The Lover

Chapter 1

I was expecting many things, most of all a slap in the face when I pressed the bell of the Greenhaven house. I had even put out a hand to shield my private parts, just in case. Instead, this perfection of a girl, for whom I ran across half the country on my motorbike at a crazy speed, threw her arms around my neck and held me like she had really missed me. I acted like an arsehole with her on the boat, I had followed my gut-feeling - as I always do under pressure. I took off, I felt it was the best thing to do. Then, as the week passed, I realized it might be really good for everybody else, but it sucks for me. This whole story with the virginity and to rid her of it, was too good to be true. There is no doubt, of course, that she is a virgin, but the fact that she got me involved with this mission, was too much for me.

Amina is the coolest, the most special, the most exciting girl destiny has ever dealt me. She deserves no less than the best, which is why I left her with Liam and kept a distance for a full week. I was purposely an arsehole at Villains too when I was groping that chick, whose name I can’t even remember. I wanted Amina to know that she would be much better without me. Why am I here now? Why is my tongue in her mouth, why are her legs wrapped around my waist, and why am I grabbing her butt like mad? Because I am a selfish prick, that’s why.

I was going insane when I thought of them two, having all sorts of fun on the beach, without me. I was meant to be with them. For reasons unbeknownst to me, this girl wants me just as much as she wants Liam, and this… I hate to admit it, eats me up from inside. Amina affects me, and by this I mean that it’s not only my d**k that comes to life because of her, but my whole body too. As I laid alone in my room above the restaurant, drowning with frustration, I came to understand I had to give us a chance. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but it’s been clear that I had to come here today. At this moment, this is the only place in the goddamn universe where I want to be.

Slowly, I put Amina back on the floor, and I feel dizzy with adrenaline, lost for words after this passionate attack. I look at Liam inquisitively, but he quickly takes his gaze off us. Actually, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had answered the door for me with a punch in the face for what I had done before, although I have the feeling that the punch is only a matter of time.

Amina licks her lips still pulsing from our kiss, smooths down her hair, then blinks at me and at Liam with embarrassment.

‘Woah! This is what I call a welcome,’ I grin, and rub my stubble which, considering that I have given shaving a miss this week, has become a tiny beard. ‘So, does this mean you’re happy I’m here?’

I’m trying to joke around, but she doesn’t seem to get it. Liam casts a murderous glance at me, while Amina absent-mindedly chews on those lustful, kissable lips. I know her well enough; she won’t be able to keep her opinion to herself, her sense of justice will show itself.

‘Of course, I am. But I think I made it quite clear last weekend as well. You know, after which you left me without a word. Remember?’

I take a deep breath and begin to massage the back of my neck. The time has come for me to get it together and bag my ego.

‘Sorry. I’ve been an idiot.’

Liam makes a sound as though he is about to throw up, or maybe he’s just murmuring something under his breath, but something’s troubling him, for sure.

‘Okay,’ Amina says softly, then she looks up at me with a frown. I know this stare all too well. She won’t give in to that apology. ‘Help me understand, Dylan, because I can’t remember ever hurting you or being mean or unfair to you. Or does my memory fail me?’

‘Hell, Cupcake!’ I run my fingers through my hair, and she quivers as always when I call her by this silly name. ‘Exactly. You haven’t done anything wrong. You’ve been good to me. Too good.’

‘How can someone be too good to another?’

‘I…’ God, how am I to explain this? ‘I thought it would be better for you if I left. It would be better for both of you.’

‘I thought you wanted the same… that we all be in it,’ says she, pointing a finger to each one of us.

‘I do want it. I want it like hell, and that’s exactly why I am here.’ Deep inside I am determined to repeat myself only once more, and then I would get the hell out of here: ‘I’m sorry.’

Amina studies my face with sad eyes. She steps very close up to me, and with a gentle touch, smooths my forehead, her fingers run down my profile, down to my mouth. She closes her eyes as if she could see more through the touch, and who knows, she might be right. If she really doesn’t want me to go, then there is no power to remove me from her bed today.

‘It’s okay,’ she answers after a long time, and as she opens her eyes again, she is already smiling.

It’s because of these things and more, that you just can’t help adoring her. She is not playing games, she doesn’t try to manipulate you, but is honest and authentic. I have hurt her, yet she is not trying to punish me, she’s not afraid to show her feelings.

I yank her to me and kiss lustfully into her neck, taking her earlobe between my teeth, tickling her while she tilts her head back alluringly, giggling. The tension I have been carrying since last weekend leaves in a second, the anxiety is gone. It’s as if I feel lighter in her presence.

‘What have you been doing?’ I ask, running my fingers through the thick locks of hair on her shoulder.

‘We’ve been cooking dinner,’ she laughs.

I cast a glance towards the kitchen where Liam is opening a beer for himself, all grumpy. On the counter I see jars of sauce and salad dressing from the shop. Amateurs!

‘No way!’ I snort, looking at Liam. ‘Have you tried to poison her?’

He’s not getting it. He chooses to take a drag of his beer instead, then slams it down onto the counter with all his might.

‘Could you just give us a minute, please?’ he turns to Amina, nodding at me.

So there is no way to get away with less than a fight. Amina pulls away from me, steps up to him and runs her hand over his arm intimately. I think she wants to soothe him, because he seems to be near enough a stroke.

‘Liam,’ she whispers with worry.

‘It’s all right, Mina, we just need to clear something.’

He kisses her on the forehead, then nods towards me, signalling that I follow him to the veranda.

After we step out, Liam closes the slide door behind us, I guess, to make sure Amina can’t hear us. He gives me a killer look then turns to face the sea and puts his hand in his pocket. I lean against the wall and we keep quiet for a while. We stare at the waves, but I know we only appear to be at peace. The storm is about to break.

‘Why are you here?’ he blurts out with a sinister voice.

‘You know why I am here. For the same thing you are here.’

He snorts and turns to face me with anger.

‘I’m not sure about that at all.’

‘Amina wanted me to come, you know it very well.’

He turns away, takes a deep breath, and looks up to the sky.

‘I know.’

‘Have you changed your mind? Are you no longer game?’

He takes a few threatening steps towards me. It crosses my mind I might need to protect myself in case he decides to punch me.

‘If this is just a game for you, if you’re only having fun with her then just f**k off. Right now. I know she wants you to be here, but I still won’t let you hurt her feelings. Leave her alone, Dylan,’ he jabs a finger at me. I want to interrupt him, but he waves me off angrily. ‘I’ve never said anything about your sick womanizing. I never commented when the women you used, the ones you abandoned after shagging them, were looking for you at my apartment. Correct?’ he asks with a temper, and I shrug my shoulders. ‘Correct?’ he yells into my face.

‘Okay, okay. You’re right,’ I lift my hands with resignation.

He goes quiet and begins to pace up and down the floor of the veranda, with agitation.

‘You’re my bro, I love you, I’d do anything for you, but I swear, I’ll kick your teeth in if you use her. If you hurt her, or if I see her crying because of you, I’ll let all hell lose.’ His eyes are glittering so wildly that I never doubted his words for a moment. ‘I won’t let you near her unless you say that she’s important to you, she means something to you, and you’re not just following your dick.’

‘She means something to me,’ I interrupt him quickly. Maybe I’m caught in Liam’s eagerness, I don’t know.

The idea is totally new to me as well. This is the first time I have said it out loud, and it’s probably not by accident that it’s in the presence of my brother. He’s the only one in front of whom I never put on an act. After the situation of my home and the death of my father became known, everybody kept telling me to see a psychiatrist. I never did. Drinking beer with Liam was my therapy.

He lifts his head towards me, and with some surprise, studies my face. He may not have expected this response. I push myself away from the wall, step up to him at the edge of the veranda, and add with a hand in my pocket: ‘She’s different, and that may be why I should never have come here.’

‘Yet, you are here,’ he replies quickly, studying me with raised eyebrows.

‘I am,’ I say, shrugging my shoulders.

Liam takes a step back and begins to observe me like he’s never seen me before. This conversation is about to scare the s**t out of me. He runs a hand through his hair, and a loud, incredulous moan breaks from him.

‘Damn it, man!’

‘What is it?’ I ask with suspicion.

‘You also have a crush on her.’

What? He’s out of his mind. Wait just a minute.

‘I want her like crazy. That’s not the same,’ I shake my head restlessly.

‘Bullshit. You’re enamoured by her.’

‘I never said anything like that, okay? Don’t overthink it,’ I jab a menacing finger at him, but he just keeps giggling to himself like some i***t, slowly shaking his head.

‘We’re in it deep.’

As we go back into the house, we find Amina perched on the sofa. She’s holding a book in her hand, but she’s not reading, I can tell from the cover that she’s holding it upside down. As soon as she sees us, her eyes shift excitedly between us, she squeezes the book to her chest.

‘Everything okay?’ she asks cautiously.

I scratch the back of my neck, while Liam rubs his stubble, looking clueless.

‘We’ll soon see,’ he responds, exhaling strongly.

She is visibly relieved, then gets up and starts walking, but soon comes to a halt. I think she finds it hard to decide which one of us to come to. Liam and I look at one another, and take a step in her direction almost at the same time, solving her dilemma. My bro reaches out and pulls her in between us by her hand. His palm slides over to the back of her neck, he leans over and kisses her right in my face, while Amina’s butt rubs against my crotch. Damn hot.

At first, Amina moans with surprise, embarrassed by the closeness, but Liam whispers into her mouth: ‘Relax. Everything will be okay, there is no need to worry. We’ll take care of you.’

At that, a sensual sigh of relief breaks from her, which gets me started. I’ve been fantasizing about this too long, my aroused body wants more. I can hardly hold myself back. I dig my fingers into Amina’s hair from behind, and I pull her towards me a bit. She looks beautiful as she blinks at me with eyes full of desire, still a little taken aback. I take out my low, alluring voice that always works on girls.

