Chapter 20

There was a break for us to hit the bathroom before things really got started. Jana didn't let me down; when I stepped out for a quick pee, I saw she'd left the lube and condoms on the floor by the bedroom door where I was staying. I smiled with relief, grabbed everything, and stashed it in the nightstand, wondering what that slut was up to in her room. I confess that when I passed by her door, I paused for a second to eavesdrop, pressing my ear to the cold wood, but either they were asleep or having the quietest sex on the planet—no moans, no creaking bed.

I went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit, washed my face, splashed cold water on the back of my neck to cool the fire still smoldering low in my belly, and headed back to the room. The big hunk came in right after me, shutting the door with his shoulder.

"Lift the seat!" I snapped at him while he was still turning the key.

"Did you lift it?" the sound came from inside the closed bathroom door, voice deep and teasing.

I got pissed, pounded on the door yelling that he'd just rented a triplex in my head.

"I pee sitting down, you pig!"

I ended up laughing at the stupidity and how I'd gotten irritated over nothing, went back to the room to gather the clothes scattered on the floor, folded his shirt, tossed the wet shorts and panties in a corner, straightened the rumpled sheet while listening to the flush and the faucet running. My heart was still pounding hard, Cláudio half-soft but stirring again just thinking about what was gonna happen when he got back. I put the lube and condoms right on the nightstand, within arm's reach, and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him, legs crossed, smiling to myself at our own foolishness.

While I was distracted trying not to think about what was coming next, I heard the door closing behind me, but the person was way too small to be him.

"Rebeca, girl..." she said, flopping onto the bed and pulling me to sit beside her. "The guy's too rough, friend..."

She said it like the dude was beating on her.

"But what do you mean, rough?"

"Rough, like really rough. The guy touches me and it hurts, makes me nervous. He's drop-dead gorgeous, but he's way too rough."

I glanced over her shoulder; my big guy was gonna be back any second, and I was afraid she'd mess things up with him.

"Hey, take charge and tell him what you want, right?"

"And you think he listens? Look at this..." Jana hiked up her side and showed a red mark that'd be purple by tomorrow on her thigh. "The guy suddenly decided to go all BDSM on me, gave me a smack that actually hurt."

"Fuck..." I said, disappointed, seeing my fuck session was gonna be ruined by that little animal who doesn't know how to behave.

I couldn't leave Jana with him—what if he did something worse to my friend?

"Uh, friend, I was gonna keep going here, but I'll talk to him and say I don't want to anymore, that we'll continue later, or tell him to send his friend home."

"Ah!" she let out a loud monosyllable and then went back to whispering conspiratorially. "And the little shit even said he wants to swap; he must be talking to your boyfriend about it right now."

I laughed slowly.

"He's in for a surprise if he tries that."

The two of us laughed quietly, shoulders touching, the laughter muffled so as not to draw attention.

"But I think the big guy won't say... you know..."

Jana raised an eyebrow, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Know what? Spit it out, girl."

"He's... like... curious. About me. About this." I made a discreet gesture pointing to my lap, where the shorts still outlined the bulge even soft. "He won't back down, Jana. He's more like... wanting to try it out."

Her eyes went wide in surprise, then she let out a naughty little giggle.

"What?!" she almost yelled, but I clamped my hand over her mouth right away. "What did he do?"

I took a quick look at the door to see if the big guy was coming.

"He just about finished the job... 'Cause otherwise, friend, the man sucked more than you did..."

"HE'S GAY, FRIEND?"

"Keep it down, fuck!" I scolded her. "Shit, are you nuts?"

We stayed quiet for a second, listening to see if anyone was eavesdropping. Then I told her everything quick, with as many details as I could, but without dragging it out. She listened with her mouth open, not blinking, like she couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth. I don't know if she doubted more what I did or what he let me do to him.

"And now, friend? Who's fucking who in this sword fight game?"

I looked at her with a tired face, shoulders slumping.

"No clue. I'm scared to death."

"Uh, Rebeca, but this won't be your last chance, relax a bit too, right!"

"Yeah, I know... but I don't know, we'll see."

She got up seeing she was in the way and headed for the door, but stopped before leaving and blurted out.

"And hey, put on the condom so you don't knock the guy up."

And she bolted out the door laughing her ass off, leaving me there alone chuckling softly and shaking my head. The door hadn't even fully closed yet and I already felt Cláudio waking up again just remembering his surrendered face.

Minutes later the guy came into the room, in a tight shirt hugging every muscle and undies that barely contained the bulge. If Jana saw him like this, she'd lose her mind, drooling on the spot. He must've taken the chance to chat with his friend on the way; I was curious what the two had exchanged and tried to probe.

"So, you were talking to your buddy?"

"Uh yeah, I heard you guys talking from the hallway and went in there to chat; when she got to the room, I bounced."

"And she saw you..." I pointed at him, already full of jealousy. "...like this?"

He laughed but without giving anything away, came over to me, grabbed me by the waist, pulled me against his hot chest.

"Jealous, huh? If it's pretty, it's meant to be shown," he said while covering me in kisses, hot mouth trailing down my neck, big hands squeezing my ass lightly.

"Yeah, just don't show too much 'cause he's wanting you too; he's trying to get everyone in one room."

I'd already figured that proposal was coming; Jana would never go for it, but I quickly thought of a ton of things. What would it be like with three more people? Different hands, different mouths, different cocks, moans from all sides, me in the middle or watching from the side? Cláudio inside someone while another fucked me? My heart raced, confusion mixed with horniness and a weird fear of losing control. My head spun with so many images that I had to breathe deep to get back to the now. No. I don't want that. I prefer just him, just the two of us, no audience, no sharing.

But something else that caught my attention was that he said it in a way that didn't seem like he really wanted it to happen. Part of me knew he didn't want his friend to know for real, but he'd end up finding out. The whole mess—if the shorty snooped my social media for two minutes, he'd discover everything, and I think the big guy hadn't even thought of that detail. I got worried about it. I watched him tell me about his friend and the talk; he had a sweet way that didn't match his size much. I got thoughtful. I'd date him if he wanted. Would he go public with me?