You already know where you can get good sex. No, not good. Great sex.
Never going to happen.
I pourmyself a glass of wine after dinner. I light some candles and run a bath. Sinking into the steaming hot water is a blissful contrast to the cool night air that blows in through the window.
Then I close my eyes and allow myself to fantasize about Julian and Damien.
They’re naked. Julian's hair is tousled. He's taken off his glasses, and I can see the heat in his eyes. He positions me on the bed so I’m on my back with my head tilted backward, and then his cock is at my lips.
I open them, and he slides into my mouth. His hands squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples, setting me alight with desire. He grunts in pleasure as I swallow, my throat bobbing on his length.
Damien spreads my legs wide. He dips his head between them, zooming unerringly to my clit. “If you're good tonight,” he says, his voice smooth as silk, “You can have both of us.” He thrusts two fingers into my dripping pussy. “Whose cock do you want in here?”
His thumb glides over my anus. A shiver of anticipation wracks my body. “And whose cock do you want here?” He pushes in, and my muscle yields. I whimper. “Tell me, Sophia.”
Memories fade and blur, and try as I might to forget, I remember everything about that night. Every whispered promise. Every growled order. My fingers glide down my body. I spread my folds and trace a soft circle over my clit, shivering despite the heat of the water.
“I can’t decide,” I remember whispering.
“You can’t?” Julian said, his expression wickedly amused. Then he wrapped a blindfold over my eyes so I couldn’t see. A cock thrust into my pussy, and another speared my ass. With my vision cut off, I could only feel.
My body throbs with the memory. My fingers move over my clit, faster and harder. My wine is forgotten. The water cools. None of that matters. I chase my pleasure with ruthless focus, and then I'm tipping over the edge.
They would be good fuck buddies. Really good.
Oh please, the practical side of my brain scoffs. Damien got you fired. At the fundraiser, Julian didn't even come and say hello.
But in the aftermath of my orgasm, I find it hard to summon up the same ire that I felt as recently as yesterday.
I clean up the bathroom and take myself to bed. Sleep has almost claimed me when an unpleasant thought jerks me awake. I was supposed to work on the curriculum tonight, and I didn't.
And my first lesson with Damien is tomorrow.