Decline the threesome

"No."

I'm just as surprised as the men at my answer. My pussy is soaking wet.

"It's just-"

"You don't owe us a reason, Claire," Tanner says.

"It's okay, I want to." I wait, they nod. "First of all, I'm a virgin. I think a threesome is a stretch for my first time." I look down at Deion's crotch and covertly bump it with the back of my hand. "Literally."

They laugh and probably just want to fuck me more now.

"You," I say, putting my hands on Deion's muscular chest. "I've always wanted to have sex with a black man. And you're the hottest one I've ever seen. I've been masturbating thinking about you for years already. I'm dying to have sex with you, I promise."

Deion laughs, and I turn to Tanner.

"And you..."

"Uh-oh," Tanner mock-laughs.

"I'm already falling for you, and we haven't even kissed. I feel foolish." Tanner shakes his head to object, but I ignore it. "You're my future husband, and I want to have your babies."

Deion laughs and Tanner's eyes go wide.

"But if you share me with your friend, or maybe even if you think to try it, I'm not exactly wife material, am I?"

"Claire, wait..." Tanner says.

My heart is thumping. I've never been this raw, this honest in all my life.

"Just find another girl for tonight," I say, jabbing Tanner playfully in the chest, "Don't be a fool. Wait a few days if you feel you have to, then ask me out properly. I guarantee I'm worth the chase."

He arches a brow, nods, says "Okay."

"Uggh," I moan in frustration. I press into him, find his lips, and kiss him hard.

A few seconds to by as he recovers from the surprise, then he pulls me in, kisses me back, and it's amazing. I linger, exhale and breathe in his scent, and just as our tongues are about to dance together, I pull back.

My phone chimes in perfect timing. "Oh. My ride is almost here."

"Claire, at least let us drop you," Tanner objects.

"Thanks, but I'm good. I know me, and if I go with you, I'll accidentally slip and fall on your dick."

Deion laughs again. Kudos to him for respecting my lame jokes. I glance at him now to give my farewell.

We still have privacy, and Deion is facing away from the crowd. I put my hand on his belly, feel the rock solid abs under his shirt. "May I?" I ask, putting my fingertips under his belt.

"Sure."

I slide my hand down his slacks, under his boxers, and I wrap my hand around the enormous big black cock lurking there, semi-erect at the thought of plundering my body.

"Oh my God!" I shout-whisper. "I need to buy a bigger vibrator. Yeah, that's not going to happen, big boy." I playfully stand on my tip-toes to kiss his cheek, then leave the men to watch me leave.

I'm safe at home and already masturbating when the text arrives.

Tanner: Hey Claire, for what it’s worth, if you’d said yes tonight, I’d still be blowing up your phone next week asking for a real date. One awesome night isn't enough. Maybe I feel some of those things you were feeling. I'll call in three days per your request :)

It takes ten minutes for me to reply because I can’t think straight. My fingers are slick while my mind replays our kiss, Ramya’s teasing, the way Deion’s cock felt in my hand.

Me: That was a nice message. See you tomorrow in church.