Weekend Gone Wild

Author's Note

This is an erotic story.

That should be obvious--but let me say it anyway:

This is a story about lust, friendship, and the thrill of giving in.

It doesn't follow traditional romance arcs or offer emotional resolution wrapped in a bow. Instead, it lives in the space where pleasure is the point--where two women decide to stop overthinking and just feel.

There's no moral high ground here. No regrets. Just choices made in the heat of the moment--and bodies pushed past hesitation.

If you're uncomfortable with themes of group sex, dominant men, casual encounters, or women fully owning their desire without apology...

You probably won't like this story. And that's okay.

There are other stories that will take better care of your values.

But if you're here to watch the boundaries blur--to feel the tension build, the heat rise, the surrender become addictive...

Then welcome.

This story is told in a single arc, but feel free to slow down or skip ahead. Every part is written to immerse you in the moment.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, catching my breath between reps as the early morning light filtered through the gym windows. Lila was right next to me, focused, silent, her ponytail swaying with each squat. She hadn't really talked much since the breakup. Her eyes had lost that usual spark, and I hated seeing her like this.

We stood side by side at the mirror wall, adjusting our form. I watched her reflection--her curves, her long legs, her slightly flushed cheeks from the workout. She was beautiful, but she couldn't see it. Not right now.

"You look hot, Lil," I said, nudging her with my elbow and giving her a playful smirk. "Like, seriously--if I weren't your best friend, I'd be jealous."

She let out a half-laugh, rolling her eyes. "Yeah right."

"I'm serious," I insisted. "You've got that post-breakup glow. There are at least three guys out there pretending not to stare."

She looked away, then back at herself. "I don't feel sexy. Not like you. You're the one who walks in here like you own the place."

I turned to face her, gently tugging her arm so she'd look at me. "Lil, you're sexy as hell. You just forgot for a second. But trust me--your body hasn't."

That made her laugh, finally, her smile breaking through. It was small, but it was there.

Lila held my gaze for a moment, uncertain and a little lost. I gave her a wink and struck a dramatic pose, flexing like an idiot to make her laugh. And she did--soft, reluctant, but real.

That's when Nate, our trainer, showed up behind us. Tight shirt, toned arms, confident smile. The guy always looked like he walked out of a fitness commercial.

"Looking strong today, ladies," he said, folding his arms as he watched us in the mirror.

I leaned toward Lila just enough so he could hear. "Told you. Even Coach is checking you out."

Lila blushed instantly. "He is not."

I gave Nate a flirty smirk. "Coach, be honest. Are we killing it out here or are you just here for the view?"

He raised an eyebrow, playful. "Can't it be both?"

I bit my lip and tilted my head. "Only if we're not getting extra reps just because you like watching us struggle."

"Gotta make sure you're sweating for the right reasons," he shot back with a grin.

And there it was--Lila's laugh again. Light, bright, exactly what I wanted to hear.

We finished our sets and did a quick stretch before heading toward the lockers. Nate gave us a thumbs-up before walking away, calling out over his shoulder, "Don't be strangers."

Lila watched him go, then looked at me, smiling shyly. "Okay... maybe someone was checking me out."

"Told you," I said, snapping her with my towel. "You've still got it."

Outside the gym, just as we were stepping onto the sidewalk, a guy around our age walked up, holding his water bottle like it gave him confidence.

"Hey," he said, eyes flicking to Lila. "I saw you inside. You come here a lot?"

Lila froze for a second, but I stepped in. "She does. And she lifts more than you."

He laughed awkwardly. "Cool... maybe I'll see you around?"

"We'll see," I said, linking my arm with hers and pulling her along.

Once we were a few steps away, she exhaled hard. "I am so not ready for that."

"You don't have to be ready," I said gently. "You just have to feel again."

She stayed quiet, thinking.

"Let's get away," I said suddenly. "You and me. Somewhere warm. Sun, tiny swimsuits, fruity drinks before noon. Let's remind the world--and you--how hot you are."

She looked at me, surprised. "Like... now?"

I smiled wide. "Yes. Like now. A quick weekend escape. We pack light, fly cheap, and flirt like our lives depend on it."

She stared at me, hesitating... and then that real smile bloomed again. "Okay. Let's do it."

We dropped down on the bench outside the gym, still a little breathless. I unlocked my phone and turned to her with a grin. "Okay. No backing out. Where do you want to go?"

Lila shrugged. "I don't know... somewhere wild? Somewhere that doesn't care if I'm sad or drunk or dancing barefoot on a beach."

I smirked. "So... Miami?"

Her eyes lit up. "You're serious?"

I was already typing into the flight search. "Hell yes, I'm serious. Flights for tomorrow--Friday. We pack tonight, sleep on the plane, and by tomorrow afternoon we're in bikinis and pretending life's perfect."

She leaned over my shoulder, our faces close as we scrolled together. "Ooh--this one. Nonstop. Morning flight. We'll have the whole day."

I tapped it. "Booked. You better text your mom."

She laughed. "She's going to think I lost my mind."

"You didn't lose it. You're just finally using it for something fun."

A few more clicks, and the hotel followed--beachfront, loud music in the promo photos, all pink neon and palm trees. It was perfect.

We locked eyes as the confirmation hit both our inboxes.

"This is actually happening," she said.

I nodded. "Miami has no idea what's coming."

We met at the gate, both in oversized sunglasses and with messy ponytails--zero makeup, but somehow glowing with anticipation. Lila was dragging a small suitcase behind her, and I had my tote bag stuffed with bikinis and bad decisions.

"You ready for this?" I asked, handing her a coffee I grabbed on the way.

"I don't know," she grinned. "But you better not let me back out once we get there."

"Back out?" I laughed. "Honey, I already booked us on a boat party for tomorrow night."

By the time we boarded the plane and found our seats--window and middle--we were giddy. Music in our ears, legs touching, whispering like high school girls.

Midway through the flight, with the cabin dim and a warm buzz from the wine we ordered, Lila leaned her head back and sighed.

"Tell me something stupid. Distract me."

I smirked. "Stupid or sexy?"

She side-eyed me. "Both."

I bit my lip. "Okay. You remember Evan? From freshman year?"

"The guy from your lit class?"

"Mmhm." I leaned in, dropping my voice. "He was quiet. Bookish. Always wore those soft sweaters. One day after class, he asked me if I wanted to 'study' at his place."

I made air quotes, and Lila grinned.

We barely made it through fifteen minutes of flashcards before he leaned over and kissed me--shy at first, kind of hesitant, like he was scared I'd vanish. But when I kissed him back, he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap, like he'd been holding back for weeks.

He whispered how long he'd been imagining me. He undressed me slowly, his hands trembling a little as he tugged my shirt over my head and stared at my tits like he couldn't believe they were real. His mouth was warm when he took one nipple between his lips, sucking softly, while his hand slid down to my pussy--so careful, but desperate too.

I remember grinding against him, both of us half-dressed on that squeaky dorm chair, his cock hard and twitching through his sweats. When he finally pushed inside me, slow and deep, I gasped. It wasn't rough. It was... intense. Like he was trying to memorize every sound I made.

He came too fast--like, embarrassingly fast--but the way he looked at me afterward? Like I was magic.

Lila's jaw dropped, then she burst out laughing. "God, I forgot how filthy you are."

I shrugged. "I'm just warming you up for Miami."

She blushed, but I saw something flicker in her eyes--curiosity, maybe. A little hunger.

And I knew this trip was about to get very interesting.

The heat hit us the moment we stepped out of the airport. That thick, humid Miami air that clings to your skin like it's trying to undress you. We threw our bags into the back of the rideshare and slid in, windows down, music up.

Lila leaned her head against mine. "We're really doing this."

I smiled. "No turning back now."

The hotel was a pink-and-white boutique spot a block from the beach, with palm trees, neon signs, and music pulsing from the lobby bar like it was already midnight. As soon as we walked in, a guy in board shorts handed us two welcome drinks--something citrusy and way too strong for 2 p. m.

We sipped as we stood by the marble check-in counter, eyes wide, soaking it all in.

"I feel like we're in a music video," Lila murmured.

"You look like you belong in one," I replied, watching her cheeks flush slightly.

After tossing our bags into the room--a sun-drenched space with a balcony and two barely-there beds--we didn't bother unpacking. Just changed into something light and short and headed back down to the lobby bar.

The vibe was perfect. Open walls, low beats, ceiling fans spinning lazily, and people lounging on velvet sofas like they'd been tipsy since Tuesday.

We took a seat at the corner of the bar. I let my leg rest against hers. Her skin was warm, smooth, and I didn't pull away.

"What are we drinking tonight?" I asked.

"Something dangerous," she said, scanning the cocktail list. "Something that'll make me forget my ex's name."

I laughed. "Coming right up."

The bartender--a tall guy with a tan and a smirk--handed us two tequila-based drinks rimmed with chili salt. We toasted.

"To forgetting the past," I said.

"To making new mistakes," she added with a grin.

We finished our drinks slower this time, soaking up the moment. The music, the buzz, the scent of salt and sweat in the Miami air--it was already starting to melt something inside me. Something restless.

"I'm officially tipsy," Lila whispered as we stepped into the elevator.

"Good," I said. "Tipsy Lila is hot and unpredictable."

