Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“I’ll stay on the outskirts.”
“That’s fine. Hey, maybe your boyfriend can join in next time. The invite is perpetual. The knock never changes.”
“Good to know,” I say. “I’ll have to ask them.”
Shit. The word slipped out. Tom doesn’t judge, though. He gives me an approving smile.
“You should do that,” he says.
Tom’s attention turns to single Jessica. “How about you? Are you sticking to the outskirts?”
Jessica bites her lip. Her eyes meet mine, then dart back to Tom. She shakes her head slightly, then charges forward, kissing him hard.
It takes a second for Tom to catch up, but once he does, he’s in it completely. His arms wrap around Jessica’s waist and pull her close. She moans as he kisses her.
It feels like an intimate moment, but I can’t look away. This entire situation is so surreal. I’m enthralled.
I watch with amazement as one thing quickly leads to another. Tom takes Jessica over to an empty couch, where they continue making out as their clothes fall to the floor. They start to have full-on sex in the middle of all of these other people who are also having sex!
A man approaches them and whispers something in Tom’s ear. He must agree with whatever has been said because the man gets behind Tom and penetrates him!
This is too much for me to handle. Jessica will be safe here with this crowd of people. I steal away, panting hard as I practically run down the stairs and out of the frat house.
I have to stop and collect myself as soon as I’m out of the building. I lean against the wall of a nearby store and breathe heavily, trying to compose myself.
What did I just witness? It was so intense! I’m still trying to wrap my head around all of it. A secret society of bisexual students, right here on campus? I never would have guessed.
I can’t wait to talk about this with Mark and John! They have to know it exists.
I start toward the main campus, but then I pause. What if professors aren’t supposed to know about Mu Mu Phi? Tom said “kind of” when we asked.
Mark and John will keep it a secret if that’s the case. After all, what’s one more thing they’re not allowed to tell the school about?
It’s too bad I won’t be able to bring the guys to the next Mu Mu Phi party, but that’s a risk none of us can afford to take.
They would have so much fun, though. It seems like exactly the kind of party Mark and John would enjoy.
Jealousy churns in my stomach. Maybe it’s for the best I can’t bring them. I don’t think I could watch them with another girl. What if they met a student they liked better than me? I couldn’t handle the rejection. This is all too new; I’m not ready to lose it.
When I get back to my dorm, I immediately change out of the outfit Jessica picked for me. I’m not sure why she insisted on such revealing clothes when she knows I’m taken.
The word taken sends a shiver down my spine. John, Mark, and I made it official yesterday. We’re in a relationship.
But it’s going to take some getting used to. What do I call them? My boyfriends? Is there another term to use in this kind of situation? I have no idea. I’ll have to ask them the next time I see them.
I check my phone, but there are no messages from Mark or John. They’re busy with university stuff tonight, so I didn’t expect to hear from them, but it would’ve been nice. I just saw them last night, but I miss them already. So much has happened since we were together.
I can’t wait to talk to them. And hopefully do other things, too.
10
Mark
It’s our first time out in public with Mari since we made things official, and I wish we were in private.
She just had to show up wearing the tightest jeans I have ever seen on a woman. I swear they’re painted onto her hips. I’ve sunk my teeth in the skin on those thighs before, and I’m dying to do it again. It’s all I can do to stay on our side of the table.
John squeezes my leg beneath the table. He’s feeling it, too.
It’s not just the jeans, though. Mari also chose a shirt that is driving me wild. It’s not like the one she wore that first day in John’s office. This one is simpler, but the neckline teases the tops of her large breasts. It would be so easy to reach across the table and cup those gorgeous mounds. If we weren’t at a nice Italian restaurant in Manhattan, I probably would.
“How was your weekend?” I ask Mari to distract myself. We exchanged pleasantries before the hostess seated us, and now we’re surveying the menu while waiting for our waitress.