Lucy

Matt shifted on the plush leather couch, his heart thudding against his ribs. The massive flat-screen glowed in the dim living room, casting flickers of light across the sleek, modern furniture. Justin's house--if you could even call it that--felt more like a luxury hotel. Everything gleamed: polished marble floors, walls of glass that looked out over a perfectly manicured lawn, and ceilings so high they felt like they belonged to a cathedral. His own place back home felt like a dollhouse by comparison.

"Dude, you gotta stop dying," Henry snorted, nudging Matt's shoulder. His wild curls bounced as he leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen. "I swear you play like you've got butter on your fingers."

"I'm not even--shut up," Matt muttered, trying to shake off the nerves twisting in his gut. He barely paid attention to the game anymore. Not with her on the way.

The thought sent a jolt through him. An actual sex worker. Someone who did this for real. And in less than an hour, she'd be walking through that sleek glass front door. His fingers twitched on the controller. No amount of Call of Duty could distract him from what was coming.

"You guys think she's hot?" Jamie asked from the floor, stretched out with his back against the couch. He was the calmest out of all of them--like this was just another Friday night. His shaggy blond hair fell over his eyes as he grabbed a handful of chips.

"She better be. For what Justin's paying? She should be a goddamn goddess," Henry said, laughing loud enough to echo through the empty house. "Trust rich boy to go all out. I still can't believe he's missing this."

Matt swallowed hard. He couldn't quite decide if Justin's absence made things better or worse. Without him here, the whole thing felt looser, a little more real--and a lot more terrifying.

Theo, who had barely said a word, shifted in the leather armchair across from them. He adjusted his glasses, his face unreadable as always. "You guys realize this is, like, illegal, right?"

Henry rolled his eyes. "Relax, dad. No one's gonna snitch."

Matt forced a laugh, but it came out too sharp. The truth was, he couldn't relax--not with the anticipation building like a slow boil under his skin. The others had all done stuff. Maybe not this exactly, but they'd been with girls. Meanwhile, he was sitting here, stomach in knots, trying not to let his inexperience show, being a virgin and all.

He thought about the girl--woman--on the way. What would she be like? Confident? Gorgeous? Would she be able to tell he'd never done anything? God, what if he messed up? What if--

"You're thinking too hard," Henry said suddenly, grinning at him like he could read Matt's mind. "Chill. You're about to have the best night of your life."

Easy for him to say. Henry always had that reckless energy, like nothing could touch him. He could joke, push boundaries, act like everything was a game. Matt wanted to feel that ease--to not care so much. But he did care. Maybe too much.

Outside, a car engine purred faintly, and Matt's breath caught. He glanced at the others, but no one else seemed to notice. Not yet.

"She's gonna be here soon," Jamie said, checking his phone. His voice was casual, but Matt caught the spark of excitement underneath. "Hope you guys are ready."

Ready? Not even close. But there was no turning back now.

The sound of heels clicking against marble snapped Matt's head toward the front door. His breath hitched. She stood there, framed by the massive glass entrance, and for a second, all he could do was stare.

Sofia.

She was stunning. No--more than that. She was the kind of woman you didn't think existed outside of movies or wild fantasies. Her skin was a warm, golden brown, smooth and flawless. Long, dark waves of hair spilled down her back. The red dress she wore clung to every impossible curve--plunging low enough to show the swell of her breasts, riding high enough on her thighs that one wrong step might reveal everything. Her legs were long, toned, and ended in red heels that clicked softly as she shifted her weight.

"Hola, boys," she said, her voice smooth and smoky. A teasing smile played on her full lips. "I hope I'm not too early."

Matt's heart pounded so loud it drowned out the game still playing on the TV. He tried to swallow, but his throat felt dry. She was here. This was real. And if everything went the way it was supposed to--he was losing his virginity to her.

Henry, of course, was the first to recover. He sprang up from the couch, his grin wide and shameless. "You're right on time," he said, striding over to her like this wasn't the most insane thing they'd ever done. "I'm Henry. The fun one."

Sofia's lips curled into a smirk as her dark eyes swept over him. "The fun one, huh?" she said, dragging out the words in that same slow, sultry voice. "We'll see about that."

"Don't let him fool you," Jamie cut in, rising more casually. "He's just loud." He shot her a smooth smile. "I'm Jamie."

