THREE DOORS (The THREE DOORS Series Book 1)

I woke with a bright smile already plastered on my face.

Fucking finally.

“Get up, girls!” I squealed. “It’s Three Doors Day!” I hopped from under my comforter with uncharacteristic, early morning enthusiasm and rounded the hallway corner to the kitchen, finding my dazzling friends wide awake.

“We’ve been up, you lazy fuck,” Shay laughed. “We made your coffee, but do you want cereal?”

“Thanks, but I’m just having a banana.” I snatched my simple breakfast from the bar basket and rubbed my belly. “No food babies for me today.”

Mia cracked a naughty grin. “Oh, I’m in. I need fuel for later.” She mock-fucked one of our barstools from behind and we lost it laughing.

“When are they coming over?” Shay asked as she popped a bagel in the toaster.

“Judge said around eight.” I filled my ocean mug from the glorious pot of fresh caffeine. “That gives us plenty of time for some cramming and prepping.”

“After we’re finished studying, we need to clean our rooms, shave, pick out outfits…” Mia listed on her fingers.

“I think we should stick to Shay’s matching things we wore before,” I said before sliding my lips over the banana tip. Hmm. Maybe I’ll be able to give some head tonight.

“Does it matter?” Shay laughed. “Won’t we just get naked once we’re in the room?”

“Nah,” Mia giggled, then she leaned in to snatch a snarling bite of my fruity breakfast. “I want my man to r-r-rip it off.”

I swallowed my serving with a smile and imagined big, wandering hands sliding the silky satin over my body again. “Same. So much same.”

Shay laughed and shook her head at us. “That’s fine, but no ‘ripping’ my good stuff.” She turned to the fridge and glanced over her shoulder. “And, once again, that means you, Mia.”

Mia rolled playful eyes in my direction, then slapped Shay square on that bubbly ass. “I hope you get dicked hardest tonight, babe. You fuckin’ need it.”

~ • ~

The guys hadn’t checked in by the time we finished our food, but we didn’t need the distraction. After our usual day with noses buried in the books, we busied ourselves with tidying up the apartment and dashing downstairs to launder our bed linens in the same fragrant, floral fabric softener. We each freshened up our bedrooms, clearing the clutter from our corners, dressers, and desks. I wasn’t sure yet where I’d be enjoying my secret shaft, but I wanted the space to feel comfortable for whoever ended up fucking in my room. We decided to leave the vibrators for later antics, hoping that the new cooch styles and anticipation alone would enhance the natural cock experience. Hell, that was more than fine with me.

Early in the evening, we each prepped with the same shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, then sat in the living room sharing soft pink nail polish to cover our fingers and toes. We hung the pastel lingerie from the shower rod and hovered around the mirror to choose a hairstyle.

“Wanna wear it straight?” Shay asked as she lifted her black locks into a potential ponytail. “That would make it the hardest to tell us apart.”

“Good call.” I smiled, smoothing my blond streaks over my shoulders. “And let’s leave it down.”

We thought of all the possible details, or at least we hoped. We shared my deodorant and Mia’s light perfume, then fixed our faces with matching makeup. As we stood hip to hip before our reflections, I noticed how our unique features augmented our short, similar statures. Mia’s golden body and flecked amber eyes glowed under the bright light with her shimmery brown locks. In contrast, Shay’s sultry, ebony eyes popped against her creamy, flawless complexion and black strands. My rosy cheeks, sandy strays, and baby blues paled in direct comparison, but together, we became one hell of a tempting team.

Shay called out as soon as we shuffled to our bedrooms for the final dressing. “Wait, girls! Take off your jewelry!”

“On it!” Mia yelled.

I slipped the slinky satin over my freshly ironed hair, then loosened the basic silver hoops from my ears. I gazed at the independent woman standing in the mirror before me and took a slow, deep breath. Hell, I’d played with men before, but this experience was about to drag my desire off the charts.

Three of my closest friends desperately wanted my body. They wanted to fuck me in the dark. They wanted to share me and share my girlfriends.

And I was about to let them.

~ • ~

We lit aromatic candles throughout the living room and relaxed on the couch as we anticipated their arrival, tucking soft legs beneath our bottoms and smoothing the sexy nightgowns over our knees. Fuck, if nothing else, we looked ready.

