She shouldn’t have worn something slutty.
It had made sense early that morning. Get them both out to brunch, she figured, and wear something slutty. Get them tipsy at Verts Déchirées (best mimosas in town, and where else can you get a breakfast salad?) – and wear something slutty. They’re men. They’ll go for it, duh. Don’t apologise; be honest how you feel, about the two of them, about the two coincident relationships; about sex. If you mention it to one of them before the other, it’ll forever nag at the other one. Just tell them both at once, and wear something slutty.
Without the wearing something slutty part, it ran the risk of becoming all process, no sex. And while Avery hated process, she did, however, like sex.
So she wore something slutty.
‘Well,’ Luke chortled, ‘I’m straight!’ He sounded self-congratulatory.
Avery fixed him with a gaze that could have frozen Vesuvius.
‘Well, I had planned on being there,’ she said. ‘So I don’t see how that matters.’
‘Hey, I’m not homophobic!’ bleated Luke, having an urban-sensitive-new-age-guy-straight-male-homophobia panic.
Jacob grinned lasciviously.
‘I’m not either,’ said Jacob. He clapped Luke on the back. ‘Promise you’ll stay between us, Ave? Maybe we can use, like, sheets with holes in them – like the Mormons.’
‘Jews,’ said Avery.
‘Excuse me?’
‘Jews. Orthodox Jews are supposed to have sex through a sheet. They don’t.’
‘I thought it was the Amish,’ said Luke.
‘They don’t either,’ said Avery.
‘So it’s not Mormons?’ said Luke.
‘I was making a joke,’ said Jacob sourly.
‘Hey, guy, there’s nothing wrong with gay sex,’ spat Luke suddenly, with a self-righteously liberal air.
‘Oh, I love gay sex,’ said Jacob. ‘I eat it up! Nothing I love like a big fat dick!’
Luke stared at Jacob, confused.
‘Not really,’ said Jacob sheepishly. Avery was more than a little satisfied to see him turn a deep pink.
‘Look,’ said Avery. ‘Forget I said anything.’
Jacob recovered: ‘Hey, let’s not be too hasty here. I mean, we’ve got sexual chemistry, the two of us.’ He added hastily, ‘Avery and me!’ in a bark, violently waving his hand to indicate – without question – that he and Luke did not have sexual chemistry. Then to Avery, pointedly: ‘I mean, it’s intense, am I right? Maybe it’ll spill over and ... you know ...’ he made a cryptic gesture describing a triangle between the three of them, talking with his hand where his tongue seemed to fail him.
‘You know, what?’ asked Avery, annoyed.
‘You know.’
‘I don’t know.’
‘This thing could work,’ he finally said, his voice a deep dark chocolate purr of suggestive energy. ‘A threesome, like you said.’
‘That would be weird,’ said Luke.
‘Forget I said anything,’ said Avery, and gulped the second half of her mimosa.
Jacob peered at her, refilling her flute from the pitcher.
‘It could work,’ said Jacob, to Luke. ‘I mean – look how she’s dressed.’
‘Ain’t that a fact,’ said Luke.
Jacob’s leer radiated open lust, as his eyes took in Avery’s face and upper body, the tight soft shawl-collar top moulded to the outline of her breasts, her chickens stiffening her undercarriage effectively, but not as effectively as Jacob’s lustful gaze stiffened her nipples. In an instant, she knew they were visible, not just ’cause she could feel the tight hot hardness, but because Jacob and Luke exchanged a glance that told her so. She felt a wave of hot-cold-hot; her face was red, she knew. She was blushing. She shouldn’t have worn something slutty. That was stupid. And as for proposing a threesome? That was fucking stupider than stupid.
She looked down. Her hot skin goosebumped. She squirmed uncomfortably under the two men’s gazes. Her jeans were too tight and rubbed her places she really oughtn’t to be rubbed right now. She wasn’t quite down to her skinny jeans, and in any event, there was less to these jeans to begin with than there ever should have been at brunch.
She felt reckless, sick, nauseated.
When she looked up, Jacob and Luke were both staring at her: shameless, ravenous, consumed by lust – word up. From the way they were drooling, if there hadn’t been a table full of mimosas and fucking breakfast salads between their crotches and their faces, Avery thought both dudes would be on their way to the hospital with boner-induced chin fractures.
‘Is she hot, or what?’ said Luke.
‘Fuckin’ smoking,’ said Jacob.