"Nice to meet you, Jamie." Her gaze lingered on him for a beat before drifting to Theo, who stood back near the armchair. "And you?"

"Theo," he said quietly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Aw, shy boy," Sofia teased, her tone playful. "I like that."

Matt felt his stomach twist as she turned her attention to him. Every nerve in his body lit up when her dark eyes locked with his. Up close, she was even more breathtaking--warm, sweet perfume trailing after her as she took a step closer.

"And you?" she asked, voice soft but dripping with suggestion.

"I--I'm Matt," he stammered, cursing himself immediately. He felt like a deer caught in headlights. She was so close. Close enough for him to see the curve of her smile, the glint of gold hoop earrings brushing against her neck.

"Hmm... cute," Sofia murmured, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up. Something about the way she said it made his pulse spike again. "I think I'm gonna like you."

Henry laughed, cutting through the tension. "Told you he's cute. Just wait--he's a real sweetheart once you crack him open."

"Henry, shut up," Matt muttered under his breath, his face burning.

Sofia laughed--a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Matt's spine. "I like the energy here," she said, stepping fully into the living room, her heels tapping softly against the marble floor. "So, Justin's not joining us yet?"

"Nah, he got caught up with something," Jamie said, still watching her with a casual smile. "But he'll be here later. Probably."

"Hmm. His loss." She twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, eyes glinting with amusement. "So... what do you boys have planned for me tonight?"

Henry clapped his hands together, grinning wide. "Well, we're open to suggestions."

Sofia laughed again, easing onto the couch like she owned the place. Her dress slid up her thighs, and Matt couldn't stop his eyes from following the movement. "I like that answer." She leaned back, her body a picture of effortless confidence. "So, tell me... who's gonna keep me entertained while we wait?"

Matt tried to focus, to breathe, but his thoughts were spinning. She was right there--gorgeous, bold, and somehow even sexier than he'd imagined. And he still couldn't believe that, by the end of the night, she might be his first.

Henry suddenly snapped his fingers, his face lighting up with that wild, mischievous energy Matt had come to expect from him. "Wait--hold up! I almost forgot," he said, already moving toward the hallway. "Justin had a whole thing planned. Some game to 'make it interesting.' You guys are gonna love this."

Without waiting for a response, he waved them along, his excitement contagious enough to pull everyone off the couch. Matt's heart pounded harder as he followed, trying to steady his breathing. The house seemed even bigger as they wound through sleek hallways, the faint scent of expensive cologne hanging in the air.

Henry pushed open the door to one of Justin's bedrooms--if you could even call it that. The place was massive. A king-sized bed with dark silk sheets stretched against the far wall, a massive floor-to-ceiling window gave a sweeping view of the city lights, and sleek furniture was scattered across the room. But what grabbed Matt's attention were the wheels--two of them, glossy and colorful, standing against the wall like props in some adult game show.

"Dude," Jamie breathed, stepping inside. "Justin really went all out."

"Of course he did," Henry said, his grin wide. "Rich kid's got too much time on his hands. But hey, who's complaining?" He strutted over to the wheels and tapped one with his knuckle. "Alright, here's the deal. We sit on chairs at opposite sides of the room. We take turns spinning these bad boys. Whatever you land on, Sofia does to you--or you do to her."

Matt swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. This wasn't what he expected. He had imagined something more straightforward--just him and her. Alone. Not some group game with wheels involved. But... Sofia. His gaze drifted toward her, and his stomach flipped again, his eyes lingering on her bust.

The first wheel was simple--Yes or No. Easy enough. The second one, though, made his pulse thunder. Full Frontal Access. Slap. Water. Blowjob. Each bold word seemed to pulse in his vision, making the anticipation almost unbearable.

Theo adjusted his glasses, a skeptical look on his face. "And we're just... playing this until Justin shows up?"

"Pretty much," Henry said, clapping his hands. "Unless anyone's scared."

"No one's scared," Jamie said, settling onto one of the sleek chairs. His usual calm never wavered, but Matt noticed the way his fingers flexed, like he wasn't as relaxed as he seemed.

Matt hesitated, the heat pooling low in his stomach. He wanted this--God, he wanted this--but the idea of playing this game, of spinning some ridiculous wheel while the others watched, made his nerves crawl. Still, Sofia was right there, leaning against a dresser, her curves practically daring him to say no.

Henry plopped into another chair, spreading his arms wide. "Come on, Matty. Don't chicken out now."

