Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Scott goes stock still, as do I because Violet, wearing a little pink top and short black skirt, stands in the doorway, blushing furiously.
“Sweetheart,” Scott breathes, and I immediately rise to my feet.
“Come in, honey,” I say, opening the door wider to grant her entry. Scott steps aside and the curvy girl cautiously enters, glancing behind her as if nervous someone is going to see her. But the hallway is empty, and our office hours officially ended three minutes ago.
“Did you need help with an assignment?” I ask, trying to stay professional and not get my hopes up. “You’ve been doing so well. I really enjoyed reading your first paper.”
“Thank you,” Violet says, smiling. “I enjoyed writing it. I think this is the first science class I’ve actually liked.”
“We’ll take all the credit for that,” Scott says, and we all laugh.
“I actually wanted to talk about something else,” Violet says, biting her lip.
Scott has her sit down in the chair he vacated. “Should we close the door?” he asks.
She nods quietly, and he does.
Violet takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly. I try not to get distracted by how beautiful she looks, her hair curling gently down her shoulders, her gorgeous eyes so big and innocent. I catch Scott’s eye and we share hungry smiles. God, I hope she gives us the answer we want.
“It’s been a really hard couple of weeks,” Violet says finally, clasping her delicate hands. “I’ve wanted so badly to see both of you, but I just wasn’t sure what to do. I would run out of class as soon as it was over to avoid talking to either of you.”
I nod.
“We haven’t wanted to pressure you, either,” I say. “So don’t even worry about it.”
“Oh yes, thanks,” she says. “I appreciate you being so considerate with me. It really means a lot.”
“It’s the least we can do,” Scott says. “You’re in the driver’s seat with all of this, sweetheart.”
We fall silent, watching her carefully, wondering what Violet is going to say next. Is she here to tell us she never wants to see us again?
“Um,” Violet says finally, looking first at me, then at Scott. “If you both still want to be with me…” She takes a deep breath. “I want to be with you. I don’t know exactly what that means or what it will look like, but I want us to figure it out together. I don’t want to be without either of you anymore because these past few weeks have been really boring and empty.” She bows her head, and says, in a bashful whisper, “I hope that’s okay.”
Okay?! I think, staring at her with wide eyes. That’s fucking incredible!
But instead of saying anything, I rise from my desk chair and cross to her. She meekly lets me take her small palms as I kneel before her and press my lips to the knuckles of the left hand, then the right. “Violet,” I whisper. “That’s what we want, too.”
Her eyes are huge and bright as she looks up at me, her lips barely parted. “Really?” she breathes.
Scott walks over and kisses the top of her head. “Really really,” he confirms.
“Both of you?” Violet whispers.
I exchange glances with Scott, who nods. “We both want to be with you in order to savor and enjoy our time together to the utmost,” I say. “We’ll figure it out as we go. Okay?”
Violet takes in a shuddering breath, blinking rapidly, and then, hesitantly, she nods. “That would be amazing,” she says, her voice barely audible.
I grin, bring my hands to either side of her face, and kiss her. Her lips are soft, plush, and taste of sweet candy. I can’t believe I’m so fortunate to have this woman in my life again for good times and hot loving.
We both rise to our feet, still kissing; I feel Scott wrap his arms around her from behind as he gently caresses her throat, and then her chest. I pull away and Scott catches her chin in his hand before kissing her ravenously. Violet’s tender mouth issues a soft moan, and something stirs within me. Lust, for sure--that much is undeniable. But also something gentler, something deeper. Something more beautifully profound.
As Scott and I kiss Violet, she moans breathily into our mouths, and suddenly I know. I need to have her now, and my friend’s eyes flash at me over her head. He’s on the same page.
Gently but quickly, we undress her, and sit her back down in the chair. It flashes across my mind how crazy this all is because at the moment, we have a lush, nude undergraduate girl in my office, her folds parted and steaming, ready to service two men. But in this moment, I don’t care. I just want to be with Violet and as the waves grow louder in my head, all resistance falls. This is about Violet and about Violet only. We need the curvy girl, and she’s answered our call.