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she be turned on by this? Nick was her ex-boyfriend and Kris her best friend. And yet she was. She couldn’t help it. Her body betrayed her, thrumming with desire. Her muscles yearned to be pressed against the two men. She did the only thing she could and inched her skirt up her thighs. Slowly, she walked her fingertips lightly along her wet slit and over her clitoris.
    Nick grabbed the younger man’s hips, hauling him up till he was on his hands and knees. Nick drove into Kris at the same time Lilly plunged a finger inside herself, matching Nick’s slow rhythm and suppressing her moans. She watched them with awe as Kris rocked back against Nick’s thrusts. She relished her view of the tight muscles in Nick’s back and ass, his strong body slowing pressing into Kris while the blond man appeared helpless to his plunder. Slowly, he nudged deeper and deeper until he fully penetrated Kris. Once buried to the hilt, Nick paused, perhaps to let Kris grow accustomed to the sensation for a moment or two before withdrawing slightly. Then, with a sharp buck of his hips, he drove back in. He repeated the action, building to a hard, driving rhythm Lilly matched with her fingers on her clit.
    Kris gave a low groan, thrashing against his restraints. The lustful sound made Lilly’s heart kick up its frantic pace, and underneath her hand, she reached the first tiny shocks of climax.
    “Oh yes! God, yes, Nick, fuck me, make me come.” Kris’s begging sent her over the edge. She opened her eyes again to watch Kris’s body shudder from shoulders to hips, once, twice, three times.
    She had no idea how many seconds passed before she heard Kris’s final muted cry, saw his limbs spasm, and seconds later heard Nick’s guttural, “Fuck yeah!” as he collapsed on top of Kris. It was the sound of Nick’s ecstatic voice that finally pushed her over the edge to her own complete release .
     
    Amazing how she could remember so much detail about that day. Well, it wasn’t really amazing. She’d been fantasizing about it for ten years. Perhaps her imagination had added or subtracted certain details as the years had gone by. Who knew? But one way or another, the memory had stayed strong.
    Later, when Nick and Kris had finally left the room, Lilly had snuck out of the closet and walked back to her own dorm room, where she’d locked herself in and cried for an hour, barely responding to her roommate’s questions about what was wrong. She’d felt utterly humiliated, betrayed and rejected. How could Nick be gay? He’d been her boyfriend for eighteen months. He’d been such an enthusiastic lover. He couldn’t be. He wasn’t gay. And Kris! She’d just begun to have something more with Kris than friendship. They still hadn’t had intercourse, she’d felt it was too soon after Nick for her to jump fully into another relationship. But they’d dated casually. They’d been involved.
    Finally, curiosity overwhelmed humiliation. She needed to know more, understand more, however much it hurt. She needed to know why .
    Kris and Nick had tried to talk to her. They told her they were bisexual and that they sometimes shared women. Nick had sworn to her that they both loved her and wanted to be with her. He’d said there was no reason they couldn’t form a ménage a trois. Lilly had told him to go to hell and thrown the bracelet he’d once given her at his head. She’d said neither of them should ever speak to her again.
    Yet she’d felt a bizarre mix of betrayal, arousal, love, a sense that however wrong her brain told her their lovemaking was, it simply felt right. It had been too much for her eighteen-year-old mind to comprehend.
    Over the years, she’d read many books about bisexuality and alternative sexuality, about BDSM, ménage and many other things besides, and the memory of that day had lost any sadness and become only an erotic fantasy.
    Now the three of them rounded the corner, and Nick swung Lilly down and set her on her feet at