Jake still lingers near the door, looking relatively uncertain of what to do with himself. His member strains against the fabric of his jeans, and I smile kindly before beckoning him forward. He shuffles closer, shifting beside me at the sinks. Jeremy lifts me up onto the bathroom counter, dipping his head to take one of my perked nipples between his lips. I gasp out his name, and Jake moans gutturally in response to my sounds of pleasure. While Jeremy lavishes my chest with his talented tongue, Jake finally seems to gather the confidence to make his own move. He drops to his knees in front of the sinks, settling between my legs. Jeremy shifts to the side a bit to give him space, and Jake rests his hands on my knees, gently spreading my thighs. I bite my lip anxiously, thanking god that I make a habit of keeping myself well trimmed. Jake presses a hand between my thighs, cupping me through the front of my panties. I can feel the moisture gathering in my most intimate area, and I can only redden when he gives a pleased grunt.
"So wet," he says crudely, and Jeremy laughs, taking his teeth to my sensitive breasts. They scrape my skin, and it's all I can do not to scream out his name. I tense my hands in his hair, struggling not to wiggle too much at my place on top of the counter. I inhale a shaky breath as Jake pushes aside the front of my underwear, moaning once more as he takes in the sight of my bare womanhood. I hear him unzip his pants, and glance down to see what he's doing. He grips his own member tightly in his fist, moving his hand up and down at what must be an agonizingly slow pace. With his other hand, he strokes my dripping slit, dipping a finger just barely past my entrance before drawing back and tracing around my hole. He stops towards the top, ghosting his fingers to my eagerly throbbing clit. He moans again, and Jeremy all but guffaws at the state the two of us are in.
“Jake, dude, you always get excited way too easily,” Jeremy grins. He pauses, offering me a coy quirk of his lips. “And I certainly didn’t expect to see you fall apart so easily,” he adds almost as an afterthought, taking my breasts into his hands. I shiver, offering him a halfhearted glare as he continues to fondle me. The bulge in his pants threatens to burst the button off of them, but he seems to be keeping his cool in spite of his arousal. I reach out, pressing my palm to the front of his jeans. He gasps softly, and Jake takes his turn to snicker.
“Gosh, Jeremy, it’s like you’ve never been touched by a woman before,” he says snidely, though Jeremy seems to pay little mind. He reaches down, slipping his jeans a bit lower on his hips to allow his member to spring free from its confines.
"Says the one touching himself, right now," Jeremy manages as I wrap my fingers around his length, giving him an experimental squeeze. He moans, a long and loud sound, and I'm surprised no one bursts in the bathroom to see what's going on. It's hard to focus on keeping my hand pumping in a steady rhythm while Jake is touching me so intimately, stroking my inner lips at an agonizingly languid pace. He returns his attention to my clit, and the strokes of my hand become somewhat more sloppy along Jeremy's shaft. For his part, Jeremy doesn't seem to mind the lack of experience too much. He simply ruts against my hand, jerking his hips to thrust against my palm. A small bead of what I can only guess is pre-ejaculate oozes from the tip of Jeremy's length, and he gasps for breath, glancing at his friend with a cocky grin. "How are ya coming along there, Jake?" He asks teasingly, and the dark haired man grumbles softly, jerking at his length more quickly.
"Just because I have more stamina," Jake manages, renewing his efforts to drive me to the edge. I'm shocked they can even find it in them to speak with the waves of pleasure I'm sure must be washing over them. It's all I can do to mewl helplessly as Jake focuses his attention on my aching nub. He meets my gaze, smiling toothily as he circles his finger around my clit. I cry out, shocking myself with the volume of my voice. Jeremy in turn groans, thrusting more rapidly as I tighten my grip on him. It seems he's growing very near the edge, and I brush the tip of my thumb against the slit on the crown of his member, smearing his precum across his length. Suddenly and abruptly, he thrusts into my hand a final time, crying out my name as strings and strings of his seed spurt against the mirror behind the sinks. Feeling proud of myself, I allow my hand to drop away from him as he grows limp, focusing on the attention I'm receiving. He shuffles to adjust himself, pulling his jeans back up and resting heavily against the bathroom counter. Jake smirks, nudging Jeremy a bit more to the side before ducking his head under my skirt.
