Yes

Moments later, Mark let himself relax and be led along. Kiara talked excitedly about all the things she was noticing, but he felt half asleep. This day had already been way too stressful. Kiara even struck up a conversation with Allison, a girl he’d known from a freshman chemistry lab. The two of them were jabbering away, and so Mark let himself drift a few feet behind.

He’d jerked off to Allison a few times. Not that she’d have known—he jerked off while alone in the shower—and not that such behavior was unusual; he’d jerked off to hundreds of the women he’d come across.

Small, thin, and tightly wound, Allison had struck him as shy and serious. She was always prepared for lab, always very precise. She had the bright eyes of someone who never drank, smoked weed, or stayed up late. She had always looked like the kind of girl who finished her homework days in advance. He found those qualities annoying, and he wouldn’t have looked at her twice, except that she was very pretty. She’d also let slip that she’d been a nationally competitive gymnast until she’d had an ankle injury in high school. That information had been enough for him to occasionally rub one out while imaging her flexibility, but she’d quickly dropped off his masturbation list. She’d always seemed too young and asexual.

Worse, she’d always seemed completely uninterested in him. In fact, as he recalled, she’d successfully switched lab partners because he would routinely not have read the material and so she had to explain the work each week. After that, they’d hardly spoken.

She and Kiara, on the other hand, seemed to have lots to talk about, so Mark focused on the billowy peasant dress that Allison was wearing. It was loose and not at all form-fitting, but the act of walking framed her ass very nicely. He noticed that his larger dick didn’t fit neatly into his pants when it got hard. Looking down, he realized he’d need to wish that Kiara do something about his bulge—but this time, they’d do it in his locked dorm room so he could do some fine tuning. He’d learned his lesson.

Twenty minutes later, under the late afternoon sky, Kiara and Allison were still walking along, arm-in-arm. They slowed, giggled, and turned to him. “Did you know that Allison is becoming a yoga instructor and studying the Upanishads?” Not waiting for an answer, Kiara continued, “we’re going to go back to her apartment and watch a movie. You should come.”

He started to refuse. It had been a stressful day. He needed a nap. And he desperately needed to be alone and jerk off.

Then he noticed that Kiara had interlaced Allison’s arm with hers, and that Allison’s arm was clearly pressing into Kiara’s right breast. And did Allison just glance at his crotch and giggle?

Allison looked him in the eye. “I hear y’all met in Greece.”