Page 10 of Tinsel and Teasing

This is my big chance to tackle sex and walk clean away.

With my shoes off, and three gorgeous naked men standing in front of me, I rise from the couch and lift my arms over my head.

“Okay, sexy-jacks, ready to put your wood to use? I’m wearing exactly three articles of clothing and there are three of you. Coincidence?”

Luke steps forward, trails his hands down my sides making my curve seem exaggerated, then he tucks his fingers under the bottom of my skirt lifting this slinky fabric. The other two men stare and absent-mindedly stroke their cocks.

Clyde is next. He rubs his hands together as he circles behind me and tucks his fingers into the waistband of my panties before Luke has the dress pulled over my head.

I wiggle my arms to help get the dress off, while Clyde lowers my panties, nudging a foot to lift so he can strip me. For a moment, I’m not sure where his hands have gone, then they slide up the front of my legs, only his pinky fingers grazing my curls.

My body’s so sensitized, he might as well be lighting matches the whole way. My breath stutters as Knox steps between Luke and me. The length of his body is pressed into mine, towering over me. His hand tangles through my hair, slowly tipping my head up so he can look into my eyes.

I lift a hand between us and twirl a finger in his beard. The smile my action causes creates a warm comfy feeling in my heart. This isn’t right. It’s supposed to be carnal passion, bodies slapping.

“I can barely believe you’re real, Isadora.”

I’m supposed to be getting laid. Do they think I want this?

His hips rolling into me save me from the mushy feelings.

I grab his ass and pull him closer, pressing his erection harder into myself.

He stares adoringly. His hands trail through my hair, down both sides of my neck, over the dip in my collarbones, and down my shoulders. How is it not weird to be nearly naked with these guys?

We’re fully on track as his fingers detour behind me and fumble with the clasp of my bra. After a moment, he succeeds in unhooking it, all the while, Clyde continues kissing me from behind.

The parts of my body that Knox can’t reach are easily handled by Clyde’s lower position.

Knox drags my arms forward as he steps back and pulls my bra off. His head falls forward and he huffs, lingering on my fingertips.

Bringing my arms around my waist, I ask, “Is everything okay?”

“It’s better than okay. You’re absolute perfection.”

Luke steps beside us. “Alright, how are we going to do this?”

“Is there a pecking order?” I ask.

“I guess that would be a pecker order.” Clyde laughs.

“Maybe we shouldn’t put it like that,” I look over my shoulder and narrow my gaze at him.

“Do you have a preference,” Knox asks.

“I don’t know how to decide. I only toyed with the possibility of being won by one guy.”

“We could draw straws?” Luke offers.

“No short straws here, right guys? I’m assuming the long straw goes first.” Clyde says.

Would that be wise? Maybe the shortest first, or thinnest…that evaluation wouldn’t go over well. “Let’s keep it easy. How about we see who can guess my favorite flavor?”

“Pumpkin spice.” Clyde blurts out as he stands and kisses the side of my head.

Cliché, but reasonable. The firmness of his body and the weakness in my knees have me inclined to declare pumpkin spice the winner.

Knox saves me from the little white lie by guessing, “Chocolate.”

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