‘I need a shower, then I’ll be game for anything.’

I lean over and to emphasize my point, I kiss her mouth slow and deep. Liam watches us with a hungry stare. he couldn’t even deny that he’s enjoying it. The shithead. I wink at Amina, then straighten myself and start carrying my stuff upstairs.

‘While you beautify yourself, I finish the meal,’ I hear Liam’s remark behind my back, so I turn back around and jab a menacing finger at him.

‘Don’t even think about it, loser. Get out of the kitchen or I’ll break your hand. I’ll do it later.’ The response is only laughter. ‘I wouldn’t mind some company in the shower, if someone wants to join me,’ I add.

I give Amina a meaningful look. She bites her lower lip with embarrassment. I will take her apart, for sure.

‘Thanks man, but I’ll pass,’ says Liam, I don’t respond to that.

His humour seems to be returning.

Upstairs, I peek into a room, but the two single beds are untouched. In the other room, though, where the double bed is, I find their stuff. After some thinking I drop my bag in the empty room, take a towel out of a wardrobe and aim for the bathroom. I’m horny as s**t, can’t even remember when was the last time I wanted a woman so much. Recently I haven’t been in the mood for s*x, or, that’s not entirely true. I wasn’t in the mood for s*x with anybody else, Amina has been the only one to arouse me. I last had s*x with Cass, but even that was a while back, and since then… I only made a pass on the girl at Villains to annoy Amina, but it didn’t work out.

I drop my clothes, step into the shower and set the water to a pleasant lukewarm. I lather and rinse myself, thinking about her all the time. About her inexperienced hand sliding over my body… Even the thought gets me hard, so it might still be a good idea to let some steam out before facing her in bed. I don’t have the foggiest, how long my self-control would last. I’m not used to girls who are beginners at s*x. I can’t exactly run her down, and self-restraint is… well, let’s say is not my strength. My previous hint about the shower wasn’t actually meant as a joke. I wondered if she would be cool enough to come after me, and now I have to realize I’m disappointed, because…

I wipe the water from my eyes, and through the glass of the shower cubicle I see Amina standing at the door, staring at me. Her face is rosy with embarrassment, yet she is devouring me with her eyes. I get a wave of heat only because of the way she looks at me, and come to think of it, I must be the first naked man she has seen in real life – this blows my mind. She is full of surprises.

‘Hi there, beautiful. Come closer!’ I mumble. She takes a step forward, so now I get a better look at her face. She is flushed, breathing with her mouth open, yet never averting her eyes off me. Let the little voyeur have her fun: I add a little fuel to the flames. I let my hand run down my chest, slowing into the movement as I reach the stem of my d**k, and Amina’s breathing accelerates in sync. I am half hard when I grab myself, which makes her groan and look into my eyes. Now I want more too.

‘Take off your clothes. I want to see you.’

She gulps, but takes off her cardigan, and with determination, she slips off her shirt too. She drops them on the floor, now she is standing before me in her jeans and white bra. She is breathtakingly beautiful, even if she is not wearing anything provoking. She hesitates.

‘Pants too,’ I encourage her. ‘Feel free to take them off, I’ve seen you in your knickers anyway,’ I grin, so she looks at me with a shock. ‘On the first night when Liam took you in and we played doctors. Can’t you remember?’

‘I can’t remember much from that night,’ she mumbles, but begins to pull off her jeans with obedience.

As I watch her, my hands are moving automatically up and down my d**k. The pants drop from Amina’s fingers and with admiration, she watches me work myself, while her n*****s harden before my eyes under the lace. She is going to kill me…

‘You’re circumcised?’ she asks with admiration in her voice, and her question surprises me too.

At the time, my mother insisted on it for religious reasons, but I have never ascribed much significance to it.

‘Is it bothering you?’ I ask with my eyebrows raised, and she pulls a shy smile.

‘Not at all.’

‘Have you seen anything like this?’

‘Like what?’ she asks with a dying voice.

‘When a man does it for himself.’ She swallows and shakes her head. ‘Do you want to see?’

She looks at me with big eyes, but nods. She is puzzled, but her curiosity is even bigger than her puzzlement.

‘Come closer and take off all your clothes.’

She steps up close to the cubicle while unbuckling her bra and letting the bra drop to the floor. She almost forgets about her own embarrassment, being so occupied with the show I put on for her. While I work my d**k with firm moves, I watch her round, bare breasts, drooling. When I met her, she was skinny. Her figure was that of a girl; less feminine, which, considering the turmoil she had to go through, can be understood. By now, though, she has filled up and became womanly in the most arousing sense of the word. I have been trying to picture for a while what could be hidden under those shirts and blouses, but the sight exceeds all my expectations. My fingers close around my d**k with the desire to hold those round t**s.

‘Take off your knickers too,’ I say, close to suffocation.

For a moment, she takes her eyes off me, and looks at her almost naked body. She hooks a finger in the edge of her knickers and looks back at me with uncertainty.

‘I have never—’

‘I know, but you have no reason to feel ashamed. You’re simply beautiful. f*****g perfect. See this? See how hard I am?’ I hold onto my d**k which is erect as a flag, all because of her, and she sighs a sweet yes. ‘All because of you. Just you. Because I want you so much.’

The lacy knickers lands on the floor, and my chin also drops. Her n*****s protrude forward, hard, and I almost hear them yearn for my mouth. Her belly is flat but not muscular like a body builder’s, more like… perfectly feminine and soft. But as my eyes wander to her crotch, I almost c*m into my palm. Damn it, it’s all shaved. All of it. The sight totally knocks me out, I stand with my legs spread apart, begin to pump myself faster, and I’m not far from cumming as she begins to talk with a soft voice.

‘I want to do it. Can I touch you?’

What the…

I pull the shower curtain to the side as a signal that I don’t object to her offer. Her legs are shaking as she joins me in the cubicle but there is so much desire and thrill burning in her eyes that I don’t doubt for a moment how much she wants it. I pull her in beside me under the stream of water, and take delight in the drops running down her immaculate skin, from her shoulder down to her chest, and on to her belly, where I also long to be.

While I feast my eyes on her and my hand makes a move towards her so I can feel her silky skin under my palm, she does the same with me. With eyes open wide she studies every single part of my body with admiration, stretching out a hand and placing it on my chest as if to explore. She strikes me with circling hand moves, exploring every square inch. I’m aware I look good, my body is athletic, tight, the regular mariner activities have trained my muscles. I’m not as sinewy as Liam, but bulkier and more robust, but girls never complain about my anatomy. Still the way Amina is eyeing me, with something close to fanatic devotion, my physique has never been praised. This girl has never seen, or at least, never touched a live naked man, for sure.

I’m just about to tell her how beautiful and hot she is when one of her hands goes into my wet hair, and the other one starts southward as she begins to talk.

‘You’re so beautiful, Dylan. I’ve never thought a man can be so beautiful when naked.’

I’m stuck on that. I hope she means to say manly, strong and all that… athletic. She just couldn’t find the right word.

‘Well, darling,’ I pull my mouth, ‘I have never been mocked as beautiful, for sure.’

She looks at me with surprise, without a trace of pretence.

‘Really? But you are that.’ She moves her hand up and down my front with pleasure, her finger touches the tip of my erect p***s, and we both shiver. ‘These muscles,’ she kisses me above one of my n*****s, ‘are hard and inviting. And this, here,’ she runs her finger along an old scar near my shoulder,’ is stunning.

This wording is more to my liking, but before my mind would be totally blown by the things she is saying, I pull her to myself and begin to kiss her. I don’t really know what to think of her terms of praise, because she says them so simply and without pretence, that I feel like the rug is being pulled from under my feet. I cover her mouth with mine, my tongue makes way into her mouth between her lips, and I strongly suck, taste and bite her.

‘You are beautiful and exciting. I want to taste you, everywhere. I want you so much. Can you feel it?’ I ask, driving her hand onto my d**k.

‘Oh, Dylan…’ she pants feverishly. ‘Help me. Show me how it is good for you.’

Good God! her naïve and silent words and that strange little accent with which she says them, drive me completely crazy.

‘Hold it with your hand like this,’ I show her, and deep inside me, the caveman is dancing savagely, because her fingers can’t reach me fully around. ‘Ca-ca-careful. It’s really sensitive now.’

‘Is it… is it always so…’

‘Big?’ I grin, my ego basking in the comment. ‘No, baby. Only when you are near me and I want to shag you like now.’

She opens her mouth, but I don’t let her speak. I strike down on it and while we kiss wantonly, I begin to run her hand up and down my d**k, with nice and long moves. The sensation her pretty little hand is against my skin is hard to describe. I’ve wanted her to touch me for such a long time, and I’ve wanted to touch her too, but now that it’s happening, I’m too excited, and afraid I might lose control soon. Our kisses become more heated, Amina’s hand is getting faster on me. As we devour one another, I can feel that the waves of pulsating pleasure are focused in one place, the sensitive skin on my bowl tenses pleasurably. I groan involuntarily as the spiral takes me higher and higher, but I won’t let it go to the point of no return. I definitely don’t want to c*m before her, so no matter how much I hate to do it, I grab her hand, and carefully give it a squeeze on my d**k.

‘Stop.’

Breathing into my mouth, she looks up with impatience.

‘What’s the matter?’

‘We must slow down, or I will explode in a few seconds.’

‘I thought that was good.’

I burst into laughter. This chick is adorable.

‘That’s f*****g good, but first I want to do something.’

‘Ah, I get it,’ she mumbles, sucking in her upper lip, and I see her squeezing her thighs tight. She is aroused, but I definitely want to find out, how much.

I place her hands on my shoulders.

‘Hold on to me, okay?’

She nods with obedience. My hands glide down her perfect neck to her collar bone, but as I grab her breasts, her body tenses.

‘Is everything okay?’ She nods again, closing her eyes.