She leaned against the mirrored wall, lips curled into a lazy smile. "Unpredictable is a generous word for me right now."

I nudged her with my hip. "Just wait till we're dressed."

Back in the room, golden light poured in through the windows, painting everything in soft orange and pink. We stripped off our daytime clothes like shedding skin, tossing them wherever they landed. The room was suddenly alive--laughter, bare skin, the low rumble of our playlist from my phone.

Lila stood in front of the mirror in her underwear, holding up a tiny black dress against her body.

"Too much?" she asked, glancing at me.

I paused.

Her curves hugged by that fabric, her skin still warm and flushed from the sun, her hair falling over one shoulder--it was dangerous.

"Too much for what?" I asked, crossing the room slowly. "For making men stutter? Yeah. Absolutely."

She laughed, then turned to me. "You're seriously going to make me blush all night, aren't you?"

"Only if I don't make you scream first."

She froze, just for a second. I let the words hang there before stepping past her to grab my own outfit--tight white skirt, crop top, barely-there heels. I changed in front of her without breaking eye contact.

Something was shifting between us.

We didn't name it. Not yet.

Instead, we added gloss, perfume, and one last drink from the minibar before heading out.

The air outside was thick and electric as we stepped onto the sidewalk--heels clicking, hair loose, skin glowing. Miami at night felt alive in a way no city ever had. It wasn't just the music that spilled from every doorway--it was the promise. The possibility.

We slid into a rideshare, legs crossed, windows down. Lila caught me watching her as she touched up her lip gloss. She smirked. "What?"

"Nothing," I said. "Just... you're glowing. And I plan on making sure you end the night not thinking about him even once."

The car dropped us in front of a velvet-rope club on Collins Avenue, neon lights flickering against black stone. Bass pulsed through the pavement.

There was a line, of course. Dozens of people waiting, some pouting at the bouncer, others trying to flirt their way in. But when he saw us--two girls with confidence in their eyes and legs that didn't quit--he waved us through without a word.

Inside, the club was all dark corners, golden lights, and bodies swaying to deep, seductive rhythms. The air was cool, but the energy was hot--sweaty, thick with perfume and sex.

We barely took three steps in before two tall, dark-skinned men appeared at our sides. Sharp jawlines, stylish clothes, and grins like they already knew how the night would end.

The one on my side leaned close, his voice rich and smooth. "You just walked in, and I already lost my breath."

I smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"I'm Trey," he said. "And this is Marcus."

Marcus was speaking to Lila, already making her laugh--his hand brushing lightly against the small of her back as he asked what she liked to drink.

Trey looked at me. "Let us buy you two a round. You came here to dance, right?"

I raised an eyebrow. "That depends... You any good?"

He grinned. "Only one way to find out."

I reached for Lila's hand, gave her a quick squeeze, and felt her squeeze back. Her eyes sparkled in the dark, and I knew she was ready to forget everything else.

We followed them to the bar, hips swaying, dresses hugging every curve.

The drinks were strong. Dangerously so.

Mine tasted like fire and sugar, and I barely noticed how quickly it went down because Trey's hand was already on my hip, guiding me toward the crowd. Lila followed behind with Marcus, their fingers intertwined like they'd known each other for more than ten minutes.

The dance floor was a storm of sound and motion. Bodies pressed tight, sweat shimmering under golden lights. The beat dropped and I let it take over.

Trey pulled me close, his chest against my back, his hands finding my waist. I didn't stop him. I wanted to be touched. I wanted to feel wanted. But my eyes drifted--always--to Lila.

She was laughing, her arms wrapped around Marcus's neck, her hips rolling in slow, hypnotic waves. God, she looked beautiful. Like she'd just remembered she was alive.

And she was watching me too.

I turned around to face Trey, my hands on his shoulders. He leaned in, lips grazing my ear.

"You move like you know what you're doing," he murmured.

"I do," I said, my voice low.

He grinned, but I wasn't really focused on him anymore. Behind him, I caught Lila's gaze again--and this time, it lingered. We didn't smile. We just looked. And something in that look made my breath catch.

She leaned into Marcus, whispered something, then slid her hand down his chest. I felt a jolt--jealousy? No. Not quite. Something darker. More curious.

Trey spun me, pulling my back against him again, his hands now a little bolder, a little lower. I let him, grinding into the music, into the moment. But still, that heat in my chest wasn't coming from him.

The music was pounding through the walls, vibrating in my bones. I grabbed Lila's hand and leaned into her ear.

"Bathroom. Come with me before I melt."

She nodded, still breathless, cheeks flushed from dancing--and probably from Marcus's hands on her hips all night.

We weaved through the crowd, laughing as we bumped into people, past velvet ropes and into the sleek, mirror-lined women's room. It was quiet in comparison. Cool, dimly lit, with pink-tinted lights above the sinks and girls touching up their lipstick in groups.

We ducked into one of the bigger stalls together, not caring. My dress was riding up, and hers was clinging to every curve like a second skin.

I leaned against the wall and exhaled. "Okay. I need a breather."

She was fixing her hair in the mirror, glowing in a way I hadn't seen in weeks.

"You look hot," I said, half-laughing. "Like, distract-the-bouncer hot."

She grinned. "Shut up."

"I'm serious," I said, stepping closer. "And judging by how Marcus is glued to your ass, I'd say he agrees."

She laughed, then paused, looking down at her hands. "It's... weird. Being wanted again."

I watched her, then smirked. "Okay, so I have to ask."

She raised an eyebrow. "Ask what?"

I bit my lip. "Is it true what they say? About the whole... BBC thing?"

She blinked, caught off guard--then let out a loud, uncontrollable laugh, pressing her palm to her mouth.

"Oh my God, Jane!"

I leaned in, whispering now. "Come on. You know I've never had one. You've been with your guy for years. You have to tell me--was he packing?"

Lila looked around dramatically, like someone might be listening. Then she leaned in too, her voice low and teasing. "Let's just say... he wasn't the reason I stayed, but he definitely wasn't the reason I left."

My eyes widened. "No way."

She nodded, biting her lip. "It wasn't even hard and I could feel it pressing through me."

"Damn," I breathed. "Now I'm curious."

She smiled, tilting her head. "Well... Trey looks promising."

I looked at her, then at my reflection in the mirror behind her--and for a second, I didn't care about Trey. Or Marcus. Just the fact that we were alone, hearts racing, lips inches apart.

We stepped out of the bathroom stall laughing, fixing our dresses in the mirror one last time. Our cheeks were flushed, eyes glittering with mischief. Something had shifted between us--not in a way we could name yet, but it buzzed under our skin like the bass outside the door.

Back on the dance floor, the guys spotted us immediately. Trey reached for my hand without hesitation, spinning me into him, his palm finding the small of my back. Marcus pulled Lila close, whispering something that made her throw her head back laughing.

We danced harder this time. Closer. Their hands knew where to land now. My body followed the rhythm without effort, and Lila... Lila was all hips and heat and confidence. It was like watching a phoenix shake off its ashes.

The lights got lower, the music heavier, our drinks colder. I felt Trey's breath on my neck and the occasional brush of something hard through his jeans against my thigh.

He leaned down. "You girls want to get out of here?"

I glanced at Lila. She didn't even hesitate--just met my eyes, gave a subtle nod.

Trey and Marcus led us through the side exit, down into the sticky Miami night. The valet brought around a sleek black SUV, tinted windows and leather seats, with low music still playing through the speakers.

Trey opened the back door for me, his hand guiding me inside like I was something fragile--but the look in his eyes said he wanted to break me.

Lila slid in beside me, Marcus following close. The doors shut, sealing us in, the city lights flashing by outside as we pulled away from the curb.

Trey's hand rested on my thigh. Not high. Not low. Just a warning.

I glanced at Lila, who was leaned against Marcus's chest, smiling as he whispered into her ear.

I swallowed hard. The air inside the SUV was thick with heat, alcohol, and things unspoken.

The SUV pulled up under the soft glow of the hotel's entrance. The valet opened the door, but none of us moved at first. We were caught in the silence between heavy bass and heavy breathing.

Trey opened my door, helping me down like I was something precious. Marcus did the same for Lila. Their hands didn't leave us as we walked through the lobby--low lights, marble floors, and the soft echo of late-night jazz playing overhead.

We reached our room.

One king-size bed.

No one commented.

The door closed behind us with a soft click, and the air changed--charged, slow, intimate.

Trey stepped behind me, his hands at my waist, gently pulling the zipper of my dress down, inch by inch. His lips brushed the back of my neck, then my shoulder as the fabric slid off, exposing my back, my breasts barely covered by lace.

Behind me, I heard Marcus doing the same with Lila--her breath catching, a quiet moan escaping her lips as he peeled her dress off with slow precision.

Trey turned me around, eyes raking over me like I was art. He traced the edge of my bra with a finger, then slid it down, freeing my tits, letting his palms cup their weight. His thumbs grazed my nipples, making me gasp softly.

Lila was beside us now, already in her underwear, her cheeks flushed as Marcus kissed down her neck, his hand sliding over her ass, pulling her closer.

Trey leaned in and whispered, "You're even more beautiful undone."

He kissed me, deep and slow, as his hands moved to my thighs, lifting me gently onto the edge of the bed. I felt his cock hard against my leg through his jeans. I spread my legs slightly, teasing, my pussy already pulsing with anticipation.