Christ, boys, want a drool cup? she thought bitterly, trying to fight off the wave of immense gratification. As awkward as it was, she found it fucking hot to have two guys she was totally into – and, in fact, already sleeping with – looking at her with such open lust. For a moment she wasn’t sure she really wanted to stop it.
‘I don’t think it’s that weird,’ said Jacob. ‘She’s fucking hot.’
‘She’s fucking hot,’ repeated Luke, nodding fervently.
‘I mean, who wouldn’t want to fuck her?’
‘Fucking hot,’ Luke repeated.
‘Forget I said anything,’ murmured Avery.
‘I mean, is sex with her the fucking bomb or what?’
‘The fucking bomb,’ said Luke.
‘Forget I said anything,’ whimpered Avery.
‘The things she does?’
‘The things she says,’ purred Luke.
They high-fived. ‘The things she says!’ cried Jacob merrily.
‘The mouth on that girl!’
‘At the right moment,’ said Jacob.
‘She’ll say the right thing–’
The dudes fist-bumped.
‘But, you know, that’s not what I like about her. Mostly it’s the body,’ said Jacob.
‘It’s a good body,’ said Luke.
‘Not like that. The way she moves. The way she reacts.’
‘Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck yeah,’ said Luke, consumed. ‘The way she reacts.’
‘I mean, erogenous?’
‘Erogenous zone,’ grinned Luke. ‘One big one.’
‘Called Avery.’
‘Now you guys are just fucking with me,’ growled Avery.
‘You know that part in the small of her back,’ said Jacob – whapping the back of his hand against Luke’s shoulder in open camaraderie – ‘where if you tickle it real lightly or kinda lick it there, she just goes fucking nuts?’
‘I don’t know that spot,’ said Luke, bewildered.
‘I’ll show it to you,’ said Jacob lasciviously. ‘Avery, c’mere.’
‘Fuck off,’ she breathed.
Both Luke and Jacob grinned.
Luke said, ‘You find that place at the ball of her foot?’
‘What place?’
‘Like you were saying with her back. Just tickle it, or run your tongue over it, and this girl goes–’
‘Forget I said anything,’ Avery hissed.
‘–fucking nuts,’ mewled Luke. ‘The tongue especially.’
‘Dude, are you a fucking foot freak?’
‘Hey, lighten up,’ said Luke. ‘You were just saying you wanted to suck my dick.’
‘Hah! I don’t know what you think you heard, dude – but you heard something I didn’t say. Wishful thinking?’
‘Yeah, on your part.’
The two made mocking kissy faces at each other.
‘Forget I said anything,’ said Avery, once more. ‘This was stupid.’
Both men ignored her; their twin gaze only got progressively more obscene as the silence weighed them down.
‘Personally, I’m into her tits,’ Luke finally said.
‘Luke, stop.’ She was shifting uncomfortably.
Jacob made that sound that “dudes” make: sort of a “chaw!” sound, meaning “Yeah, no fucking shit, of course, fuck yeah, dude,” or something like that. ‘What’s not to like,’ he elaborated. ‘Perfect. Are they fucking perfect or what?’
‘Forget I said anything,’ said Avery.
Luke: ‘Fucking perfect.’
‘Sensitive,’ said Jacob.
‘Sure, not just visually perfect,’ agreed Luke.
‘But, like, sensually perfect.’
‘Forget I said anything,’ Avery murmured.
‘The way she reacts?’
‘Oh, yeah. You know she can come from her nipples–’
‘Jacob! Luke! Stop!’ she hissed. She could barely move, she was so nervous; the faint swirl of a mild mimosa-drunk did little to help. She couldn’t believe she’d actually suggested this; she couldn’t believe she thought that it would work. And most of all, for the thousandth time, she wished she hadn’t worn something so slutty.
Avery was aware of a sudden throb in her clit; she felt clammy, down there; the seam of her jeans pressed in tight, reminding her that she was wearing even less by way of underwear under her too-tight, too-low-slung jeans than she wore beneath her too-tight, too-thin, shawl-neck sweater. And that only made things worse.
When Avery glanced up again, the two men were staring at her tits, openly lustful. When they took in the sight of her face, red and humiliated, they both obviously felt a great deal of pleasure at seeing her humbled.
‘You guys are just fucking with me.’
‘Speaking only for myself,’ said Luke. ‘I think we’re mostly serious.’
‘I’m pretty serious,’ agreed Jacob.
‘Fuck off. Offer rescinded.’
