A lonely saturday evening.

I religiously refresh Instagram, checking Vi's and Max's pages, looking for any sign of life from Vi. The rest of Saturday morning and the afternoon were quiet, but the evening is when thing's seem to finally start to pick up some steam. The small bubble around Vi's profile picture appears and I open the story. "Post lab rays" I dig my fingers into my thigh as I see Vi lounging on a towel, Ed taking the selfie with a grin and Max standing in the background, playfully flexing his arm. Fuck me. Vi is wearing a two-piece dark green set, the bottoms are a simple low-rise design that accentuate her smooth round hips, but the top has a plunging neckline with horizontal decorative strings across the cleavage and holding the two sides together. Both men are shirtless.

As if on cue, my phone dings.

"You like my story, cuck?"

My hand shakes, "I did. You're so fucking hot."

"I know right? My new boys think so too"

"Your boys?" My chest is heavy.

"Yep. Did you see Max?"

"Yeah I did, the one in the back?"

"Don't act like you haven't already stalked his profile you fucking loser."

I close my eyes and let out a shaky breath as my cock strains against my pants.

"Sorry, Yeah I saw him."

"Hot isn't he? Hotter than you. He let me feel his abs. I hope you're going to the gym more."

I grab fistfuls of my hair, how do I even respond to this? "I have abs?"

"Not like this baby. I was basically salivating looking at him. And trust me, they were appreciating me too." Another ding vibrates my phone. "I put some sunscreen on my tits and they both just stared at me from the pool. I would've let them take me right there and then." A third ding. "I told them I'm going to nap in my room, so they won't bother knocking in the room I'm actually in." She sends a photo, my breath catches in my throat.

She's standing in the bathroom, her arm covering her bare breasts, her midriff visible, the top of her bikini bottoms slightly visible.

"I hope Max comes into the bathroom."