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I must be the unseen one of the group, the girl pretty enough to be friends with all these posh party people. But ever since I came to this country I haven’t gotten a single date. Love is almost absent for me. I’m not even in the kitchen, where the twenty or so people gathered in the flat would be able to see me. Why am I not talking to someone? Instead I’ve got this crumply letter in my hands, the one I’ve written for Jake to read. I want to ask what he thought of seeing Melisha and I that night in the shower room. I thought we had locked eyes for so long when Melisha was pushing me against the wall, but was he mostly taken aback by her backside, not me? Not my thinner hair? My pudgier, paler skin?
I’m not going to hand him this letter. I’m not a middle school girl anymore. I’m a twenty-year-old intellectual young woman. I walk into the smoky kitchen, then the noisy living room. I don’t care that I’ve forgotten what I was going to say. Among the crowd, I slip in, to the arm of the couch, grab Jake by the tie and pull him toward my mouth slightly. He waits for me to speak.
“I’m not a lesbian, you know.”
He smiles, gives an aloof nod, and goes back to listening to some girl talking. He thinks I’m drunk, when really I’m crystal-clear headed and waiting here next to him with heavy avarice held in my loins. He has a perfect neck and jaw. I still don’t know how old he is, maybe ten years older than me, or more. He probably has tons of women. How lost I am to think he’d be attracted to invisible me.
Maybe…maybe not.
I’m in my room, thinking, Do I really want to go back out there? The party will be winding down and it will be easier to relax and get a word in with him. There’s a soft knock at my door, then Jake pushes it open and looks at me with slight disapproval.
“I know you’re not a lesbian.”
I try to apologize, but he shrugs me off.
“Do you want to go out?”
“Jake, I wasn’t trying to ask you—”
“Trish, do you want to go out?”
I bite my lip and my heart thumps. “Okay.”
“Good. Let’s meet tomorrow at eight. And check outside your door before you get ready. There will be a present for you.”
I say, “Okay,” still with an argumentative tone stuck in my vocal cords, and I close the door and break into a smile.
The night shifts around more blurry and muted than normal. A cool fall breeze is creeping in our windows and relieving such a summer.
Throughout the day I wait in a slow stillness. It’s Saturday, and so hot out, everyone’s favorite time to leave the flat in silence. Toward the edge of the evening, Marcus comes in with a big paper bag, saying it has my name on it. There’s a note written to me in elegant letters: Trish, tonight you may only wear what is in this bag.
My heart flutters, knowing I’ll be wearing exactly what Jake wants to see me in, and that it’s a silver dress with some sparkle. It’s snug around the thighs and too low cut for a bra. The only other items in the bag are a bracelet and a pair of flat-heeled shoes that are easy to slip on and off.
Marcus is talking away while I inspect the bag, saying, “Trish, my friend who’s a chef is coming over tonight. He’s going to cook us something superb—an authentic dish from the Andes. Will you be around?”
“No. Sorry, I’ve got a date tonight.” I know that I can say those words now, that Jake is actually coming to get me soon, because I have this bag in my hands. I go back to my room and lather up all over with my most fragrant lotion, put on my most seductive thong. I have the dress on just as I hear him being let into the kitchen.
The way the car and motorcycle engines echo down Hipolito Avenue tonight seems to have a certain soothing ring in the air. Maybe the city seems this way because I’ve got so much serotonin flowing in my head, as I’m holding Jake’s hand, walking further downtown than I’ve ever been, to the bougie district. And there’s a petty breeze getting under my thin dress, making me feel almost naked out here. He signals me into a fancy Italian restaurant, with aromas of seafood and plenty of wine.
Everything we want comes to the table. He’s most adamant that we eat a light appetizer, then gorge ourselves with cake covered in thick chocolate syrup—such a beautiful meal. My stomach is swelling with warmth, and it’s spreading through my body.
He recognizes a friend across the room and sends him a text message. The man sweeps in with a smell of fierce cologne. He’s as elegantly dressed as Jake, with thick stubble across his chin and scalp. His skin is smooth and dark, and so is his voice. Jake says my name, and the man looks at me. His hand reaches out for my hand. “This is Rabí.”
I can’t talk back through the clench in my throat. They both laugh slightly and ease off my agitated nerves.
Rabí returns to his table and Jake catches me peering over my shoulder to see where he’s sitting. He says not to look so anxious. Don’t worry. We’ll follow him to his apartment for some drinks. It’s nearby.
My stomach sinks.
It sinks more when we walk through the door. This isn’t an apartment. This is a fully decked out penthouse, complete with white rugs and iron lamps. Rabí lives here alone, a mid-thirties business man with this kind of pad. There must be beautiful women coming through every week. He gives Jake and I a tour through the kitchen, office, living room, the master bedroom and bathroom. The shower is big enough for all three of us to jump in right now, but I can’t believe I’m imagining doing that.
