The next morning, I smiled wider than the Cheshire Cat. My expanding s****l horizons and my adept lovers had me feeling better - and more powerful - than I ever remembered.
Unlike my previous wakeup, I got the morning nookie I craved, a quick, sweaty tag-team affair where Simon and Gene kept swapping position between my legs. But the climax was worth it, even if it left me in desperate need of a shower before I went home trailing the scent of s*x after me.
I dressed in another new outfit courtesy of the guys, which I didn't argue about, given they kept destroying my clothes in their eagerness to claim me. Ain't love grand?
The brush I was using fell from suddenly numb fingers as I froze.
Love? Could it be?
I thought over how Gene and Simon made me feel, and not just in the bedroom. I