"I'm not," Matt said quickly, maybe too quickly. He forced his feet forward and dropped into the chair across from Theo. If this is how it's going to happen... fine.

Sofia pushed off the dresser, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her face. "Mmm, I like this game," she purred, the warmth in her voice making Matt's blood run hotter. "But... these heels are killing me. Mind if I get a little more comfortable?"

Without waiting for an answer, she strolled toward the open door to Justin's walk-in closet--a room in its own right. Matt caught a glimpse inside--rows of designer clothes, shelves stacked with watches and shoes--before she disappeared.

The room hung heavy with silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. Henry rocked back in his chair, drumming his fingers against his thigh. "If she's coming out in something sexy, I might lose my mind," he muttered, half to himself.

Matt's hands curled into fists against his knees as the seconds stretched out. His heart pounded harder. The idea of her coming out in--

The door to the closet slid open, and Sofia emerged.

Matt's breath hitched.

She was wrapped in a white thigh-length towel, soft and fluffy but barely managing to contain her curves. Her legs--long, toned, gorgeous--were on full display, and the way the towel hugged her body made his imagination spiral. Her large breasts strained against the fabric, the faint outline of her nipples visible, and the subtle sway of her hips with each step sent a fresh wave of heat rolling through him. And God--he could tell there was nothing underneath, his hardening member responding.

"Better?" she asked, a teasing glint in her dark eyes.

"Hell yes." Henry's voice cracked through the air, breaking whatever spell had fallen over the room. He let out a loud, exaggerated cheer, clapping his hands like she'd just won a prize. "Justin's missing the best part."

Matt swallowed hard, his whole body humming with tension. This was happening. And whether he was ready or not, there was no turning back.

The four of them settled into the chairs, the leather cool against Matt's skin as he shifted in place. He sat directly across from Theo, with Henry to his left and Jamie across from him. The air felt heavy--thick with anticipation and something else Matt didn't know how to name. His heart pounded in his chest, his pulse a dull roar in his ears.

Sofia stood next to the wheel, her hands resting lightly on her hips, the towel clinging to her figure in a way that made it impossible to focus on anything else. She tilted her head, her dark eyes dancing with curiosity as she looked toward Henry. "So... you gonna tell me what all these mean, handsome?"

Henry grinned wide, always eager to take the spotlight. "Oh, you're gonna love this," he said, sliding out of his chair to approach the wheel. He gestured to the labels with an exaggerated flourish. "Alright, here's the breakdown. This baby right here decides the fun."

He tapped the first option. "Full frontal access--you stand right in front of whoever spins, and they get fifteen seconds to explore." His voice dripped with suggestion, and Matt's stomach twisted at the thought. Fifteen seconds. With her, his now hard cock straining in his underwear.

Sofia's lips curled into a smirk. "Fifteen seconds, huh? Generous."

Henry laughed. "Justin's idea. He wanted to keep things interesting." His finger slid to the next option. "Slap--pretty straightforward. If you land on it, they get a slap from you."

Her perfectly arched brow lifted. "Ooh, I get to have some fun too? I like that."

Matt shifted in his seat, his palms sweaty. The image of Sofia--that Sofia--smacking one of them sent a strange jolt through him. He wasn't sure if it was excitement, fear, or both.

"Water," Henry continued, pointing to the next segment, "means you pour a little on whoever spins. We've got a whole bottle ready." He reached behind the wheel and held up a chilled plastic bottle, shaking it for emphasis.

"And this one..." His hand stopped on the last and most obvious option. Blowjob. "Thirty seconds. No explanation needed."

Sofia chuckled softly, the sound low and teasing. "Naughty boys," she murmured, her eyes flicking between them. "I gotta say... this is turning me on a little."

Matt's pulse slammed in his chest. He was already so wound up he thought he might explode. Seeing her like this--barely covered, teasing them like she was already in control--was almost too much. He wanted her. Badly. And the idea that one spin could bring his hands to her body--or her mouth--on him made his whole body burn, his penis throbbing.

"So," Sofia purred, stepping closer to the wheel and letting her hand trail lightly along its edge, "who's gonna be the first to spin?"

Henry dropped back into his chair, flashing his signature grin. "I mean... we're not scared. Right, boys?"