"What are you," I begin, cutting myself off with a desperate moan. His tongue flicks out to meet my sensitive skin, and it's all I can do to keep from rocking against his face. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter so that he can get a better angle. Jeremy watches with obvious interest, though it's equally obvious that he's tuckered out. The only sound I'm able to make out above my cries is the sloppy sound of Jake thoroughly exploring my womanhood with his mouth. He wraps his lips around my clit, sucking loudly and fervently. I tense my hands in his hair, my nails pricking his scalp as I gyrate against him. It's all I can do to keep from shrieking at the intense pleasure, so intense it's almost painful. When I think I can rise no higher, something inside me almost seems to snap and I cry out his name as I come unwound. He continues to lap at me but at a more leisurely pace. I realize he's simply tasting me at this point, and I can't help but quiver. He draws away moments later, and I realize with a start that he's not been taken care of. I reach out to grasp him but our explorations of each other come to a stop when someone walks into the bathroom. We realize with a start that we had forgotten to lock the door. The shock jolts the boys away from me, but I simply shift my skirt back into place before hopping off of the counter. The person who walked in on us doesn't linger long enough for me to get a good look at them, but I can only curse the interruption. I grab my bra off the floor, as well as my top, shimmying into both of them.
"Maybe we can continue this another day," Jake suggests, trying to remain casual in spite of the obvious bulge in his jeans.
"Maybe," I allow, smirking faintly. Deciding that I've had enough fun for the day, I exchange numbers with Jake, and we make plans to meet up at their dorm later in the week. I know it's a risky move, the sort of behavior my father would definitely frown upon. However, I've never felt as alive as I do when I'm with the two athletes. I know they could have their pick of any girl, and I may be little more than a conquest for them, but as long as we're all having a good time, I don't see any issue with it. I press a kiss to each of their cheeks before slipping out of the bathroom, managing to remain casual in spite of the thought that anyone could guess what we'd been doing in that bathroom. Fortunately, the other patrons of the club seem to pay me little mind as I leave, the novelty of my appearance having worn off.
With a surge of excitement rushing through me at the idea of seeing the men again, I slip into my car and retouch my makeup before making my way back home. It's late, and my father will likely be furious, but I find myself taking a certain thrill in going against his wishes for once.
With how good it feels, there could be nothing wrong with that.
CHAPTER FOUR
I make no effort to hide my pseudo relationship with the two men. For now, it's fun seeing how heated my father gets when I mention that I'm going to hang out with the two of them. After our first little fling of sorts in the bathroom, I know that our meetings can only grow more intense from here. I find myself thrilled by the anticipation of meeting them over and over, the idea of them growing weary of me only crossing my mind on occasion. I know I should have more power over the situation, and I'm equally aware that the boys could spill our secret to the media at any given moment. However, I can only hope the fun we're having is enough to keep their mouths shut. They've given me no indication that they can't be trusted, but my previous experience with men is relatively sour. Still, my wariness isn't enough to stop me from seeing them as often as possible. We've not gone all the way yet, I'm not entirely sure I want to lose my virginity in a fling.
Yes, I know it's a b
it sad that I'm still a virgin. It's a rather unfortunate byproduct of an overprotective father. I've never had a real boyfriend, either. Hell, all the so-called friends I've had have only been using me for the publicity. My father is fine with me being used on an emotional level, but the moment I begin enjoying myself… it's unacceptable to him.
I find myself growing increasingly angry at my own thoughts, getting a bit too distracted from my school work. I know I must seem like a petty brat with daddy issues, but anyone could see how unfair my situation is. All the same, I'm putting him in his place for the time being. I won't let him ruin my fun with the handsome football stars.
Speaking of…
My phone dings to indicate a text, and I fumble for it for a moment before managing to swipe and unlock the screen. The text is rather lewd, and I feel myself reddening as I read the words. There's an undeniable throbbing between my thighs, and I can only struggle to come up with some sort of response that will incite a similar response from the two men. However, before I can properly formulate a reply, my father bursts into my room. It feels as if my face will burst into flames, and I tuck my phone in my pocket before turning to face him. The arousal I had felt has turned to ice, and I can only glower at the older man as he levels a glare at me.
"What do you want?" I inquire coolly, but it seems he's grown used to my attitude.
"Those boys are only using you for one thing," he says coldly, and I feel white hot fury wash over me.
"This again? Dad, we've had this conversation a dozen times. What I do with Jeremy and Jake is absolutely none of your business," I hiss, saving my homework and closing my laptop. He crosses his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed critically.
"It is my business when a couple of horny college kids are taking advantage of my daughter! You know I could make it much more difficult for you to see them! I didn't want to flaunt my power, but you're making this more difficult than it needs to be," he grates out. I can only bark out a bitter laugh, rising up from my computer chair and stalking towards him.
"Stop pretending this is because you care about me. Stop pretending to be a good father! The only reason you're concerned is because of your reputation! You did a good enough job ruining that yourself, anything I do is irrelevant at this point," I scream at him. He flinches, something akin to sadness flashing in his eyes before he steels himself.
