Page 9 of Tinsel and Teasing

“Wait,” Isadora interrupts. “We both put our fingers in each other’s hair. You could touch each other.”

I shrug as if her request doesn’t have my heart pounding from the swell in Clyde’s cock. He deliberately slides his hand over my jeans-covered shaft before tightening his grip. My clothes have become painful, but I’m nowhere near ready to do this nude.

Clyde must sense my stress and answers the question. “I suspect my favorite position will be having this little lady on top of me riding my cock so I can watch her titties bounce and her pretty face while she comes.”

She fans herself and says, “I think I’ll like that too.”

Clyde withdraws, picks two pieces of paper, and leans to Knox’s ear. “It’s you and me, buddy. Tell me about a time you walked in on your parents having sex.”

Does Clyde realize he could have chosen Isadora?

Because I’m more interested in Sweetheart than what those two yahoos are doing, I’m keenly aware of how hard she flinches.

“Bet you wish he picked you.” I think I’m being clever, but she diverts her gaze and shrinks back.

Wringing her hands together, she says, “Maybe we shouldn’t play this game. I’m ready to move on to the sex. Really, really ready.”

If only her words matched her demeanor. “Are you sure? It’s like we told you at the outset, the donation stands no matter what you agree or don’t agree to this evening. We’ll drive you home right now if you’re uncomfortable.”

“I don’t like this game.” She composes herself and undoes the top button of my shirt. “Let’s get to the part where three sexy-jacks take my virginity.”

Her nervousness is gone. She undoes another one of my buttons, and I strip off my shirt. “Then let the fun begin.”

Clyde asks, “Did you just combine sexy and lumberjack?”

Her laugh confirms she’s relaxed again. “Not on purpose.”

“Works for me,” Clyde says, undoing his shirt. Knox rushes to join the undressing.

She teases a finger through my chest hair as she takes a second to watch them. “Ooh! A show, this is getting better all the time. Take it all off, you sexy-jacks.”

Clyde tosses his shirt at her. “I’ll be your sexy-jack any day.”

I’m with him. I’ll be anything she wants, but my mind starts to put together a few pieces of the puzzle. I’m pretty sure we’re getting used.

Yeah, I’m fine with that.

I’m also determined to prove to her that she can’t leave after one night.

Eight

Isadora

Ican’tbelieveIfreaked out. Did I cover fast enough? Sitting on the couch, I make a show of sliding my hands down my calves to unbuckle my shoes.

The guys comply with my request to get undressed, and I suspect I smoothed over any weirdness. I don’t want to talk about relationships. They’re pure fiction. My family is proof.

I was effectively orphaned when I was eleven. My mom was killed in a car wreck and my dad has been missing for far longer. My dear grandma raised me and drilled it into me that women need to be independent because men want one thing from them. That’s why I have to be careful. That’s why I didn’t date teenage boys my own age. Those relationships are destined for failure.

I’m dedicated to school and my career and being self-sufficient...and not dying a virgin.

Grandma scraped by, barely making ends meet at times because my worthless grandpa wasn’t in the picture. Not even when she took custody of me.

Those concerns wither and die amongst the chest hair and sculpted pecs in front of me. Tonight is about checking a box…or doing other things with a box. Not about fantasies of happily ever afters.

All three sexy-jacks being as inexperienced as me has an odd appeal, even though it’s the exact opposite of what I wanted. I’m empowered. I never thought I’d be anyone’s first.

The likelihood of growing into a spinster with my little dogs no longer weighs on me. I can do whatever I want. This evening is already giving me so much more than a bargained for and I’m not going to stop the clock at four hours if Luke, Clyde, and Knox don’t.

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