I was excited about his roommate and his best friend. In my book, that made me a pretty damned horrible bitch. But then Toby changed things up. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Want to do something crazy?” I didn’t know what he had in mind so I just whispered back, “Sure.” He pulled away and said, “Sorry your day sucked Dustin but let’s you and I fuck Kirsten together to make up for it.” Holy shit. Crazy meant screwing two guys at once? How the fuck could

Toby think that that was something I’d be okay with? On the other hand… Dustin. So, I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know if I expected some profound response but Dustin just shrugged and said, “Okay.” It was strange, I supposed, that the thing I felt more than anything else at the moment was that the whole decision making process didn’t match the enormity of what was happening.

masturbate to for twelve years afterward.” I tried not to but I giggled. “Jesus, Alma. Do you even hear yourself when you say stupid crap like that?” “Try my best not to,” she said and giggled as she grabbed my hand. “Lucky for you it’s not a Tuesday so only one fuck for you.” I rolled my eyes as she pulled me along. A few seconds later we were out of our room and a few seconds after that we stood at the door two down from ours and Alma knocked. The sandy haired guy opened

the door and smiled. Alma held up her hand and said, “What’s your name?” “Don,” he replied. She smiled and said, “Good to know. I don’t kiss strangers.” I rolled my eyes and she stepped up, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him. She stepped past him and he smiled at me and said, “I’m Don.” God help me, I wanted to be ticked at Alma but I felt flattered that he fished for a kiss from me, too. “Dawn,” I said. “With a w.” Then I lifted my

face to his and kissed him. I kissed tenderly and wondered if he liked my kiss better than Alma’s. This was all pretty damned out of character for me but if Alma’s purpose in dressing me up like a Spring Break sex pot was to give me confidence in my sexuality, she’d done a pretty damned good job of it.

uncomfortable about not replying and then I stared at him some more because I couldn’t think of how to reply and didn’t want to make that obvious. God damn it. My nipples were hard. I could feel warmth between my legs. No prick far too used to getting what he wanted was entitled to my arousal over a line like the one he’d used. “Nothing to say?” he asked. I had years of friendship with Amber to thank for my response. “Sorry. I thought there was more coming. That’s it?” I

shrugged. “Well, I guess I’ll have to go home and find the strongest vibrator I can to deal with the instant and desperate lust you’ve inspired in me.” I said the words evenly and drily. I downed my drink, which was horrible even though I kept my expression even. I put it on the table and stood. Then, in the same dry and sardonic voice I said, “I better get to that, then. I’m not sure I could drive home if I stay in your presence any longer. The vibrations of the engine might drive

me over the edge and do you really want a traffic accident on your conscience?” I turned around, feeling about as powerful as I’d ever felt in my life and walked away. For all of my righteous indignation, I hoped like hell he was staring at my ass as I left. I walked with confidence, feeling better than I’d felt in a long time. And hornier.