Daddies Brat

Leslie

I drove back to campus the first week of January and moved all my belongings into the house with the guys. Erin came with me and threatened each of them individually. “If you don’t take care of her,” she hissed like a snake, “I’m going to come back here and rip your balls off.” She held up her claw-like fingernails.

“We intend to,” Avery replied.

I took Erin out to lunch to apologize, and to explain everything I had been going through this past semester. She forgave me, on the condition that I put in a good word for her if my situation with the guys ever fell through.

“What?” she asked when I glared at her. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m joking. Mostly.”

My spring class load was roughly the same as it had been in the fall semester: four psychology classes and the second half of my astronomy gen-ed. For the first two weeks, I was a model student. I focused at my lectures and studied when I got home. I did homework and assignments the same day I was given them, rather than putting it off. That vigilance gave me plenty of time to have fun with my three roommates at night, and on the weekends. It was beginning to feel like I could balance this after all.

I didn’t know if the guys had some sort of secret schedule, but they never really interfered with each other. Harper would come up to my room one evening and study with me, before we moved on to other activities. The next day would be Avery’s turn. Riley would come the day after that.

But they never joined in together. They kept their sizzling love separate. I was beginning to wonder if they ever intended to share me in the bedroom, or if this would be three totally individual relationships that never overlapped.

I was sitting in my astronomy class one day, in the back row of the auditorium. We were learning about the formation of stars and galaxies-a subject which I was already prepared for thanks to Harper’s help.

Suddenly, a man sank into the seat next to me. It was Riley.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered.

“Harper is always raving about space and stuff,” he replied, bending his knee so he could rest a foot on the back of the seat in front of him. “I decided to see what all the fuss is about.”

“You didn’t bring a notebook.”

“Nope.” He grinned over at me. “I don’t plan on taking many notes.” His hand slid over my thigh and gave it an appreciable squeeze.

I looked sideways at him. “What happened to respecting my studies and not getting in the way of my classwork?”

“Harper helped you study this material last night,” he replied in a whisper as his hand moved up my leg. “He said you know it by heart. So I’m not interfering with anything. But if you want me to leave, I will…”

His fingers continued climbing until they reached the end of my leg. I sighed as he gently rubbed my pussy through the denim. Even though the auditorium had stadium seating, with us at the very top of the room, the seats in front of us concealed what was happening. And there wasn’t anyone else sitting in our row. Nobody knew what we were doing, and the professor continued droning on about supernovae.

“No,” I breathed. “I don’t want you to leave.”

I closed my eyes and focused on how good his strokes felt.

“Have you ever done anything like this?” he asked. “In public?”

“Once,” I replied. “Harper and I had sex at a football game.”

Riley’s fingers paused for a brief second. “I didn’t think he had it in him.”

“Me neither.”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

The door behind us closed gently, and then another figure climbed over the seat and sat on the other side of me. I quickly covered Riley’s hand until I saw who it was.

“Avery?” I asked. “I suppose you want to learn about the universe too?” “Nah,” he replied. “I don’t care about space. I just want to fool around with you in class.”

Suddenly his fingers were at my crotch, unbuttoning my jeans and then sliding down the zipper one slow tooth at a time, to make sure nobody heard. When it was finally unzipped, Riley’s fingers dove down into my panties and began rubbing my pussy in a circle.

“Make some room,” Avery hissed.

“I was here first,” Riley whispered back.

Before I knew it, Riley was sliding two fingers up inside of me. Avery pushed his hand down my pants too, and somehow made enough room to rub my clit.

“I think she likes it,” Avery said.

Riley rumbled with laughter. “What was your first clue?” “The way she’s closing her eyes and trying not to moan.” “I was being facetious,” Riley replied.

The two of them worked diligently on my lady-parts while pretending like nothing was going on. Soon the monotone voice of my professor was fading away and all I could hear were Riley’s subtle grunts, and Avery’s hums of encouragement. Their fingers pushed and rubbed and circled without pause until I was clenching my jaw to avoid crying out in pleasure at the sudden, intense orgasm that exploded through my body like the supernova my professor was explaining.

I grabbed both of their hands to make them stop. “Okay. That’s enough. If that happens again, I won’t be able to stop myself from screaming.”

Riley grinned. “I’d like to see that.”

“Save it,” I replied, “for when we get home.”

“What happens when we get home?” Avery asked.

I let my hand caress across the crotch of his jeans. “Use your imagination.”