Trey's lips were on mine again--deeper now, more demanding. His hands explored my body with a mix of hunger and reverence, like he'd waited all night for this moment. I felt his cock pressed against my thigh, hot and insistent through his jeans, and I couldn't help the way my hips rolled against him in return.

The bed dipped beside me--Lila's body easing back, her skin brushing mine.

And suddenly, I was hyper aware of her.

I felt her breathing, fast and shaky. I could hear the soft sounds Marcus pulled from her throat as he kissed down her belly, unhurried and sure. I glanced sideways--her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her legs slowly spreading as his hands roamed. Her tits were rising with every breath, her nipples hard and flushed.

Something inside me fluttered.

Trey pulled back just enough to strip his shirt off. His chest was smooth, firm, and warm under my palms as I explored him. He hooked his thumbs under my panties and slid them down, grazing my pussy with his knuckles--lightly, almost teasing.

I gasped. The cool air kissed my skin, followed by his mouth.

When he lowered himself between my thighs and ran his tongue along my pussy, I nearly arched off the bed. It was slow. So slow. He circled my clit with perfect control, then dipped lower, tasting me deeply. His hands pinned my hips down as I moaned--open, trembling, wet.

And then I heard her.

Lila.

A soft, breathless whimper. I turned my head just enough to see Marcus kneeling between her legs, his tongue buried in her pussy as she writhed beneath him. Her hand was gripping the sheets. Her chest was heaving. And in that dim hotel light, she looked unreal--like a secret I hadn't meant to see.

But I wanted to.

My body burned hotter.

Trey rose again, kissing up my stomach, his cock now freed, hard and throbbing against my thigh. He looked into my eyes as he pushed into me--slow, thick, stretching me inch by inch.

I gasped, grabbing his shoulders, digging my nails in.

It felt so good--full, raw, deep.

He thrust slow at first, then faster, grinding against me, his breath ragged. And beside us, Lila was moaning louder now, her fingers in Marcus's hair, her pussy clearly dripping by the way he groaned into her.

I was losing myself.

Not just in Trey's rhythm or the way my pussy clenched around his cock--but in the way Lila looked at me when her eyes finally opened. Right in the middle of her pleasure. She looked at me like she wanted to say something... or do something.

Trey was fucking me deeper now, steady and thick, hitting just the right spot with each thrust. My pussy was soaked, clenching around him, my moans lost in the rhythm of our bodies colliding. His hands gripped my waist like he was afraid I'd disappear if he let go.

But my eyes weren't on him anymore.

They were on her.

Lila was lying next to me, her legs spread wide as Marcus fingered her with slow, practiced strokes. Her tits bounced gently with every movement, her breath uneven, lips parted in a soft whimper. And her eyes--those blue eyes--were locked on mine again.

Something passed between us. Not hesitation. Not confusion.

Permission.

Without thinking, I reached for her hand.

She took it.

Our fingers laced as Marcus's mouth returned to her pussy. Her whole body trembled when his tongue found her clit again, and she squeezed my hand hard, her nails digging into my skin. I moaned from the contact--her need fueling mine, sparking something deeper.

I turned my head toward her, our faces only inches apart.

"Jane..." she breathed, voice barely a whisper.

I kissed her.

Softly at first. Just the edges of our lips brushing. But the second we touched, it was like fire caught in both of us. Her mouth opened, and I kissed her deeper, hungrily, our tongues sliding together as the rhythm of our bodies continued--Trey still buried deep inside me, Marcus still working Lila's pussy like he was addicted to the taste of her.

Her free hand came to my tit, cupping one gently, her thumb grazing my nipple.

I gasped into her mouth, my whole body shivering from the double sensation--Trey's thrusts, Lila's touch. I pressed closer, our bodies brushing, breasts against breasts, her skin slick with sweat and heat.

Then I slid my hand down her stomach, between her thighs, where Marcus had just been.

She was soaked.

Her pussy pulsed against my fingers as I slid one in, then another, curling them gently. Her hips rocked into me, her breath catching in my mouth as we kissed, her hand now between my legs too, rubbing my clit in perfect circles as Trey groaned behind me, thrusting harder.

Our bodies were tangled in heat and rhythm, mouths and fingers and wet skin. Lila's hand never left my thigh as her pussy pulsed against my fingers, and when she came--soft gasp, whole body shaking--her forehead pressed to mine. I kissed her gently, tasting her breath, her need, her release.

But then her eyes slid toward Trey.

And so did mine.

He was sitting now at the edge of the bed, his chest rising and falling, his cock fully out--thick, veined, big. It stood upright, wet at the tip, twitching slightly with every pulse of his breath.

I crawled toward him slowly, Lila following me.

Marcus stood nearby, undressing, and when he dropped his briefs, Lila let out a low, surprised sound.

His cock was massive.

Long, thick, dark, and heavy. It hung with a kind of weight that made your throat tighten just looking at it.

She looked at me, wide-eyed. "So... it's not a myth."

I smirked. "Definitely not."

Trey let out a breath as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft--so thick it took both hands. His eyes fluttered closed, and I felt him twitch against my palm as I leaned in, dragging my tongue slowly along the underside. The taste of skin and salt, the scent of him thick in my nose--it turned me on even more.

Lila had dropped to her knees in front of Marcus, stroking his cock with both hands, watching it pulse as she teased the tip with her tongue. He groaned, low and rough, his hand tangling in her hair.

I took Trey deep into my mouth, letting my lips stretch around his size, feeling him push past my tongue and into my throat.

He groaned, fingers gripping my hair. "Fuck, Jane..."

His reaction made me wetter.

I bobbed my head slowly at first, eyes on his, feeling every inch, every pulse. My hand stroked what I couldn't take, slick with spit, his cock too thick to swallow all at once.

Beside me, Lila was fully working Marcus's shaft now--stroking, licking, her mouth messy with saliva as she moaned softly around him. The sight of her on her knees, lips stretched around that massive cock, made my own pussy clench with need.

Lila's head moved in slow, steady rhythm, her lips wrapped tight around Marcus's thick cock. She had both hands working his shaft, slick and glistening with spit, while her tongue swirled around the head on every upward pull. The sounds--her soft moans, his rough breathing, the wet glide of her mouth--made my own thighs press together.

Marcus's voice dropped into a low growl. "Fuck, Lila... I'm gonna..."

She didn't stop. She went deeper.

He let out a groan, head tilted back, abs tightening as his cock jerked between her lips--and then he came. Hard. Thick spurts of cum flooded into her mouth as she stayed there, swallowing him, her eyes closed, face flushed.

She pulled back slowly, licking the last drop from the tip, and looked over at me.

My breath caught.

Her mouth was glossy, her expression soft but lit. She crawled back toward me on the bed, her body brushing mine as she leaned in and kissed me--slow, open-mouthed, letting me taste him on her lips.

It was filthy.

And it turned me on even more.

Trey was still sitting at the edge of the bed, cock hard as ever, throbbing in his hand as he watched us. His eyes were dark now--hungry.

I straddled Lila gently, our bodies flush, my tit brushing hers, our pussys slick and warm against each other.

We kissed again, deeper this time, slower--hands exploring, fingers sliding over skin still buzzing from the night's heat. Her tongue moved like it remembered my taste, and mine answered back.

Trey let out a breath. "You two are gonna kill me."

Trey was watching us--his cock still rock-hard in his hand, eyes heavy with lust. I could feel his hunger from across the bed, the kind that built not just from desire, but from denial--from waiting, from watching too long without touching.

I was still straddling Lila, both of us completely bare, our skin warm and sticky with sweat, cum, and the residue of everything we'd just done. Her fingers gently traced my hips, her breath brushing the underside of my jaw as she whispered, "He wants you so bad..."

I turned my head just enough to kiss her again, slower this time, softer, like we were sealing something. I rolled off her, crawling on all fours toward Trey, letting my body move with intention--hips swaying, back arched just enough to make him growl.

When I reached him, I knelt between his legs, running my hands along his thighs. His cock was thick, slick, pulsing. I stroked him slowly, looking up at him through my lashes.

"You've been patient," I whispered.

He nodded, breath ragged. "Too patient."

I leaned in to kiss the tip, just once, and then climbed into his lap, facing him. My pussy hovered just above his shaft, not yet taking him in--just letting him feel my heat, my wetness, teasing him with the promise of what was coming.

But not yet.

Behind me, I felt Lila's hands on my waist. Then her lips on my shoulder. She was pressing herself against my back, warm and soft, her tits flattening against me as she reached around and cupped mine. Her fingers brushed my nipples as she whispered in my ear, "Let's make him beg."

Trey groaned, his hands gripping my hips tighter.

I rolled my hips slowly, rubbing my pussy along the length of his cock without letting him slide inside. Just gliding. Teasing. Slick against hard. He twitched under me, muscles taut, eyes locked on mine.

"You're driving me crazy," he said.

"That's the idea," I breathed.

And then I leaned back into Lila, our bodies molding together over him, both of us wrapping around Trey like a flame curling around oxygen--ready to burn.

Trey's hands gripped my hips like he was holding on to something sacred--something he'd waited for all night. His cock throbbed beneath me, slick from my teasing, his jaw clenched like he was barely holding back.

I lifted my hips just enough, guided him with one hand... and then slowly, slowly, I sank down onto him.