“Trish certainly loves a spacious shower spot.”
I look back and see Jake smiling. How did I end up in this awkward moment, with my hand on the handle for hot water, in front of these two men?
“You want to run the water?” Rabí asks. “Go ahead.”
I smile and wane away from the shower. I’m too nervous to make a move like that.
We settle on the couch, where I’m between their hands, as Jake’s graces my shoulder, and Rabí’s on my knee and bare feet. It’s warm enough in here for my head to relax. They talk so strategically, moving the topic from business subtly into something about sex. Jake says he likes his women who are scandalous at times, enough to prove how much they really love it. He pinches my shoulder. I fluster and excuse myself to the kitchen, to refill my cup of wine.
I’m pulling on the stuck cork in the bottle when he comes in the room. “Don’t be so intimidated, Trish.”
I look up at him. “I’m not.”
He takes the bottle from me and pours my wine. “We can leave whenever you’re ready.”
“I’m not.”
He puts his hands on my hips. “You like Rabí, don’t you?” He presses on me firmly, digs his fingers into a bump in the dress. He looks dismayed. “I told you to wear only what was in the bag.”
“I am.”
“Then what is…” He slips his hand up along my thigh and pulls my thong down to my knees. “That?” He stares at me. “Was that in the bag?”
“No.”
“Then take it off.”
I buckle my knees. “Oh. I guess that was silly of me.” I bend down to pick it up, but he stops me and says we have to leave it right there, in the middle of the kitchen floor for Rabí to see, because that’s my punishment for breaking rules. I try to argue back and say we should at least shove it into the corner, but he keeps to his decision and makes me go back to the living room.
Already Rabí is giving me a curious glare about what we were bantering about in there. When Jake and I get back to the couch, so much warmth starts to stir between my legs. I’m thrilled each time I brush my hand across my seamless hip. I sit with my knees a bit wider apart, wishing I had been like this all night.
Rabí takes his turn to go in the kitchen, and my heart rate revs up. He’s gone for much longer than the time it takes to pour some wine. He’s standing in there, looking at my underwear on his floor. Maybe he’s intrigued. Hopefully he’s not totally disgusted and thinking I’m so lewd.
When he’s back in the room, the tension between us drives me to guzzle my cup of wine. He says, “Trish, there’s one glass of wine left. I saved it for you.”
I go back to the kitchen to pour the last of the wine. The kitchen floor is back to being a plain floor. My thong is nowhere in sight. I’m so flustered wondering what he did with it and what he’s thinking about me that I forget to pour the wine and come back to them with an empty cup.
“Well, what were you doing in there if you didn’t pour the last of the wine?” Rabí says. “Was there something else you were looking for?”
I giggle and try to let my head relax, while his hands put a firmer grasp on my knee, Jake’s a firmer grasp on my shoulder, so much that I know we’re getting closer to what I want, and I’m tingling all over. I can barely get my words out. “It’s getting a bit hot in here,” I say. “My neck and back are damp.”
“Get some fresh air,” Rabí says. “Take this off.” He tugs at my shoulder strap.
I shrug, slip one shoulder strap down and seek out their approving stares. I’m allowed to do this. I’m a hip and risqué girl who does stuff like this all the time. I let the dress slip down my torso and roll off my ankles. I’m giddy with pleasure as four hands invade my fresh exposure, exploring the softness of my skin. They tease me by reverting back to talking about business while I sit here like this. I can’t play their game of patience. I reach out to their thick thighs and pull on them, so they’ll huddle near me. Their suits ruffle against my body.
They won’t shed their damn clothing until I decide to break them out of their pants. I realize neither of them have a belt on. I don’t know when those came off. My hands go into both their pants, and their talk goes away. “I’m more than just a show for you two,” I say, as I grasp their cocks firmly and feel them go fully stiff. That’s me showing Jake I can be scandalous and really want it. The words ignite a wild desire in both of them, and they push back the aggression in a heartbeat. Jake unbuttons and opens his pants to let his cock pop up. He grabs me by the shoulders and slings me off my seat, sets me up right between his knees, where I can have the plain sight of that cock I’ve been dreaming about. It’s in my tiny hand now, with such thick skin to glide up and down a fat purple head. Rabí has his cock in his hand. Both of these men are going to be inside me tonight, and I’m totally thrilled.
I stretch Jake’s foreskin back and wrap my lips around his tip as tightly as I can, though I can’t take much in my mouth for how my throat is nervously clenched. I resort to using mostly my hands, which he seems to love more. And when I tug at the underside of his sac, he squirms slightly and removes his shirt.