I’m being careful, stroking and circling around her n****e with tenderness. I’m certain I’m not causing any pain, I guess she only needs a little time to ease her inhibition. My mouth follows the path of my hand, licking her silky skin, finally sucking in a n****e with pleasure. I watch her every little move, following her sighs, my tongue reacts to each little shiver. As I admire and taste her, I remember that I’m on virgin terrain. I feel like an astronaut, setting foot on a newly discovered heavenly body for the first time. My mouth is the first to give her pleasure, teasing her body, and this arouses me even more.

I kneel down before her and my kisses progress down her belly. I lick her and suck her in wherever I can, and when she realizes what I’m planning to do, she digs her fingers into my hair and whispers my name. I look up at her, and now that I see her rich and round breasts from below, I have to gather all my will-power to delay my own pleasure.

‘Dylan… are you sure?’

Her cheeks flash up with desire and expectation, and I look up at her with a grin. This is the question of the decade. Do I want to taste the p***y of the coolest chick of the world?

‘Positive, baby. Aren’t you?’

I pull my thumbs down her silky folds, at which her knees wobble.

‘Oh God, I…’

‘Talk to me. Do you want me to kiss you down here too?’

Her voice is faint with lust, and I see her making an effort to say: ‘I’d really… love that.’

‘You’ll get it, my beauty,’ I answer, reaching between her thighs. ‘Spread your legs. Yes, a bit more. Good.’

Holy crap! Now that I have better access, I pull her gently apart, and the sight brings me close to a heart attack. My hands are shaking as I lean over and lick it thoroughly. She screams out, grabs my hair and moans my name. I kiss into it with pleasure again and again, not getting enough of its flavour. Smooth and untouched like velvet. Not a damn hair on it anywhere. The thought comes to my mind that Liam will have to be resuscitated when he sees this. I want her to forget everything, to surrender to me and be mindful of my every touch. I want her to enjoy my pampering, and yes, I want her to c*m on my tongue. I want to be the first for whom she spreads her thighs, to whom she offers herself and who takes her to the top.

She is shaking between my hands, sighs, pants, and presses herself eagerly against my mouth, which blows my mind. My crotch is pulsing, it’s actually in pain as the sperm wants to burst from it. I’m insane with the longing to lift her onto me, but I can’t. Considering the state I am in, I couldn’t be gentle to her, but this is her first time. She’s a virgin, damn it, and although I want to push her against the wall and shag her to bits, even I wouldn’t be able to do such a cruel thing.

She holds on to the tiles at the side to balance herself, because her legs are so shaky. She is very moist and bloated, I don’t think she is very far from cumming on my mouth, but I couldn’t really tell which one of us is closer to the climax. I’m having a very hard time, I must give it a little push or I will c*m at the mere sight before helping her to get there first. I pull one of her legs onto my shoulder to give her support, and she’s not even protesting anymore, she’s readily pushing herself into my face.

‘Are you ready?’ I ask, not expecting an answer, since I can sense on my tongue, how ready she is.

‘For… for what?’ she groans, but my index finger is already circling at her entrance.

I slide into her, at which she gets on her tiptoes, but her hand wanders back into my hair. She sweetly pulls my hair at times, that’s how I can estimate if my finger goes to the right places. I have to massage her a bit more on the inside and lick on the outside until I feel her relax, even the last of the cramp leaves her. Just then, I drive my second finger in, rubbing with a bit more intensity, but with my other hand I need to clutch my d**k under the rim of the bowl, I’m so close to falling to pieces. I can’t even remember when I last had to apply this technique when I was with a woman. Maybe when I was sixteen.

I feel that no matter how wet she is, pulsing with heat inside, she is rather tight, and I take it for granted that it will be heaven to get deep inside her. She begins to quiver and pulsate while chanting my name.

‘Dylan, I think… I don’t know how much longer I can go.’

‘Relax, don’t try to hold it back. I want to see you c*m, you’re so damn sexy.’

‘But I thought…’

I know what she thought, but how do I explain to her that I couldn’t be as gentle to her as I should? I’m almost sure if I shag her now, I will cause her pain.’

‘Patience, babe, you’ll get that too, but you’re not quite ready yet. Just leave yourself to me, right?’

Curving my fingers, I begin to pump her quicker down below, sucking hard on her c******s at times, and she’s already shivering under my mouth. Quiet screams break from her throat, as she throws back her head, her hands are scratching my shoulders. A real wild cat. Her knees fold as pleasure shakes her body. If I wasn’t holding her, she would probably drop to the floor. I wait for the pulsation to ease a little, then slowly stand up, all the time licking her belly button and belly, then pressing my mouth against hers. She’s still shaking with pleasure when I grab her wrist and take her hand to my d**k, starting to pump. I pull my hand away, and she seems to be a fast learner because she continues on her own, but in such a way that at the fourth pull I shout out, and with a wild splash I c*m over her belly. Our bodies heave together as our kissing turns from wild to intimate. This has been the most intense oral orgasm I have seen, and it can hardly end.

I lean my forehead against the tiled wall and slowly, panting, I calm down. God, this was absolutely amazing. Amina looks down between our bodies with admiration, with my d**k in her hand which is still half-erect.

‘Careful,’ I warn her.

She looks up at me with a feverish stare, as if she can’t believe that she is really holding a man’s p***s in that pretty hand of hers.

‘Did you enjoy it?’

‘This… this was the most fantastic experience of my life. I’ve never thought it was so much more… I mean…’

I grin at her embarrassment. She still has to learn.

‘You wouldn’t have thought how much better it feels when you don’t do it to yourself?’ she hangs her head, but I lift her chin, so we can face each other. ‘You don’t need to feel embarrassed, Amina. I’ve just taken my tongue back from between your legs, and I’ve just c*m over your belly thanks to your hand, so’ I shrug, ‘we know each other well enough, so you don’t have to feel ashamed in front of me.’

She blushes, yet never stops looking into my eyes. My words put a colour on her cheeks after all we have done to each other… f*****g crazy.

‘Do you always express yourself like this when you talk about s*x?’

‘Like this? You mean, cool and steamy?’ I wink at her and kiss her again.

Without resisting, she kisses me back eagerly, and her body presses against my d**k in such a way that I go hard again. If it goes on like this, we’ll never get out of the shower, and my brother is in the meantime banging his head against the wall, feeling horny. As we unfold from the kiss, she sighs with lust.

‘Shameless and spoiled.’

I spread my arms and wink at her.

‘That’s me,’ I respond, imitating a salute with a grin.

‘And exciting,’ she bites her lip. ‘Really, really exciting.’

I spend the following five minutes soaping and rinsing her body, and to hell with it, I enjoy it so damn much. I meticulously touch around each of her hot curve and gap, with special attention to her breasts and the middle of her legs. We make slow progress because my hands rest again and again at the most mind-blowing spots, she is not stopping me, and I take delight in every moment as my fingers glide into her and my mouth is savouring her. Then we have a little spontaneous anatomy class about the structure and operation of the male reproductive organs. Leaning against the wall, I allow her to explore whatever takes her interest on me. She is an enthusiastic and passionate pupil; I swear I never would have thought she would be so open to new things.

After I c*m between her hands the second time, I rinse us and dry her moist skin to the last drop of water with a towel. I wrap her into the towel while putting on tracksuit bottoms, leaving my chest bare, because I can see she likes it. She takes out a pair of shorts and a long shirt, but when she reaches for the bra, I hold her hand down. She looks at me inquisitively, but I only shake my head. Don’t put it on! – I whisper into her ear, making her smile shyly, but she does as told, and only puts the shirt on. As we start down the stairs, she suddenly pauses and pulls me back by the arm. I turn to face her, her hair is moist after the shower, her gaze is still veiled with the last waves of pleasure. I’ve never seen a more natural, more exciting woman.

‘This has been the most amazing experience of my life. I’ve never done anything so exciting and sensual.’

‘Really?’ I ask with a grin. She nods and licks her lips. ‘And the rest is still to come,’ I raise my eyebrows, making her sigh out with agitation.

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Dylan picks me up playfully and carries me downstairs in his arms. It might even be a good idea, because my head feels dizzy, even if I haven’t had a drop to drink. I feel high with the feeling that fills my whole body from head to toe – and all because of what we have done in the shower. s*x is fantastic. I have never felt so liberated and happy as before with Dylan. Okay, technically I’m still a virgin, which really surprises me, considering I spent the last hour with Dylan Stark, stark naked. Knowing his s****l appetite – and his previous life – I thought he would throw himself on me at the first opportunity, and like some caveman, take my virginity, banging his chest. Yet, he was gentle, patient and gentle as hell, trying to desperately hold back his own pleasure. I don’t know if I’m deceiving myself or not, but from this I have to believe I’m important to him. He looks out for me and my feelings, and he doesn’t treat me as one of his meaningless objects of fun. And the things he has done with my private parts is indescribable. As if he knew exactly where to touch me to give me pleasure and take me to the top whenever and however he wants to do it.

I remember my conversation with Selina when we were saying smart things about things like wedding night and the experiences of our future husbands. Well, life is unpredictable, because I am neither married, nor am I even preparing for my wedding night, yet I can definitely say it’s crazily exciting when I am between the hands of a man who is skilled. Dylan has given me new pleasures, and as he put it, this is just the beginning.

The moment he puts me on the floor and I turn towards the glass slide door, I become certain he is a hundred percent right. I take sight of Liam stepping out of the garden shower in front of the house. He walks up the steps from the sandy beach to the veranda. He wears swimming trunks and water is dripping from him everywhere. I stare at him dumbfounded, with my chin dropped, because the whole sight with the beach and the waves in the background is like the most mind-blowing swimsuit advert I have ever seen. He must have just come back from swimming. He is drying his wet hair with a towel and as I watch his figure, tall and his muscles toned, my knickers go moist in a second.

