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I lay there for a few minutes until I drifted off to sleep.

When I was waking up, I realized immediately that someone was playing with my ass.

“What are you doing?” My words were semi-slurred due to sleep.

“It’s time,” is all he said and my body instantly froze.

I felt him remove the plug and I groaned. Then he positioned two pillows and motioned for me to lay across them, I obeyed. I wanted this more than anything.

I felt him get into position behind me and then felt the huge tip of his cock against the entrance of my ass.

I tensed and he smacked my cheek. “Relax. The key is to relax,” he whispered.

I forced my body to relax as he pushed the head inside. He was huge and I immediately felt stretching. It wasn’t painful as much as just uncomfortable. It felt like he was trying to squeeze something that was too large into a smaller hole, and he was.

I tried to keep my breathing steady as he pushed onward. He was going so slow part of me wanted to yell at him to hurry up, but I lay there quietly and waited.

Once I felt his chest against my back, he groaned and was completely on top of me, I knew he was all the way in. It hadn’t hurt one bit! I guess he had done his homework. He laid there for a moment and I tried to move.

“Don’t,” he grimaced. “Stay there. Let your butt get acquainted with my dick size first. Just a few more minutes.” He reached around and started to play with my clit, which made me unable to lay still.

“I can’t take any more. You keep moving your ass and it’s driving me crazy!” he hissed into my ear.

“Then fuck me already!” I screamed at him.

The first time he moved, I thought my ass would split in two. The second time, I felt I would shit myself, and the third, I cried out in ecstasy and begged him to fuck me harder. It was so unexplainably good. I knew the ass had more nerve endings and now I could feel it, big time. My whole erogenous zone was begging for mercy. I felt like I needed to come, it was the weirdest feeling. Like if I didn’t come at that very moment, I may die. I had never felt that dramatic toward sex before.

He fucked my ass slowly at first, despite my urgings to fuck me harder. He finally listened and started to fuck me so hard he made my teeth chatter. I felt like I was going insane. My orgasm was right within reach, but I couldn’t grasp it. I was trying, unsuccessfully, for so long that when it finally hit me, I screamed so loud my throat hurt.

Craig quickly followed suit and let out a growl as he came, an honest to goodness growl. It momentarily reminded me of Keegen, but then I forced that to the back of my mind.

I must have passed out because the next thing I knew, I woke up and it was late morning. Craig was walking in to the room with a full breakfast tray.

“Bon appetite,” he said with a smile.

“How many languages do you know?” I asked him as I thanked him for the tray.

“Four. My parents want me to learn two more before I start college,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Four? That’s crazy! You’re only eighteen!”

“I know. They expect a lot out of me.” He shrugged his shoulders and sat beside me on the bed. “My brother’s coming over later to meet you. He’s going to have dinner with us.”

“I don’t know, Craig. I don’t think I should meet any of your family members.”

“He’s bringing his girlfriend. It will be all right.”

“If you say so,” I said quietly. Part of me recoiled at the idea of his family coming over. I didn’t know what I wanted out of this relationship, but meeting family definitely wasn’t part of it. I thought of an excuse I could say to get out of there.

“It will be fine! You’ll love my brother. He’s very easy to get along with. Everyone who meets him loves him.”

We stayed in bed and watched a movie, well he watched while I stressed over my book sales and replied to Facebook messages. What was I going to do about the absence of Keegen in my life now?

Craig received a call earlier in the day from his brother. I tried to listen in on his side of the conversation, but he quickly left the room. I spent the time alone snooping through his bedroom. He had pictures on a bookshelf of what looked like very important people. I didn’t know who they were, but they looked important. He had so many awards and trophies for an abundance of activities. Football, water polo, spelling bees, and charity work. I couldn’t believe all that he had already accomplished in his young life. The thing that was evidently missing was pictures of family. There was none. There weren’t any people who looked like parents with him in any of the photographs. It made me feel sorry for him.

I quickly checked to make sure he wasn’t coming back before I let my snooping continue. I opened his bedside table drawer and found a couple boxes of condoms, a wad of hundred dollar bills, and joints. Tons of joints, which were rolled quite nicely. He definitely did not need the measly two a week I provided him. It made me even more confused about his mindset.

“Change of plans,” he said, coming back in the room and startling me into an upright position. Good thing he didn’t catch me looking in his bedside table; I had successfully closed the drawer before he entered the room. “We’re meeting them at a restaurant.”

“Craig, I don’t know if that is such a good idea.”

“Why not?” he questioned as he took his shirt off, getting ready to change into a nicer one. His bare chest nearly made me forget my train of thought. I took a second to admire his body before returning my attention to the conversation we were in the middle of.