“Nervous?” I asked quietly, praying that the butterflies in my belly had neighbors nearby.

“Kinda.”

“Me, too,” Mia whispered.

“You are?”

“Yeah. Not about the fucking, though. I just want it all to work out.”

This girl.

I smiled. “Well, we’ll have fun no matter what.”

Knock, knock, knock.

“Oh, fuck! They’re here!” Mia yelped and jumped up from her cushion. We followed her to the front door, and she whipped it open before our boys could roll in on their own. Evan, Decker, and Judge stood waiting for us, each holding a ribboned bouquet of pastel flowers. My heart ricocheted in my chest at the simplicity of their sweetness.

Shay beamed. “Come in!”

Our brilliant boys had the same idea as we did, strolling inside wearing their matching pajamas from porn night. Each guy presented the lovely gift to the initial girl they encountered.

“These are for you, Callie,” Judge offered with a sheepish smile, reminding me of being asked to slow dance for the first time in my teenage days.

I inhaled the soft spring scent. “That’s so nice of you! They’re beautiful!”

He fingered a blond strand as it fell over my cheek. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “I’m loving this look.”

Christ, was I already blushing?

“Thank you, and you know I love these.” I tugged on his gray pajama shirt and gave him a sultry smooch on the lips.

“Would you like a drink?”

“Maybe I should,” I confessed with quiet comfort. “I’m pretty nervous.”

Judge leaned close, his hallmark scent piquing my senses. “Don’t tell my boys, but I am, too.” I laughed, suddenly feeling a bit more relaxed under his boyish charm.

Shay filled three tall drinking glasses with fresh water, then arranged the bouquets on the dining room table and surveyed our gifts. “Guys, this is too much.”

“We know tonight isn’t just any other night,” Evan admitted with unusual shyness as he shuffled his feet. “It isn’t for us either.”

And that’s exactly why this entire operation had a chance of working. Never once had these men treated us like a casual fuck from the corner bar. Although the adventures behind closed doors would be the highlight of the night, our endearing friendship graced the evening with serenity and tenderness. I’d seen their desire directly. I’d felt the hungry groping and lustful lapping when they held me in their arms. But in these meaningful moments between, Decker, Evan, and Judge knew just how to make a woman feel appreciated.

Deck pulled his bottom lip through his teeth and surveyed my body in the blue satin before finally finding my eyes. I shook my head at his guilty grin, but inside, I felt honored to be one of the objects of his attention. “What would you like to drink?” he offered.

“Wine, please. We have a few bottles for us to share.”

“Sounds great.”

“Let’s sit in the living room and go over everything,” Judge suggested.

We crashed on our plush furniture to discuss the crucial details. Words couldn’t describe the war brewing inside my mind. As I looked at the magnificent men around me, I felt the uncanny comfort they garnered whenever we gathered. But one of them was about to slide deep into my precious pussy and deliver a dark euphoria like I’d never experienced. I curled my legs beneath me on the couch beside Mia and gulped from my goblet of sweet red. This was no time for sipping.

“So, are we all on the same page?” Evan asked.

“I think so, but I’m wondering about something,” Shay said. “Let’s say I’m in a room waiting for you. I’m gonna see you when you open the door. You’ll see me, too.”

“Funny you mention that,” Evan said. “I thought of that today, and Judge suggested we use these.” Each guy fished one of our sleep masks from the chest pocket of his swanky pajamas.

Mia cocked her head. “How will that work?”

“You could each wait on the bed, facing away from the door,” Judge explained. “We’ll wear the eye mask inside so we don’t see you, then close the door behind us. We’ll pocket the mask once we’re in the dark.”

Hmm.

“I think that will work,” I said after a minute of consideration.

“Then we just stay until you knock?”

“That’s right.”

“Did you bring condoms?” Mia asked.

“We brought some in case you wanted them,” Deck answered. “Your call.”

“Judge, have you decided? We’re all in if you want,” Shay assured him.

“I’m good without,” he said with a shrug. “You girls have protection, and the papers are enough for me.”

With the technicalities out of the way, our thoughtful boys waited patiently and quietly until the girls and I were ready to leap. Although I was eager to lock in for what would surely be a wild, winding trip, I saw no harm in taking a few minutes to consider the final destination. Sex was sex, but tonight, friendship and fantasy would collide. The blurred boundaries, precise plans, and passionate practice would be put to the ultimate test. As I scoped each potential partner, their tempting bodies displayed like trophies on our comfy furniture, I knew these men were worthy of all the work.

