Sean
Staring into the mirror, I hardly recognize the man staring back. The past two weeks have been a trip, and it shows in my eyes. A tiredness I’d been struggling against since I hit my thirties is gone; the shadow lifted.
I’ve spent nearly every day with Evelyn and Logan, and it’s been perfect. How, I have no idea. It all screamed bad idea so loud I actually heard it, but it didn’t matter. We’re all so happy.
“Everyone ready for class?” I yell.
When no one responds I walk back into the bedroom and find the two lost in an intense make out session on the bed. It looked like they’d gotten ‘distracted’ while still getting dressed. Either that or the two felt they had enough time for a quickie before class, and started stripping.
Logan is shirtless, and long red lines run down his sculpted back; no doubt left by our Evelyn. Fuck, I wish we had time for this.
“You two, we can play later. I’m pretty sure if we show up late together and reeking of sex, they might start catching on.”
Passive aggressive sarcasm dowses my every word.
They jump at my voice and turn to me still half in a lust fueled daze. They’re cute when horny.
“When did you become the responsible one?” Logan asks while pulling himself off the half-naked Evelyn.
“When’d you become the one who only thinks with his dick?” I chuckle, offering my hand to Evelyn to pull her up to her feet.
She grabs my hand but stays seated, pouting.
“What’s wrong?” Logan asks first.
“I’m horny and don’t want to go to class,” she says in a nasally whine.
I laugh.
“Great, we’re sharing a girlfriend, and she’s a teenager.”
Still, I don’t like the idea of our woman going unsatisfied. She should never go wanting. We don’t have enough time to get her off here and now, but there has to be something.
The memory of her squirming in her chair in the back of the class plays in my mind. I start growing hard instantly. She was breathtaking, and clearly enjoyed herself though even if at our expense. If only there was a way for us to do that again, but with us in control.
A smile creeps its way onto my face.
“Logan, we still have the toys we bought her last week?”
His knowing smile tells me he’s on the same wavelength.
“Yeah, I think we do.”
He starts going through the nightstand drawer, and Evelyn looks between the two of us, half in excitement, and half in fear.
“Why?” She asks. “What are you two planning?”
Logan tosses me the remote-controlled vibrator and nipple clamps and I chuckle down at her.
“Just something to make class today interesting.”
I raise my hand in a come-hither motion, and Evelyn wastes little time rising from the bed with a hop. Her flowing white hair bounces around her as she does.
I freeze her in place with my eyes; my stare possessing her. Never breaking eye contact, I reach down and slide the sizable vibrator inside. Thankfully for her sake, Logan has already done a good job making sure she was moist and ready.
Her eyes flare, and a soft moan escapes her lips as the thickest of vibrators slides in. Her muscles contract around it and the tips of my fingers.
“Your shirt,” I say while nodding my head.