‘You opened the door, Ave,’ said Jacob.
‘Yeah? Forget I did.’
Then Luke said it, in his richest let’s-go-to-bed voice: ‘You want us to beg?’
Jacob: ‘I think she wants us to beg.’
‘I don’t,’ she said. ‘It was a dumb idea. I don’t know what I was thinking.’
‘You were the one who wanted to date us both,’ said Luke.
‘Yeah, after you broke up with me!’
‘She’s got a point there, dude,’ said Jacob.
Luke: ‘Yeah, well ... that was stupid.’
‘And now you gotta pay the price for your indiscretion,’ said Jacob, in his “Dr Evil” voice.
The two high-fived.
‘That place on her back,’ asked Luke. ‘You’ll show it to me?’
‘Oh, fully, dude, I’ll fucking demonstrate. Information wants to be free. You just kinda–’ Jacob did a thing with his tongue. She remembered the last time his tongue did that on the small of her back.
‘She wants us to beg,’ said Jacob.
Luke smiled. Jacob smiled. They put their hands together.
‘You want us on our knees?’
‘That’d be nice,’ spat Avery. ‘No, don’t–’
She turned 11 shades of purple as they both kicked their chairs back and got on their knees.
‘Please have a threesome with us?’ Jacob mouthed, no sound – but they’d both done a semester of sign language and he knew she could read his lips. Avery looked around desperately to see if there were any deaf people around.
‘No! Sit the fuck down!’
‘Please?’ This time, Luke, in a moan.
‘Sit! Sit! Sit! No, don’t–’
‘Only if you agree to–’ Luke began.
‘–even fucking say it.’ Avery cut across. ‘Sit,’ she snapped. She was actually getting pissed, or at least she hoped they thought so. Inside, she was glowing.
They both sat down politely. The brunch crowd was glancing over, smiling; it was San Francisco, so shit like this happened daily – on a Sunday, every hour.
They sipped mimosas in silence; the waitress brought the bill.
‘Are we gonna do this?’ she finally asked.
The two men looked at each other.
Jacob made his “chaw!” sound.
Luke shrugged and nodded.
Avery took a deep breath. ‘My place?’ she asked.
Luke shrugged. ‘It’s close,’ he said.
‘Sounds good,’ said Jacob.
‘Yeah,’ said Luke. ‘And let’s make it quick. I’m fuckin’ horny.’
Jacob guffawed.
‘It’s the shirt!’ they both howled simultaneously, and fist-bumped.
Good Christ, thought Avery. What have I done?
She breathed three times, slammed her last mimosa and sprinted for the door.
Under the circumstances, she figured, her two boyfriends could split the bill.
It was only a few moments before they joined her on Fifth Street, but it felt like hours. She stood there, heat pulsing through her body; she wanted badly to back out, but now that she’d gotten them to agree to it, the deed felt like it was done – without an item of clothing ever being dropped.
Fifth Street was busy. Two dykes made out across the street. A guy passed in front of her and dropped his gaze; she crossed her arms in front of her. Was this actually happening?
Jacob and Luke came out of the restaurant, Jacob tucking cash into his wallet. They looked her up and down and smiled.
Jacob turned to Luke. ‘Dude, I’m not holding your hand.’
Avery made a disgusted noise. She took one hand each, and the three of them formed a line across the sidewalk walking toward Avery’s place.
Had she been a little less drunk, she might have had further second thoughts – which wouldn’t have done anybody any good. When Luke broke up with her – he ‘needed some space’, same old bullshit line every guy used – she’d resolved to be more experimental. No more monogamy. No more jumping into relationships. Dating was awesome. Fuckbuddies were cool. Casual sex was even better. Jacob had fallen somewhere at the confluence of all those categories: sex on the first date, sex on the second date, repeat ad infinitum. It had stopped being casual sex when they’d started planning sex weekends together, and she’d figured they would need to have The Talk when Luke came blasting back into her life, apologising for being a dipshit – just what every woman wants to hear, right? She’d gone right back to bed with him, and the sex had proven far better than before; apparently he’d learnt a lot in three months being single. Avery found herself in an arrangement suspended between a love triangle, dedicated polyamory and negotiated sluttiness. Jacob didn’t seem to mind. Luke was slightly more possessive, but Avery’d put her foot down: no relationships as such; no monogamy. She didn’t want things to get complicated.
So how was it she was holding two guys’ hands, walking them back to her apartment, about to fuck them both?
