19. Kylie
19
KYLIE
“And then I peel your shirt off and toss it aside,” Jude said. In reality, I was in my bed teasing myself with my fingers, with the hot pink vibrator close by. But in the hot-as-hell bedtime story Jude was telling, he and I had hiked up the mountains and climbed a lookout tower with a glorious view. “Does it turn you on to have my hands all over you?” Jude asked.
Mason snorted from the other bunk.“That’s not it. Our Kylie is the only woman in the world who gets turned on by mountains.”
“Shh,” I scolded. “Don’t break the fantasy.” It was the third or fourth time we’d indulged in crafting these naughty stories while touching ourselves in our own beds, and each time was hotter than the last. Even Parker was into our role-playing bedtime stories now, although he didn’t contribute as much as the rest of us did.
Jude continued on. “I pin you to the railing, ravishing your mouth.” As he spoke, I remembered our scorching kiss in the practice room yesterday, and I ran my hands down the sleep shirt I was wearing—the one Mason gave me. As promised, I wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. “Then I reach behind you and undo your bra. You moan when I cup your breasts, lifting them.”
“Pinch your nipples,” Mason demanded. Lately, he’d given me real life orders to accompany the story, and it always made things even hotter.
I grasped my nipples and they hardened as I rubbed them. “I am,” I said for Mason’s benefit. “I’m pulling and tugging on them and they’re so damn hard.”
Mason groaned, and I knew he had his hand on his hard cock. “Pinch them hard. I want to hear you.”
I squeezed each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, gasping.
“Shit, that’s hot,” Parker said. I noticed his hand moving under his covers.
“I have your t-shirt on, Mason,” I said, my voice breathy with need. “My nipples are so hard, they’re sticking up right through the soft gray cotton.”
Mason groaned again. “Fuck, I wish I could see that.”
Jude picked up the narrative again. “I squeeze your breasts and tug on your nipples, kissing you. Then I reach for the button of your jeans,” he said. “Get your vibrator ready, you’re coming twice tonight.”
That made me squirm in anticipation. “I shimmy my hips from side to side as you lower my zipper and tease a finger under my waistband. Then?—”
Mason jumped in. “Then you both hear footsteps coming up the stairs.”
Silence greeted us as I thought about the implications. Thus far in our naughty bedtime stories, it’d only been about me and one of them. But it looked like that had changed.
“You’re almost too turned on to notice, “ Jude picked up the thread. “But just as I push your jeans and panties down to your hips, you look over, noticing the man standing there, and gasp.”
Mason continued. “The newcomer is incredibly handsome with ripped muscles and piercing blue eyes. He’s far more good-looking than the man you’re with. He holds up your lacy white bra and asks if you dropped it.”
The thought of them both fully dressed and watching me, while one of them undressed me, made my pulse pound between my legs. I flicked the vibrator on, but Jude heard it and stopped me.
“Not yet,” he said. “Touch yourself with your fingers first.” I moaned, but did as he told me, running my fingers up and down my stomach, each time delving a bit lower.
“I moan when I spot Mason on the stairs,” I said. “I reach out to him, and he drops the bra and comes right over.”
“Damn straight, I do,” Mason said. “I stride over to you and cup your breast in my hand. And I kiss your neck on the blue-eyed side.”
“I get the green-eyed side,” Jude said, and I would’ve laughed if I hadn’t been so turned on. “I tease your other breast as you moan. Parker, that doesn’t leave much room for you.”
For a moment, I stopped stroking my body to see how he'd respond. Just when I thought he wasn’t going to, he spoke up. “Don’t worry about me. When I make my move, I’ll find just the right spot.”
Mm, that was a really good answer. I groaned, pushing a hand between my legs. “This is so hot. Please can I use my vibrator?”
“Just to tease yourself,” Jude said. “Not on your clit yet.”
The fantasy continued with Jude, Mason, and I contributing. By the time I was naked and laying on the wooden floor of the lookout tower in the story, I was dying to make myself come in real life. It was such a delicious fantasy, to be out there in the fresh air, as naked as the day I was born, while two men did incredibly wicked things to my body.
Until suddenly, there were three men.
“You hear footsteps on the stairs again,” Parker said, and my pulse spiked. “I’ve come to find out what’s taking my friend, Mason, so long. I’m shocked, but instantly turned on when I see my friend and another man ravishing an incredibly beautiful naked woman. Each man has his head on her breast, teasing her hard nipples. And each man has a hand on her thigh, spreading her open. And I see how wet she is, how desperate to come.”
Shit, he was good at this. And then, I wanted to come more than ever.
“The gorgeous woman writhes around on the floor and I know exactly what she needs,” Parker continued.
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Please can I use the vibe on my clit?”
“Yes,” several voices said.
Mason took over. “As the new guy, who’s definitely not as handsome as me approaches, he can’t take his eyes off your perfect pink slit. We grasp your legs, folding your knees toward your chest, giving him all the access he needs…”
Arousal filled me, so much so, I could barely breathe. All I thought about was two of them playing with my breasts. Spreading my legs wide. Holding me open. And then Parker between my legs, driving me crazy with his tongue.
“Don’t come yet,” Jude warned as Parker described how he’d lick me and taste me. I’d had no idea he’d be as good at naughty storytelling as the other two, but hot damn, he was.
My legs trembled as my imagination ran away with me. I pressed the vibrator firmly against my clit, as my hips threatened to buck off the bed. Then Parker’s soft voice, saying such explicit things, pushed me over the edge. I thrashed around on the bed, my cries drowning out the story.
My limbs trembled as I heard someone else come, too. Not Jude though. His voice was strained with need as he spoke to me from the top bunk. “Don’t stop, Kylie. You’re coming twice tonight.”
