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“Hey,” Victor said. “Sleep well?”

I licked my lips and blushed. “Yes,” I admitted shyly. “This bed is really comfortable.”

Victor smirked. “Yes,” he said, a slight tone of mocking in his voice. “It is.”

On my other side, Andrew woke. He too rubbed his eyes, tousling his dark hair with one hand. I couldn’t believe how beautiful he was first thing in the morning. His dark eyes were practically glowing with excitement and his dark skin made a beautiful contrast with the white sheets of the bed.

“I should shower,” Andrew groaned. His voice was thick and still laced with sleep. “Victor? Kristin?”

“What?” I cocked my head to the side. “Why are you asking me?”

Andrew’s lips curled into a devilish smile. “I’m asking you to join me,” he said, smirking. “So? Will you?”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. The three of us made our way down the hall, into a luxe bathroom with a huge shower. The walls were made of glass and there was enough space on the tiled floor for at least ten people to stand inside. Five gigantic showerheads were placed strategically around the ceiling, and I shivered with anticipation when Andrew turned on the spray of hot water. My nipples were already stiff with arousal and my pussy was still wet and slippery from the night before.

“Ladies first,” Victor said, grinning wryly. He pulled open the shower door and made a deep bow. Blushing madly, I walked into the steamy mist of hot water.

The water felt like a rebirth, like a baptism. Andrew gently guided me under one of the showerheads and took a bottle of expensive shampoo from the floor, massaging my hair until my senses were flooded with the fragrant, delicious shampoo. I moaned softly as Andrew pulled me under the spray of the water, rinsing me clean.

“I think she needs a little inspection,” Victor said. He was smirking and soaping his elegant, lean body with a grey loofah. “What do you think, Andrew?”

Andrew grinned. He dragged the soft shower mat closer to my body and dropped down on his knees. When I felt his soapy hands gripping my thighs, I shivered. The same tingle of arousal from the night before spread through my lower belly as Andrew nudged his way between my thighs. This time, when he started gently flicking his tongue over my clit, I was ready for the delicious fireworks that exploded in my lower belly.

“How does she taste?” Victor asked. He was standing behind me, gently soaping my back with the loofah. It felt deliciously scratchy over my soft skin and I shuddered as Victor dropped the sponge to the tiled floor and started eagerly massaging my back.

Andrew wrapped his arms around my ass and pulled my pussy closer to his face. I could feel my own juices dripping down my thighs as Andrew’s scruffy chin rubbed against my puffy, swollen labia. Andrew slid a soapy finger inside of me and gently began wriggling it around. I moaned softly as a shockwave of lust went through me.

“I want a taste, too,” Victor purred in my ear. He dropped to his knees behind me. When I realized what he was about to do, my cheeks burned bright red with shame, mortification, and the most powerful wave of lust I’d ever experienced.

Victor’s wet, strong hands parted the cheeks of my ass. I tensed and strained, nervous that he was about to do something awfully dirty. But when I felt his tongue flicking against the puckered tissue of my asshole, I moaned and relaxed into Victor’s mouth. His tongue gently probed me, running over the sensitive flesh until I was moaning and bucking my hips in either direction.

Andrew slid another finger inside of me and began wriggling his fingers against the walls of my pussy until I was whimpering and crying out for want of release. The twin stimulation of my asshole and clit was driving me crazy, and soon I was bracing myself against the slick tiled wall of the shower, begging for release. I felt Victor’s tongue slide inside my asshole just as Andrew slipped a third finger inside of my body.

“God,” I cried loudly. “Fuck me! This feels so good,” I purred loudly. When my orgasm hit me, it was as powerful as a truck. I groaned and grunted and thrust my hips in every which way, trying to maximize my pleasure. I held my breath, letting the sensation rip through my body until every cell, every nerve had been fulfilled.

Andrew and Victor stood up, wiping their mouths with the backs of their hands. I half expected them to pull me into a sexual embrace, but shockingly, they just started soaping up and washing off. Soon, the three of us were bantering about Boston sports like we were regulars at a diner, having breakfast and conversation.

After the shower, Andrew wrapped me up in a plush towel and kissed me on the forehead. “You’re doing great,” Andrew said with a smirk. “Even better than I expected.”

I frowned. “What are you even talking about?”

“Get dressed,” Andrew replied. “I’m taking you out for breakfast.”

I didn’t have any clothes but the ones I’d worn into Boston with Megan, but Andrew promised to take me shopping sometime soon. Once I was ready, I ran a brush through my hair and used Andrew’s manly deodorant.

“Come on,” Andrew said, jerking his head towards the door. “Let’s go.”

Victor was curled up on the couch, reading a book. I glanced towards him.

“Isn’t Victor coming with us?”

“I’m working from home today,” Victor called out, not glancing up from the book. I was surprised at his change in demeanor – it was like both Victor and Andrew could go from sex-crazed maniacs to respectable people in a matter of seconds.

Fresh snow had fallen overnight and I marveled at how beautiful the neighborhood looked as Andrew guided me carefully down the icy street. I nearly slipped and fell three times, but each time, Andrew was right there at my side,

gripping my elbow and making sure I stayed on my feet.

“Careful,” Andrew said with a grin as he guided me around the corner. “Don’t want you falling and breaking anything.”


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