My pussy stretched around his thickness--wide, full, intense. He filled me inch by inch, and I let out a long, broken moan as he bottomed out. My thighs trembled. My breath hitched.

Trey exhaled through gritted teeth. "Fuck, Jane..."

I stayed still for a moment, adjusting, feeling him inside me--so deep, so hot it was almost overwhelming. Then I began to move, rolling my hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding down onto him.

His head dropped back.

Behind me, Lila wrapped her arms around my waist, kissing up my spine, her hands sliding to my tits. She cupped them, massaged them as I rode Trey, her thumbs brushing my nipples, her breath quickening in my ear.

"You look so fucking good," she whispered. "Watching you take him... it's making me so wet."

I turned my head, catching her mouth with mine. Our kiss was messier now--needier. She moaned into me, her hand sliding between my thighs, her fingers brushing the place where Trey's cock was stretching me wide.

He groaned louder.

I moved faster, bouncing now, skin slapping skin, our moans mixing with the wet sound of my pussy taking him in over and over. Lila dropped to her knees beside us, kissing Trey's chest, licking the sweat from his skin, her hands joining mine on his body as I rode him harder.

He was losing control.

And so was I.

My body was on fire--my clit throbbing, every nerve screaming. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to his as he thrust up into me, deeper, harder, his cock hitting just the right spot with every drive.

"I'm gonna..." I gasped, my voice cracking.

Trey grabbed my ass, slammed into me once--twice--again.

I shattered.

My pussy clenched hard around him, my whole body shaking as I came, loud and raw, stars exploding behind my eyes.

And a second later, Trey followed with a grunt, holding me down as he pulsed inside me, his cum filling me deep, hot, and heavy.

I collapsed against his chest, panting, my heart pounding in my ears.

Lila kissed my shoulder, then my neck, then my cheek, her touch soft now. I turned my head to her, smiling through the afterglow.

I was still trembling, my body melting into Trey's chest, his cock softening slowly inside me, warmth pooling deep where he'd filled me. But even in my haze, I could feel her.

Lila.

She was right beside us, breathing heavily, her skin flushed, her pussy glistening between her parted thighs... and still aching for more.

I turned my head and reached for her, brushing her hair from her cheek.

"Your turn," I whispered, voice low and warm.

Her eyes widened, breath catching.

Trey slipped out of me gently, groaning softly at the sensation. I kissed his jaw and slid off his lap, then turned to Lila, crawling toward her with slow, deliberate movements.

I eased her back onto the bed, her legs already parting for me, her chest rising in quick, eager breaths.

Trey moved beside us, one hand brushing over her stomach, his other on her thigh. She looked between the two of us--nervous for a second, then so ready.

I lowered my head to her pussy, kissing her inner thigh, then licking softly up the seam until I reached her clit. I flicked it once with my tongue and felt her shudder beneath me.

"Trey," I murmured, "hold her open for me."

He did.

His hands spread her thighs wide, and I dove in--tongue flattening, licking her slowly from bottom to top, then circling her clit in smooth, wet strokes. She moaned instantly, hips lifting, hands gripping the sheets.

I slid two fingers inside her--tight, hot, soaking wet. Her pussy clenched around me as I thrust gently, curling just right while my tongue kept working her clit.

"Fuck..." she gasped. "Jane... don't stop..."

Trey leaned down and kissed her--soft, deep, while I kept fucking her with my fingers, licking faster now, her body beginning to twist beneath me.

She was close.

I could feel it.

Her thighs trembled. Her moans got sharper. She grabbed my hair with both hands, pulling me in.

And then she broke.

Her whole body arched, a cry ripping from her throat as her pussy clenched hard around my fingers, her legs shaking violently. She came so hard she nearly curled into herself--hips grinding up into my mouth, riding the wave like she'd been waiting for it all night.

I kissed her inner thigh as her body relaxed, her breath shaky, skin glowing.

She blinked at me, dazed.

"That was..." she whispered.

I smiled. "Yeah. I know."

The room was warm with the scent of sex and sweat and skin--still.

Our bodies were tangled across the bed, a mess of limbs, soft exhales, and glowing skin. The sheets were twisted, damp, clinging to our thighs and hips. My head rested on Trey's chest, rising and falling slowly beneath me. His arm was draped lazily around my waist, his other hand stroking up and down Lila's spine.

She lay between us, her cheek against my shoulder, one of her legs still wrapped around Marcus, who had pulled her close from the other side.

It was quiet, but not empty.

The kind of silence that's full of everything.

Lila reached for my hand, fingers still trembling, and laced hers with mine without looking. I squeezed gently. Her body felt different now--looser, softer, open.

Marcus traced small circles on the back of her thigh, his touch unhurried. Trey was still half-hard beneath me, but relaxed, his breathing steady, content.

No one spoke.

No one needed to.

My skin buzzed, not from arousal now, but from connection. My heart was still racing, but slower--deeper.

Trey kissed the top of my head. "That was..."

"A lot," I finished for him, smiling.

Marcus chuckled softly, his voice low and smooth. "I'll say."

Lila let out a soft, tired laugh. "I don't think I can feel my legs."

"Success," I whispered.

We all laughed--quiet, close, intimate.

And then the room settled again into that dreamy hum, warm and safe and sated. No shame. No awkwardness.

Just breath, skin, and shared heat.

I closed my eyes, Lila's body still pressed to mine, Trey's fingers brushing softly through my hair.

After a while The door clicked shut behind Trey and Marcus, and for a second, the room went still. Just soft sheets, dim light, and the aftertaste of sex hanging in the air like smoke.

I turned to Lila, both of us sprawled naked on the bed, hair wild, skin flushed, bodies wrecked in the best way.

She let out a deep breath and then... started laughing.

I blinked. "What?"

She covered her face with both hands. "That was insane."

I laughed too, loud and breathless. "So insane. My thighs are shaking. I think my voice is broken."

She peeked at me, still giggling. "You were riding him like a damn porn star."

"Oh, please," I said, tossing a pillow at her. "I saw you deepthroating Marcus like you were in an instructional video."

We both lost it again, clutching our sides, tangled in twisted sheets and messy hair.

When we finally caught our breath, she sighed. "Okay, but seriously... that might've been the hottest night of my life."

I nodded, flopping back down. "No kidding. Like, I've had good sex, but that? That was another level."

"No emotions," she said, lifting a finger.

"Nope," I agreed. "Just pure, unfiltered, filthy fun."

We looked at each other and laughed again, the kind of laugh that comes when you've both crossed a line and know damn well you'll talk about it forever--but never regret it.

"Shower?" I asked.

"Please," she groaned. "I think I still have someone's cum on my thigh."

"Gross," I said.

"Hot," she corrected.

We dragged ourselves into the bathroom, side by side, still laughing, still naked, our bodies sore and our minds deliciously blank.

The sun was bleeding through the half-closed curtains, casting lazy stripes across the messy sheets and scattered clothes. I stretched, groaning softly as my muscles reminded me of everything we'd done the night before.

"Ugh," Lila mumbled beside me. "Are we still alive?"

"Barely," I laughed. "I feel like I ran a marathon with no training... and heels."

She rolled over, hair in every direction, and gave me a sleepy grin. "Worth it."

I sat up, brushing the hair out of my face. "Brunch?"

"God, yes."

We dragged ourselves out of bed and into the bathroom, taking turns in the shower--quick rinse, no eye contact with the bruises or bite marks unless it was to laugh about them. I stepped out wrapped in a towel while Lila was brushing her teeth, her hair wet, her ass still red from being gripped so hard.

"You look like you survived a sex scene in a movie," I smirked.

"I was the movie," she said with a wink.

We got dressed slowly, sipping iced coffee from the minibar, trading shirts and trying on outfits like we were headed to a casting call. I ended up in a cropped white tank with no bra and soft beige linen shorts. Lila wore a silky red mini dress that clung to her curves and made her legs look like a vacation ad.

Both of us threw on sunglasses and a bit of gloss--casual hot.

The kind that turns heads but doesn't beg for it.

We stepped into the Miami sun, warm breeze tugging at our hair as we walked down Collins Ave, hips swaying, sunglasses on, like nothing in the world could touch us.

"I can't tell if people are staring because we're hot or because we look like we haven't slept," Lila said, adjusting her dress.

"Both," I replied. "We look like two girls who absolutely did something dirty last night and don't regret a damn thing."

She grinned. "Because we did."

We slid into a beachside brunch spot with open walls and reggae playing low over the speakers. Mimosas arrived before we even asked.

We toasted.

"To sin," I said.

The brunch hit just right--mimosas, eggs, laughter, and that sunlit, tipsy glow that made the whole world feel softer. By the time we walked back into the hotel, we were full, relaxed, and already stripping off our sandals in the elevator.

"Beach?" I asked, slumping against the mirror.

Lila nodded. "Let's make the ocean jealous."

Back in the room, we dropped our clothes with zero shame and pulled open our suitcases. The bikinis we'd packed weren't subtle.

I slipped into a white string bikini--tiny triangles that barely covered my tits, tied loose at the sides, the fabric hugging my skin like a second layer of heat. My hips looked smooth and high, my waist soft from the angle, and the top made my nipples press lightly through the thin fabric.