As it turned out, he was one hundred percent correct.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it the next day. It was Monday, and lord knew I needed to pay attention in my classes, but the bedtime role-playing story had been so damn hot. I didn’t have time to go back to Henderson for lunch, so I grabbed a sandwich from a café and ate outside at a park bench, thinking about it.
It’d been the first fantasy to feature me with all of them together. Had that been a spur of the moment decision or had Jude and Mason talked beforehand? I’d kissed both of them, but I didn’t know if they knew that. Somehow, I didn’t think they’d have a problem with it, leading me to speculate whether they’d shared a woman before.
They’d been friends for a long time. And roommates for many years. Plus, they both seemed pretty adventurous, sexually speaking. At least, in the bedtime stories they were. I had no proof, but my gut told me that yes, they probably had been with a woman together. Which instantly made me wonder if they were interested in doing it again.
Parker was a different story. He’d only known the other guys for a year, and he’d been with his ex the entire time. It was pretty safe to assume he’d never done anything with a group—yet he’d jumped right into that super-hot fantasy last night.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it as I walked to my Entrepreneurial Management class. Did I want to be with more than one of them at a time? My body said yes. It was quite adamant, in fact. They’d gotten me so damn worked up during our evening story time.
At the beginning of the semester, dating had been the last thing on my mind. Then I’d moved into the suite and met them, and everything changed. There was so much to admire about each man. Jude’s creativity and kindness. Mason’s take charge attitude and the way he said what he meant. And Parker… At first, the only impression I had of him was sadness. But every once in a while, like last night, I got glimpses of what he used to be like, and it made me want to see more.
I paid attention in class because the content was so hard I knew I’d be sunk otherwise, but as soon as the professor dismissed us, my thoughts returned to the fantasy we’d spun last night. My mind was already a world away as I walked down the first-floor hallway of the business building.
“Kylie.”
I didn’t register my name being called until someone touched my arm. I turned to see my classmate. “Oh, hi, Paige.”
She smiled. “I called your name three times. You must’ve been lost in thought.”
Heat rose to my cheeks, and I hoped no one would ever find out what I’d been thinking about. “Yep. How are you doing?”
“Overwhelmed. In over my head. Thinking I’m about to flunk out at any moment,” she said. She had somewhat frizzy brown hair framing her thin face, but the kind of smile that made you want to smile back.
“Same here,” I said.
We walked to the center of the wide hallway. There were doors leading outward on either side. “Where are you headed?” she said as we paused.
I pointed to the doors on the right leading back to Henderson. She indicated she was heading the other way. “Are you in a hurry?” I didn’t know that many people in my classes yet, and I wanted to talk to her some more—especially since she was the first person I’d heard admit that she was having trouble, too.
“I’ve got a few minutes.” We sat down on a bench under a statue of several dolphins jumping out of a stone basin. I wasn’t sure what the hell that had to do with business classes, but it was a large statue rising halfway up the curved staircase to the second floor behind it.
“Do you think all those case studies Professor McNeil mentioned will be on the test?” Paige asked.
“I hope not. I didn’t understand the point he’d tried to make with some of them. I’ll have to look up that last one, about the guy who used a wheelbarrow to start a delivery service. What country was he from again?”
“Benin, I think.” Paige sighed. “That’s exactly the kind of thing we should discuss in our cohort group—if we had one. You’re in Parker Stanton’s group, too, right?”
“Yes,” I said cautiously. It felt strange to talk about Parker in that context when I’d spent all morning daydreaming about his head between my legs.
“He’s completely useless,” she said with a sigh. “I picked his group because everyone said he was at the top of his class last year. Did you know he was the only student who got an A in Professor Merrill’s class? The only A out of two sections. And now, he’s ghosted us like a bad date.”
Shit, that made me uncomfortable. “He’s probably just busy.”
“So are we,” she said.
Feeling torn, I stared at the ground. The hallway had mostly emptied now that new classes had started. “We’ve got a pretty decent discussion going in the group chat. We could ask about the case studies there.”
“Yeah, but that’s just other first-years. None of us really know what we’re doing—that’s why we were assigned to a cohort with an older student in the first place.”
I hated the way she talked about Parker… but I also hated the fact that what she said was true. “How about this? You research the entrepreneur in Benin, and I’ll look up that woman who opened the food truck in Slovakia. Then we can report on our findings in the group chat.”
Paige nodded. “It’s a start, I suppose. And likely more help than Parker will give us.” She stared down at her hands, shaking her head. “Or we could go to the admin office and ask to be reassigned.”
Alarm filled me. “But what if Parker gets in trouble?”
She shrugged. “So? Why should he get credit for something he’s not doing? Come on, be honest. Do you think he’s a good mentor?” Paige stared at me, not letting me off the hook.
Finally, I shook my head. “No.” But unlike Paige, I knew there was a reason why he wasn’t.
Paige nodded. “Okay, I’ll do my part of the research and post it, and you do yours. But if nothing changes, I’m telling my advisor what’s going on. See you later.” She crossed the marble tiles and headed outside.
I stood up, feeling troubled. What Paige had said was true, but I knew there was more to the story than that. I knew what Parker had gone through.
It was the first time all day my mind wasn’t in the gutter. I knew I should’ve taken advantage of that and studied, but my thoughts were too troubled. So instead, I stared at the stupid sculpture behind me. If they had a statue of dolphins, wouldn’t it have made sense to make it into a fountain?
My eyes scanned upward, and that’s when I noticed someone standing on the landing between the floors behind the statue.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
How much had he heard of what we’d said?
“Parker?” I called from the base of the steps, but he turned and jogged up the rest of the way, disappearing from view.