The definition of complicated.
But then, it wasn’t like she hadn’t planned it out a million times in her fantasies. In fact, when she’d heard Luke’s voice on the phone, she’d had three thoughts. The first was He’s dialled a wrong number. The second was Luke and Jacob = Threesome.
The third thought was so filthy and distracting she’d barely heard a word Luke had said for the first half-minute of his apology.
She was a very naughty girl.
‘How do we do this?’ asked Avery. Luke and Jacob stood on opposite ends of her, in the corners of her small living room. Her skin felt electric. It seemed to repulse them both; they repulsed each other, forming some weird fucking science experiment triangle. She felt breathlessly suspended between the two of them. Her back was to Jacob; her front was to Luke. She felt desperately asthmatic, locked in desperate breathless anticipation. She felt like she was having a panic attack. She blushed deep, her face hot, as Luke looked from her eyes to her tits.
Neither man said anything.
‘How do we do this?’ she repeated.
‘You’re the expert,’ said Jacob.
He had stolen up behind her, six-feet plus of surfer dude towering over Avery’s five-ish feet. He took hold of her waist, big hands resting gently on her hips. She trembled. He moved nearer, ’til his muscled body grazed her shoulderblades and buttocks. His thumbs traced the outline of her thong, visible above the too-low waistband of her jeans.
Luke crept closer, smiling enigmatically. Jacob’s hands went up under Avery’s soft, tight cotton sweater.
‘Expert?’ she moaned softly. ‘How big a slut do you think I am?’
‘Not as big as you’ll be in an hour,’ said Jacob.
Jacob’s hands went smoothly north. At first she thought he was just cupping her tits – then the shawl collar blinded her, as Jacob lifted it neatly over her head.
‘Oh God,’ she said nervously, her words muffled. She obediently put her arms up, letting him take off her sweater. Jacob tossed it on the couch. Luke moved closer.
‘You’re wearing my favourite bra,’ he said.
She could feel Jacob smirk behind her.
‘Nice one, isn’t it? She always wears it when she knows she’s gonna get laid.’
‘Are you two enjoying yourselves?’ she asked.
Behind her, Jacob got hold of her hands and gently held them behind her.
‘Now I am,’ he said, kissing her neck.
Avery stiffened; his lips on her neck combined with him sort of half-pinning her arms made her so fucking hot she couldn’t stand it. She sank into the sensation of Jacob kissing her as Luke moved in closer and looked her in the eyes. He reached for the clasp of her favourite bra – the thing was notoriously difficult to undo. Luke got it on the first try; Jacob let go of her hand to help Luke take it off of her, then reached down to unbutton her jeans.
The zipper stumped him, so Luke nudged Jacob’s fingers out of the way and pulled the zipper down. Avery could almost feel the sizzling energy from where their hands touched. Two straight guys partnering up to undress the girl they were both about to fuck; it was freaky for them. That was so fucking hot.
As Luke took over pants duty, Jacob moved his hands up to Avery’s tits; her eyes rolled back as he started gently working the nipples.
Luke lowered himself to his knees. He pulled Avery’s tight jeans down her thighs with some difficulty, peeling the tight fabric away – fuck, had she really worn those out in public? As he did, Jacob tipped her head back and kissed her, hard, his tongue easing into her mouth while his hands began to work her nipples.
She kicked off her wedge-heeled mules and let Luke lovingly ease her jeans over her feet; as she stepped out of them, she felt his tongue tracing its way up her thigh. Surprised, she squirmed a little, which put her more firmly in Jacob’s grasp. His big arms around her, he pinched her nipples more firmly, following the rhythms of her body. She writhed between them, feeling suddenly awkward. Jacob never let up kissing her deeply, and he never stopped working her nipples, building the pressure quickly until she was trembling with the intensity. Luke got hold of her slim, slutty thong and pulled it smoothly down her thighs. It was soaked.
How they made it to the futon, she’d never understand. It just sort of happened. Her two boys picked her up bodily, Jacob with his arms beneath her shoulders and his hands on her waist; Jacob with his palms across her buttocks, arms supporting her thighs. She felt like she was flying. As they settled her into Jacob’s lap, his hard-on pressed against her back. Luke took her panties off.
She let him take them, feeling a slight wave of panic as they slipped over her ankles and she was naked; she felt it acutely. Naked, pinned between two hot guys. She knew this simply couldn’t be happening – but here she was, naked between the two guys she was fucking. The two guys she was about to fuck. If she’d stopped to think for a moment, or been less buzzed, she never would have let it happen – thank God for fucking mimosas, she’d tell herself later.