Lila chose a bold, deep orange set--high-cut bottoms that revealed the curve of her ass perfectly, and a small bandeau top that squeezed her tits up just enough to make every movement bounce a little. Her tan glowed against it, and her blue eyes popped like neon.

We checked ourselves in the mirror.

No words.

Just one raised brow, one smirk, and a simultaneous nod.

We grabbed pareos--mine a sheer mesh in champagne, hers a silky wrap in black that tied high on her hip and split open as she walked.

Sunglasses. Gloss. Flip-flops.

We stepped into the elevator and rode down to the pool deck, the warm scent of coconut oil and ocean salt greeting us as the doors opened. Heads turned as we passed--slow, appreciative glances, subtle double takes.

Neither of us reacted.

We were untouchable.

The beach was wide and white and hot beneath our feet. We laid our towels out close to the water, pulled off the wraps, and let the sun kiss every inch of our skin.

I looked over at her.

Her legs stretched long in the sand, one hand behind her head, her tits rising and falling with each breath. Drops of sweat already formed between them.

She looked over at me.

I smiled. "Still no regrets?"

She grinned. "None."

We laid back, letting the sun do its work, letting the day carry us, bodies still tingling from the night, minds clean, light, and hungry for whatever came next.

inch of our skin with a slow, golden touch.

Lila lay on her towel, face down, arms folded under her cheek, her back glistening with oil. Her bikini bottoms clung to her curves--high on the hips, snug across her ass, revealing just enough to make anyone walking by wonder. The fabric dipped between the swell of her cheeks, and the way her legs were parted slightly made it impossible not to look.

She looked like temptation at rest.

I sat beside her, propped up on one elbow, reading a paperback that was barely holding my attention. Every time I turned a page, I stole glances at her--the way her body moved subtly with each breath, the soft line of her back, the slight curve of her waist.

"Jane," she mumbled without looking. "You're staring."

I smirked. "You're basically mooning the entire beach."

"Good," she said, stretching her legs. "Let them stare."

A shadow moved over us.

I looked up.

Tall. Tanned. Late twenties, maybe. Strong shoulders, tousled dark hair, a silver chain resting on his bare chest. Board shorts slung low on his hips and an easy, confident grin on his face.

"Hey," he said, his voice smooth but friendly. "Sorry to interrupt. Just wanted to say... you two kind of shut the whole beach down when you walked by earlier."

I tilted my head. "Flattery before a name. Bold move."

He chuckled. "I'm Daniel. My friends and I are staying in the tower, top floor. We're throwing a chill party tonight in the suite--music, drinks, hot tub, nothing crazy. Thought maybe you'd want to come."

Lila propped herself up on her elbows now, chin resting on her hands, sunglasses still on. "And what made you think we would want to party with you?"

He smiled wider, hands on his hips. "Call it a hunch. Good energy. You look like you know how to have fun."

I glanced at Lila. She gave the subtlest shrug.

"We'll think about it," I said.

Daniel nodded, reading the mood just right. "Fair. If you do, suite 1007. Starts after ten. No pressure."

He gave us a small salute, turned, and walked off--shoulders confident, pace easy, leaving the faint scent of sunscreen and cologne in his wake.

Lila let her head fall back onto the towel.

"Top floor hot tub party," she muttered. "That's either heaven or the start of a documentary."

I laughed. "We'll decide after the next round of margaritas."

A few minutes later, we were back in silence--Lila stretched out again, me pretending to read but mostly watching the waves roll in. I could still feel Daniel's presence lingering in the air. Confident but respectful. A rare balance.

Then, just as I was about to close my book, I heard footsteps in the sand again.

I looked up.

Daniel was back--shirtless, barefoot, and holding two plastic cups with lime wedges on the rim.

"Margaritas," he said simply. "Didn't want to leave you ladies thirsty."

Lila pushed herself up, eyebrows raised behind her sunglasses. "You really just went to get us drinks?"

He nodded. "I told you--chill vibes only. Thought it might help you decide."

He handed one to each of us, fingers brushing mine briefly. Cool condensation against hot skin.

I smirked. "This might be the most polite form of bribery I've ever seen."

He grinned. "I'll take that. So... should we be expecting you tonight?"

Lila took a sip, licked the salt from the rim. "You might."

He gave us a playful, exaggerated bow. "I'll be holding space in the hot tub."

Then he turned and walked away again--back toward the hotel, shoulders golden in the sun.

We watched him go in silence for a second.

Then Lila spoke. "Okay. He's cute."

"So cute," I agreed.

"And the way he brought the margaritas without being pushy?"

"I know."

We both took long sips, then clinked our cups together.

"To good timing," I said.

"To good backs," she added, grinning.

We stayed on the beach a while longer, letting the sun finish toasting our skin, the salt settle into our hair, and the drinks mellow us into that perfect mid-afternoon haze.

But eventually the light shifted--shadows stretched, the breeze cooled just slightly--and we looked at each other at the same time.

"Should we go up?" she asked.

I nodded. "Time to turn up the heat."

We stood, slipping our pareos back on, sand dusting off our calves as we walked toward the hotel

Back in the room, the cool air hit our skin as we dropped our pareos. Still in our bikinis, we sprawled on the bed, scrolling through the room service menu with salty hair and sun-glazed skin.

"I'm starving," Lila said, her fingers grazing her stomach.

"Same. Let's order something trashy."

Burgers, fries, and another round of margaritas arrived in record time. We ate in towels, laughing between bites, licking ketchup from our fingers like we hadn't just had one of the dirtiest nights of our lives.

After we ate, Lila flopped face down on the bed, her phone glowing in her hand as she scrolled through messages, laughing softly to herself.

"I'm gonna shower," I said, grabbing a towel.

"Take your time," she mumbled, barely looking up.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and exhaled, grateful for the quiet. Steam was already curling from the shower, fogging the mirror, wrapping around my skin like a soft invitation. I let the towel fall and stepped under the stream, heat rolling down my back.

The second the water hit me, I felt it.

That slow, crawling ache between my legs. A pulse that had nothing to do with love or longing--just want. Raw. Physical.

I closed my eyes and let the water pound against my shoulders, hands bracing the wall. My skin was still sensitive from the night before, but the heat--the steam, the memory, the rhythm of the droplets--started to undo me all over again.

I dragged one hand over my breast, fingers teasing my nipple, while the other slid down my stomach, between my legs.

My pussy was already throbbing.

I rubbed slow circles over my clit, the touch light but electric. My breath caught in my throat. I spread my legs a little wider, pressing deeper. The friction--wet, warm, perfect--made my hips roll against my own hand.

No names. No faces. Just pressure. Rhythm. My body begging for release.

I slipped two fingers inside myself, tight and slick, curling them upward while my other hand kept working my clit. The water muffled my moans as I fucked myself slowly, letting the pleasure rise sharp and fast.

I pressed my forehead to the tile, breath ragged. My fingers pumped deeper, faster, and I felt it coming--tightening, climbing, demanding.

I came hard, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around my fingers in pulsing waves. My mouth dropped open, but the sound was swallowed by the water.

I stayed there, shaking, the shower rinsing the heat off my skin while my mind spun with aftershocks.

When I stepped out, my cheeks were still flushed, my legs wobbly.

I wrapped myself in a towel, breathed deep, and opened the door.

Lila was still on the bed, laying out clothes now.

I toweled off slowly, letting my skin cool as I moved toward the closet where we'd tossed half our clothes during the trip. Lila was already digging through her side of the suitcase, holding up options like we were about to walk a red carpet, not go upstairs to a hotel suite.

"What do you think?" she asked, holding up a slinky black dress with thin straps and a deep plunge.

I tilted my head. "You're not going to survive five minutes in that without someone offering you a drink--or their last name."

She smirked. "Perfect."

She slipped it on, and I watched it hug her curves like it was made for her. The hem sat just below her ass, the back dipping so low it nearly reached her waist. Her tits looked amazing, firm and lifted, her nipples pressing subtly through the soft fabric with no bra underneath.

I raised an eyebrow. "You're gonna break hearts tonight."

She winked. "Only if they're lucky."

I turned back to my side and grabbed my own pick--a deep red mini dress, strapless, tight at the waist, with a slit high up my thigh and just enough side cleavage to make anyone stare twice. No bra. No panties. Just skin, confidence, and the thrill of being dangerously close to exposed.

I looked in the mirror.

My tits looked firm and full, the dress holding them perfectly in place. My ass peeked out just enough when I moved, and the slit let every step show a little more leg than was polite.

Lila came up behind me, adjusting one of my straps. "You're giving full I might ruin your life energy."

"Good," I smiled. "I intend to."

We added gloss, curled our hair loose and wild, and spritzed a little perfume behind our ears. Heels on, skin glowing, pulses already rising.

I checked the clock. Almost 10:30.

"You ready?" I asked, grabbing my phone.

Lila nodded, sliding a hand down her thigh to adjust the hem of her dress. "Let's make them wish they invited fewer people."

We stepped out into the hallway, heels clicking on the tile, and exchanged a look as we waited for the elevator.

The elevator opened with a soft chime, and we stepped into the top-floor hallway. Suite 1007 was at the very end, door already propped open slightly, music spilling out--low, rhythmic beats and the sound of people talking, laughing, splashing.

We exchanged a quick glance.

"Did he say anything about a hot tub?" I asked.

