My clothes don't fit

“I can’t get my top back on. I had my roommate do it last night. And well, I can’t do it myself.”

Half truth, nothing about the sex demon that is in the bathroom and pushed me back into the common room. But still unable to dress and at least explaining why I’m currently standing in their living room in just panties.

“Or, maybe you don’t and we talk for a bit?” Pete suggests, before pointing me towards the couch. “You see, Josh and I talked while you were freshening up, and well, we both like you.”

“But, we… um… don’t think it’s fair to pick for you, and … um…. we don’t want you…. to um…. to leave due to it being weird or anything…” Josh adding on, mostly stumbling through his words.

“What could be weird about being topless around the last two guys to fuck me?” A light levity hopefully may make the situation calmer… even if my body wasn’t letting any bit of me be calm.

“Yeah… about that… um…” Josh tries to continue.

“What my stuttering friend is trying to say is you are fucking hot,” his words like a pinch on my nipples, “and sexy as fuck,” this time the tingle running the length of my spine, “and we both want you.” The tingle shooting sparks between my legs. “We agreed that whoever you pick, the other will be fine with it, but we don’t want to lose you.” The last words – not a compliment, but a longing of two men, for me. My body couldn’t take anything else, my brain turning off.

“What if…” my words struggling to get out, “what if I can’t choose. What if…”

My brain, complete turns off, and my body takes control. I walk over to Josh and kiss him. Then break the kiss and turn to Pete and repeat the kiss.

“What if, you both get me?” the words escape my mouth before I understood what I said. But my hands, working on their own push my panties down to the ground. Leaving me completely naked with two fully clothed men. “What if you both take me, here and now.”