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Authors: Lauren Rowe
honesty-game.”
“Sure.”
“Did a little piece of you get turned on when Henn
saw us fucking?”
“What?” I blurt, utterly appalled. “Of course not. I
was absolutely mortified.”
Josh silently buttons his shirt.
“Why?” I ask. “Were you turned on?” I zip up
my miniskirt and reach for my shirt.
“No. Not at all.” He finishes buttoning his shirt.
“I was just curious, based on something you wrote in your
application.”
“Josh, it was Henn,” I say. “I’m gonna have
horrible nightmares about him stumbling upon us ’til the day I
die . ”
We’re both fully dressed. Josh grabs my hand and
leads me out of the bathroom, toward the main room of the suite.
“Yeah, I know. Me, too. But...” he begins tentatively. “Does the
idea of someone watching you turn you on? Someone who’s not
Henn?”
My pulse has begun pounding in my ears. “Like, who ?”
“I dunno. When you had your little lesbo-encounter
in college wasn’t the other girl’s boyfriend watching?”
My cheeks flush. I nod.
“And did you like it?”
I’ve never talked about this with anyone. I clear my
throat. “Yeah.”
“You liked him watching?”
I nod. “The fact that her boyfriend was watching was
the hottest thing about the whole thing.”
Josh’s face lights up.
“Well, that and, you know, the whole excitement of
doing something taboo. But the actual making-out part—you know,
what my friend physically did to me, what I did to her—that wasn’t
the real turn-on. If we’d been in private, just the two of us, it
never would have happened.”
“Interesting.” Josh leads me to the table in the
middle of the suite and sits me down. He leans over me, his hands
on the arms of my chair. “And did the boyfriend join in with you
two girls at some point?”
I’ve never told anyone about that night. My heart is
racing. I nod.
“And did you like it when he did?” He leans forward
slightly, leveling his blue eyes with mine.
“Um. It was just okay, to be honest. The guy was really into his girlfriend. So once things got going, I
pretty quickly started feeling like a third wheel, and I didn’t
like that feeling.”
He chuckles.
“At all.”
He grins. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“I’ve come to realize I need to be the center of
attention.”
“No shit?” He flashes a cocky grin.
I try to look offended at that comment, but it’s
impossible. I join him in laughing.
He glides to the bar. “How about a quick drink
before we meet Henn?” He looks at his watch. “We’ve got about
twenty minutes.”
“Just some water. I’m pretty wiped out.”
“Water it is. So was that your only threesome, Party
Girl?” he asks, busying himself behind the bar.
“Yeah. I never had the desire to do it again after
that. I realized I was more turned on when her boyfriend was
watching than when he actually joined in.”
“Interesting,” he says, mixing a drink behind the
bar. “So you said in your application you have lots of fantasies.
Is that one of your fantasies—someone watching you with another
person?”
My cheeks are on fire. “Um, no, not really. I
haven’t given it much thought since then. But I guess it could be
kind of fun to experience the whole thing the way my friend
did—being the center of attention instead of the third wheel. I was
just window dressing during the whole thing, but I suppose it might
be fun to be the window. ”
He brings me my water, his eyes blazing. “Here you
go,” he says. He places my water on the table in front of me and
sits down next to me. He places his hand on my thigh.
“What about you?” I ask, my heart thumping in my
chest. “Would you be interested in... watching?”
“Just tell me where and when.”
Oh shit. He misunderstood me. I was speaking
hypothetically—asking him whether he has the general fantasy of
watching a hypothetical woman he’s attracted to getting it
on with another woman. I wasn’t specifically asking him if he
“Sure.”
“Did a little piece of you get turned on when Henn
saw us fucking?”
“What?” I blurt, utterly appalled. “Of course not. I
was absolutely mortified.”
Josh silently buttons his shirt.
“Why?” I ask. “Were you turned on?” I zip up
my miniskirt and reach for my shirt.
“No. Not at all.” He finishes buttoning his shirt.
“I was just curious, based on something you wrote in your
application.”
“Josh, it was Henn,” I say. “I’m gonna have
horrible nightmares about him stumbling upon us ’til the day I
die . ”
We’re both fully dressed. Josh grabs my hand and
leads me out of the bathroom, toward the main room of the suite.
“Yeah, I know. Me, too. But...” he begins tentatively. “Does the
idea of someone watching you turn you on? Someone who’s not
Henn?”
My pulse has begun pounding in my ears. “Like, who ?”
“I dunno. When you had your little lesbo-encounter
in college wasn’t the other girl’s boyfriend watching?”
My cheeks flush. I nod.
“And did you like it?”
I’ve never talked about this with anyone. I clear my
throat. “Yeah.”
“You liked him watching?”
I nod. “The fact that her boyfriend was watching was
the hottest thing about the whole thing.”
Josh’s face lights up.
“Well, that and, you know, the whole excitement of
doing something taboo. But the actual making-out part—you know,
what my friend physically did to me, what I did to her—that wasn’t
the real turn-on. If we’d been in private, just the two of us, it
never would have happened.”
“Interesting.” Josh leads me to the table in the
middle of the suite and sits me down. He leans over me, his hands
on the arms of my chair. “And did the boyfriend join in with you
two girls at some point?”
I’ve never told anyone about that night. My heart is
racing. I nod.
“And did you like it when he did?” He leans forward
slightly, leveling his blue eyes with mine.
“Um. It was just okay, to be honest. The guy was really into his girlfriend. So once things got going, I
pretty quickly started feeling like a third wheel, and I didn’t
like that feeling.”
He chuckles.
“At all.”
He grins. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
“I’ve come to realize I need to be the center of
attention.”
“No shit?” He flashes a cocky grin.
I try to look offended at that comment, but it’s
impossible. I join him in laughing.
He glides to the bar. “How about a quick drink
before we meet Henn?” He looks at his watch. “We’ve got about
twenty minutes.”
“Just some water. I’m pretty wiped out.”
“Water it is. So was that your only threesome, Party
Girl?” he asks, busying himself behind the bar.
“Yeah. I never had the desire to do it again after
that. I realized I was more turned on when her boyfriend was
watching than when he actually joined in.”
“Interesting,” he says, mixing a drink behind the
bar. “So you said in your application you have lots of fantasies.
Is that one of your fantasies—someone watching you with another
person?”
My cheeks are on fire. “Um, no, not really. I
haven’t given it much thought since then. But I guess it could be
kind of fun to experience the whole thing the way my friend
did—being the center of attention instead of the third wheel. I was
just window dressing during the whole thing, but I suppose it might
be fun to be the window. ”
He brings me my water, his eyes blazing. “Here you
go,” he says. He places my water on the table in front of me and
sits down next to me. He places his hand on my thigh.
“What about you?” I ask, my heart thumping in my
chest. “Would you be interested in... watching?”
“Just tell me where and when.”
Oh shit. He misunderstood me. I was speaking
hypothetically—asking him whether he has the general fantasy of
watching a hypothetical woman he’s attracted to getting it
on with another woman. I wasn’t specifically asking him if he