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embarrassment. Did he see? Did he see us kissing?
    Matt comes to me, puts his arms around me, and kisses me softly on the cheek.
    “I’ve missed you so much.”
    I’m a slut. A cold-hearted fucked-up slut. How can I be doing this to him? How can Will be doing this to him?
    “Turn around, I want to kiss you.”
    No! I can’t kiss him now, not after I’ve just kissed Will. He senses my reluctance, turns me, holds my head, and presses his lips against mine. My knees go weak; I let go and open up to him. His tongue is in my mouth and is passionately fucking mine. Will stands nearby, and I feel him watching us. His eyes glisten with lust. I suddenly feel his hand on my ass and it begins to squeeze. Oh God, I’m kissing Matt and Will’s touching me, what can I do?
    Will pushes his hand down my pants and grabs my naked ass. Matt undoes my belt and pushes his hand down my pants and starts to stroke my lips. I am so aroused by two men touching me, but I am always wondering if Matt knows what Will is doing? He has to, right? Does he? And what am I supposed to do?
    Matt’s kiss intensifies, and I can no longer think. I can only take his kiss and forget everything. Matt’s hand, Will’s hand, it’s no longer important. They’re both making me feel good. Suddenly I feel two fingers in me and then suddenly something unexpected, a finger in my ass. I tense but then relax and let it in. The rhythms match and the fingers in me, front and back, speed up. Matts thumb circles my clit and I come hard and fast. I cry out as my pussy clamps around Matt’s finger, my anus throbs around Will’s finger. Both stroke me gently through my orgasm. I fall against Matt, and he holds me tightly around my waist. Will lets go and disappears, and I begin to get my breath back. Matt pulls out his finger and traces it over my lips which glisten with my juice. He pushes gently against my lips, and I open my mouth, licking every trace of my juice from his finger.
    “Do you taste good, babe?” he asks, grinning.
    I nod. It really does taste good. Lightly salty.
    “I think so, too. I’ve never met anyone who tasted that sweet.” He kisses me gently on the lips.
    “Okay, babe, Tom’s going to be here soon, you’d better finish the food, I’ll lay the table.”
    While he’s bustling around the kitchen I try to get my head around what’s just happened. Did I just let Will finger my ass while Matt fingered me to orgasm with Will watching?
    Really?
    Seriously?
    Did Matt know what Will’s hand was doing?
    Why did he make me come in front of his best friend?
    And why the hell have I never been as turned on as I was in that moment?
    As soon as I start to remember those fingers in me, I’m horny again, and it’s such a great feeling. These two sexy men want to satisfy me. Me!
    But what about Matt? I’m plagued by guilt. I don’t want to hurt him, I like him, I like sleeping with him, fuck, I love sleeping with him. He knows what I want, what my body wants. He pushes me to the limits and bends them, and I trust him so much to know he’d never go where I didn’t want to. He’s simply the best lover I’ve ever had, and I barely know him.
    I suddenly remember Will’s kiss, and I’m in hell. Hot-man hell! My knees go weak at the thought of his kiss and what Matt did to me last night. Is it possible to want two men at the same time? Is it okay to sleep with two guys?
    I know the answer but don’t want to hear it, don’t want to think about the consequences but I know. I know. I’m not only risking my friendship with the boys. It’d put a strain on the boys’ friendship, might even destroy it. I can’t bring myself to do that to them. I need to stop Will’s advances, and I sense a sadness at the thought of it.
    Tom comes in as I put the last dish on the table. He smiles at me and his eyes roam hungrily over the table.
    “Wow, Thea, this looks great.” He kisses me on the cheek.
    Will opens the sparkling Shiraz as we sit down. The liquid