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But the physical similarities between them end there.

Chance is blond, with intense blue eyes, and he’s taller and broader than his best friend.

Lev has dark brown hair and emerald green eyes, and while his muscles are defined by his time playing hockey, he isn’t as big as Chance.

“Let’s take this upstairs.” Chance decides, scooping me up into his arms.

Chapter 20

Perfect Together

CHANCE

Ilower Zara onto her king size bed, lifting my t-shirt over my head before lowering myself to kiss her.

Lev isn’t far behind me, discarding his own shirt and kissing Zara’s neck, while I take care of her lips.

When I close my fingers over the perfect globe of one of her tits, swallowing her moan, I realize Lev is doing the same with her other breast.

“You’re a little overdressed,” I chuckle, breaking the kiss to lift Zara’s t-shirt over her head.

“Holy shit.” Lev gasps when we see the purple lace of her bra.

It isn’t one of those padded things. Our girl doesn’t need it, and the lace is slightly see-through.

Zara’s nipples stand at attention, and we can get just a hint of their blush pink through the lace.

“If you have matching panties,” Lev grinds out. “I’m gonna lose my shit.”

Her smile tells me everything I need to know, so I let Lev do the honors of sliding the short denim skirt down Zara’s shapely hips.

“Fuck.” It’s my turn to voice my admiration for the tiny scrap of lace that does a poor job of hiding Zara’s smooth, perfect pussy.

My inner caveman is dying to rip that sexy underwear off of her and sink balls deep into her warmth.

But I know better than that. Even if this wasn’t Zara’s very first time, we need to make this good for her.

So I let my eyes drink their fill, waiting for Lev’s first move.

“You’re so beautiful,” he traces the edges of the purple lace of her bra over the swell of her chest. “This ok?” he asks, beginning to lower one strap down her shoulder. He goes slow enough, in case she wants to say no.

“Take it off,” she says, pointing to the clasp in the front. “But if I lose the bra, you both lose your sweatpants.”

“It’s only fair,” Lev chuckles.

As soon as Zara’s gorgeous tits are free, Lev sheds his sweatpants. But I hesitate.

“Chance,” she prompts, getting onto her knees and pulling at my waistband.

“Hm, I just… I’m not wearing anything underneath.” I admit.

She scoots closer, so that her soft chest touches mine. “It doesn’t matter. I think being naked is the idea for what we want to do, right? And it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before, and you me.”

She’s right.

“I’ll tell you what,” she says. “I take your sweatpants off, and you help me with my panties.”

“Ok.” When she puts it like that, who am I to argue?

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