Lila shook her head. "Nope. I heard drinks and music, not bring a bikini."

I pushed the door open.

It was stunning.

Floor-to-ceiling windows opened to a private rooftop terrace, lights strung over the pool that shimmered under the night sky. The suite itself was modern and luxurious--dark wood floors, leather sectionals, low amber lighting, the scent of fresh cologne and something citrusy hanging in the air.

Music thumped from a hidden speaker system, just loud enough to feel it in your chest but not drown conversation.

And yes--there was a hot tub. Actually, a whole plunge pool stretching along the terrace edge, steam curling up into the warm Miami air. Inside it were already a few bodies, half-submerged, red plastic cups in hand.

I spotted Daniel near the sliding doors, shirtless now, in dark swim trunks and a gold chain. His smile widened the second he saw us.

"There you are," he said, walking over. "Damn--you clean up dangerously well."

We smiled.

"You didn't mention the pool part," Lila said, raising an eyebrow.

He gave us a sheepish shrug. "Didn't want to scare you off. But hey, you're welcome to change later."

"Maybe," I said. "If we're feeling brave."

Inside the suite were about ten people total. Five guys, including Daniel--tall, easygoing, all in various degrees of wet and shirtless--and five girls who were clearly a group like us: tan, glowy, all legs and swimwear, lounging on the edge of the pool or perched on stools with cocktails in hand.

Daniel gestured around casually. "That's Sam, Max, Chris, and Jordan--don't let them pour your drinks too heavy. And the girls came in from L. A.--they're all friends, total sweethearts."

Each of them gave us a wave or a nod. One of the girls raised her cup. "Love your dresses!"

Lila leaned toward me and whispered, "Okay, this is way more legit than I expected."

I laughed. "Right? I thought we were walking into a weird bachelor party situation."

We walked in farther, heels clicking on tile, the fabric of our dresses catching the warm breeze from the terrace. Heads turned--just enough to feel the effect.

"You want a drink?" Daniel asked.

"Only if it's cold," I said, already feeling the heat creep under my skin.

He grinned. "You got it."

As he walked off, Lila turned to me with a smirk. "So... we didn't bring swimsuits. But are we not going in at some point?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Let's feel it out. Worst case... underwear."

She grinned. "Best case... no underwear."

We both laughed, stepping toward the open glass doors, the scent of chlorine and sea breeze wrapping around us.

The drinks kept coming--cold, strong, too easy to sip. Fruity cocktails with a burn at the end, plastic cups refilled without asking. The music had changed--slower now, deeper bass, the kind of beat that rolled through your chest like a slow tide.

Lila and I were sitting on the edge of the lounge couch by the terrace, heels off, legs curled up, laughing about something Daniel had just said about Miami guys and astrology.

"I'm just saying," he grinned, "if a man asks your sign before your name, run."

I tilted my head, swirling the last of my drink. "But what if he's a Scorpio and hot?"

Lila leaned into me, tipsy and glowing. "Then you stay, but don't fall asleep first."

The group laughed. Max handed us another round.

We weren't counting anymore.

Some of the other girls had gotten quiet, more focused on their phones, snapping a few last selfies by the pool. Then one of them--blonde, with pink-tinted sunglasses even at night--stood up and stretched.

"We're heading back," she announced to no one in particular.

A few of the guys offered half-hearted protests, but no one moved to stop them. Just some hugs, a few cheek kisses, a "text me later," and within minutes the five of them were gone--heels clicking down the hallway, doors closing behind them.

And just like that, it was just us.

Five guys. Two girls.

The air changed.

Still friendly. Still chill. But... quieter. Closer. A little thicker.

I looked at Lila. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes shiny, her smile a little too lazy to be sober. She took another sip and leaned her head on my shoulder.

"I'm drunk," she whispered.

I smirked. "You're perfect."

Daniel reappeared in front of us, now shirtless, his chest glistening slightly from the heat and pool mist. "Alright. Now it's just the real ones left."

Lila giggled. "So what happens now?"

He looked at us, the edges of his grin twitching. "Whatever you want."

Behind him, Max and Chris were already back in the water, passing a bottle between them. The other two were sitting along the ledge, half in, half out, looking relaxed... but watching us.

The bottle kept making rounds.

Max brought out a half-finished bottle of mezcal from someone's luggage, and before long, Daniel was pouring shots directly into people's mouths. Lila and I cheered like idiots, barely able to hold still as the smoky liquid hit our tongues and burned down into our bellies.

"I'm warm," I muttered, fanning my chest.

"You're flushed," Lila said, tapping my cheek with her fingers.

Daniel sat beside me on the couch, his thigh brushing mine. "You good?"

"Tipsy," I smiled. "Not dead."

His hand slid lightly across my lower back as he laughed. "Yet."

Chris came up behind Lila, offering her another drink, but instead of handing it to her, he held it just out of reach.

"Say please," he teased.

She narrowed her eyes, smirking. "Really?"

He shrugged. "House rules."

She leaned back lazily, letting her hand graze his thigh as she reached for the cup. "Please."

He handed it over without a word, but his eyes stayed on her longer than necessary. She caught the look. Didn't flinch.

The music was vibey now--low, rhythmic, sexier. Something bass-heavy with too much breathing in the background. Someone had dimmed the lights. The pool outside glowed blue against the darkness.

"You haven't gotten in," Daniel said to me, his hand still on my back, fingers grazing the hem of my dress.

"I didn't bring a swimsuit," I murmured.

His eyes slid down, slow. "Neither did I."

I felt the heat crawl up my thighs. My skin was tingling, and it wasn't just the alcohol.

Across from me, Lila was laughing at something Jordan had whispered in her ear. He was behind her now, his hand low on her waist, not pulling her in, but not hiding his touch either.

The space between everyone was shrinking.

Knees brushing. Fingers lingering. Arms draped over shoulders. A warm haze settling over all of us, slow and electric.

Daniel leaned in, voice low. "If I asked you to get in the water right now... what would you say?"

I looked at him, smiled lazily, then turned to Lila.

She was watching me.

Grinning.

"Depends," I said. "Are you jumping in with your boxers or without?"

He laughed, deep and rough. "You first."

More hands. More heat. Laughter turning into touches. The edges of the night beginning to blur.

The pool glowed beneath the stars, steam rising like breath from parted lips.

Daniel was watching me.

Not pushing. Just waiting.

And I was ready to stop pretending I wasn't burning.

I stood up slowly, letting the hem of my dress fall back into place over my thighs as I rose. I could feel the shift in the room instantly--the stillness, the way every male gaze suddenly sharpened like a camera lens snapping into focus.

My fingers found the edge of the fabric.

And I pulled it up.

Slow.

The tight stretch of red slid over my hips, grazing my skin, revealing inch by inch. My tits bounced free first--nipples tight in the cool air, catching the low light like temptation made flesh. The fabric peeled over my waist, down my thighs, until I stepped out of it, bare and glowing.

No bra.

No panties.

Just my skin, flushed from alcohol and anticipation.

I didn't cover myself.

I let them look.

Behind me, I heard Lila laugh under her breath, then move. She stood next to me, swaying slightly from the drinks, her eyes already on the water--but her hands were at the thin straps of her black dress.

She tugged it down.

First her shoulders, then the swell of her tits, then her hips--smooth, practiced, almost careless. She was completely naked beneath, and when she stepped out of the fabric and stood tall beside me, I felt my own pussy clench tight with heat.

Her body was art: toned, sun-kissed, her ass perfectly shaped, her tits bouncing gently with every move.

The silence from the guys said everything.

We walked toward the water slowly, deliberately, hips swaying. I could feel their eyes on my thighs, on the curve of my back, on the space between my legs.

I dipped a toe into the pool--warm.

Lila went in first, gliding down the steps.

I followed, slipping into the water until it reached just above my hips, the heat wrapping around me like steam off a lover's breath. My breasts floated slightly, nipples hard, the sensation delicious.

Daniel was already walking toward me, sliding into the water like he'd been waiting for that exact moment.

He reached me slowly, voice low. "That was..."

I tilted my head, smiling. "Yeah. I know."

Behind me, I heard someone murmur, "Jesus," under their breath.

The bass kicked up just a little louder, pulsing through the windows and into the open night air. Someone had picked the perfect playlist--slow, moody, seductive. The kind of music that made everything feel like it was happening in soft focus.

I floated toward the edge of the pool, arms resting on the ledge, nipples barely hidden under the surface, skin warm from the heat.

Lila was already laughing with Chris and Jordan, her arms draped over the pool's edge, her wet hair slicked back, that little half-smile she wore when she was buzzed and dangerous spreading across her face.

I caught Daniel's eye across the water.

He was slipping in now, water sliding up his abs as he sank beside me.

"Feeling better?" he asked, voice close to my ear.

I nodded. "Hot, drunk, naked... yeah. Not bad."

He smirked, holding up his drink. "To choices."

I clinked my cup against his, our fingers brushing. His leg drifted toward mine under the surface--close, not quite touching.

Max and Sam joined a moment later, their bodies cutting through the water in quiet strokes, drinks in hand. Everyone had settled into a lazy circle, drinks resting on the side of the pool, conversation bubbling between flirty jokes and relaxed laughter.

"Is this a regular Friday night for you guys?" Lila asked, taking another sip.

