When I was 21, I met Them.
They weren’t like the other boys at my high school. They stayed isolated, alone. In class, the cafeteria, the parking lot, university square. Smoking cigarettes and flipping profs off. They always handed in their tests first and I knew, just knew, they got perfect marks. I should have run the moment they laid eyes on me.
I was in lit 103, trying to focus on the prof droning on about Jane Eyre, when I saw the three boys…no, men….in front of me perk up a bit. My lower stomach, followed by my spine, then my cheeks, tightened and warmed from just that motion. I peeked at their laptop screens and noticed they were on a favourite porn site of mine. Three men were surrounding a woman, tied to a massage chair, hands moving and clothes gone. I strained to see more when the dark one, Duane, with his beautiful mocha skin and piercing gaze, opened his message app and sent something to the other guys. I watched as the other two, golden Max and tall dark and fucking tatted Sean opened the chat. They exchanged glances, then Max started a countdown on their screen. At 0, they all turned and stared at me and my white panties turned to ash.