9 - Jocelyn
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JOCELYN
As it turns out, sometimes the best decision is not making any decision at all.
The long walk up the stairs and down to the bedrooms seemed to take forever. During the journey, I let the towel fall away. I even undid the little knot at my hip, allowing me to shed my still-wet bikini bottom, halfway up the steps. I was dry now, my skin cool. My long, swim-stretched body, gloriously naked.
But I couldn’t wait for them to see how warm and wet I was on the inside.
Damn, Jocelyn!
Was I taking the easy way out, in choosing all three of them? Sure. But did I really care?
Not a single, solitary bit.
I even considered how greedy I might look, opting to take on three men at once. But they were three men who wanted me badly. Three strong, powerful men, coiled like panthers and ready to pounce on me, pummel me, even devour me if I was lucky.
And in general, I’d always been kinda lucky.
Besides, I’d never had an experience like this in my life. I’d always wondered what it might be like, surrendering my body to two or more lovers. I imagined the thrill of having them ravish me, over and over. Taking me in debaucherously new ways that would only be possible when there were six eager hands, three pairs of lips, and a hot trio of thick, throbbing members, all hard and swollen and ready to sheath themselves in my womanhood.
As they took charge and guided me into the nearest bedroom, my head was still spinning.
If there was ever a time to let loose, for a girl to fulfill her every most sordid fantasy, this was it. I was five thousand miles from home. Safely tucked away in some beautiful mansion on a distant island, surrounded not only by men I loved and trusted, but who also seriously turned me the fuck on. I could do anything in the world I wanted tonight. I could fuck these men unconscious then dance through the halls naked, singing at the top of my lungs.
I started off by jumping straight into the middle of the king-sized bed.
“Alright, a couple of ground rules,” I started off. “First, this is a one-time thing.” I looked pointedly at Kayden and Bishop. “We’re blowing off steam, here. Satisfying long years of curiosity, and letting out decades of pent-up sexual pressure.”
“Agreed,” they both said.
“Second…” I paused dramatically, “Whatever happens tonight never fucking happened. And by that I mean nobody finds out. No friends, no buddies, and especially not Jason. Got it?”
“So what happens in the mansion stays in the mansion?” smirked Bishop.
“Don’t joke. I’m serious.”
“This all goes without saying,” Kayden reassured me, elbowing his friend. “Pay no attention to dickhead, here. Next?”
“Third, and most important of all, this doesn’t change or affect our friendship,” I went on. “If I thought that were even a possibility, I’d never do this, but we both know you boys are shallow enough to willfully forget.” I wagged a finger at them. “Once this is done, I don’t want either of you treating me any differently than you always have.”
“So we can still keep teasing and fucking around with you?” laughed Bishop.
I nodded firmly. “You’d better.”
“Fine. Works for me.”
“I mean it,” I reiterated. “Everything’s the same after this. Nothing changes. Except, well…”
A moment of awkward silence stretched out between us.
“Except for the memories of our one-night trip to pound town,” said Bishop, matter of factly.
I rolled my eyes at him, but I also chuckled.
“See? This is why you don’t kiss your brother’s best friends,” I quipped.
The boys approached the bed from three sides, like hungry sharks ready to feed. As they reached for the waistband of their boxer briefs, Kayden locked eyes with me.
“Anything else?”
I thought hard for a moment, then smiled.
“Yeah. Make it good for me.” Falling back into the softness of the bed’s fluffy down comforter, I stretched my arms overhead and sighed. “It’s been a while.”