to your body that the internet has suggested?” Tate always had the best ways of saying things.

“Yes.” Joel smiled and gave me a cute cheek kiss. “I understand.”

And he was ready to manipulate.

“I’m glad.” Tate was barely holding back a grin. “But yes, you do look nice like this.”

Pretending to look shy, Joel wiggled on my lap and seemed to be able to blush on command. “Aww, thank you, Sir.”

How the fuck could he do that?

Tate finally laughed and shook his head. “Naughty boy.”

“But I’m a smooth naughty boy.” Clenching his ass cheeks, he giggled when I sucked in a breath. “Very smooth. My internet helper people said I was lucky it was fine to begin with and I don’t get ingrown hairs or anything like that.”

He was sharing way too many details with internet strangers.

“Am I the only one…concerned by how much he shares online?” Glancing between the two of them, I was pretty sure it was just me. “It’s dangerous at the very least. Isn’t it? And what happens if his first real job after college looks him up online and they find pictures of his dick and discussions on body hair?”

They both scrunched up their faces and slowly nodded. I didn’t think Joel was going to agree with me, so I wasn’t surprised when Tate spoke first. “You have a point. How about we spend some time later in incognito mode and search Joel online? You know, like a job would.”

“Deal.” It was the best I was going to get.

Besides, I was pretty sure there was a guy on campus who could fix stupid shit online as long as we could show him that we hadn’t been being a dick online.

He had strict rules for assholes but was flexible with everyone else.

Our school had the strangest people, but a well-ranked business school, so that covered up a lot of weirdness.

“Perfect.” Joel was still channeling all the cuteness he could muster because he clapped his hands and gave us a beaming smile. “I’m so glad we’re communicating so well.”

Somehow that sounded erotic to Tate because his smile went from cheeky to wicked in the blink of an eye. “I know a few other things we’re communicating well about.”

I was going to have to learn how to do that.

It wasn’t something I was going to learn over breakfast, though, so I decided to stick to scene wingman since that seemed more my speed.

Whispering to Joel, I ran my hands softly over his thigh and back. “You know, Master Tate promised you fancy kisses.”

Joel’s shiver said I’d managed to get the right tone. “He…he did and he…he said he wanted me to help him orgasm too.”

The fact that Tate was still naked said that was probably top on his to-do list.

“I’m also pretty sure he talked about spanking you too.” I shrugged and gave a casual headshake. “We can’t let him forget all the promises he made.”

Because Joel was looking forward to them even if the sudden jump in relationship rules made me nervous.

Joel looked like he was fighting another shiver and was so tight nearly every muscle was clenched as he kissed my cheek. “We don’t have to rush into anything, though. I’ll be very happy just giving Tate an orgasm if that’s what we decide. I’m sure we could find a lot of fun ways for him to use me.”

His views on what was slow versus fast were really interesting.

And it was a good reminder that we didn’t have to be at the same starting point.

“No, you can’t let him go back on his promise if he’s Master.” Shrugging like there was nothing I could do about it, I caressed his thigh and squeezed it as high as I could before my nerves got in the way. “He owes you kisses and you want to be used.”

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