If three's a crowd...

Arron slipped off the bra she was wearing and instantly sighed in a bit of understated relief. End of the day meant being able to close down shop, stop thinking of a whole bunch of things, and taking it easy (as easy as it could be, to be honest). The girls were still all sorts of giddy, especially Brooke who couldn't help but wonder if there was something that she hadn't told her "besties" about Damien. There was also Dave too, though Arron found herself not too disappointed when she hadn't heard from him in a few days. Hell, she had run into William just the other day and the two of them did some playful flirting, especially since he had dropped some not so subtle hints at wanting to do something together sometime soon. She smiled and said she would think about it, a line that girls often used for her back in her old life, way back in another life it seemed.

Shit, never thought I'd be on the other side, she thought for a moment as she turned on the water and ran her hand underneath, testing to see if it was warm and when the temperature was just right, placed the stopper down and drew herself a bath. There were simple mannerisms that Arron noticed she was doing that mimicked things she had seem women do for years, especially Erin when they were back East years ago. The way she naturally sat with her legs crossed, checking her makeup and touching up, even the simple act of talking and being around other people, everything that she was doing during the day came naturally.

With the water finished, Arron slid into the tub and rested her head against the bath pillow, making sure her hair was up in a bun before closing her eyes. Even as the soap and the smells helped calm her body down, her mind still focused on how different things were between her relationship with Erin as a man and now, between at least three men, two of whom saw her as only Erin the woman and the third, a childhood friend turned friends with benefits, who definitely liked what he saw.

On the one hand, there was William. He was a bit older though still had a lot of energy, very charming and a bit mellow. He was definitely not shabby by any standards and was very approachable. His body wouldn't drive many women crazy but it was still nice to look at (at least from what she had felt, though she admittedly wondered whether her mind would change once he took off his shirt.) He definitely smelled good, at the very least, and he was an educated man. She respected educated people in general and, having worked at the college, knew both the value and curse of men with degrees. She could definitely do worse than William, that was sure.

Dave was yet another person she was more than a bit willing to admit fantasizing about. She didn't know him that well but what she did know, especially what she did feel, she knew they were more than a match. Arron felt her cheeks flushing and she moved her hand slowly underneath the water up and down her cock, stroking and moaning softly as she imagined feeling his arms around her, his tongue in her mouth, or the way his body was pressed against hers. Dave was gone for some time and wouldn't be back due to his job. That didn't meant that she couldn't go and pay him a visit. He did, after all, leave her his address and an open invite.

Still, perhaps more so than the others, was Damien. She moaned again, stroking herself and her hips began to move up and down in the tub to her strokes, her other hand moving down and tweaking first her right nipple and then the left. Her mind latched onto the feeling of his cock pressed against her lips, the way her tongue traced over every vein and ridge of the shaft, the smell of his skin and his scent filling her nose, and she moaned again.

Fuck me...which to choose?