It might seem superficial why I keep drooling over the sight of these two male physiques, but it’s also a fact that so far I have been totally distanced from such pleasures. Nudity is not in fashion where I come from, while most girls my age over here are already somewhat experienced when it comes to various kinds of s*x, and I have only done kissing, even that, fully dressed. The closest to admiring a naked male torso was when I saw them online back at the dorm when my female classmates were being naughty on the internet. In swimwear I have only seen my siblings at our private pool, and that, well, does not count as an erotic experience.

Looks like after twenty-one years of sheltering, heaven has pitied me and I have hit jackpot, because these two men, although in two different ways, are the two most attractive guys of the universe.

Dylan is strong, shoulders broad, robust and muscular, his chest is covered with tiny dark hair, and my palm loves to smooth over it. His body is tanned, with healed scars here and there on his skin, scrapes, old wounds. Far from immaculate, and that’s what makes him perfectly masculine. His p***s is just like himself: powerful and thick. I have absolutely no experience with male organ sizes, but it’s a fact that I couldn’t fully reach around its girth. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to feel such a sturdy, massive s*x organ inside me, but I’m sure Dylan drives women into a lustful frenzy with it. His hair is dark, almost black, and his eyes are a mysterious deep brown. I think he impersonates that typical, phlegmatic bad boy from whom every good mother would safeguard their daughter. A nightmare of fathers whom they would like to just shoot when they make an appearance in front of the house to take their daughter out on a date. He is well aware of his charm and uses it knowingly when he wants to get a woman. I could say that those who surrender are foolish and I don’t get why they are so crazy about him, but it would be hypocrisy since I’m crazy for him myself. His grumpiness also includes a kind of sensitivity, his phlegmatic nature conceals a kind of self-defence, which, considering his eventful childhood, is self-explanatory. It’s a great risk to be with Dylan, you could quickly lose your heart, getting nothing permanent in return. Yet, the more he rejects intimacy and makes himself out to be unworthy of love, the more attracted I feel to him.

As opposed to that, Liam Parker is a dream guy. Both in body and soul, he embodies all a woman would ever want from her partner. Dr Parker’s could easily model for any male magazine. The laugh is that he is exactly someone who would never even think about doing such a thing, and I don’t think he finds his own looks particularly appealing. He was simply born with lucky genes, his is not very conscious of his diet, and only goes running to air his head out after work. But whenever that charming, boyish yet hot smile spreads over his face, you just feel like the sun has come up and everything will turn out to be nice. He is a selfless, devoted friend, with an inexplicable optimism regardless all he had to go through with his wife who had cancer. There is no perfect man, I know that very well, but I haven’t yet to discover Liam’s faults. If he has such, they’ve got to be buried really deep, and I have no idea what it would take to dig them up. I long for his closeness, to be in his arms, and to hear his soothing voice in my ears while we kiss and cuddle. And I long for much more, to get to know one another as close as possible between a woman and a man. I want to be the reason to conjure that heartthrob of a smile on his face.

And now, with butterflies in my stomach, I’m waiting to see how he reacts to what has happened between Dylan and I upstairs. Because he knows what happened in the shower, I’m sure about that. If anything, from my lustful groans and Dylan’s shouting when he reached the climax from my hands. I know based on our agreement, I am the girlfriend of both of them, so he has no right to hold me accountable for anything, yet I feel the urge to tell him I’m still a virgin.

As he walks inside through the balcony’s door in his wet swimsuit, we lock our gazes into each other, and I can see that he knows. At least, he thinks he knows. He looks over me seriously, almost with worry, his eyes are caught on my breasts, at this moment not covered by a bra. he gulps and takes a deep, agitated breath. I am fighting the reflex to cover myself, instead I press my hand against my thigh. His eyes then wander over to Dylan, and for a second his mouth twitches, but the shadow on his face is quickly replaced by a sexy smile.

‘So?’ he raises his eyebrows. ‘Did you have fun?’

I glance at Dylan with uncertainty, not knowing what to say. I don’t want to be distasteful. He, of course, is far from embarrassed.

‘More fun than you think, bro. But I can see the water is quite cold,’ he nods towards Liam’s crotch with his chin. ‘A little pampering would do you good.’

‘Dickhead,’ Liam answers him, giving him the finger. Then he turns towards me. ‘Are you all right?’ he asks with a much softer voice.

Since I have no idea how to express how I really feel, I simply say, very well. While Dylan is working in the kitchen, we study one another for a bit, then I step up to him and take the towel from his hand. He lets me do it, then as I begin to rub his shoulders and chest with gentle moves, he closes his eyes and sighs. I continue wiping him, working my way downwards to his desirable sixpack, and now we groan in sync. Should I feel ashamed that his closeness arouses me so much after what happened in the shower? Maybe I should. But since they handle the situation so naturally, it helps me relax and get over my inhibitions. I still want him to know how it was with Dylan.

‘Liam,’ I start, but he presses his finger onto my mouth at once. When I plant a kiss on it, his hand is replaced by his lips on my mouth, and he begins to kiss me with passion.

‘Don’t say anything!’

I want to protest, but he won’t let me speak, and his tongue in my mouth and his palm on my butt soon makes me forget all about being stubborn.

His trunks and his hair are wet, and as he pulls me towards him, I hold on to him, so I get watery too. The cold water comes as a shock to my body heated with desire; I shiver between his arms.

‘Are you cold?’ he whispers into my mouth between two kisses.

‘No, just your trunks have made me wet too.’

‘I hope to make you even more moist, and very soon,’ he mumbles, running his fingers through my hair, and looking down between us.

My n*****s are now pushing forward naughtily, protruding under the fabric of the T-shirt, and from what I can see – and also feel on my belly – the sight is turning on Liam. He runs his hand down my shoulder, down the line of my side, and settles at my ribs. I sigh as his thumb begins to gently circle by the edge of my breast. The rough desire aflame in his eyes leaves me in no doubt about what’s on his mind.

‘I’ll just take off this wet stuff. Fancy coming upstairs with me and help?’

His voice is hoarse and heated. With excitement, I look up at him. So, is this some coded invitation for s*x? Or not even coded? Doesn’t matter, whatever his plan is, I’m all game for it. I smile at him; we take each other’s hands and we’re on our way towards the steps. As we walk, my eyes meet Dylan’s, and I suddenly go uncertain. I have no clue what I should do. Should I perhaps ask if he wants to join? Do I really want him to come with us, at all? In the present moment, even one aroused man seems to be a big challenge, what would I do with two? Luckily, he himself solves the problem for me when he winks at me with naughtiness, and begins to speak with a grin.

‘Just get to it, don’t wait for me, I still have some things to do down here. I will light the fire under the tub, I have the feeling a warm bath will be great tomorrow morning.’

Blushing, I expect Liam to snap at him, instead he puts a hand on my shoulder to pull me closer and then he gives an understanding answer.

‘Good idea, bro. I agree, we will need it.’

Hardly reaching the upper floor, he practically yanks me into the room with the double bed. Although the curtains are drawn, a little light is still filtering through from outside. Eagerly, he presses me against the wall, which really surprises me, because I’ve only been used to tenderness from Liam, but right now it seems he is losing his head. He carries his gaze over my body, he almost strips me with his eyes. I feast my eyes on him with the same pleasure, my hands jerk with the desire to finally touch him.

‘You’re not wearing a bra,’ he states the obvious, without expecting an answer. ‘Do you know how it makes me feel when I see you like this?’ he mumbles with a restrained voice, his hand glides over to my breast, it begins to circle around my n****e with provocation. I shake my head, and the excitement closes my throat from any sound to leave it. He looks down, I follow his eyes and come to understand that he wants to call my attention to his erect p***s underneath the moist swimsuit. I feel rather filthy as I stare at the longish blob, but the sight is so exciting, that I can’t seem to take my eyes off it. ‘I want you, Mina,’ he continues, and leans over to kiss me with demand. I open my mouth for him at once, folding my arms around his neck, sigh between his lips, when his hardness presses against my belly. ‘I’m so crazy about you, that I don’t know if I can give you what you need.’

‘I need you,’ I whisper my response.

‘I don’t want it to be too quick, I want you to enjoy it, I want it to be good for you, but you must let me know if I’m too fast.’ To reply, all I can manage is a sigh filled with pleasure. ‘I want to make you mine; I want to be lost in you, taste every single part of you, and taste you on my mouth.’

His words make me lose my mind; never would I have thought men speak about s*x so openly, almost roughly. Are all of them like this, or have I managed to end up with two lovers who have the most liberal mouths in the world? I also want to express myself in front of him without inhibitions, but I find it hard to put my desires into words. I’m trying to fight my clumsiness; I don’t want anything to stand between us.

‘I want the same, Liam. I want you to do with me whatever you long to do.’

He draws back, panting, and looks at me with burning eyes. He laughs out with agony, turning his head towards the ceiling.

‘You don’t know what you’re asking.’

I rub my hips against him, alluringly. He groans.

‘I’m ready. Show me everything.’

‘First of all, I want to take this off you,’ he says, and grabs the bottom of my shirt.

I lift up my arms to help him, and as I stand there in front of him, half naked, I get ready for him to jump on me at once, but he doesn’t. He curses under his breath and digs his fingers into his hair. I don’t know what his idea of a perfect woman is, what he finds attractive, I’m only trying to read from his face whether he likes me or not. For an unlikely amount of time, he devours me with his eyes, almost with adoration, and to ease my embarrassment, I glide my palms up his chest, all the way to his face, and I pull him to me. I kiss him, my bare breasts pressed against his body, which makes him moan with pleasure, and he lifts me up. My back is squeezed against wood as he steps forward and presses me between himself and the wall. He pushes his hips forward, then brings them back, then forward again, with wild, demanding moves. This is only an imitation of penetration, but as his hardness is rubbed roughly against my crotch, it’s so good, there are no words to describe it. He keeps one hand under my butt, the other is stroking my breasts, his hips are pumping between my thighs pressed apart, and all this time we are kissing, lost into each other. I don’t know how he can do all these things at the same time. I feel dizzy, even though he is the one supporting me. My body is pulsing with desire, when I suddenly feel that Liam starts walking with me towards the bed. Carefully, he lays me down on my back, while kissing, licking, sucking me, wherever he can.