They’re both naked and put me back in between their bodies on the couch, two hard, smooth chests pressing against my breasts, as they take turns making out with me, and I can’t fully breathe through the pressure they’re putting on me. There’s two hands squeezing right above my hips, another two around my breasts, a fat cock grazing my stomach and thigh, the other against my lower back.
Jake leans back more. He picks me up. Penetration will start with me on top of him. How different this is from any sex I’ve had before, because I’m not given much time to hesitate or say, ‘I don’t think I can fit all that inside me.’ No. These aren’t boys timid about hurting me. They are men who want to fuck. Jake just hoists me up and ram-rods himself into me, making his cock fit! And a shudder shoots through me, a guttural, spasmodic shout escapes me. I’m dizzy for breath. Rabí’s gentle graze across my back lets me know I’m okay.
Jake waits for me to regain my composure. I focus on his chest and lean more weight onto my hands, so I can moderate his forcefulness. And I’m getting wetter and more relaxed as we go. The searing pain subsides into waves of unbelievable ecstasy. I come down to my elbows, so that I can kiss him once. He twists me around without breaking much momentum, and continues fucking me as I fall into Rabí’s lap at the other end of the couch and get my first taste of his equally magnificent dick.
I’m giving all of my body to these two mountainous men, in this heavenly room where my heart is full and my pussy throbs, where four hands dig their fingers into my ass and neck, tug at my hair, squeeze my breasts. The outside world—I really don’t care about it anymore—not with these two men who know how to stretch my legs as far apart as they can stretch, and press my knees against my chest, who can wrap their hands around my neck while I’m wound this tight, make my orgasm bloom at length, put me through half a book of Tantra without dropping a touch of their stamina, while I get off, and off. The clarity of the night waxes and wanes. I’m never fully satisfied. A chasm of lust and yearning opens up within me. How I want them to pound as firmly and deeply into me as possible, oh God how I want that.
They skewer me from mouth to vulva while I lie on the couch, then again when I’m on hands and knees. They both rub my back, like they’re affirming I’m taking them well.
“Let’s take her all the way,” Rabí says. “She deserves it.” He lies on the couch and Jake sets me on top of him, my back along his chest. Jake gets in front of me, on his knees. Rabí’s dick is hovering near my ass. Are they really going to double penetrate me? I never imagined I could be this kind of girl, wanting two cocks in me. Rabí’s is so oiled up from his own semen that he can glide right into me, so sudden that again a guttural moan gets forced out of me. Jake joins in, and they work on me with rhythmic piston thrusting, testing the speed and pressure my body can endure. My cheeks and hands are going numb, and I can’t find anything to grasp. Everything’s dull outside the area from my waist to thighs. Within that another orgasm soars.
“Let’s rinse this sweaty girl off,” Jake says. He picks me up, slung over his shoulder, and carries me through the bedroom, into the shower, where I was hoping we could end up. He runs the water and doesn’t even wait for it to turn warm. The chill wakes up my skin, only for an instant, then Rabí puts his back to the wall and grabs me. He pulls Jake and I into him, and two warm chests squeeze against me.
My feet are dangling out in the air as four hands hold my thighs and waist. Their cocks feel around my tush and vulva, enter me again, and quickly resume fucking at maximum speed. I wrap my arms around Jake’s neck and hold him so close, thinking it’s strange how his body delivers me both a sense of safety and fright. I want to impress him with how much I can take, show him I’m loving this more than I’m enduring it, so my hands find his jaw, I steady my breath and bring his mouth to mine, with enough passion to make him erupt. The warmth of his load touches a deep part of my core, and he pulls out in time to spread it across my belly and vulva.
Rabí wants to come soon after. With my ass to himself, he grips me close and rails his cock into me. He reaches his climax and shoves me against the wall, on my feet, so he can shoot jizz up to my tits and let it drip down my legs. Jake notices on my face how much their final moment of fervor turned me on. He presses his body against me, a hand firmly into my clit. His fingers vibrate under me, so fast that I’m brought to quivering, my whole body turns to fuzz, my weight taken off my feet. I’m floating, and he grasps hard against my breast with the other hand, pushing me over the edge of one last breathtaking orgasm.
What beautiful men they are, as they dry off and leave me to shower by myself. I take a few minutes to scrub deeply and wash away the stickiness all over me. I’m clean again—an innocent, curious girl again. The rest of the world can creep back into my thinking, about how I’m excited to text Melisha and tell her how this night went, how my phone is out there in the living room, next to my crumpled dress on the floor. They are probably back on the couch, where I’ll have to walk past them, naked. I think I’ll give them a sexy little hip twist and pour myself that last glass of wine before I bother to pick up my dress.
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