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administering to her instead.
With a half-hysterical laugh, Maggie raised her head and looked around her bedroom. Situated at the front of the house on the second floor, it was the largest bedroom next to theirs and abutted theirs along the back, although Alex had helpfully pointed out to her when she picked it out for her own that they both had walk-in closets and bathrooms separating the walls between them so that she would never have to worry about overhearing the two of them going at it.
“I’m going to miss this place,” Maggie whispered sadly. But how could she stay? She was sure that the guys were just as mortified and confused as she was over what had just happened. They would probably be showing up any minute now to apologize to her and assure her it would never happen again. Hence the closed, not to mention locked, door in case they decided to ignore their one rule for this situation.
I never should have pretended to have nightmares. She rose from the floor and moved to the window seat that looked out over the quiet and affluent neighborhood they lived in. That was stupid and adolescent of me, wanting to be held all night in the arms of two of the hottest guys I have ever met in the flesh before. But she hadn’t had sex since she had broken up with Troy after her first year in college, and she had been masturbating with her vibrator to fantasy images of her two roommates ever since she had moved in. And since she wanted to add more dimension to her fantasies, she had decided to find out what it would really feel like to be held by them, thus the pretend nightmares.
That was Jess’s fault, really. He had suggested renting a horror flick one night, and she had jokingly asked him, “Are you trying to give me nightmares?”
When he had seriously offered to let her sleep with them if she did, the plan had formed full-blown in her head. She had almost chickened out that first night when she stepped into their bedroom and saw their bare torsos dappled by the moonlight streaming in their window. But before she could, Jess had noticed her standing there and had held out his hand to her in silent invitation for her to join them. As if in a trance, she had taken his proffered hand and allowed him to situate her between them in bed. He had then wrapped his arms tightly around her and whispered, “It’s okay baby. You’re safe here with us.”
But she was no longer safe. Her masturbation fantasies of them had changed from hardcore, designed to get her off quickly, to soft and romantic ever since that first night that she had crawled into bed with them. Her fantasies even started to follow her into her regular dreams until she was forced to bury her vibrator deep inside her closet in a futile effort to excise them from her mind.
But after today, she knew she never could. She had never been so excited or wet in her life as she was while they had massaged her.
She wanted to wail as she fully understood the deep sense of loss she was experiencing. She couldn’t stay here and pretend that this had never happened. And the guys were so damn decent that she just knew that they wouldn’t blithely act as if it had never happened. Oh, no. Not them. They would be repeatedly offering abject apologies to her every time they saw her now, wanting her forgiveness and absolution.
Her comfortable existence here, where she could indulge in harmless fantasies about them, was over. She felt the walls closing in and burying her in her hopelessness and knew that she could never go back to pretending that she was unaffected by them as long as she continued to live under the same roof as them.
Giving into her tears over what she had lost, Maggie sobbed loudly while she curled up in her window seat and prayed that she could rewind this day.
No more being a voyeur as she surreptitiously watched their make-out sessions on the couch while she pretended to be reading or watching TV. No more looking longingly after them as they excused
With a half-hysterical laugh, Maggie raised her head and looked around her bedroom. Situated at the front of the house on the second floor, it was the largest bedroom next to theirs and abutted theirs along the back, although Alex had helpfully pointed out to her when she picked it out for her own that they both had walk-in closets and bathrooms separating the walls between them so that she would never have to worry about overhearing the two of them going at it.
“I’m going to miss this place,” Maggie whispered sadly. But how could she stay? She was sure that the guys were just as mortified and confused as she was over what had just happened. They would probably be showing up any minute now to apologize to her and assure her it would never happen again. Hence the closed, not to mention locked, door in case they decided to ignore their one rule for this situation.
I never should have pretended to have nightmares. She rose from the floor and moved to the window seat that looked out over the quiet and affluent neighborhood they lived in. That was stupid and adolescent of me, wanting to be held all night in the arms of two of the hottest guys I have ever met in the flesh before. But she hadn’t had sex since she had broken up with Troy after her first year in college, and she had been masturbating with her vibrator to fantasy images of her two roommates ever since she had moved in. And since she wanted to add more dimension to her fantasies, she had decided to find out what it would really feel like to be held by them, thus the pretend nightmares.
That was Jess’s fault, really. He had suggested renting a horror flick one night, and she had jokingly asked him, “Are you trying to give me nightmares?”
When he had seriously offered to let her sleep with them if she did, the plan had formed full-blown in her head. She had almost chickened out that first night when she stepped into their bedroom and saw their bare torsos dappled by the moonlight streaming in their window. But before she could, Jess had noticed her standing there and had held out his hand to her in silent invitation for her to join them. As if in a trance, she had taken his proffered hand and allowed him to situate her between them in bed. He had then wrapped his arms tightly around her and whispered, “It’s okay baby. You’re safe here with us.”
But she was no longer safe. Her masturbation fantasies of them had changed from hardcore, designed to get her off quickly, to soft and romantic ever since that first night that she had crawled into bed with them. Her fantasies even started to follow her into her regular dreams until she was forced to bury her vibrator deep inside her closet in a futile effort to excise them from her mind.
But after today, she knew she never could. She had never been so excited or wet in her life as she was while they had massaged her.
She wanted to wail as she fully understood the deep sense of loss she was experiencing. She couldn’t stay here and pretend that this had never happened. And the guys were so damn decent that she just knew that they wouldn’t blithely act as if it had never happened. Oh, no. Not them. They would be repeatedly offering abject apologies to her every time they saw her now, wanting her forgiveness and absolution.
Her comfortable existence here, where she could indulge in harmless fantasies about them, was over. She felt the walls closing in and burying her in her hopelessness and knew that she could never go back to pretending that she was unaffected by them as long as she continued to live under the same roof as them.
Giving into her tears over what she had lost, Maggie sobbed loudly while she curled up in her window seat and prayed that she could rewind this day.
No more being a voyeur as she surreptitiously watched their make-out sessions on the couch while she pretended to be reading or watching TV. No more looking longingly after them as they excused
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