‘You’re beautiful, Mina. Perfect,’ he draws back a little, to feast his eyes on me. ‘Your breasts just fit into my hands, see?’ he murmurs, and prying his fingers open, he grabs them. I pull myself on my elbows and watch him feeling my breasts as if under a spell. I seem to remember I should probably feel a lot more embarrassed, but strangely I am not. As his hands touch my skin and his mouth is against my lips, it’s like I have been preparing for this moment all my life; as if being in his arms was like an arrival home.

My n*****s grow hard under his fingers and I shiver with pleasure. His wet swimsuit have already moistened my shorts too, and they uncomfortably stick to my body. There is only one thing I want more than for him to rid me of my last piece of clothing: and that is, that he takes off his own clothes. His breathing is more and more rapid, his hips are pressed so vehemently against my groin that I feel I am going to explode if nothing happens soon. I know he is taking me into consideration, he doesn’t want to go to quick, but to hell with that! There is no way I could be more ready than this. As if he was reading my thoughts, panting, with eyes full of feverish desire, he looks up at me, never taking his hands off my sore, erect n*****s. He asks me with a dying voice:

‘Are you sure about this? You know you can stop me anytime. But the further we go, the harder it will be…’

‘I’ve never been more sure of anything,’ I interrupt him with eagerness. His lips slowly curve downwards, and that irresistible, charming grin spreads on his face – the one that knocks me off my feet every time I see it.

My heart is beating wildly as we look at one another, and a strange, shivering heat comes over me, a new, yet unknown feeling. This can’t just be my excitement over the first time. This is something else, but I have no time to analyse it, because Liam begins to speak again.

‘All right.’ He positions himself on his elbows on my both sides and pushes himself into kneeling. His biceps tense so nicely with the effort, that I can’t help lick my lips. I want to lick all over his bulging muscles, not only there, but all over his body, everywhere. The urge is so strong that I have to press my lips together so I can resist it. ‘Then it’s time I got rid of these,’ he says.

He climbs off the bed, straightens himself, and with slow moves he begins to lower his swim trunks, as though testing my patience. The wet fabric is sticking to his skin, he has to push the waistband hard in order to pull it through his large erection. I sit up and watch with excitement as the tip comes into view first, then inch by inch the full, swollen organ, pointing forward. I almost forget to breathe at the sight.

His thing is perfect, just as he is. The trunks fall to the floor, he steps out of them and kicks them to the side. He is apparently not embarrassed about being naked, and that is also really hot. He is different from Dylan: I guess, he is not so thick, but longer. Yet, there isn’t a detail about him that I would change. I scan his body with my eyes, then, once again, my stare settles on his p***s. I can see the tip of his d**k glittering with the first of the moisture. In my fantasy I take photos of it, saving every single perfect part of his body into the depths of my mind. Nothing for twenty-one years, and today this is the second erect p***s I see in real life. The thought that he has been aroused because of me, and wants me in such an obvious way, makes me feel like a charming diva. I don’t know if he does this consciously or just out of instinct, but as he stands here, watching me, his hand finds his d**k and it begins to work it slowly. I can almost see it pulsing, and the move with which he touches himself, lights a million hot sparks in my groin. I know that the sore, pulsing desire deep inside me can only be extinguished by him making me his.

‘I haven’t been with anybody for such a long time,’ he mumbles with a soft, hoarse voice, and takes a step towards me.

‘Re…really?’ I stutter, breathing erratically, as he stops at the end of the bed, and lays his hands on my ankles.

For a few seconds he is gently stroking my shins, then grabs my ankles and firmly pulls me towards him. I lay back on the mattress, yet never avert my eyes from him.

‘There have been some women, but no one for a while. I didn’t even want it. I never wanted anybody as much as you. I have wanted you since I first saw you.’

His words take me by surprise and spoil my soul as much as his hands are spoiling my body. This intelligent, successful, sensitive, handsome and damn sexy man has wanted me from the start. I don’t know how to respond; my throat tightens with emotions.

His palm is gliding up my leg, up my thigh, and then as it reaches my shorts, it stops at the button. He undoes it, all the time looking into my eyes. Slowly, he begins to pull my shorts down.

‘I have wanted you from the first moment. You excite me, you drive me crazy. I want to make love to you right now,’ he mumbles, while pulling my shorts lower and lower.

My belly is revealed, then, inch by inch, my groin. Somehow, I feel more naked now than before, under the shower. Perhaps subconsciously I felt that the water was covering part of my body.

The outer world is more and more distant, until finally everything ceases to be, and there is only this room and us, he and I, and that deep longing from the guts that draws us to one another. I close my eyes and holding my breath, I allow my full nudity to be revealed for him. I sense the shorts touch against my thighs, my knees and finally my ankles, then I hear them fall to the floor.

‘Damn!’ I hear Liam’s shocked voice, and right after that, Dylan’s:

‘I knew you’d be blown away.’

Dylan? My eyes suddenly pop open, and I turn my head to the door. He stands in his grey tracksuit bottoms, leaning against the door frame, his upper body is bare, his hair is a mess in his forehead, and he is openly staring at us. I freeze for a moment, my body jerks with the recognition that there are three of us in the room. It would be hypocrisy to say I didn’t hope it would turn out like this deep in my heart, but now that my desire is becoming reality, I begin to shiver, and again, a feeling of shame is coming over me. My eyes wander over to Liam who is also looking at me, his hands massaging my thigh. He must feel my uncertainty, because while his fingers are gently circling on my skin, he begins to speak with a deep, firm voice.

‘If you want Dylan to leave, you only have to say the word, and he will. Amina, look at me, and say you got it,’ he calls on me, and I look into his eyes. ‘Nothing else will happen, only what you also want. Right?’ he asks, turning his head to Dylan.

‘Of course,’ comes the assurance from the door.

‘Mina, I have to hear it.’

‘I got it,’ I mumble with a low voice.

‘Do you want Dylan to go and leave us alone? Or do you want me to go, and leave you with him?’

My eyes shift between the two men, and I give it a serious thought. If I want to be honest with myself, what makes this thing perfect is that all three of us are in it. I don’t want to send Liam away, and it’s out of the question that Dylan should leave. This is exactly where I want to be, with both of them, whatever it might involve. I don’t know if I will ever regret this decision, but at this moment this seems to be the most honest choice. I take a deep breath and try to speak with a firm voice.

‘I want him to stay. I want both of you to stay.’

A satisfied groan breaks from Dylan, Liam nods with seriousness, exchanging a meaningful glance with Dylan, then he focuses once again on my bare body. He kneels onto the mattress and rests his desire-filled eyes on my crotch. His stare is soon to be followed by his hands; they begin to stroke my sensitive skin carefully, just an inch from my c******s. I shiver with pleasure and as I pull myself on my elbows, I see Dylan step away from the door and stop beside the bed. Should I feel ashamed because not long ago his fingers were touching me right there, with the same degree of intimacy, and now, with hungry eyes he watches Liam explore my body? It just arouses me all the more.

‘You are shaved. Why?’

At Liam’s hoarse voice I turn my head back. It looks like the sight excites him as much as Dylan was excited by it before. For me, the regular removal of body hair is a normal routine, and in the Arabian world, for women prior to the first s****l experience it is downright obligatory. I won’t deny that before we came here, I did it as a symbolic act. True, tonight is not my wedding night, but because it is still my first s****l experience, I thought full waxing was appropriate.

‘Where I come from, every girl gets waxed before…’ I cut myself short before the word ‘wedding night’ would slip, ‘before their first time.’

‘Holy s**t,’ Dylan snorts, and licks his lips.

Liam’s eyes slowly grow detached from my gaze, he longingly studies my body and leans forward. I feel him lick the inner side of my ankle, and making his way very slowly upward, he covers my leg with kisses. It’s tickly and exciting at the same time, but as he is approaching my groin, I can’t take it anymore, and I lay back on the cushion, shivering.

‘Her skin is like velvet. I could just lick it all day,’ Dylan says with a cooing, sexy voice. ‘Can you feel that?’

Is he talking to Liam? Damn, how could anyone endure this with sanity?

‘Like velvet,’ Liam moans, and slowly looks up at me. Softly, he pushes my thighs apart, now his face is between my legs. ‘I love your skin. Smooth, perfect, kissable. Let me come closer. Relax, my beauty!’ he whispers, and spreads my legs even more with his palms. Quivering, I give way to him, hardly daring to breathe as I feel his breath on my p***y. ‘I can smell you,’ he takes a deep breath, and licks me all over, with pleasure, as if I was ice cream. ‘You intoxicate me,’ he mumbles, and I’m losing my mind with lustful desire. I’m not even embarrassed anymore, because the whole situation is so absurd and out of this world that I simply surrender and let myself be caught in the sensual flow.

In a state close to delirium, I hear Dylan’s voice next to me:

‘Tell me, how is she? Is she ready?’

I am no longer thinking, my consciousness drifts on a whole new level, I feel fully free. Liam’s fingers are carefully working me, he softly makes way with them for his tongue, and does things with me that I never even dreamed about. I groan, lifting my hips instinctively, sighing his name pleadingly. He is driving me crazy. And then, as one of his fingers slides into me, I scream out, but at once, I want more. Liam silently curses as his fingers massage me with more and more force.

‘Show me!’ Dylan groans.

Liam turns towards him and shows him his hand moist with the visible evidence of my excitement.

‘She couldn’t be more ready.’

‘Oh f**k,’ Dylan answer roughly.

