Kayla.

Wyatt found the question confusing. It was something he'd always fantasized about -- fucking Kat and Kayla was a vision he'd masturbated to a hundred times before. But being bluntly asked which one of them he'd like? That was ... not how the fantasy typically began.

"It's not a hard question," snapped Kat. "You just say either 'Kat' or 'Kat' and we move along." She giggled at her own joke and slid Wyatt's dick back into her mouth.

"But actually," said Wyatt slowly, "I ... I think it's not Kat."

Kat stopped sucking, let go of Wyatt's cock, and fell back on her heels. "What?"

Wyatt looked at Kayla, who was beet red.

Kat stood up. "I know you two have had your weirdo flirty-friendzone thing forever, but everyone knows that I'm the one who actually fucks." She looked at Kayla, angry, upset.

"Kat, I --" Wyatt began.

"Oh, fuck off. I got you hard. I sucked your cock. I've been trying to fuck you for -- oh, whatever. It's always Kayla. She's the nice one, she's the smart one, she's the favorite." Kat began to cry.

"Kitty," said Kayla, using a name that harkened back to their childhood. "Don't ..."

Kat brushed Kayla away. "No. This is right. I'm being greedy and stupid. You deserve him, Kay."

Wyatt was silent. This wasn't quite what he had imagined either. Kat being spurned for sexual escapades was not in her plans either.

Kat took a few steps back, and shook off her tears with a deep breath and sigh. "I'm good." She nodded as she looked between the other two. "I'm good, I am. And you know what, I want to watch. Can I watch? I want to see it."

Wyatt stared at Kat, but felt nothing for her. He looked back to Kayla, and his stomach filled with butterflies. This was the girl he had always dreamed of. He reached out to her and touched her arm. He moved his hands to her chest, her breasts, her face.

"For real?" asked Kayla.

He took her hand, and walked her over to the white padded sofa on the side of the room. Kayla sat, keeping her eyes on Wyatt the whole time.

"Wyatt, I'm nervous," Kayla said quietly.

Wyatt sat next to her. He took her face in his hand, and brought her close to him. He kissed her gently, carefully, tenderly. "This is what you want, isn't it?"

Kayla nodded.

Wyatt kissed her lips, then her cheek. He moved his mouth down to her neck, then her shoulders. He touched her breasts slowly, teasing her nipples, and then moved a hand down to her crotch. She was hot and wet, and as Wyatt fingered her pussy, she closed her eyes and heaved a long and slow sigh.

Kayla leaned back on the couch, and again looked up at Wyatt longingly.

"It's ..." she began.

Wyatt smiled at her. "It's okay, that's what it is."

Kayla shook her head. "No. It's ... it's my first time."

Wyatt held his breath for a moment. Then he smiled again. "It's our first time." He touched her legs, his fingers running from her hips down to her knees, then to her ankles. He lifted her feet up, massaging them gently, touching the thin and sensitive skin on the top. He caressed her soles, her ankles, her lower legs.

As he sweetly attended to Kayla, Wyatt felt a rush through his face. He was getting hotter, and breathing more heavily. He looked down. His cock had stiffened again, even harder and fuller than before. When he lowered his eyes, Kayla looked too.

Wyatt nodded at her. "Are you ready?"

He bent his knees a bit, still holding Kayla's legs up. She reached forward with her hand and took hold of Wyatt's cock. She pulled it closer to her, closer to her pussy. She was breathing very heavily, but evenly. She touched the tip of his cock to her pussy and let out a small sigh.

"I'm ready," she said.

Wyatt leaned toward her, and Kayla pushed the tip of his dick against her labia. Wyatt leaned forward, feeling the tight tension of Kayla's pussy, but he pushed through, his cock sliding into her wet hole.

Kayla let out a small high-pitched noise, and then bit her lip. She didn't resist him. Wyatt worked slowly, calmly, and drove his cock as far into her as he could before backing up again. Still holding her legs, he pushed forward once more, then back. Then forward again, then back. Kayla's breathing got steadier as Wyatt increased his tempo.

"Oh my god ..." moaned Kayla.

Wyatt pumped his dick into her, a little harder, a little faster, and they arrived at a rhythm that brought a faint smile to Kayla's lips.

"How does it feel?" said Wyatt.

Kayla blushed and closed her eyes. "It feels ... unimaginably good."

The boundary that had existed as long as they could remember had been broken. The "flirty-friendzone" barrier, as Kat had called it. But fucking Kayla now felt so good to Wyatt, he wondered why it took so long to actually happen. He'd always been so fixated on making it perfect with her that he missed the opportunities all along. Until now. But why did it take until tonight, until this weird auction-slash-party-slash-club to actually do this?

He kept pounding away at Kayla. Wyatt could feel himself getting closer to a climax. He knew he had to slow down or shift angles or something or else ... Wyatt could barely come to grips with the fact that he was having sex with Kayla. The idea of having an orgasm with her, of coming on her ... in her ... it was all almost too much to think about.

And then, as Wyatt thought about it -- this was such a weird journey. Why didn't they just date, like normal people? Why this strange event, this so-called auction? But here he was, literally balls deep in the woman of his dreams ... and on the verge of a climax.

This is the auction.

Wyatt was shocked to hear the quiet voice of Damien in his ear. Wyatt began to lose grip on reality around him. It was late, he was tired, and this whole evening had been so strange.

Damien wasn't actually talking, though. Wyatt turned his head and the room felt empty, except for him, except for Kat.

The voice continued. Do you impregnate Kayla? Do you abandon her? How will you live with yourself, whichever you choose?