"Only when we get lucky," Chris said, eyes sliding over her with a grin.

She rolled her eyes but didn't move away.

Daniel leaned his elbows on the ledge next to me, his arm just behind mine. "You didn't bring a suit," he said, eyes flicking down to the water's surface where my tits barely floated beneath.

"Didn't need one," I said, lifting my glass to my lips.

His smile was slow. "Right."

The alcohol was catching up--warming me from the inside, softening the air. I could feel the ripple of bodies around me, how close everyone was, the way conversation slowed slightly every time someone moved just a little too near.

Max passed a bottle toward Lila.

"You taking shots from the bottle now?" she teased.

"It's tradition," he grinned.

She didn't hesitate. She tipped it back and laughed as the burn hit.

The bottle came to me next.

I took a swig without breaking eye contact with Daniel.

It went down hot. Sharp.

I didn't flinch.

The tension wasn't just in the silence--it was in the restraint. The way no one had touched us too much yet. Just fingers grazing legs. A hand brushing a hip. A thigh drifting close under the water and staying there a second longer than needed.

The water was starting to cool--or maybe I was just getting too aware of how long we'd been floating in this heat, hearts racing in silence.

I met Lila's eyes across the pool.

She gave me a look.

That ready to switch gears look.

I nodded.

"I think I'm gonna get out," I said, stretching lazily and letting my breasts rise just enough above the surface to make Daniel's jaw twitch.

"I got you," he said, already stepping out before me.

He grabbed two fresh white towels from the pile by the chairs and held one open.

I rose slowly, water streaming down my body, hair slicked back, skin glowing under the terrace lights. The night air kissed my wet skin, and I didn't rush to cover myself.

Daniel wrapped the towel around me, pulling it snug around my chest.

I smiled. "Thanks."

Lila was already stepping out behind me, taking a towel from Chris and wrapping it around her like a strapless dress, legs still dripping, cheeks flushed.

We padded barefoot back inside, water trailing behind us.

Nobody reached for clothes.

We didn't need to.

We settled back into the lounge area, still warm from earlier. Daniel refilled drinks at the minibar while Max passed around a tray of snacks someone had remembered to order earlier--fries, sliders, fruit skewers that no one was sober enough to eat politely.

I sat on the armrest of the leather couch, towel tight around my body, thighs still damp, the fabric riding high as I crossed my legs. My skin stuck to the leather slightly as I shifted, and I caught Daniel watching the way my towel slid just a little too high.

I didn't fix it.

Lila sat next to Jordan, her towel slipping low on her chest, nearly exposing one tit. She didn't seem to care. Her smile was lazy now, hair clinging to her neck, her cup resting loosely in her hand.

The conversation picked back up--half flirt, half nonsense. Everyone a little too buzzed to censor themselves.

The room buzzed with low conversation and lazy laughter, but the real language was unspoken--hands resting just a little too long, eyes dipping below the towels, legs brushing under the table.

I leaned back against the couch, my towel riding up as I shifted, and felt Daniel's hand graze my knee. He didn't move it.

Chris was sitting close to Lila now, whispering something into her ear that made her smirk and roll her eyes... but she didn't pull away. Max reached for a fruit skewer, brushing it across her lips before she took it in, slow and exaggerated, laughing as he raised his brows.

The heat in the room wasn't just physical.

It was charged.

"You know," Jordan said, glancing between us, "I think you two are the reason the other girls left."

"Oh?" I said, feigning innocence.

"They couldn't compete," he said, grinning.

Lila laughed, sipping slowly. "Or maybe we just scare people."

Daniel leaned in close to me, his breath warm on my neck. "You don't scare me."

My heart kicked.

The room seemed to exhale all at once--like everyone had been waiting for that moment, that cue.

Daniel's fingers slid up my thigh, slow, steady, under the edge of the towel. I didn't stop him. I parted my legs just enough for him to take it as a yes.

His hand found my pussy--already wet, already throbbing. He rubbed slow circles, his eyes locked on mine as I bit my lip, hips pressing into his touch.

Across the room, Max had untied Lila's towel and let it fall to the couch. Her tits bounced free, nipples hard, her body gleaming in the low light. Chris kissed down her neck as she tilted her head back, her legs spread as Jordan knelt between them, tongue already deep in her pussy.

The sight made my breath catch.

Daniel pulled my towel open.

I let it fall.

His hand cupped one of my tits, thumb brushing my nipple while his other hand rubbed my clit, faster now, slipping two fingers inside. I moaned--low, deep, breathy--and felt four other sets of eyes turn toward me.

Trey, Max, Chris, Jordan.

All watching.

Lila opened her eyes just enough to meet mine as a groan slipped from her throat.

Daniel's fingers pumped inside me, curling perfectly against my walls, making my pussy clench around him with every slick stroke. My breath came in shaky waves, hips rocking to meet his rhythm, while his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard, sending shocks of pleasure straight through my spine.

Then he pulled away--slow, wet fingers trailing down my thigh as he looked me in the eye.

"Get on the couch," he said, voice thick.

I stood, towel falling completely now, body bare and throbbing. I climbed onto the leather seat, spreading my knees as Daniel knelt between them. He dove back in, tongue replacing fingers, licking deep into my pussy while his hands gripped my thighs tight, opening me up like he owned me.

To my right, Lila was flat on her back on the rug, her legs draped over Max's shoulders as he fucked her slow and deep, her hands digging into his arms. Chris was at her mouth, letting her suck his cock, long and thick, as he moaned and guided her head with both hands.

Jordan and Sam were now beside me--one stroking his cock as he watched Daniel eat me, the other sitting behind me on the couch, sliding his hands over my tits from behind, massaging them roughly, pinching my nipples as I writhed under Daniel's tongue.

"Oh fuck..." I gasped, hips jerking up.

Daniel groaned into me, sending vibrations through my clit that made my legs shake. I was close, so close--until he stopped.

He stood, his cock rock-hard, glistening at the tip.

"You want it?" he asked.

I nodded, breathless.

He lined up, pushed in slowly--and my pussy stretched wide around him, the fullness making my eyes roll back. I moaned loud as he sank deeper, grabbing my hips, pounding into me fast and hard, my ass slapping against his thighs with every thrust.

Behind me, Sam climbed onto the couch, bringing his cock to my mouth. I opened for him, sucking him deep, tasting pre-cum as his fingers slid into my hair and guided my pace.

I was being filled in both ends--used, worshipped.

On the floor, Lila was bent over now, taking Chris from behind, her pussy dripping, her face wrapped around Jordan's cock as she moaned around his thickness. Max stood to the side, stroking himself while watching her body bounce under the pressure.

The sounds in the room were primal--slapping skin, wet mouths, deep grunts, gasping moans. The air smelled like sweat and sex and heat.

Daniel pulled out, breath ragged. "Get on all fours."

I obeyed without a word, knees sinking into the cushion, ass high, pussy glistening.

Sam replaced him, gripping my hips and sliding in--longer, harder. I cried out as he filled me, fucking me deep while Daniel moved in front of me now, pushing his cock into my mouth, slower, letting me taste what he had just been doing to me.

My body trembled, clit screaming, every nerve lit.

I was passed from hand to hand--each grip, each thrust, each filthy groan driving me closer.

I barely had time to catch a breath--my chest rising and falling, sweat cooling on my belly--when strong hands grabbed my hips and flipped me over like I weighed nothing.

Jordan.

He pulled me up onto all fours, gripping me by the waist, and without warning--slammed into me from behind.

I cried out, loud, raw, face pressing to the floor.

His cock was thick, driving in so deep I felt like I might break open. His grip tightened on my hips as he fucked me hard, each thrust pounding through my whole body. My breasts swung under me, my arms buckling as my voice turned to a helpless stream of moans.

Then Sam was in front of me again, his cock already hard, dripping.

"Open your mouth."

I obeyed without thinking--lips wide, tongue out--and he slid in deep, groaning as he hit the back of my throat.

I was being filled at both ends, again--used--with no room to move, no breath to speak. My body was theirs.

Chris came up beside us, fingers threading into my hair as Sam fucked my mouth slowly, steadily, letting me choke just a little, then pulling back enough to let me breathe. I could feel the spit running down my chin, mixing with sweat, the carpet brushing my knees as Jordan's hips slapped into my ass.

"You're fucking perfect like this," someone growled. I didn't know who. I didn't care.

They started passing me between them--Jordan pulling out and Max replacing him, spreading my cheeks and driving in deeper than I thought possible, holding my waist like a toy while Sam moved aside and let Daniel take his place at my mouth.

Daniel didn't start slow.

He shoved in hard, thick and fast, one hand tangled in my hair as I gagged around his length, eyes watering, throat stretched. He groaned low as I sucked him, my moans muffled by the sheer weight of him.

Behind me, Max grunted with every thrust, hitting deep, rough, making my pussy clap wet and loud with each slap.

Then he pulled out--and Chris replaced him, grabbing my ass with both hands, spanking me hard once before pushing in with a grunt, whispering, "So fucking tight."

Each cock felt different--each rhythm more intense. My pussy was soaked, stretched, aching, clenching around every new man who drove himself into me like I belonged to all of them.

Lila was next to me now, on her knees, one hand gripping mine, her eyes on mine.

"You good?" she asked, voice low.

I couldn't even speak.