The intensive pumping of his fingers and the mild sucking he applies to my c******s push me over the peak too quickly. An involuntary scream breaks from me, and losing control, I surrender to the sweet waves of orgasm. I have no idea how long I shiver under the pampering of his hand and mouth, but it seems an eternity, and then my body calms down. I hear some blurred voices that call my beautiful and f*****g sexy, but I have no idea which man is talking. Somehow everything is mixed together, but I hardly have time to come round, Liam wildly pushes his tongue into my mouth at once, and I can taste my own excitement on it. This is the dirtiest and most erotic thing I have ever done.

‘I want you so much, Mina. I can’t wait any longer. Do you want me too?’

I nod, and digging my fingers into his hair, I pull him closer. I am going to die with longing if he doesn’t do it right now.

‘I need to hear it,’ he demands.

‘Oh God, Liam, I want it. Yes. I want you,’ I whisper, excitedly.

He snorts with satisfaction, reaches out his hand to the side, and opens the drawer of the bedside table. he takes out a little package, then gets up on his knees. It looks magnificent as he rips it open with a skilled move of the hand and places the condom onto the tip of his p***s. my hand moves towards him, I want to help, but he seems to be able to read my thoughts because an immediate answer comes to my unasked question.

‘Another time, okay? I promise you, sweetie, you can practice on me later as much as you want, but now I would explode the damn second you put your hand on me,’ he says with determination.

I guess, Dylan finds this funny, because I hear a quiet giggle from behind my back. The condom is stretched tight over his bloated d**k, it looks like it could burst any moment. When he is ready, he leans over me again and fire spreads in my veins when our bodies press against each other at the right parts. He pushes his hips against me, causing us both to groan, his hardness is pressed against my belly. We look into each other’s eyes, he leans over, kisses me at first gently, but soon his kiss becomes tough, demanding. Then again, he kisses me with tenderness, then hard, and it goes on and on, for who knows how long, until I feel like I can’t take it anymore.

‘Liam, please!’

‘Ready?’

‘I want you. Please!’ I pant, pleadingly.

I can feel his body quivering over mine, he puts part of his weight on his lower arms, he breathes haltingly. With his knee, he pushes my thighs apart, positions himself in the middle, and pushes himself slightly higher. His hands are shaking as he grabs himself, and circles at my entrance for a while.

‘Look, Amina,’ he murmurs, and his words are closer to an order than a request. ‘I want you to watch me as I make you mine.’

With cheeks aflame, I look down between us, vaguely aware of Dylan hoarsely cursing on the edge of the bed. A drop of sweat runs down Liam’s forehead as he thrusts his erect p***s into me for the first time. I groan loudly with the pressure, my hands try to grab the bedsheet at the sides, but just then, a hand interlocks its fingers with mine. Dylan’s hot hand. I glance sideways and see the unmistakable, wild flame of desire glittering in his eyes the same as in Liam’s.

‘Trust yourself to me, baby. It will be good. You’ll enjoy it, I know,’ he says with a hoarse voice, and lifting my hand to his mouth, he kisses into my palm.

I already know that the erotic heaven exists, and these two men are leading me there through its gate.

‘Damn it, man…’ Dylan mumbles. ‘It really is as tight as…’

‘Will you shut up?’ Liam bursts out roughly, casting an almost pleading glance at his friend. ‘You’re f*****g not helping with your remarks.’

He lifts his hands with defence, smiling naughtily. Then Liam seems to lose the game of patience, because he forcefully thrusts his hips forward, half penetrating me. I feel a slight stinging from my underbelly, but it’s not too bad. The endless pleasure as our bodies are finally joined after the long wait, overwrites everything. I lift my back from the mattress and grab his back with my free hand.

‘Easy, bro. Be careful with her.’

Liam stops mid-air, and stares at Dylan with a shock. Then at me, and back at Dylan.

‘Please, don’t stop,’ I beg him.

Liam’s mouth shivers, he wrinkles his forehead as if he is only just getting it now.

‘You are… still…? So upstairs you didn’t…?’

At first I don’t get what he is talking about, and look at Dylan with puzzlement. He gets it quicker.

‘We have left the pleasure to you, big guy,’ he says, grinning, but his eyes are not smiling.

I can sense some dead seriousness in his voice while he tells his best friend that he hasn’t taken my virginity, because he thinks it should be done by Liam. I turn back, our eyes meet. Surprise is replaced by deep passion on Liam’s face, in a matter of seconds. Slowly, he sinks onto me, takes my head between his two palms, and his hips start to move rhythmically. He gently slides forward, again and again and again, until there is no more. It’s a completely unknown, overwhelming feeling as I can feel his every inch inside me, pressing me, filling me, conquering me, possessing me. He stops, pausing, he presses his forehead against mine, and covers my mouth with feather-light kisses. Carefully, he withdraws. I moan, but not with pain. This closeness blows my mind. The way our bodies are merged, this intimate joining has opened new horizons for me.

‘Are you okay?’ he asks gently, all the time stroking, kissing me, while Dylan is sensuously sucking on the fingers of my left hand.

I don’t know how to respond. To say I’m okay, is not near enough to my euphoric state, so I just nod, and kiss him back with devotion.

‘Let me know if I’m causing pain. Right?’

‘You’re not…’ I sigh.

He pulls himself out halfway, then goes back in, and he repeats that a good few times, until I hear that his breathing gets erratic, and he begins to move faster. I feel no pain, only that somewhere, deep inside my groin, something is getting hotter and hotter. The burning is focused at one place, and putting more and more pressure on me until I feel that I can’t take it anymore, I will explode if orgasm doesn’t come soon. It’s almost unbearable, every part of my body is begging for satisfaction. My eyes begin to tear up and I hold my breath when Liam changes his position. He lifts my hips and I can vaguely feel that Dylan pushes a cushion under my butt. As a result, at the next thrusting, he penetrates me from a different angle, and in a few seconds this pushes me through the climax.

‘f*****g perfect,’ I hear his voice filled with passion, and although I don’t know whom he is speaking to, I totally have to agree with him.

‘I knew it,’ Dylan answers.

It is as if fireworks bursting in my brain. I yell out loud, groping his shoulder with my right, while my left is still in Dylan’s grip. This is pure madness.

‘Now… I’m going to… move faster,’ he pants. Faster? – The room is revolving around me. Is it even possible to move faster? ‘I have to…’ he groans, but then I also lift my hips towards him, causing him to thrust into me even wilder than before. ‘f**k it!’ he shouts, lifting his face to the ceiling. ‘Mina, you drive me insane!’

‘Tell him that you want him to c*m inside you. Tell him you want him!’ Dylan murmurs beside me. What he asks me to do seems to be obscene, but since everything he advised me about s*x has worked perfectly up to now, I overcome my shyness and say out loud:

‘I want you. I want you to c*m inside me. I want to feel it.’

Liam makes big eyes at me, then curses with his teeth clenched and speeds up the tempo. We hold onto each other tight, all three of us, since Dylan is still not letting go of my hand. We moan in sync, we sigh, we pant, then it gets so fast and intense that the new orgasm almost takes me by surprise. Briefly, but with much power, it shakes my body, and as Liam buries his face into my neck and moans out long and loud, then throws himself on me with his whole weight, exhausted, I know he has c*m to.

I have no idea how much time has passed when the fog of euphoria is finally clearing in my head and my breathing is getting back to normal together with Liam’s. He hasn’t come out of me, his hard chest is still pressed against mine, his body is still resting on mine, possessing it. My body parts are tingling with heat, post-waves of pleasure run through me, and I am perfectly exhausted in the most positive sense of the word. With a dizzy mind, I try to categorise what has just happened. I realise that I have lost my virginity, with another man looking on, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. s*x is a fantastic thing if you do it with the right partner, better than I ever thought. never for a moment did I feel unprotected or used. I wanted it to happen, both of us, or, more correctly, all three of us wanted it, and that’s what makes it perfect. With a happy contentment I remind myself that whatever happened, was my own decision, I decided it myself, not someone else. I gently smooth down Liam’s back, making him snort with pleasure. I softly run my fingers through his hair at the back of his neck, he lifts himself slightly and looks at me with narrowed eyes. I could swear his eyes are wet. He speaks with a hoarse voice:

‘Are you all right?’

I pull his head to me and kiss it lustfully, hoping it will more or less explain my present state. Liam groans and kisses me back at once. As his hips lustfully stir on top of me, I begin to feel his hardness again, which gives me fever, yet, I am absolutely knackered. At the moment I can’t even imagine surviving another round like the one before. Just then, a deep, rough voice is heard right next to us.

‘This has been the sexiest damn thing I have ever witnessed.’

Liam’s mouth unwillingly moves from mine, and we both turn to face Dylan.

He is sitting on the edge of the bed wearing just a pair of tracksuit bottoms, and its bulging front gives proof of how much he enjoyed the show. He is a feast for the eyes with his broad shoulders and tense chest muscles, as he studies my body with his messy hair and eyes aflame with desire. I’d lie if I said I don’t want him, despite the fact I am still pulsing because of Liam. I break out in goosebumps at my shameful thoughts. These men obviously work like aphrodisiacs on my senses.

‘I bet it has,’ Liam responds. I look at him and see his eyes are smiling.

He keeps his eyes on me while carefully moving away from me, taking himself out, and as I shiver with the slightly sharp feeling, he breathes gentle kisses on my lips.

‘It’s perfectly normal if it’s still a bit sensitive, okay? No need to worry about that, it will be better soon,’ he says caringly, amid kisses, and the only reason I don’t answer is that I’m not even worried. Because I love to listen to his caring words so much.

He climbs off me, and as our body are detached, I shiver at the cool breeze against my skin. It’s only stating the obvious that this has been the most amazing erotic event of my life, after all, I don’t have a reference, but the question crosses my mind how much he may have enjoyed it. I study Liam’s flushed face but have no clue what a satisfied man looks like right after s*x. Yet, knowing he has been with a number of much more experienced women before, I do wonder if I was too passive. Then, as my eyes fall on his p***s half-hard even now, the question simply spills from my lips:

‘And you… did you enjoy it?’

