Standard Disclaimer: All characters are at least 18 years old, and all events are fiction.
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Kayley awoke to the warmth of unfamiliar bodies on either side, and a strange bed beneath. For a dizzying moment, she forgot where she was, sat bolt upright, head whipping back and forth at the nude men beside her. Just as quickly, the events of the evening came rushing back, filling her with an odd shame, one that she was coming to understand was her thing.
Her fetish?
Whatever it was, the fallout of her terrible date with Travis coursed through her mind in a flood of images and sensations. She'd sucked and fucked two of her teachers at the same time. In just a week, she'd gone from only having slept with one person to getting double-teamed on an ottoman.
The fuck.
And the strangest thing was, Kayley's shame was leavened heavily with satisfaction. She had cum often and cum hard tonight, her only disappointment that neither of the men had finished inside her. They'd painted her belly and tits with their semen, then after cleaning up, had all passed out on Mr. Radley's bed.
Kayley's throat felt raw, and her jaw ached. A crackling feeling bubbled up when she shifted it from side to side. A consequence of literally swallowing her teacher's cocks.
How in the fuck did I do that? she wondered. The beer? I didn't feel drunk. Was I that horny?
Just the thought of how they'd filled her brought a rush of warmth to her core. For half a moment she considered waking one or both of them up, but sitting up caused her to let out a painful little cough. She needed time to recover.
Sliding off the bed, her foot landed on Mr. Elston's discarded shirt. Laughing a little at the cliche, she pulled it over her nudity, was only mildly annoyed to find that it didn't even cover her ass completely. Whatever. Her pants were in the living room, and what did decency mean at this point anyway?
No, what Kayley really needed was some nice tea, a blend that would soothe her throat. Mr. Radley seemed like a tea guy. She'd noticed a kettle when they'd all passed through the kitchen on their way to the bedroom. So either he did pour-over coffee or he drank tea.
Making her way to the kitchen, Kayley began rummaging through the cabinets as quietly as possible. Thankfully, it didn't take long; on her third attempt she found a cupboard filled with nothing but boxed tea. There were two bags left in the Throat Coat container. Several mugs were laid out to dry beside the sink. Taking one, she looked for a microwave to heat her water.
He didn't have one. Who didn't have a microwave? Sighing heavily, she went to the stove and shook the kettle. A heavy slosh of water was the response. Setting it down, she turned the burner on high. Figuring it would take a bit to heat, Kayley went into the living room, pulled her phone from the thigh pocket of her leggings.
Fifty-six messages from Travis, alternating between pleading and anger. She didn't bother to read all of them, swiped the notifications away. It was something to deal with when the sun came up. His last text was an hour ago anyway. Checking the time, that was about when the three of them fell asleep. She waited for the voice of guilt to pipe up. Only silence responded.
Kayley decided not to think about what that might mean.
It was well past midnight, and while she was somewhat sore, Kayley didn't feel tired at all. The encounter had left her feeling energized in an entirely new way. Heading back to the kitchen, she found the kettle simmering. Good enough.
The fruity smell of the tea wafted up as water soaked the bag. She breathed it in, some of the ache in her throat easing. Mug filled, she leaned back against the counter, cupping it in both hands. The night wasn't especially chilly, but it still felt nice.
A grunt, followed by the sound of feet shuffling over carpet, came from the bedroom. Mr. Elston staggered into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and still nude. Kayley couldn't help but cast an unsubtle glance at his member, still thick even when soft.
"Hey. that's my shirt," he said with a lopsided grin.
"I needed it more," Kayley smiled back.
Ambling over to the mugs, he asked, "Is the water still hot?"
"Probably," she shrugged. This entire exchange was bizarre in its banality, so ordinary after all the taboos they'd broken tonight. Kayley felt like she should be embarrassed, should be scrambling for pants, but no, she stood there half-naked while her naked P.E. teacher poured himself an Earl Grey, checking out his firm ass.
"I like coffee more," he said, "but Ethan says it gives him the jitters."
What an utterly boring thing to learn about a person. Yet Kayley hung on to that morsel, tucking it away with his first name and the size of his bathtub, one more tiny piece of personal information on the man she was fucking.
Why do I care? She wondered.
"Hey," Kayley blurted, surprising herself, "this isn't the first time you've done this, huh?"
Mr. Elston laughed in surprise, "Fair question, all things considered. Tonight's the second time we've used the ottoman, the fourth time we've shared a girl."
Kayley raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? What's your guys' body count?"
"You'll have to ask Ethan for his. Me, in my entire career, I've slept with nine students, counting you," he gestured at Kayley with his mug before taking a sip.
Nine? Holy hell. She felt a little grossed out, a little turned on.
He must've seen her expression change, because he quickly clarified, "Eighteen and up only. We're bad, but we aren't that kind of bad."
"Alright, alright," she waved a hand at him. "I'm here because I want to be here. Glad you're not total pedos, though."
