We only made out, but it was the hottest night of my life. (F/M/M)

This happened about a month ago, and I thought I'd share, because it's something I'll never forget. This may be long, so skip a few paragraphs if you don't want back story.

I had recently started texting quite a but with a classmate, Thomas. Now, I've known Thomas since kindergarten. We were never super close, but we have constantly had classes together growing up. Most recently- an economics class at our college. Thomas is over 6', with a lean build, but actually quite muscular under all his clothes. Blue eyes that you could get lost in, a smile that lights up a room, light blonde hair… and an identical twin brother.

Seeing as I've known Thomas and his brother, Christian, for 15 years, we've obviously experienced quite a few things together growing up. I always felt that Thomas was someone that I could turn to if I ever needed to. Thomas is thoughtful, genuine, and soft-spoken, while Christian has always been rough, rowdy, and obnoxious.

Well, back to my story. When I was a kid, I always had secret fantasies about being shared by them as a girlfriend. That it'd be the perfect relationship because I would be able to love their opposite personalities equally. This would probably never work, but I digress. But those feelings eventually evolved along with puberty. Now my thoughts of being shared by them were almost purely sexual.

I never made a move in high school. I was terrified to do so. So, when we were assigned a small project in a class filled with strangers, Thomas and I picked each other. It was nothing unusual, we'd been partners plenty of times growing up. But over the past week, I had noticed his gazes growing longer, and he always made excuses to brush up against me. It was a Wednesday, and it was unusually warm in class. I peeled off my sweatshirt, only to realize that my shirt had come up an indecent amount. I pulled it down as quickly as possible while looking up, only to see how red his face was. I knew he had seen. And it was at that moment I knew I wanted him to see more.

So we began our late night texting sessions, well past our project deadline. I was actually having prolonged conversations with him, and I loved it. So I asked if he and Christian would like to go see a movie. Throughout the movie, I teased Thomas. I would gently rub my fingers along his forearm, lean into him, wrap my arms around his. I was making it oh so clear that I was into him, and I loved it. Christian was on the other side of Thomas, but I would glance over and see him watching. I knew I had their attention and I was wet with anticipation.

Thomas drove the 20 minutes home, and the whole time I had my hand on his thigh for "reassurance." After all, it was a horror movie. But it was obvious it was more… I was rubbing and squeezing his thigh, moving my hand further and further with every passing minute. I was soaking wet with the possibility of even kissing Thomas, and before I knew it, he pulled up outside of my apartment.

I said I didn't feel safe to go up to my door alone, and I'd feel better with some tough guys by my side. The walk up the stairs was intense, because I was ahead of them. I was nervous; I knew my roommate was home, and they were walking behind me, no doubt staring at my ass. When we got to my floor, I spun around and asked if they'd like to come in. They nodded quickly, but I didn't even unlock the door before I felt a hand on my shoulder.

The second I turned, Thomas' face was so close to mine I thought I was going to hit him. Instead, he pushed me backwards and kissed me, deeply. I hit my head on the door, but the euphoria of the kiss was worth it. Thomas was exploring every inch of my body with his cold fingers, while claiming my mouth for his own. I didn't have any time to think before I felt more hands on me, and remembered Christian. I broke my kiss with Thomas and looked to the side, where Christian immediately invaded my mouth with his tongue. Thomas' kisses moved down my neck and then chest, while Christian's hands moved into my pants. He had both of my ass cheeks firmly in his hands, and was biting my lip while breathing heavily. The sensory overload of two men worshipping my body was enough to make me explode. Thomas had moved one hand up my shirt, where he was pinching and tugging on my nipple. His mouth was still working on my neck, leaving a small series of hickies.

Had either of them allowed me to open my door, or had even slid a finger over my clit, I would have completely lost control of myself. Unfortunately, my roommate opened the door, spilling the three of us in and onto her. She was less than pleased, and they were so embarrassed they practically ran away. Either way, I want more. And I plan on getting more.

Thanks for reading!

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