Sweaty, Sticky, Happy
- Feb 13
- 4 min read
Just the Sex by Aiden Marks
852 words
This story contains: threesome/group, contemporary romance, friends to lovers, self-pleasure, blow job
When Zane got dealt twenty-one I knew I was fucked, and not in the way I wanted to be. Huddled around the cabin’s kitchen table, Eddie and I took our shirts off, leaving me in nothing but a maroon demi bra. It was our mutual friend’s wedding, and we’d arrived a night early to have a few drinks and play some blackjack.
“Damn, Lis.” Eddie smiled. “Remember streaking junior year?”
I teasingly held my arms across my chest, the combination of their eyes and the fond memory sending a gratifying shiver down my back. As Zane grabbed the cards and shuffled, I shimmied to the music playing softly from a Bluetooth speaker. “They earn your approval too?”
“I can’t tell. You still have a bra on.”
“He has a point,” Eddie added.
“How about, if you lose this deal we get to give them a hands-on assessment.” While Zane was the only one of us still wearing pants, his sculpted chest and abs more than made up for it. My muscles tensed at the thought of him touching me. It had been years since our drunken college makeout sessions.
Maybe it was the pending wedding, the cabin, or just the comfort of being with old friends, but I wanted to change that. I peered at my cards. Two kings were as close to twenty-one as I could get. “You have a bet.”
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