A minute passed before Shay inhaled a deep breath and scooted forward in her seat. “Okay. I think I’m ready.”

Deck, Evan, and Judge checked us individually with both eyes and words for positive consent or lingering doubt.

“Mia?”

“Let’s do it.”

“Callie?”

Since they couldn’t yet feel the assuring hum of my heart or the wicked heat of my wetness, I offered the most confident smile I possibly could. “Let’s go.”

~ • ~

After all three sexy pajama sets disappeared behind the partial kitchen wall, I gathered with my girls in the dim hallway, our matching satin shimmering in the light of the living room candles. Mia grabbed both of our nervous hands and squeezed with encouragement, then gestured with a head nod to the bedroom doors and shrugged with uncertainty. We didn’t discuss this choice beforehand, leaving our fuck location decision to the very last minute. Shay stepped away from our huddle and stood before her own space, then tossed a palm and mouthed, “Is this okay?”

I hadn’t given much thought to whose soft sheets I’d be tangled in, but since we were venturing into uncharted territory, I sympathized with Shay’s preference for familiar surroundings, at least for this first time. I nodded and stepped before my own silver knob, then Mia followed suit beside me. We swapped eager smiles and blown kisses, then swept inside our secret spots.

The deep darkness, though expected, still surprised me as I quietly closed my door and extinguished the faint flickers of the flames outside. With no sense of when he’d join me, I darted directly to my perfectly made mattress and climbed on the ruffled comforter, then smoothed my long locks behind my back. I turned to face the corner opposite of the hall and waited with my hands resting on my freshly shaved thighs, just as Judge had instructed.

Each ticking second wreaked havoc on my brain and body. I stared into the nothingness, relishing in the same addictive thrill of the sleep mask, and acknowledged each sensation and sentiment. My heart thrashed against my lungs with doubled strength rather than speed, rumbling between my ribs with constant reminders to breathe. My muscles tensed in suspense, preparing for unknown hands to fumble and fondle over each inch of my smooth skin. My moist pussy tightened and twitched, longing to be stroked, sucked, and screwed into shameless submission. I fingered the delicate hem of my negligee, letting my pink nails drag low between my legs, my amped nerve endings tingling under my gentle touch alone.

Fuck. Come on.

Judge, Decker, and Evan had provided so many sweet, sexy moments, but also filthy, forbidden flirtations that drove me fuckin’ wild with need for this very night. I stretched my neck and rolled my face to the blackened ceiling, envisioning each of their cocky, captivating smiles and strapping, swollen muscles. I heard all three deep, distinctive voices whispering naughty intentions in my ears and shivered with the swoon of each delicious kiss. Although I was undeniably willing to fuck them all, to ride on any of their thick, steel cocks until I dripped down my thighs, I couldn’t deny that nagging nudge in my chest whenever one man moved to the front of my mind.

I knew exactly who I wanted to fuck me tonight.

The click of the knob startled me to sit up straight. The wispy candlelight crept across the blank wall before me, then shadows of his silhouette fell over me as he stepped inside. The door latched closed behind him and I was left in the dark again, but this time, I wasn’t alone.

Knowing that he couldn’t see me provided some level of relief for my naturally shy side. My shoulders heaved with frenzied, silent gasps to protect the game, and I gnawed at my bottom lip as I expected that first electrifying contact. He crossed the room with painfully slow steps, then his fingertips brushed blindly over my bare shoulder. I let him explore, his touch trailing through my hair and tracing enticing paths along my neck. A deep, impatient pang of desperation cramped low in my pelvis, and I turned into his hovering frame, seeing nothing but darkness as planned. I clenched his muscled forearm, guiding him closer and navigating his ripples until I found that scratchy scruff. He joined my journey for an opening kiss and cupped my jawline in his palms, edging us together until we could taste each other’s breaths. We tilted our chins in a clumsy dance as our parted lips finally touched.

