Something stupid

“It’s just a stupid thing,” she begins. “We are kinda looking for something different.”

“Oh,” Your hand motions to encourage her to speak but she doesn’t. You feel Sasha putting a hand on your leg.

“We would like to fight in a threesome, two against one. That's why we want to find a level four or higher…”

Your mouth is dry. You are hard and the fabric of your trousers doesn’t do a thing to hide your erection.

“…and before we knew it, we were downstairs.”

“…oh,” You are slightly disappointed.

Sasha is almost on top of you and you can't blame her. The sexual tension throughout the resort continuously wrecks our brains. Annalize puts her hand on your knee. Takes it away for a second bit puts it back there.

“Hmm. How about you go for the dare? Fuck it. Most great memories start with a 'fuck it’, anyway.” Sasha says with a naughty glint in her eyes.

Annalize looks away.

Sasha moved her hand up until she is painfully close to your hardness.

“Come on Annalize, he might not be a level four, but don't you think he is cute?”

The eagerness Annalize had shown at first is overshadowed by her uncertainty. Contrarily, Sasha is way more direct, almost suspiciously so, as if she is high on something other than hormonal needs.

“Come on, he looks like the guy that challenged you to a best out of seven a couple of months ago. You've been ranting on how you should have accepted that match.” Sasha tries to convince her friend. You don’t make a comment right away. You don’t want to ruin your chances just yet.

“I think you are gorgeous, if that helps,” You utter meekly after a second. Of course, you aren't thinking with your brain anymore. “What guy?” follows.

“Adam Tailor,” Annalize is suddenly interested. She peeks at your face and you see her nervousness drown in curiosity.

"How about a best out of three against the winner in a one-on-one later this week?" you try.

“Kiss her,” Sasha whispers in your ear.