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while Ben’s tongue lapped at my pussy with quick, perfectly targeted sweeps. Close … so close. They’d gotten theirs before we got into the shower, and now it was my turn finally. And boy was this orgasm going to be good.
    I tilted my head back against Andre’s shoulder and let my hand rest on Ben’s wet head. One of his hands gripped my hips while the other held my right thigh steady where it draped over his shoulder. I grew weak from the pleasure and relinquished my body to their touch, relishing the slow build of pleasure that accumulated between my thighs.
    The door buzzer sounded loudly from the front of the apartment. Ben jerked his head back in surprise, his eyes wide with alarm.
    “Fuck!” he yelled, coming to his senses while I stood there, too addled from ecstasy to even register why he was so upset. He launched himself out of the shower and sprinted out the door, pausing only to grab a towel on the way.
    “Ben! You fucker, get back here! I’m not finished!”
    “No worries, baby, I’ve got you covered,” Andre said. He rinsed the hand off that had been teasing at my breasts and slid his arm down my torso like a python, sinking his fingers into me from the front while the fingers of his other hand still worked in and out of my ass.
    Then it hit me like splash of icy water. There was only one reason Ben would have moved that fast to get the door.
    “Fuck!” I yelled, echoing Ben’s earlier outburst. I groaned and pushed Andre’s hands away, hurriedly rinsed, and darted out of the shower.
    “Suit yourself,” Andre said. He turned the hot water up and stood beneath the steaming showerhead while I grabbed a towel and ran after Ben, leaving another pair of wet footprints across the wood floor of the master bedroom the three of us shared.
    Ben was already dressed and gone, and I heard two voices from the front room. Ben’s was clear, his tone slightly high pitched the way it would get when he was stressed out. The other voice was the familiar haughty, affected lilt of my stepmother. I peeked out the bedroom door, but neither of them were in sight, so I took a chance and sprinted across the hallway to the guest room where I kept the majority of my things. There were three bedrooms and bathrooms in the apartment, but only the master was ever used. With its king-sized bed, cushy furniture, and ample floor space, it was ideal for the kinds of fun the three of us preferred to have on a regular basis.
    Linette didn’t need to be clued in to our arrangement, however. I had a vivid image in my mind of the horrified, disgusted look she would give me if she saw me exiting the bedroom she already knew belonged to the swarthy, athletic owner of the apartment Ben and I supposedly sublet.
    What she didn’t know was that Andre refused to accept rent from us. His dad had been some rich, hotshot pro football player who died of cancer a few years earlier and left Andre his entire fortune. Andre had told us once that before his dad died, he’d said his only wish for Andre was that he find love and hold onto it like his life depended on it. I think that was one of his ways to try to hold onto us, but he didn’t really need to try that hard. We weren’t going anywhere, even if he charged us rent to live with him.
    So instead of paying rent, Ben and I had secretly pooled our college housing allowance into a joint savings account, “for a rainy day” as Ben said. I loved him for his little schemes now as much as I used to hate him for them when we were growing up.
    I was still half dressed and in the middle of plaiting my long, wet hair into a neat, thick braid when Ben popped his own head through my door without knocking.
    “Get a move on, Kat. She’s got reservations at that pretentious cafe she loves so much.”
    I shot an irritated look at him. “You’re an asshole, Ben. I didn’t even know she was coming. When did you plan on telling me?”
    “I did tell you. Three days ago when we were out.”
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