Luke spread her legs. He bent down low; his tongue worked up over her thighs, nearing her cunt.
Before he could reach it, Jacob’s hand slid down and across Avery’s flat, tattooed belly and between her smooth-shaved thighs. Her lips, too, were smooth; she’d shaved for the occasion. In fact, she’d taken to shaving almost always; it vastly improved her life’s ratio of cunnilingus to fellatio, especially when Luke was around.
‘You like her shaved?’ purred Jacob in her ear as he caressed her smooth-soft lips and found her clit.
‘I fucking love her shaved,’ Luke answered, his breath against her cunt. ‘Like, fucking love.’
‘Me too,’ said Jacob. ‘It’s a guy thing.’
Luke lowered his face between Avery’s thighs and planted his mouth hard against her vulva. His tongue went sliding across Jacob’s fingers; Avery could feel the pressure of Jacob’s hand on her clit and the caress of Luke’s tongue gliding over her pussy-lips. They changed places and Jacob’s fingers eased inside her, stretching her tight, wet cunt gently while Luke began to lick her clit. Luke had always been a consummate pussyhound – making up for a somewhat sloppy technique with the fact that every lick was totally his gig – not for her pleasure. Most guys were willing, sometimes even eager. With Luke? He thought of little else. And when it came to technique, a loose-lipped, free-form style usually got the job done.
It also meant he wasn’t that careful about where his face was in relation to Jacob’s hand.
For a second, Avery thought Jacob was caressing his face.
Fuck, that was fucking pervy. What if– she started thinking; then, Fuck it. That’s not gonna happen. Unless–
The phrase was in her mouth before she could stop it: ‘Are you gonna kiss?’
‘Probably not,’ said Jacob.
Luke shook his head; it sent a shiver through her clit.
‘I’d kinda like it if you did,’ she blurted.
‘’Cause you’re a perv,’ said Jacob, matter-of-factly.
It was true. A shameless fag hag since adolescence, Avery got instantly wet whenever she thought of two guys doing it. The fact that she’d historically only ever slept with utterly straight dudes had been one of the tragedies of her life thus far.
But that wasn’t why she’d figured it was time to make a play for a threesome with Jacob and Luke. When she’d hatched her half-baked plan, she hadn’t thought for a second Jacob and Luke would obediently augment her turn-on by touching each other; in fact, she’d completely dismissed the possibility.
But Jacob did not remove his hand from Luke’s face. It looked fucking hot. She might have been prejudiced, sure, since Luke’s expert tongue was working her clit faster and faster as his hands reached up for her buttocks and the small of her back–
‘Not there, dude. Here.’ With his free hand, which a moment before had been pinching Avery’s nipples, Jacob took Luke’s hand and guided it up the curve of her buttocks, past her hips, to the place–
‘Oh fucking Jesus!’ she cried as Jacob’s firm guiding hand put Luke’s fingers right where Jacob loved to kiss her.
‘See? It’s special.’
Luke’s face came up from between her legs; he grinned salaciously.
‘Nice!’
Experimentally, he glided his fingertips in circles around That Fucking Spot, and Avery twisted.
‘No, don’t–’ she gasped.
‘No, don’t?’ asked Luke.
‘Or no, don’t stop?’ asked Jacob.
Luke’s fingers tickled her there; she twisted, writhed, cried out; Luke’s face descended between her legs again; he started licking her rhythmically as he caressed; it sent uneven spasms of tickling pleasure through her, but Luke wasn’t nearly as practised at it as Jacob. Once Jacob had spent an hour licking there – she had basically come, or something like it. Luke was doing a damn fine job; her eyes rolled way back into her head and she shivered, gently humping her body up against him. But he wasn’t the expert.
She felt Jacob’s hand at That Fucking Spot: big, strong, heavy. ‘Do that thing with her feet,’ he said. ‘I’ll take over with her back.’
‘Oh, fuck, fuck – fuck fuck fuck,’ she thundered. ‘No. No please–’ she didn’t know what she was saying; she writhed spasmodically between them.