“Think about it for a second. What would it look like for a thirty-year-old woman to be out at dinner with her eighteen-year-old student?”

“Correction”—he kissed the tip of my nose—“you’re not my teacher anymore.”

Oh yeah
. “Thanks to you and your big mouth.” I had nearly forgotten about that. Good thing he reminded me. “Why the hell would you do that? Did you want me to get fired?”

“I never said who it was. And you didn’t get fired. You retired.” He kept walking around his room, getting ready, as he spoke so matter-of-factly about my employment predicament. Or,
un
employment, I should say. I could only stand in the middle of the room and watch him walk around. I was baffled and speechless at his attitude toward the whole thing. “So stop worrying. You can’t get in any trouble. You’re not my teacher anymore, I’m not your student anymore, and I’m of consenting age. It’s not like I’ve asked you to fuck me on the dinner table as entertainment or anything, just have dinner with me and my brother.”

I stared at him wide-eyed.

“Although, fucking on the table sounds like an awesome idea,” he continued, winking at me.

I had to shake the image out of my own head. It did sound hot. But I couldn’t think about that at a time like this. “Do you seriously find nothing wrong with taking me to a restaurant and having dinner with you, your brother, and his girlfriend like it’s some kind of double date? Some kind of bizarre double date?”

He slapped my ass as he walked by to grab his shoes that were thrown on the floor. God, this kid is messy. “It’s not like I’m taking you to some kind of fetish club with my brother and his girlfriend. Now
that
would be a bizarre double date.”

“How do you know about stuff like that?” I put my hands in the air, exasperated.

He threw his head back and laughed. “Life will never be boring with me, that I can promise you!”

I went and had a quick shower and discovered he had the most amazing showerhead. It would be fun to fuck him in here, I thought fleetingly as I shaved my legs. After I was done, I quickly dried off and got into the only dress I had brought with me. Thank goodness I had the fortitude to always be prepared for any situation that may come your way.

An hour later, I emerged, completely gorgeous. I had studied myself in the mirror, so I knew why Craig’s mouth had dropped open at the site of me. I smiled confidently and followed him to his Lotus.

The drive to the restaurant was quiet. We listened to soft music and just relaxed. I was surprised that the lack of conversation wasn’t stressful it was quite the opposite. Most of the silences I had been included in had always been uncomfortable.

When we got to the restaurant, Craig had valet park the car and put his hand at the small of my back to guide me to the restaurant’s magnificent entrance.

“Reservation for Marten,” Craig said with authority. I couldn’t think of another person his age that had such an air of authority. I was kind of in awe of him. His authority almost made me want him to take care of me. Almost.

“You are the first of your party to arrive. Would you like to have a drink in the bar? Or I can show you to your table,” Maître de offered.

“Table,” Craig replied and that one word moved mountains.

The Maître de immediately sprang into action and showed us to a table that was by an indoor waterfall of all things. It was exquisitely beautiful.

Once we were seated, Craig spouted out an order of what I recognized to be a very expensive bottle of wine.

I just gaped at him. Seeing him in action was unbelievable. I had never seen this take-charge side of Craig before and it was hot.

I was still admiring the waterfall and listening to the soothing waves of water when I saw a couple approach our table out of my peripheral vision. I took a sip of wine and looked up to greet the couple, assuming it was his brother when they stopped at our table and Craig did the man handshake hug with him. I looked up to greet them and nearly spit my wine out across the table.

It was
Keegen
.

Why was Keegen here? And hugging Craig? What the fuck was going on? Had Craig set me up? Had he been behind this scheme the entire time? I felt like I was going to freak out! My mind went blank, my mouth went dry, and my hands began to shake.

Craig was still standing and speaking to them so I adverted my gaze, wanting to look anywhere but there. I was trying to find a way out, to escape the scene developing before me. It was almost too much to bear. They had been in cahoots together?! If there ever were a time where I wished the ground would swallow me up, it would be now.
Holy, fucking shit balls!

“Sage,” Craig’s voice snapped my attention back to him. “I would like for you to meet my brother, Keegen, and his girlfriend... I’m sorry, I don’t know your name,” he turned to the woman with Keegen.

The girl looked like she was going to faint and immediately turned to leave, but Craig caught her by her arm, rejecting her retreat. “I’ve been anxious to meet you, but Keegen never told me your name.”

“I’m sorry bro,” Keegen started, “where are my manners?”
You clearly don’t have any
. “This is Missy.”

Fuck me running! Fucking Missy! My fucking friend! Are you fucking kidding me right now? They were obviously all in on this together. I looked from one face to another, to another, in complete disbelief.

