Page 12 of Reverse Perspective

“A girl gotta do what a girl gotta do,” I shrug and they all chuckle. I shimmy out of Mason’s lap and stand up while keeping the blanket around me. The back falls but I keep everything else they can see covered. That same stupid hope sweeps over me when I see the way, their eyes scan my body as if searching for uncovered skin. “Go away so I can get dressed.”

“Okay. We will give you three minutes to be out there or we’re coming back. If we have to come back, we’re just gonna watch movies in here,” Dean threatens.

“Yeah, yeah,” I say. They get up and leave the room, shutting the door behind them.

I take a second to lean against the wall and close my eyes. I don’t know why I expected them to be weird about anything. They’ve never judged me about anything before so I don’t know why they would start now. Eventually, I drop the blanket and grab my underwear off the floor. While I am in the process of putting a shirt on, the door comes open.

“That’s five minutes… Hot damn, woman. I’m not even going to apologize,” Lance says humorously. I laugh and pull my T-shirt on.

“I’m losing my mind,” I say, shaking my head.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I lie. “Let’s go watch a movie.”

I go to step past him, but he grabs my waist and pulls me back toward him. “What’s wrong, Sadie?”

“I’m just having a pity party. I’ll be okay,” I say. He nods and lets me past him.

“Go sit,” Mason says when I go to the kitchen.

“I was going to get some tea.”

“I know. I’ll bring it to you,” he says. “Go sit, please.” I hesitate for a moment but nod and go to the living room. I sit in the middle between Dean and Lance. A few minutes later, Mason hands me my hot tea before sitting on the floor directly in front of me. It’s almost instinctive for them to surround me like this anytime we hang out suddenly this time it’s different. I have far too much hope that maybe…just maybe…this is the time they’ll touch me. This is the time they’ll profess their love to me. This is the time when it all changes and I’m not lonely anymore. But that won’t happen. It will never happen like that.

We start watching The Notebook because apparently, they are sadists who are trying to make me cry again with these sappy movies. Mason ends up rubbing my feet, just as he always does. He’s done stuff like that for as long as I can remember. It’s just second nature to him. Lance will put his arm along the back of the couch and will mindlessly play with my hair. Dean will always have his hand resting on my thigh and gently stroke my skin. They’ve been doing this same thing since early high school. They have been caring for me for as long as I can remember. Not only have I never reciprocated that, but I’ve never even said thank you.

I’m not immune to their touch. It always brings a wave of neediness over me. I love having their hands on me, but it makes me want so much more. Tonight I am more worked up than normal. Their touch creates a pressure that won’t subside.

Suddenly I can’t focus on the movie. My breathing is coming in short bursts. I close my eyes and focus on calming my breathing.The more I do this the more it intensifies the feeling of Dean stroking my inner thigh. I’m only wearing a large T-shirt and underwear so when he slides his hand up slightly, I surprise myself when I whimper softly.

Now, I can feel them looking at me. They are smart men. They know exactly what they are doing now and Dean does not stop. Mason continues to massage my foot and Lance is still stroking my hair. The only change in their normal pattern is Dean inching closer and closer to the source of the pressure. My pussy is practically pulsating with need. Some part of me knows I’m gonna regret this. I know that I should get up from this couch right now and go to bed but it feels too fucking good to make it stop. He’s giving me plenty of time to say no but I don’t.

Dean nudges my thigh and I willingly part my legs more for him. I am silently cursing myself as I make this decision. I know I’m going to regret it because I know they will regret it. This is nothing more than them having pity on me and it’s going to ruin our friendship. They will realize that I really am just like a sister and I will get rejected. Getting rejected by everyone else is one thing, but to be rejected by them would be crushing.

He slips his fingers past my underwear and gently strokes my swollen and sensitive clit. I gasp and arch off the couch when he starts to rub me perfectly. I’ve gotten myself off plenty of times and I’m not new to guys finger fucking me. Something about the way he does it creates a pleasure that I’ve never felt before. He is so damn precise with his touch that he has me edging an orgasm within seconds. He keeps me on that edge, losing my mind, for what seems like a lifetime. My moans are ragged and desperate. I have a tight grip on his wrist so I can feel every movement of his fingers as he works me.

Lance starts kissing and biting my neck, making me melt more. “Oh God,” I whimper.

“Do you want to come, Little Demon?” Dean asks.

“Mhmm,” I whimper.

“Say it,” Lance whispers.

“I want to come,” I say quietly.

His pace quickens, and everything reaches a peak. I moan as my orgasm bursts out of me. He pulls out every little sound from me before pulling his hand away and letting me relax.

Just as quickly as I let reality slip away, it slams back down on me when I realize what I just did. The silence in the room is deafening and I can’t take it. Before anyone can say anything to me, I jump up and run to my room. I can hear them follow me because they’re probably worried now, but I make sure to lock my door before curling up in bed.

I don’t fight the tears when they come. I let myself feel all of the pain that I just caused myself. This was nothing more than just pity, girls like me don’t get guys like them.

Before I can second-guess myself, I pull my phone out and text Todd.

Me: I need to meet with you Monday morning about my contract with the guys. This stays between us.

Todd: It's awfully late for business meeting plans. Is everything okay?

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