‘What?’ he looks at me with disbelieving eyes.

‘Did you enjoy it? Because… I know that I…’

Warningly, he puts his finger on my mouth, and begins to shake his head with his eyes closed. Looks like he wants to say something, but then thinks the better of it. I can also hear Dylan mumbling something, but I don’t dare look.

‘Did you perhaps feel like I didn’t enjoy it?’ he asks with a frown, and I shake my head. Indeed, I didn’t feel that, and I already regret mentioning it, allowing this silly uncertainty to take the better of me. ‘How was it for you?’ he asks me back.

‘Ehm… fantastic. Intense and… like an atomic bomb exploding inside me. Like… fireworks. The best thing I’ve ever felt.’

The two men look at one another exchanging a silent yet meaningful glance, then Liam licks his lips and turns towards me.

‘For me, it was exactly the same. Fantastic, intense and hot as hell. I loved every single second of it, you know?’ he says, dead serious. I gulp and nod. ‘I wanted you badly and I still do, never doubt that!’

‘Do you think we enjoy it less just because you are less experienced? Trust me, it only makes things more exciting,’ says Dylan now. ‘If I could, I’d climb on top of you right now, and continue where Liam left it off, the only thing that stops me is that you look absolutely shattered.’

I look from one to the other, now I’m positive I have hit the erotic jackpot.

‘And do you know what is best about s*x?’ Liam asks with a cheeky grin. Well, what is best about it? You guys. You are the best – I want to say, but instead I just shake my head. ‘That as time passes, it only gets better. As you get more experienced and braver, you’ll like it more and more.’

‘Really?’

‘Absolutely,’ nods Dylan with conviction.

As I look at his constant erection still visibly pushing against the front of his pants, I would like to ask him to teach me more things, to make love with me here and now, because I also want him like crazy. He comes a bit closer on the bed, and I feel a pang of guilt because he still hasn’t been satisfied, and I’ve already had a multiple number of orgasms tonight. I’d like to spoil him, I long to hear his satisfied moans while he cums inside me like I heard Liam’s just before, but a pleasant feeling of exhaustion is gradually coming over me. I stretch out my arm towards him, signalling I want him to come closer. At once, he lies down beside me. He runs his hand down my thigh, my hip, and then his hand settles on my waist. He turns me on my side as well, draws me to himself with a sigh, and we begin to kiss. This time he takes possession of every square inch of my mouth with pleasure and patient thoroughness. My butt touches Liam’s lap and I can feel him stroking my hair while Dylan’s lips send me to heaven. I have never felt anything like it before, as they pamper me from both sides, and I almost begin to doubt this is real, and I’m not just dreaming all this.

‘Dylan,’ I sigh his name, and my hand starts down his chest. As I reach the waist of his pants, he wraps his hand around my wrist and pulls it away.

‘Don’t’ he moans into my mouth, although the rhythmical moves of his hips suggest something else. I have just enough strength to look up at him with wonder. I was convinced he wanted it. ‘You’re exhausted. This is enough for a start,’ he says and pulls back somewhat.

I blink at him with puzzlement, then look at Liam, but I read surprise from his face as well. In the meantime, night has fallen, and I am indeed knackered. Although my body is filled with pleasant tiredness, I would still happily make love with him if he wanted that. He’s not waiting for me to answer but turns over to his back and draws my head on his chest. I have neither the strength nor the desire to protest, so I give in and allow him to hold me. The soft hairs are tickling my face in a heavenly way, I close my eyes and listen to his strong heartbeat with satisfaction. I feel Liam’s hand sliding over to my hip, and now he is gently stroking me. I can hear his breathing behind my back, and I no longer have any doubt, any fear. I feel safe, I feel loved and wanted, and I wouldn’t change anything that just happened for the whole world. My body and soul are relaxing, drowsiness comes over me soon, and I fall into a happy slumber.

I wake up to the sound of moaning, and my eyes pop open. Cautiously, I glance around, and immediately realize that the noise that has woken me was my own contented sigh. I don’t know how long I have slept, but there is already some sunlight filtering through the drapes, which tells me it must be early morning. Could it be I have slept through the whole night? Not that it’s any wonder after last night. My virginity, regarded so significant by religion, is only a memory now. I have made love for the first time in my life, and how! With two men. And I enjoyed it. It was an unbelievable, phenomenal, supernatural experience. I am waiting to see whether, with my waking consciousness, the guilt would also wake up inside me, but the condemning voice of my conscience is much quieter than I have expected it. Who would judge me for what you have done, Amina? In this room there is definitely no one to put the seal of shame on me, and I don’t want to deal with the rest just yet.

It’s a strange but also a nice feeling that I am not waking up alone. Liam’s hand is resting on my hip again, I hear his even breath in my ear, while Dylan is lying on the other side of the bed, not touching me. His eyes are open, I silently admire his profile as he stares at the ceiling. His chest is heaving at a steady pace, then he moves to push the blanket to the side with a careful move. He sits up, puts his feet on the floor, so I have a perfect view of his manly, muscle-toned back. I breathe in slowly and lick my lower lip, while admiring his broad shoulders, and with longing I watch the muscles tense on his sexy back. My eyes eagerly drink in the tempting sight, aflame with the desire to touch him, to feel his skin under my palm, and all that with Liam’s arm around me. My hand reaches out involuntarily, but before I would touch him, he stands up and quietly steps away from the bed. Just then I realize that he wants to go away, but he is moving very cautiously so as not to wake us. My throat tightens painfully, a tear of disappointment drips from the corner of my eye. God, I don’t want him to leave. The desperate cry breaks from me sooner than I could hold myself back:

‘Stay!’

Dylan’s powerful torso freezes, then he slowly turns around. He scans my body with his eyes, his gaze lingers a moment longer on Liam’s hand grabbing my hip, then wanders over to my breasts. I’m just now becoming aware of the fact that my upper body is not covered by the blanket. A gut instinct would drive me to cover myself at once, but I oppress it, because I see the flame of lust coming to life in his eyes. His voice is hoarse and hot as hell.

‘I thought you were asleep.’

‘I was.’ We hold eye contact for a few seconds, then he turns away, and digging his fingers into his hair, takes another step towards the door. ‘What are you doing?’ the words break from me. He is not answering, but I can tell from the agitated heaving of his shoulders that he is breathing faster. ‘Stay!’ I repeat. Cautiously, I free myself from Liam’s arm, and pull to the edge of the bed. Dylan hangs his head, sighs, then turns around. Tilting his head, he scratches the back of his neck, he looks really clueless. Only when I reach out my hand to him does he start walking back to the bed. He stops beside it, and the sight of his tracksuit bottoms hanging loose from his hips fills my groin with heat. I kneel down before him, press my hand against his belly right above the waistband where the fine hair emerges from under the fabric. Slowly, I begin to stroke it, my palms run higher on his tight torso, up his belly all the way to his shoulders. Gently, I begin to massage at his neck, then higher, the nape of his neck. he tilts his head back and moans under my pampering hands. ‘Please!’ I whisper into his chest, running my tongue along his belly with wantonness, up to his n****e. I continue touching him, breathing kisses on his shoulder. He speaks roughly.

‘Do you know what will happen if I stay?’

I smile to myself.

‘I know.’

‘Doesn’t it hurt?’ he asks, referring to the night time lovemaking. As I tilt my head forward, my eyes are caught by the front of his pants which is protruding like an erect tent.

Even if he is playing stubborn, his manliness speaks of something else. It’s a mind-blowing sight, my underbelly twitches with lust, I want him so much. I breathe haltingly as I respond.

‘I bit but… no big deal.’

‘You surprise me,’ he says with humour in his voice, but his next sentence is already dead serious. ‘Lower my track bottoms.’

I don’t hesitate a moment, just do as he says. I slide my fingers on both sides under the waistband of his pants, and I begin to pull them off. I watch with excitement as his sturdy d**k comes to light, proud and erect. I continue lowering the pants, while admiring the sight of this perfectly manly, steel-like man’s body, filled with power. The bottoms land on the floor, and I look up expectantly into his eyes, glittering dark.

‘Kiss me,’ he mumbles. I straighten myself to reach his mouth, but he shakes his head. ‘There.’

Suddenly, all the air leaves my lungs, and I feel my face turn scarlet red. He is not asking anything I haven’t already thought about, yet the situation is new to me, and I still feel embarrassed. But the desire to explore new things is driving me, I want to do it, despite the fact my female friends at the dorm told me controversial things about oral s*x.

‘Dylan,’ I hear Liam’s warning voice from behind my back.

‘She will only do what she wants to,’ Dylan answers on my behalf, and I smile to myself. I have to agree with him.

My inside is shivering, not from fear, but from excitement and expectation. There is only one thing I’m afraid of, and it’s that I might do something silly, making myself ridiculous. Slowly, I lean closer, lick my lips and carefully I approach the tip of his p***s. The moment my lips touch it and I lick over it, a shiver runs down his whole body. He squeezes my shoulder and snorts.

‘Oh fuck.’

‘Fifty seconds,’ Liam interferes from behind my back, at which, Dylan makes a rattling sound reminiscent of laughter.

I carefully move my lips over the silky skin covering the head, surrendering to the dizzying impact of the new experience. I kiss him as he asked, carefully taking more and more of it into my mouth. It’s unbelievably velvety, moist, and apparently hyper-sensitive. His body reacts to every tiny move I make, it jerks, pulses, and soon I taste a salty drop on my tongue that has dripped from its tip. I lick it off, savour it, and surprisingly I don’t find it one bit appalling. On the contrary. My crotch swells, asking for attention, as an obvious sign of my arousal, moisture is running down the inside of my thighs. Dylan gropes my hair, moans louder and louder, and although I know my moves are uncertain, his reaction encourages me, and I suck him in deeper. Just then, his hips push forward, I guess more out of instinct than knowingly, and I can already feel the tip of his p***s in my throat. That’s just… wow. The move takes me by surprise, I involuntarily draw back from the unknown feeling. I get a little discouraged, not knowing how to go on, but then Dylan firmly pushes me away, and looks down at me, panting.