Just nodded.

Barely.

She kissed me on the shoulder.

"You're a fucking goddess."

Then I felt someone push down on my back--Chris, holding me lower as he slammed into me harder, groaning through his teeth.

My body had gone soft--pliable--broken open. Every part of me ached, glowed, begged for more.

I'd lost count of how many times I'd been filled, stretched, held down and pounded from behind, my pussy dripping wet, my throat used until my jaw went numb. I was on my knees now, barely able to hold myself upright, chest heaving, lips swollen, skin streaked with spit, sweat, and raw heat.

The air was heavy.

The only sounds were moans, slapping skin, and the growing tension in the room--like everyone was holding something back.

Then I heard it.

A groan.

Daniel.

He was stroking his cock now, standing in front of me, his eyes burning into mine. The others were close behind--surrounding me and Lila, who was on her knees beside me, her hair damp, breasts heaving, her face as flushed and wrecked as mine.

We were side by side.

On our knees.

Waiting.

Wanting.

Daniel stepped closer, towering over me, and grabbed my jaw. "Open that pretty mouth."

I obeyed instantly--tongue out, lips parted.

He jerked harder, breathing ragged--and then groaned as his cock twitched, pulsing thick ropes of cum across my tongue, my lips, my cheeks. Hot, wet, filthy.

He didn't stop until I was dripping in it.

Then Max moved in--his breath broken, his hand tight around his shaft as he came with a grunt, spurting across my face, some of it hitting my chin, some of it splashing onto my breast.

I gasped at the heat, at the scent, at the way it made me feel like theirs.

Chris was next--he aimed for Lila, who moaned softly as his thick load hit her cheek, then her mouth, then her collarbone.

Lila didn't flinch.

She looked so fucking sexy--naked, powerful, her face streaked with cum, eyes half-lidded, tongue darting out to taste what had landed on her lips.

Sam and Jordan came at almost the same time.

One stood behind me, jerking hard before spraying my shoulder and the side of my neck, moaning my name. The other stepped between us both and groaned as his load hit Lila's chest, sliding down her tits in slow, sticky streams.

We stayed there--knees on the floor, covered in it, painted in their release.

My skin was tingling, my heart racing, my body soaked and shaking and utterly owned.

The room had gone still.

Breathing heavy. Bodies slick. Five men standing around us, their chests rising and falling, cocks slowly softening in their hands, eyes still locked on the two of us.

On me.

On Lila.

We were both on our knees, painted in cum--our faces streaked, our chests glossy, our skin glistening in the low light like we'd been bathed in sin.

And we didn't move right away.

We just let them look.

Then I turned to Lila--cheeks flushed, lips parted, cum sliding down the curve of her breast.

"Come here," I whispered, brushing her damp hair behind her ear.

She leaned in.

I licked a slow line up the side of her neck, catching a sticky trail and swallowing it, my tongue dragging up to her jaw. She exhaled sharply, her hands finding my waist, pulling me closer.

I kissed the corner of her mouth, tasting Daniel on her lips.

She smiled, then turned her head, dragging her tongue along my cheek--licking one thick line off my skin, moaning softly at the taste. I let out a shaky breath, my hands sliding over her slick tits, squeezing them as she leaned down and sucked the drop of cum off my nipple.

The guys groaned.

We were on display again.

But this time, it was for us.

Lila kissed down my stomach, catching the mess along my belly button, licking it away like honey. I cupped her face, guiding her back up, and we kissed again--wet, open-mouthed, messy, like we were sharing everything they'd left on us.

She pulled me close, her voice low. "Still dirty."

I nodded. "Then don't stop."

Her hands slid over my back as I knelt between her legs, licking across her collarbone, catching a drop that had pooled at the curve of her tit. I sucked gently, letting my lips stay too long, and heard another low grunt behind me.

The moans faded, the breathing slowed. The guys moved--some collapsing onto the couch, others leaning against the wall, their bodies spent, their eyes still heavy with everything they'd just seen.

But I didn't look at them anymore.

I was focused on her.

Lila.

She lay back on the rug, chest rising and falling slowly, her skin still streaked with fading trails, her hair wild and sticking to her damp neck. Her eyes found mine--soft, half-lidded, glowing.

I crawled toward her and laid down at her side.

We didn't speak.

I reached for her hand, and she took it instantly, fingers curling between mine like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her body pressed against mine, warm and naked and familiar. I tucked my face into her shoulder, lips brushing her skin, tasting salt and heat and a trace of everything that had passed between us.

She exhaled.

I felt it in my chest.

One of the guys handed us a throw blanket from the couch, wordlessly, and we pulled it over our bodies, still curled on the floor, surrounded by pillows and sweat and silence.

Lila turned toward me, eyes soft.

"That was..."

I smiled against her skin. "Yeah."

No need for more.

No regret. No guilt.

Just the calm that comes when your body's been completely taken, and your mind finally goes quiet.

I felt her arm wrap around me, her breath even and steady against my collarbone.

Eventually, someone passed us water, and someone else tossed us our dresses from the floor.

We pulled ourselves up--sore, glowing, slightly sticky--and slipped back into clothes we didn't even bother fixing properly. Lila's dress clung to her damp skin, inside out. Mine barely zipped, clinging to one shoulder.

Neither of us cared.

We said a lazy goodnight to the guys, who were now stretched out on the couch and floor, half-asleep or scrolling through their phones, all thoroughly spent.

And then we stepped into the hallway.

Barefoot.

Still giggling.

The second the elevator doors closed, we burst into laughter--the kind that came from the gut, the kind you can't hold in even if you tried.

"Did that actually fucking happen?" Lila wheezed, leaning against the mirrored wall.

"I think so," I said, eyes wide. "Because I'm still sore. And I have... flavored gloss on my ass."

We stumbled into our room, peeled off our dresses, and walked straight to the bathroom without a word. The shower steamed up again fast as we climbed in together--water hitting our skin, rinsing away the last traces of the night.

We washed slowly, trading turns with the loofah, laughing as we pointed out random bruises and sticky spots.

"Oh my god," Lila said, looking at the faint line of a handprint on her thigh. "Who was this?"

"Probably Chris," I said. "Or Max. Or Jordan. You were busy."

She raised an eyebrow. "I was busy? Girl, you were being passed around like a shared dessert."

We laughed again, loud and uncontrollable, holding each other upright as the water poured down.

Once the soap was rinsed and our skin was clean, we leaned against the wall, breath slowing, heat mellowing.

I looked at her.

"You know," I said, "I think it's safe to say you're over your ex."

She blinked, then smirked. "Oh, yeah. Over him, under five others."

I grinned. "He'd die if he saw you tonight."

She paused for a second, thoughtful.

"Honestly?" she said. "I don't even care. That... was better than anything I had with him. And the problem is..."

"What?"

She looked at me.

"I liked it way more than I should've."

We stared at each other in silence for half a beat--then cracked up all over again.

We dried off, pulled on clean panties and oversized t-shirts, our legs still bare, our hair still damp. No makeup. No perfume.

Just two girls with raw voices and flushed cheeks, padding barefoot toward two twin beds.

She flopped into hers.

I followed.

We turned off the light.

And in the dark, still smiling, I whispered, "Best trip ever?"

The sunlight streaming through the curtains was too bright.

Too rude.

I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head, but the ache between my thighs and the soreness in my throat reminded me exactly where I was--and what the hell had happened the night before.

Lila's laugh broke the silence from across the room.

"Jane," she called from the bathroom, "I just found a handprint on my ass and glitter in my hair. You wanna explain that?"

I peeked out from under the blanket. "Honestly? I don't even remember which guy was holding me down at that point."

She walked out wrapped in a towel, shaking her head, grinning like the sluttiest angel Miami had ever seen.

We didn't rush.

We packed slowly, sipping from room-temperature water bottles, stopping every few minutes to laugh or wince at some random ache.

"I still can't believe this trip," Lila said, folding her black dress with exaggerated care.

"Same," I said. "First night, we get double-stuffed by two strangers at the club..."

She gasped, mock-offended. "Excuse you. Their names were Marcus and Trey, and they were very attentive gentlemen."

She tossed a sock at me. "Shut up, you took five loads to the face last night and loved it."

"Okay, yeah, fair," I laughed, holding up my hands. "I think we're officially sluts now."

Lila paused, then smirked. "Speak for yourself. I was a slut when we booked the tickets."

We both doubled over laughing.

By the time we zipped our bags, the room looked almost normal again. Just two girls leaving a hotel.

Not two girls who had just been completely, thoroughly ruined in the span of 48 hours.

We checked out. Got a ride to the airport. Ate greasy sandwiches in silence because our voices were still recovering. I caught us both people-watching in the terminal, grinning like idiots.

"I don't think I'll ever see a hotel hallway the same again," I said.

"Or a towel," Lila added.

We got on the plane, still barefoot from TSA, still a little sticky from the Miami heat, and found our seats near the back. I leaned my head on her shoulder as the cabin lights dimmed.

We didn't say much after that.

Just sat there--tired, sore, and buzzing with everything we'd done, everything we'd let happen, everything we still hadn't fully processed.

The plane lifted off.

And as we watched the city shrink below us, I turned to her, whispering:

"We should definitely do this again."

She smiled, slow and wicked.

"Next time, we bring more towels."