Hesitation melted in the hidden heatwave between us. My thirsty tongue sparred for space as he took me with unleashed fervor, our mouths dipping and twisting into each other like starving wildlife. Any effort to identify my man disappeared as my remaining senses fell victim to his primal ways. I tasted the fever on his hungry lips as I listened to our wet passion smearing. I sensed the anguish of his touch as he snaked curious hands over my curves. I inhaled the alluring scent of Judge’s trademark aroma drifting from his pecs, accepting that the trio had shared his stylish spray tonight. Sight was an afterthought as each moment of this blind madness sent throb after agonizing throb to my demanding pussy.

I craved his naked skin crushing mine and clawed at the waistband under his buttoned sleep top. He ripped his lips away and stepped from my grip, so I hoped like hell that he was undressing. In those few lonely seconds, I tossed the idea of him removing my gown, whipping it over my head and chucking it near the foot of the bed. I waited, nearly bare but for my black thong, as I fought to silence my labored gasps.

When he reached for me again, his fingertips brushed across my naked breasts, then traced over my abs as he traveled downtown. He yanked my remaining cover from my wiggling hips and steadied me as we eased it over my knees.

With our skin exposed and no barriers to slow the next steps, the mattress sank under his weight as he climbed on the comforter with me. I kept my fingertips close as he shifted and positioned, not wanting to lose another second of contact with this mysterious man again.

He glided palms around my hips to my round cheeks as we joined on our knees, turning me slightly and urging me closer. With no words spoken, we paused the frenzy to appreciate the sensual, meaningful moment that both of our bare bodies aligned. Our naked forms fell flush together from the chest down, my little tits tucked against the tight ripples of his torso. His thickened cock rested at full, mouthwatering length against my flushed belly as his hands roamed curiously over my curves. I dragged my pink nails softly over the ridges of his rounded shoulders and chiseled back, landing at the top of his perfect ass.

The war inside my mind continued, but the battleground shifted. This was no longer about flowers or friendship. I found myself conflicted, enjoying the heightened temptation as his lazy hands savored every inch of my skin but also wishing for him to force my legs apart and hammer me with that swollen, anonymous shaft. Is he taking things slow just for me? Should I let this happen naturally, or should I pounce?

As if he’d heard my brain debating, my sexy shadow of a man dropped warm lips to my neck and frenched me with a twisting tongue, dipping deep enough to drag his length across my aching pussy. Shivers sparked down my spine as I experienced two first-time sensations simultaneously: the exhilaration of his thick, smooth cock taunting my bare folds and the undeniable triumph of the priceless bikini wax.

He rocked his fur against my pelvis, teasing me with hesitant, gentle thrusts as he nipped and nibbled behind my ear. My soaked slit clenched with need in response, and I found myself finished with the foreplay.

Our entry kiss had been thrilling. Fingering would’ve been amazing, and oral alone could bring me to my brink, as previously noted. I’m sure that I would’ve enjoyed every second that any part of his body played with mine.

But tonight, I wanted to fuck.

I tracked my fingertips across his hip and over the muscular path to his pelvis, then abruptly wrapped my fingers around his throbbing thickness. I angled his length straight down with no warning, circling the puffy tip over my clit before sliding it through my dripping center and coating him with my early juice. Christ, I needed him inside me.

His parted lips paused under my jawline and he left lingering hands splayed over my ass, signaling some unexpected hesitation. Maybe he couldn’t interpret what my body was silently screaming in the dark. I’d given him permission to skip the opening credits, but his finger was hovering over the fast-forward button.

Fuck it.

I dropped his dick and pushed aggressively on his solid frame until he buckled back on the mattress near my pillows, then I straddled him and took the fuckin’ wheel. My moist pussy glided over his muscular abs as I leaned forward to palm his pecs, and his chest heaved underneath me with surprised breaths of desire.

God, his excitement alone drove me fuckin’ wild.

I ushered his hand to my scorching slit and he needed no further instruction. His fingertips drifted as he explored my new smoothness, then he primed me even more, pumping two thick fingers through my sticky wetness. My body jerked over him as he fucked me with slow, forceful thrusts, and I stifled a moan through gritted teeth.

When he’d tapped my trigger spot enough to stir the rumbles of a climax, I reached for his heavy shaft. He shifted his weight underneath me with anticipation, assisting me at just the right angle for his rim to part my slick folds. I lowered my tight, hot opening, slowly sinking over his length, and arched my back until he filled me completely. A harsh breath of exhilaration escaped from my lips. Fuck, he was longer than I expected, feeling much bigger in my pussy than in my palm, but I absorbed every glorious inch.