‘Damn it, Amina!’ he groans with a low voice, grabbing himself.

‘This was enough for a start. Don’t go too far,’ Liam murmurs.

I turn around, my eyes shift between the two men. The blanket has come off Liam’s waist, his p***s is stiff and ready, as he sits on the bed, watching us. Maybe if I had more experience, I would know what to do, but now I choose to let them decide.

Dylan climbs onto the mattress and takes one from the pile of condoms on the bedside table. Wow! Judging from the amount, he must have some serious plans for the weekend. With skill, he unwraps the package and rolls the condom onto himself. He lays on his back, places a hand under his head, and with the other, he reaches between my legs. It’s a pleasure to see him laid out like this, with tensed chest muscles, his steel-like stiff d**k ready. If I didn’t want him with such eagerness, I swear I would run for my camera to document this moment. I kneel closer to him, and his right hand begins to explore the area between my thighs at once. Now I know what he will find, because I am so wet down there that the thought puts a redness on my face. Moaning, I turn my face to the ceiling as two of his fingers are placed into me, and I hear his satisfied laughter.

‘I am telling you, bro, she liked the oral fun.’

From Liam’s direction only a deep murmur comes as a response, and I admit, I find the way they discuss me, madly erotic. Just too hot.

‘I want more, Dylan,’ I sigh, with my hips moving at an even speed on his hand.

‘Oh baby, can you see this?’ he asks naughtily, and taking his hand from under his head, he grabs his p***s. ‘This whole thing is yours, if you want it. Put one of your legs over here, like that.’ He grabs my knee and pulls it over his hip, so now I am practically riding him. ‘That’s it. And now, lift yourself a little,’ he says, lifting my butt, and I follow his instructions, holding my breath. ‘A little more, and more. Good. Give me your hand.’ I slip my hand into his, he presses my palm onto his d**k, then removes his hand. ‘Now you are above, you are in control. I’m in your hands, do with me whatever you want,’ he says with a grin, and lies onto the mattress again.

My hand quivers on him a little, but the thrill of expectation is bigger than my worry. Glancing down at his sturdy d**k pulsing with veins, I can’t even imagine how this will work, but I’ve wanted this so long, I don’t really hesitate. I guide him to my entrance, and very slowly I begin to lower myself. It is silky to the touch, but it’s thick. Very thick.

‘f**k it. This is too much. Oh f**k!’ Liam moans next to me, and as I look in his direction, I see he is at least as aroused as Dylan.

His eyes and face are almost on fire, his d**k is protruding straight ahead, even though he is not even touching me, he is just watching us. His sight is motivating me too, it’s so damn inspiring that he considers me so attractive.

‘Relax, baby,’ Dylan encourages me, and then, with a forceful move I lower myself onto him. ‘It’s going to work, just… oh damn…’ he breaks out loudly, his head drops back, he closes his eyes.

‘Well, what is it? Need help?’ Liam snorts, and it really looks like he understands what the other one is going through.

Suddenly I’m not sure whether I have caused him pain or whether he feels the same sweetly aching, maddening pleasure as I do. It’s an unbelievable, indescribable feeling to have him inside me, as my body takes him in inch by inch, surrounding him.

‘Did you say fifty seconds before?’ he pants, and the question is probably intended for Dylan. ‘You overestimate me, mate. I might be able to take it for thirty, she’s so… hell, baby, you’re killing me.’

I position myself on his belly and gradually exhaling, I slide over him until he totally disappears under me. I pause for a second, thinking I would take a little break, but my hips, as if living a life of its own, lifts itself again. Dylan’s eyes pop open, we look at one another, but neither of us smiles this time. As I move upwards, he also takes a deep breath, his hand slowly slips over to my breasts. He grabs them as if they were his own property, the callus on his palm is rough against my sensitive skin, but I like it.

‘Oh God, Dylan,’ I sigh as I descend onto him again, this time a bit more daringly.

‘You set the tempo. Do it as your body dictates it.’

I close my eyes and do exactly what he said. I listen to my body, and while I massage his belly and heaving chest, I lift and lower myself on top of him. At first I’m only testing the sensation, getting used to it, but then I get braver and braver, as our skin rubbing against one another begins to take me again towards that familiar pleasure. I speed the tempo a little, alter the angle a tad, and… oh yes – I shout with surprise, I think I have found the perfect position. While I, surrendering to the pleasure, ride on top, with a waving body, Dylan’s face doesn’t seem to be so relaxed. He digs his nails into my hips, clenches his teeth, and I can see how much he is fighting to delay his orgasm.

‘You’re beautiful,’ I hear Liam’s voice next to me. I turn and see that his adorable upper body glitters with sweat, his hair is in his eyes, his eyes glitter with passion while he satisfies himself with his hand, watching me. I can read from his lips as he mouths, so f*****g beautiful, Mina.

I watch what Liam is doing to himself, while Dylan’s body is pulsing inside mine, and the two sensual stimuli are almost too much. I can’t take it anymore; I know I will be at the peak in seconds. It feels like my groin is on fire and I remember Dylan might be right that it will hurt later, but right now I just can’t slow down. Dylan, as if sensing how close I am, grabs my butt and pulls me strongly over him. he moves upwards when I go down, the fight of our bodies borders pain. I c*m with my fist pushed into my mouth, so powerfully that for a few seconds the whole world crumbles to nothing around me.

The next thing I sense is that I’m lying on the bed, on my back and Dylan’s heavy body is moving on top of me. Panting, he thrusts into me again and again. I hold strongly onto his back, while he is holding my head firmly from both sides, as he collapses to pieces inside me, jolting, cursing with despair.

The first thing I feel as I open my eyes is a strong pulsation in my groin. I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk straight for a while, but it’s really been worth it – I smile, pulling even closer to Dylan.

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I simply had to go out to the bathroom because I didn’t want to c*m all over the bed as I watched Mina ride Dylan. The sight overwrote every damn porn movie I have ever seen. This has been the best passive s*x of my life, that’s for sure. Amina is perfectly feminine, attractive and beautiful, and although she is a beginner, she is fiery and adventurous. Nobody can tell me from now on that it’s not damn exciting for a man to introduce an inexperienced girl to the mysteries of physical love. It’s f*****g distracting, in a way that was totally unknown to me. I feel responsible for her, I want to give her pleasure, I want to teach her everything she should know about the male anatomy. Amina is special to me, she gets more and more under my skin every day, and I can’t find a logical explanation why I don’t feel jealous when she is with Dylan. It might be because I feel he treats her differently from the way he treated his previous girlfriends. s**t, he actually confessed that she has an impact on him, and that’s the only reason why I let him touch her.

Quickly, I clean myself, put on my boxer shorts and go back into the bedroom. As I enter, I see Mina cuddling to Dylan, and he won’t even turn away from her but draws her closer instead. As I stand there, leaning against the door frame, watching them, it is as if a veil falls from my eyes. Suddenly everything becomes ridiculously clear: this woman is not only affecting my manhood. I am falling in love with her. No, I’m over that now. I’m in love with her so deep that I would never have thought I could ever be.

The recognition comes like a blow on the head, but it’s far from unpleasant. The feeling fills me with an assurance and a pleasant warmth. I’m in love – I savour the words silently while climbing up on the bed, I lean close and breathe gentle kisses on Amina’s shoulder. The scent of her skin, a mixture of lustful radiation after s*x and the finest perfume, teases my senses. She sighs lazily, and sweetly pushes her butt against my crotch. Oh, hell… I want to grab her round behind as she is, and demonstrate a new s*x position to her, but I hold myself back with all my might. No matter how much I want her, I have to give her time to regenerate. Poor girl, she will probably feel the consequences of last night for a while. I tried to be tender with her, and to hell with it, I saw that Dylan also tried to control himself, but he did lose it in the end. No wonder.

Mina turns around, she blinks at me sleepily, her face is flushed, her eyes are glittering, and I can’t hold myself back. If nothing else, I at least claim her mouth. She kisses me back readily and with dedication, but before I would really get started, I pull away from her, choosing instead to bury my face into her lush hair from behind.

I’m close to falling asleep when I hear a soft voice. Amina is whispering to Dylan.

‘Why did you want to leave?’ she asks cautiously.

At once I understand she is talking about earlier this morning when my bro tried to sneak out of the room, unnoticed. Even the fact that it’s almost ten o’clock and he is still in bed with the woman he had s*x with at night, is so out of the ordinary in his world.

‘I always beat it afterwards,’ comes Dylan’s monotonous voice, but I think he’s only feigning aloofness.

‘That’s strange, because this, here,’ Mina slips a hand over his groin, ‘showed something different.

Dylan stirs under her touch, but he keeps himself together. He laughs casually.

‘Oh baby, it always shows the same thing.’

Amina’s hand slides up his body slowly and teasingly, and I see Dylan’s stomach twitch under her touch. Finally, she points to his forehead.

‘And what about this?’

‘Most of the time, it’s in agreement with my dick.’

‘And this?’ Mina’s hand wanders downwards and settles over his heart.

‘There is nothing there,’ Dylan answers coldly.

‘Not true. Your heart is here.’

‘It’s flesh and muscle. It pumps blood, that’s all.’

After a few seconds of heavy silence Amina speaks up again.

‘Do you never listen to it?’

Dylan licks his lips; his Adam’s apple jumps up and down as he composes his answer. At last, he says:

‘No.’

Suddenly, he gets up from the bed, then turns back around, and leans over Amina with a bittersweet grin. he kisses her on the lips, and adds with an unusually serious voice: ‘Nor should you, cupcake.’

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