Matt swallowed hard, fingers curling into fists to keep from fidgeting. He wasn't scared--but he wasn't exactly calm either. The wheel gleamed under the bright light, the possibilities swirling in his head.

This was real.

And it was only just starting.

Sofia's eyes sparkled with mischief as she turned toward Henry, a slow smile curling her lips. "Since you're the chatty one," she purred, "you go first."

Henry pumped his fist. "Hell yeah! Bring it on."

With a playful flick of her wrist, Sofia spun the wheel. The soft clicking sound filled the room as the arrow blurred through the options, the tension rising with each passing second. Matt could barely breathe, his heart hammering against his ribs.

The wheel slowed, ticking past slap, brushing over water, before coming to a smooth stop on full frontal access.

"Oh, let's go!" Henry whooped, throwing his arms in the air. His energy filled the room, buzzing with excitement.

Sofia laughed, a rich, sultry sound that made Matt's stomach tighten. "Alright, big mouth," she teased, grabbing the timer from the dresser. She set it for fifteen seconds, the soft beep making Matt's pulse jump. "Let's see if you can handle it."

With the grace of someone who knew every eye was on her, she strutted across the plush carpet, her hips swaying as she stopped right in front of Henry. Holding his gaze, she let her fingers tease the edge of her towel before unfastening it with a flick.

Matt's mouth went dry.

The towel loosened, but Sofia held it carefully in place, spreading the fabric wide to cover her sides--only Henry had the view.

"Damn," Henry muttered, breathless, before diving in with both hands.

His fingers sank into her large breasts, squeezing and exploring with eager enthusiasm. Sofia let out a soft, teasing hum, tilting her head back slightly as he ran his hands over every curve. His touch grew bolder as the seconds ticked down--one hand slipping lower to cup her backside, giving it a firm squeeze while his other hand trailed along her waist.

"I'm living the dream right now!" Henry shouted, his face flushed with excitement.

Matt felt like he might explode. His whole body burned with anticipation, and the sight of Henry--touching her--made his stomach twist in the best and worst way, his erection ever present. He wanted to be next. God, he wanted to be next.

Theo sat rigid in his chair, his face burning a deep red. Jamie, always the most laid-back, chuckled softly under his breath, shaking his head at Henry's antics.

The timer beeped, snapping everyone back to reality. In a smooth motion, Sofia pulled the towel back into place, covering herself effortlessly as she turned back toward the wheel.

Henry collapsed against his chair, red-faced and grinning like an idiot. "Holy--wow. Best. Game. Ever," he panted, still buzzing from the experience.

Sofia smiled knowingly as she adjusted the towel. "Glad you're having fun," she said, her voice low and sweet. With a flick of her hair over her shoulder, she turned, her gaze settling on Theo.

"You're up next," she said, her tone teasing but warm. "Think you're ready?"

Theo swallowed hard, his voice a little shaky but steady. "Y-Yeah. Let's do it."

Matt shifted in his chair, his arousal nearly unbearable. His turn felt agonizingly far away--but he couldn't take his eyes off Sofia as she reached for the wheel again.

Sofia placed her fingers on the wheel again, her red nails tapping lightly against its surface before she gave it a firm spin. The clicking filled the room, each tick tightening the air with suspense. Matt leaned forward slightly, his pulse hammering as he watched the wheel slow... and then land.

Blowjob.

The room erupted with energy. Henry let out an exaggerated "OHHH!", pumping his fist in the air. "Now we're talking!"

Theo, usually the quietest among them, sat frozen for a second. His face turned a deep shade of red, his hands gripping the arms of his chair. Matt could see the nervous excitement in his eyes--overwhelmed but definitely not backing out.

Sofia smirked, stepping toward him with an effortless confidence. "Lucky boy," she teased, placing a hand on his knee. She glanced at the timer on the dresser. "Thirty seconds... think you can handle that?"

Theo swallowed hard. "Y-Yeah."

Her smirk deepened as she slid down in front of him, her movements fluid and unhurried. With a delicate touch, she helped ease his shorts lower, her fingers barely brushing his skin. Henry whistled in approval, while Jamie simply chuckled, shaking his head at the spectacle.

Matt, on the other hand, could hardly breathe. From his seat, he couldn't see much--Sofia's back was to him, her long dark hair spilling over her shoulders--but the way Theo reacted told him everything. His friend let out a sharp, shaky breath, his head tilting back slightly as his fingers gripped the edge of the seat.