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Rob put the camera down and looked at me with clouded eyes. Then he took Amber’s place on the couch next to me. His hand drew lazy circles on my knee, sending my pulse skyrocketing. “You look really good in my boxers,” he said as his fingers drew up my thigh. “I bet you look really good out of them too.”

Goose bumps scattered along my skin and I stiffened slightly. Not because he scared me, because he didn’t. But the way he made me feel scared me, and that he was Amber’s boyfriend.

“Have you ever been with a man?” he asked, his touch nearing the hem of my shorts – his shorts.

“I’m not a virgin.” I didn’t think it was what he was asking, but I didn’t know what else to say.

He leaned in closer and grazed his teeth along my collarbone. “But have you been with someone who knows what to do with his cock? Have you been with someone who can make you come?”

I shivered. Did he know? Was it obvious how much I yearned for a more grown-up sexual experience?

He moved in to kiss me, and I forced myself to pull away. My eyes glanced toward the hallway. “Amber.”

Rob paused but he didn’t retreat. “You know why Amber brought you here, don’t you?” His thumb caressed my lower lip as his other hand found the elastic ribbing of my underwear.

My hips instinctively bucked up, begging for him to touch me there, touch me where he was so close to touching me.

“She brought you here for me.”

I should have been repulsed. I should have been terrified. I should have been pissed at my friend for luring me out on the pretense of giving me a birthday present when she really only meant to bring me as a gift for her pervert of an “uncle.”

But I didn’t feel that at all. I felt exactly the opposite. Beautiful. Wanted. Special enough for Amber to be okay with sharing her lover with me. Special enough that she’d known I would be a prize.

It was enough. I was sold. I was ready to strip off all of my clothes and let Rob do whatever he wanted to my body.

Except he had more to offer. “What do you want, Emily?” His fingers slipped under my panties and through the wet mess of curls to find my clit. I hadn’t been touched there by anyone but myself. I gasped at the pressure of his thumb against the sensitive nerve center, certain I’d explode.

And he’d asked me a question… How was I supposed to answer? All that came out was a breathy, “Please.”

“I’ll give it to you,” Rob said between kisses along my jaw. “Whatever it is. Amber likes to be pampered. Spa trips. Beauty salons. Is that what you want?” The strokes against my clit grew more intense while a finger reached down to dip into my entrance. “Or what about clothing? I’d prefer to see you in items that fit you better. Showed off this beautiful body of yours.” He bent to suck my nipple into his mouth through the tank top. “Tomorrow we’ll go pick out a whole new wardrobe. Does that sound good?”

“Yes.” I would have said yes to anything he offered at that point. Yes to what he was doing. Yes to how he was making me feel.

Rob took it as the green light. As soon as I’d gotten the word out, his lips were on mine. His tongue fucked my mouth like his fingers fucked my cunt. When I came, it was fast and intense and amazing.

That was just the beginning.

Amber joined us eventually and we played like that all night long, all weekend, taking turns kissing and petting and stroking and making each other come. It was hot and naughty and like nothing I’d ever imagined sex could be. And maybe it was wrong. Because Rob was married. Because Amber and I were half his age. Because Amber and I were underage. Because Rob bought us presents in exchange for letting him stick his cock into our pussies and our mouths.

But as far as I was concerned, it was the first time anything in my life had ever felt right. Though the full potential of my newfound sexuality wouldn’t manifest until later, I already knew that this would be my way out. Who cared if my grades wouldn’t get me into college? Who needed a degree when I had the power of my body? Who needed a job when I could be taken care of by a man?

And how much better that my best friend was with me through it all?

CHAPTER 7

I sat forward, rubbed my forehead, and stared at the clipboard in my lap. I hated intake forms. They were such an awful part of spa visits that I often wondered if the point of it was to get you tense so that the massage would seem extra relaxing. But maybe not everyone hated them as much as I did. While I filled them out honestly at doctors’ offices, I couldn’t ever figure out why half the information was necessary for someone to simply rub lotion into your skin.

The new-client paperwork at Reeve’s spa was just as irritating. Stating that I was on birth control was okay, I supposed, but other questions made me cringe. Have you ever been pregnant? Have you ever done illegal drugs? Which ones? As I often did when I felt the answers weren’t pertinent, I lied.

“I did my best,” I said as I handed the clipboard to the masseur who called me back.

“I’m sure you did fine, Ms. Wayborn. I’m Geoffrey and I’ll be attending to you today.” He spoke with an affected accent that emanated the snobbery of a luxury spa. Or of a flaming homosexual. I didn’t really care either way. Geoffrey looked like a man with strong hands and that’s all that mattered to the knots in my back. “Do you have a specific area you’d like to focus on today?”

“No. Everywhere.” I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt truly relaxed. Even now I couldn’t let go of the source of my tension. I asked the question I was there to ask, the one I knew I probably shouldn’t. “How long have you worked here¸ Geoffrey?”

He proceeded to give me his résumé, probably thinking my reason for asking was due to a lack of confidence in his skills. I heard very little after he’d said he’d been at Reeve’s spa for four years.

“Last summer – did you ever see a client named Amber Pries?” Had she been in this very room? Had Geoffrey been her masseur?