Let’s fuckin’ ride.

I felt unhinged in the dark, letting my bare body shamelessly take exactly what it wanted. Adrenaline fueled my hips as I rocked over his steel cock with relentless, rapid thrusts. His rigid rim dragged tight against my wet walls as I selfishly fondled my aroused nipples. He clawed at my thighs for control, grinding his groin heavily into mine as we fell into an erotic rhythm. His naughty fingers found my slick center and strummed my clit with juicy friction as I bounced. My legs jerked and twitched as I prepared to drip all over his perfect dick, the mystery and darkness enhancing the experience more than I ever imagined possible. I tipped my head back into the void and sank teeth into my bottom lip as unbearable waves of an early climax crested.

My discipline nearly cracked as I clenched down on his throbbing thickness, squeezing him mercilessly as my soaked slit spasmed in agonizing pleasure. I swallowed a scream as I rushed over my edge, the pledge of silence practically strangling me.

We both slowed through the aftershocks of my finish, but the stretched, swollen shaft resting inside reminded me that this ride wasn’t over just yet. He abruptly curled into a crunch and palmed my waist, then lifted my aching center from his length. As soon as we were separated, he crawled over me with raging dominance and effortlessly flipped me to my stomach, then pulled back hard on my hips until my face dragged against the bed linens. I felt like a plaything in his powerful hands as he positioned my tight ass against his pelvis, his hungry cock primed to plow my pussy exactly how he wanted.

He’d humored me to this point, allowing me to manipulate his magnificent body to service my desperate needs.

Not anymore.

The blackened room hadn’t allowed me much anticipation of his moves, but as his firm tip offered a courtesy tap against my recovering cooch, it wasn’t rocket science to assume what was coming next. I urgently scratched at my white comforter until I gathered enough slack to bite, then I shoved it between my panting lips. In the last seconds before he assumed the driver’s seat, I noticed the faint scent of the floral fabric softener wafting through my muffled breaths.

Fuck, this is crazy.

In one magic motion, he palmed my ass and drove that stiff cock inside me from behind with a heavy thrust, forcing the air from my lungs and snarling my teeth in the sheets. I arched my back hard as he relentlessly railed me, his length slamming through my clenched wetness over and over. His hands left no sensual touches on my smooth skin as he blatantly used my tight, hot pussy to summon his pleasure. No, this was his show now. The opening scene had been all about me. My needs. My desires. My finish. This second act was all about him.

This mysterious partner, one who casually raided my fridge and selflessly helped me master my studies, delivered the hardest fuck I had ever felt in my life. My petite body flailed underneath his watch, my small breasts bouncing and my short legs trembling. After a few quick minutes of absolute pounding, he threw weight behind his final pump and smacked my ass hard with an open palm, timing his punishment perfectly as his hot, wet load shot deep against my tingling target. I’d never been spanked during sex before, and the unexpected, breathtaking thrill left me choking on my comforter.

He slowed his pace as he spilled his last drops, then eased gently from my slickness. I fell from his grip in an exhausted slump on the bed, my pussy feeling raw, sore, and possibly bruised. My invasive mind tried to interrupt my satisfaction with rambling theories of which friend had fucked me, but I forced myself to focus on when this exhilarating evening would end.

How would we say goodbye?

He smoothed my now tangled hair over my back with slow, sweet strokes, then he shifted to the edge of the bed and guided me through the darkness to his lap. I swept my fingers up his neck and searched his stubble, meeting his warm lips in the scarce space between our faces. We kissed passionately like seasoned lovers, our tongues twirling in a blissful embrace, then our foreheads found rest together through our shared breaths. In the unexpected moment of tenderness, I wondered aimlessly whose beautiful eyes were only inches from mine.

We stood hand in hand, but as I started to step away for his retreat, he coaxed me back against his firm chest. He unexpectedly brushed soft lips over my temple, then he slipped into the dark like an escaping thief. I climbed on the comforter so he could gather his fancy sleepwear and waited for the creeping candlelight again as he dressed. When the door eventually opened and closed minutes later, I released an overdue sigh into my cupped hands.