Jacob turned her slightly, getting on his knees on the couch behind her, and spreading her legs so that Luke could get more firmly between her thighs. Jacob grabbed her hair. He arched her back. Jacob put his other hand down at That Spot – caressing, while pulling her hair gently, while biting her neck, gnawing, sucking, while Luke put his tongue on her clit, while Luke put his lips around the upper swell of her cunt lips, and did that thing he did; she’d never understand it – it was like a suck and a slurp, with a pressure somewhere no other guy could ever fucking find – and as he worked her clit Luke took her feet, one in each hand; he pushed them up to tip her vulva back at just the right angle, and each thumb found That Other Spot in the balls of her feet–
Avery screamed at the top of her lungs.
‘Bad scream or good scream?’ asked Jacob.
She made a ‘Gaaah!’ sound, writhing back and forth.
‘Good scream?’
‘Gaah!’
‘Bad scream.’
‘Gaaaah,’ she howled, and clawed at his thighs. She shut her eyes tight, the movements of her body going fucking crazy. If she hadn’t been pinned between two humans vastly bigger than she, she would have spazzed her way across the fucking living room, and probably poured out the window to slop onto Fifth Street. As it was, she was helpless between them – as they played her like an instrument, two virtuosos playing in different keys.
‘Good scream,’ sighed Jacob. Avery’s back arched; her belly undulated; her thighs shook; her head rolled against the tight hard grip of Jacob’s hand in her hair; they kept going. They just wouldn’t stop. Neither guy would let up. They worked every fucking erogenous zone she’d ever known she had, and a few she’d forgotten about, minus the two she could reach with her hands – which she started to do, totally shameless, planting her hands on her tits and working her nipples hard, pinching, prodding, squeezing, digging her fingernails into her flesh as she mounted toward–
‘Orgasm,’ said Jacob, matter-of-factly. ‘Our girl’s about to have an orgasm,’ said Jacob.
‘Our girl?’ said Luke, his voice thrumming through her pubic bone.
‘Our girl,’ said Jacob emphatically. He stopped gnawing on the back of her neck and tucked her upper body firmly into his arms, still holding his hair.
Then he kissed her. His tongue went in deep, thick and wet, stifling her moans as she mauled her own tits like a maddened little vixen. His mouth came off of hers with a big wet snap of spit, and she lapped at it, teeth working violently like she couldn’t get enough of him – them – of herself. Of fucking everything. She was crazed.
‘Come for us,’ purred Jacob, one hand pulling at her hair, the other gently caressing her face. Her eyes popped open wide and that was what did it; she’d looked into his eyes as she’d climaxed before – as creepy and Tantra as that sounds – but never like this. She came so hard she felt her fillings crack.
And neither boy had ever really heard her scream before. In fact, no human ever had; no creature had, except her cat. Which was not as dirty as it sounded; that is to say, when she came as hard as she came that day, it was usually vibrator-driven after hours of porn – and no one was listening, because Avery was always too embarrassed to seriously let go.
But this time, people were listening; two people, and probably the neighbours; possibly much of this city block and some of the next. She screamed anyway, at the top of her lungs, thrashing wildly back and forth until she had to push Luke’s face away and shut her thighs and beg them, ‘Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!’
‘Really stop this time?’ asked Jacob.
‘Uh,’ she said, and clutched him close. Luke took a seat on the couch, with her feet in his lap; she shot him a warning look and he grinned.
‘So, whuddaya say, dude?’ It was Jacob: the cheeky one.
She was so brain-dead from screaming and coming that she didn’t follow the innuendo, until after it was over. Even as Luke shot Jacob a sketchball look, she just lay there gaping and drooling.
‘She said it’d really turn her on,’ said Jacob.
Luke sighed.
‘Weird,’ he said. ‘Fucking weird.’
Jacob eased himself out from under her; he tucked pillows under her back and leant way over toward Luke.
‘Let’s try not to make it too gay,’ said Jacob, as he came in for the kiss.
And then his mouth was hard on Luke’s – not even tentative; not a girl-kiss; not even a girls-while-their-boyfriends-are-watching kiss. Just a kiss; a fucking open-mouthed, lots-of-tongue kind of kiss. And it lasted.
When their mouths came apart, there was spit. There was spit. Avery moaned.
Both boys looked at her, smiled, turned back; they kissed again, deep again, and Avery watched, gape-mouthed, moaning, wide-eyed.
It just came out of her mouth before she could stop it – in a low, soft, rapturous moan, rich with promise.
‘Oh, my God. Thank you. Thank you!’
They finished kissing and high-fived.
One of them said, ‘Let’s go to bed,’ and that was good enough for her.