All characters and events are fictional, and all participants are over 18.
This is an ongoing story that jumps from the present to the past and back and some chapters -- like this one -- are backstory and build up and haven't reached the erotic climax... yet.
Later, well satisfied and content, Nina lay between her two favourite people in the world and thought back. She remembered it all so clearly, it could have happened a week ago, but it was now over a decade since the three of them had met and come together.
She'd known Luke peripherally since primary school, but had never really interacted with him. He was good looking, sporty, popular; exactly like the jock who breaks the girl's heart before she finds her real true love in all those high school movies. So she didn't take much notice of him above anyone else, wanting to skip the heart-breaking part and fall right in love with her best friend (if she'd had one). And then, on the first day of their final year of school, she had been given a group assignment in her English class with Luke and a new kid, Ash, who rumour had it had just moved there from India.
Nina had always been a top level student despite her less than ideal home life, and she had a feeling that Ms. Martin had assigned her to work with big dumb Luke and the new kid (she'd heard someone say he didn't know any English) so that she could carry their grades. At the end of class Nina stayed back and approached Ms. Martin, asking why she'd been assigned to work with two people she didn't even know.
'Have you spoken to them about the assignment yet?'
'Not yet, but-'
'So why don't you want to work with them?'
Nina didn't want to sound whiny, but she felt annoyed and cheated. 'I don't want to end up doing all the work. I don't know if they'll pull their own weight.'
'Well, you won't know unless you try. Who knows, maybe they'll do all the work for you.'
Nina left the classroom, still angry, and ran to catch up with them in the hallway; they happened to be walking near each other in the same direction.
'Hey, Luke? Ash?'
They both turned to face her and -- maybe she'd just added this detail in later when she remembered it -- it was that moment when she saw them both that she felt something. A sharp pull, somewhere behind her navel.
Ash still had a hint of childhood in his slightly chubby cheeks, his eyes were very dark behind his glasses, which framed his face pleasantly, his thick black hair short and neat. He was mid-height, skinny, lithe. His limbs, hands and feet were long and agile, but he moved without the awkwardness of many of his classmates. His expression was serious, giving his complete attention to whatever he was doing, or whoever he was speaking to.
Luke was taller than Ash, his sandy blonde hair messy but not dirty and greasy like some of the other boys. He had light grey eyes, freckles across his nose, broad shoulders, and a relaxed, open face that, when he looked at you, made you feel like you were the most special person in the world. He had an easy, happy-go-lucky air about him, but Nina knew now that he could be incredibly intense and passionate, even dominating when the mood struck him.
Nina remembered the three of them meeting in that hallway, everyone else a blur of noise and colour in the background. They were both so different, but so beautiful to her; they practically glowed in her memory.
'We should talk about this group assignment soon. Let's meet at the library at lunch, yeah?' She'd spoken as forcefully as she dared, not wanting to get either of them offside, but also wanting to show that she took the work seriously. To her surprise they had both nodded, Luke smiling crookedly, Ash pushing his glasses up his face. She'd once asked them what they remembered of that day, and has was pleased that their memories complemented her own:
'I just remember this total goddess storming through the hallway, blazing a trail through all the people shoving and shouting between class. You told us to meet you at the library to work on that project and I just... you were so serious, taking no shit. I remember looking at you with your arms crossed, your hair all messy, that band shirt you always wore under your uniform. You were so beautiful.'
'I remember it too, but not like that. Maybe it's 'cos I'd only just met you, but I remember you being... I dunno, softer? Like, you were serious. You wanted us to get on board with this assignment, but you were also sort of... vulnerable somehow? Like you really wanted our help. And I felt this sort of protectiveness, like I didn't want to let you down.'