Craig looked at me oddly and then looked back at his brother. That’s when I realized that he didn’t know that Keegen, Missy, and I all knew each other. Craig could sense something was awry, but he didn’t have a clue how fucked up the situation is.

Missy looked ready to die; in fact, I’ve never seen a person’s face turn that shade of green in my life. If she puked on me, that would have been the icing on the fucking cake. She kept trying to leave, but Craig wouldn’t let her. He ushered her to the chair beside her and practically forced her to sit down.

I picked up my wine and drained it in one gulp. Fuck this; I need straight vodka! “I need a shot of something, pronto!” I hissed at Craig.

“What is going on?” Craig directed the question to no one in particular and I completely ignored him, along with the two backstabbers at the table.

“So, Keegen, this is your girlfriend?” I asked with a lethal look in my eye directed straight at Keegen. The pieces of the puzzle were neatly falling into place. I was starting to see how everything fit together, how Tom knew certain things, how Keegen knew other things; yes, everything was starting to make sense. I slid an evil smile in place as I waited for his answer.

Missy looked so uncomfortable and I was glad, it was the only good thing about the current fucked up situation. She was the first to respond. “No, I’m not his—”

“I don’t really see how that’s any of your concern,” Keegen spat out in response to my question, completely ignoring Missy.

“None of my concern? Really?” I picked up my empty wine glass. “Can I please get some more?” I asked no one in particular. I was grateful that Craig answered my panicky call for help by swiftly refilling my glass. “You show up here with my friend and it’s none of my concern?” I whispered sternly away from Craig so he wouldn’t hear me.

I switched my lethal gaze to Missy. I had another glass of wine under my belt I was ready to let the confrontations begin. “I can’t believe you would do this to me.”

“I’m honestly only here for support,” Missy whispered.

“I’m in need of clarification, support of whom? Me or Keegen? Because up until a moment ago, I would have called you a friend.”

“Am I missing something here? How do you all know one another?” Poor Craig looked confused. Join the club, poor Craig. We’re all confused.

Keegen grinned wickedly. “Oh, brother, you’re missing a lot. I’d be happy to fill you in—”

“No. The only person going to be filled in here is me. What the hell is going on?”

“My little brother here has done nothing but talk nonstop about you. I thought I should meet the girl that has him so smitten. Or should I say,
woman
,” Keegen looked me up and down in my seated position, from head to fucking toe and I wanted to punch him.

“And why the fuck are you here, Missy?”

“I told you already, Sage; I’m here for support.”

“Really? Was that even necessary?” I looked back at Keegen.

Craig looked perplexed and kept darting glances from Keegen to me, then to Missy. “I need for someone to start answering my questions! What the fuck is this?” he pounded his fist on the table, which made us all turn to him.

“Do you want me to tell him? Or do you?” Keegen looked at me.

I was completely mortified and couldn’t even comprehend the circumstances. Part of me hoped it was all a dream that I would wake up from at any moment. I suddenly realized where that statement “cat got your tongue” came from. Someone must’ve been holding my tongue at that moment because it refused to move.

“This is why I ended things between us,” Keegen said quietly. “I put two and two together and discovered you were seeing my brother.”

Missy seemed to keep shrinking back into her chair, more and more, as the conversation continued. It would have been comical if in a different environment.

“I don’t remember discussing exclusivity,” I defended my actions while my insides crumbled. Craig would refuse to see me after this. I felt like our relationship was slipping away with every word that Keegen uttered.

Missy finally had enough of the situation and excused herself while mumbling “restroom,” and literally ran from the table.

Part of me was jealous of her escape. I wanted out as well.

“My intentions were to meet with Craig tonight, just the two of us, and explain what has been going on behind the scenes, so to speak. Then the tables were turned when he told me his girlfriend would be there and how excited he was for me to meet you finally. Things seemed to be getting serious between the two of you.” Keegen looked at Craig. “I’m sorry, bro, but I have to leave. I can’t do this with her here!” Keegen pushed himself away from the table angrily and began to walk away.

“Please, give me a minute,” I put my hand on Craig’s and then followed Keegen to the foyer of the restaurant without giving him a chance to answer. “Keegen,” I called but he ignored me. I had to practically sprint to reach and grab his arm. “Please, Keegen.”

“Do you have any idea how fucked up this is?” Keegen yanked his arm away angrily. “Don’t play games, Sage. You knew that I wanted us to be exclusive, that I wanted more. I knew you were with your husband, but my brother? That’s disgusting! I was going to tell you about my family.” he ran his hands through his hair.