I reflected on the ripples of his muscles, the brush of his scruff, and the taste of his lips, but not one clear identity floated into view. After all the chatter, the buildup, and the worry, Three Doors had worked, at least for me. Had I given him any unintentional hints? Had he remembered the flavor of my kiss or the path of my curves?

Knowing right where my silver lamp was parked, even in the dark, I flicked the switch and recovered my borrowed blue gown from the foot of the bed. I scanned the dim surroundings for my black thong, finding that he had hurled it across the room by my closed closet door. I laughed to myself and appreciated that my secret lover had been just as thirsty as I was. Like Evan had said, this wasn’t any other night. Not by far. Maybe my partner had hidden under his bed linens, too, stroking that delicious cock in nights past with visions of the wild girls from upstairs. Hell, maybe even with visions of me.

I had to admit, the boys’ planned preview aided the post-fuck process. I felt much more comfortable and confident with the logistics in order, so I took my precious time gathering myself. I used the bath towel from my earlier shower to wipe my dripping pussy clean, then stood before my mirror and attempted to polish my look. Satisfied with my meager efforts, I crashed back on the mattress and waited impatiently with my busy brain.

What was he thinking right now? Did he like how my puss felt around him? Did he have fun? Would he want me again if he could choose me?

Fuck, this is taking forever.

Had we finished first? What about Mia and Shay? Were their fucks as amazing as mine? Had we really fuckin’ pulled this off?

~ • ~

Knock, knock, knock.

Finally.

I jumped up from my sprawl on the bed and rushed to the door, then palmed the knob and waited for a few minutes until I heard a movement in the hallway. I found Mia and Shay both emerging from their bedrooms at the same time, so I motioned for them to join me in the bathroom and yelled an all clear to the boys. It took a second for my eyes to adjust in the bright light, but as I surveyed my best friends for signs of satisfaction, I realized that they’d both likely had quite different experiences.

Mia looked like she’d been through a war as she rushed to the toilet for the customary post-peen pee. Her brown, streaky strands clumped in damp sections around her neck, and her once pretty makeup was smeared under her eyes like she’d been crying. Shay appeared barely touched, her sleek black hair keeping its smooth shine and only faint wrinkles appearing in her yellow satin.

“My God,” Mia moaned as she palmed her rosy cheeks.

I cocked a curious brow. “That good?”

“I need a minute here.”

This girl.

“How about you?” Shay asked, whipping a hairbrush from her assigned toiletry drawer.

“Amazing, but I’m sore as fuck.” I loaded my toothbrush with minty paste and gestured with the tube. “You?”

Shay cringed in the mirror. “Please, don’t think I’m a super-bitch, but it was just okay.”

My jaw dropped with shock. “You’re fucking kidding.”

“I wish. It was all vanilla missionary stuff.”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Why didn’t you just take over?”

“I mean, I could have. I don’t know.”

“Did you get off?” I pressed as my nosy instincts kicked in. “Give me something, girl.”

“Oh, yeah. It wasn’t terrible. It was just boring. The dark room and anonymity helped it along.” Shay shifted past a dazed Mia to pee next.

“So, it was like pizza,” I laughed. “I mean, there’s bad pizza, but hell, it’s still pizza.”

“Right. You get it.”

“I can form words now,” Mia informed us through her trance. She palmed the bathroom counter and stared at her reflection. “I don’t know who that was, but I think I’m in love with him. The things we did…fuck.” I couldn’t imagine the mystery methods that had stolen the soul of our most deviant crew member, but one of our boys knew how to bring it.

I shuffled for my turn to squat as my girls freshened up further, staring at the tile as my bladder emptied. My guy had kinda landed right in the middle of those wildly different ways. Had the friend I’d been mildly craving been a bore with Shay or a pro with Mia?

Or had he been perfect with me?

~ • ~

We stepped together from the shadows of the hallway to find our guys relaxing in our living room, bare-chested and gorgeous in the soft candlelight. Judge relaxed on one end of the sofa with his warm eyes roaming between us. Evan parked on the beige loveseat, anxiously resting his elbows on his knees and hanging on our every movement. Deck was comfortably sprawled out in the big blue chair with a leg draped over the arm, scanning us with a sultry gaze. My recovering heart suddenly slammed against my ribs in anticipation of the conversation to come.

Although I didn’t know which of these three phenomenal men had fucked me tonight, I had already drawn one conclusion…

…I wanted him to fuck me again.