I’m literally daydreaming about it. All three of us sitting..

I’m literally daydreaming about it. All three of us sitting on the couch, my guy asleep for the night. It’s late, after all. I’d been so focused on the TV that I hadn’t noticed them exchanging glances. I stand up, making my way to my room for the night. I’d already set a up a bed for them, the big living room couch. Slipping behind me, Friend A follows me up the stairs, creeping silently behind me. My shorts are unfortunately a size too small, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. And I know this. So well. Pretending not to notice, I go into my own room, leaving the door slightly ajar. I’d been sending silent signals all night. I’d be insulted if they *weren’t* trying to peek on me. Friend 2 would begin to follow Friend A up the stairs after an affirmative look between them. They cram themselves in front of the crack in my door, trying so hard to see even a sliver of skin. Something forbidden to them. Something they weren’t supposed to see. I try to keep the smirk off of my face as I delicately raise my arms, tugging my loose blouse over my head, allowing them to take in my tight body. If I were listening any harder, I think I’d be able to hear the tiny little moan they let out as they see me naked for the first time. They’ve imagined it so many times. And here I am. Right in front of them. So close, yet so far. I imagine what thought are running through their minds now thick with lust. What kinds of thoughts they were having. The forbidden ones that I want to know so badly. Friend One decides he can’t take this, his cock already hard, twitching under his clothes. He longs to press it against me, to be inside me, to feel how tight I must be. To see if it’s how he always fantasized about. One spins me away from him and grabs my wrists, his chest flat against my back, I can feel his length hard and warm against me. Friend Two pushes his way into the door, an almost unrecognizable look on his face. He bends down, unbuttoning the buttons of my shorts, working the waist down my hips, sliding them down. “Don’t make a scene, Envy.” One says, his voice a bit rough in my ear as he positions my arms behind me. My wrists are small enough to fit in one of his, it’s almost too easy. The familiar feeling of excitement and arousal colliding in my brain cause my face to flush up from my neck. I open my mouth to speak but One presses my tongue down with his thumb, turning my words into unintelligible gibberish and sound. “You only need to nod, that’s all.” One says. “Be good for us, Envy.” Two chimes in, helping me step out of my shorts as he tugs them off of my legs. I will be good. I nod, my breathing almost too loud for this to be a secret. “*Hah...haaaannnh...*” I moan, spit beginning to pool in my mouth and leak from my lips as his thumb presses harder against my tongue. “Good girl.” Two hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties, playing with them. He shimmies them down lower and lower, no longer covering up what they were supposed to hide. “We’re just curious.” Two says, letting a finger slip in between my pussy lips, his finger coming back wet and sticky. Two leans down and kisses me, his lips wrapping around my clit for a second before pulling my panties back up. One takes his thumb off of my tongue and snakes his hand around my neck, squeezing me gently, his mouth still at my ear. “You still need to be quiet, though. This is an *awkward*-“ he squeezes my neck harder, “—situation to be in.” Two stands up, his hands under my shirt, squeezing my tits between his rough hands. “There’s not even anything here...” he says, pinching my nipples even harder as if to compensate. My loud moan in response rewards me with One’s hand squeezing me harder, cutting off the desperately helpless sound. “Shhhhh...” he whispers, his grip on my wrists beginning to loosen. “We already knew that.” “Yeah...besides. We were just testing things out.” He lets go of my breasts and moves his hands from under my shirt. One lets go of my wrists, his grip on my neck staying strong. His voice in my ear one last time, a playful laugh, a mocking one, before I’m pushed to the floor, my legs weak, my body trembling from adrenaline and excitement. By the time I could look around and think straight, they were gone. To their rooms, I’d imagined. I’d spend the night awake, touching myself...my head rushing with what had happened, with what my mind imagines what is going to happen, and what awful awful things I wanted them to do to me.