"Regardless of what you think my motives are, I'm your father. Not only your father but the president of this country! You think I can't stop you? I've been too kind, thus far. I'm putting my foot down this time. I forbid you from seeing either of those boys," he snarls. My eyes widen in shock, and I tense my fists at my side. It takes all of my willpower not to strike him, but even I know that would be going too far.
"Get out of my room," I say icily, and he parts his lips to retort. I'm swift to interrupt him, however. "Get out," I shriek, and he seems resigned to the fact that his poster child of a daughter is no more. He turns his back to me, stalking to the door. He lingers at the door frame for a moment, speaking so quietly that I can barely hear him.
"Whether you believe it or not, I'm doing this because I love you. I don't want to see you hurt. If that makes me a bad father in your eyes, then… so be it," he mutters, stepping out the door and pulling it closed behind him. I stare at the door for a moment before screaming in a blind rage. I lurch to my feet, grabbing my keys with the full intent to get out of this hellhole. I bolt out my door, quickly shuffling down the stairs and out the front door. I stalk towards my car, irritated to see one of my father's secret service agents watching my every move. I narrow my eyes at him, and though I can't see his expression past his dark sunglasses, he seems apathetic to my fury.
"Am I at least allowed to tell them I'm no longer permitted to see them? It would be rather cruel to leave them in the dark, don't you think?" I say icily. He parts his lips to retort but straightens and falls silent as a shadow falls over us. Fully prepared for another fight with my father, I wheel around to face him. However, I'm only faced with the sympathetic face of my mother.
"Claude, let her go. I know my husband gave you a direct order, but… for me?" She implores. He looks more than mildly uncomfortable, awkwardly shuffling his feet. "She just needs to let the boys that she can't be seen with them anymore," she says, meeting my gaze and offering me a sly wink that the agent seems to miss. He hesitates for a moment longer before breathing a resigned sigh.
"Alright," he says, voice laced with defeat. I grin, blowing a kiss to my mother before slipping into my car. Her words wash over me, and I make note of how she phrased her statement. I simply can't be seen with the two anymore. If I were to continue seeing them privately, however…
With that comforting thought in mind, I drive in the direction of the college campus, intent upon meeting them in their dorms. I have no idea how they'll react to the news and the fact that they can't go around telling their friend they've been fooling around with the president's daughter. Granted, I don't know how much of that they've been doing, but I can only imagine.
I pull up to the college campus, checking my clock and realizing they'll be at football practice. I shut off my car, gathering my bag and slipping out of my car. I walk the familiar path to the football field, spotting them in the distance. Once I'm close enough, I wave to catch their attention. They exchange brief words with their teammates before approaching me, smiling warmly.
"...is something wrong? It looks like you've been crying," Jake implores, reaching out to touch my arm. I draw away, offering him an apologetic look.
"I actually really need to talk to you. Both of you. Can you blow off practice?" I inquire bleakly. They exchange an unreadable look before each of them takes me by the arm, leading me to their dorm. Once we're in the safety and privacy of their room, I choke out a cry. Their eyes are wide and uncomprehending, and I know they can only be wondering what has me so upset.
"Tara…? Did something happen?" Jeremy asks carefully, and I avert my eyes, feeling foolish for being so upset. It's just a fling, but I have found myself growing more and more attached to the two men in the time we've been hanging out.
"My father said I can't see you anymore," I begin, and their expressions drop immediately. "He could make all of our lives a living hell if we're seen in public together. I don't want the two of you to have to deal with him. It's bad enough that I have to," I mutter.
"B-but Tara," Jake begins, an unexpectedly pained expression on his face.
"That's why… if you're willing to try it, we could simply… avoid being seen in public together. On the surface, we've parted ways, but no one has to know what we do behind closed doors, right?" I say desperately. I can only hope they'll agree, in spite of how unfair the entire situation is.
"...Is there even a question?" Jeremy grins, putting my mind at east. Jake smiles as well, rubbing my arm.
"If we have to see you in secret, we will. As long as we get to see you," he murmurs. I draw both of them into my arms, nestling my face against Jake's shoulder. I spend a few hours at their dorm, but when it gets a bit too late, I retreat home. My father is nowhere to be seen, so I can only hope my plan went off without a hitch.
CHAPTER FIVE
With school back in full swing, my father couldn't really ask that I remain home at all times. Not when I have classes, anyway. It makes it much easier to pursue my two athletic lovers in secrecy. Though my father is slightly more content with the misguided knowledge that I'm not seeing them anymore, he's still been rather harsh on me. I can only attribute it to the upcoming election cycle and though we exchange no words, it's an unspoken agreement that I'll behave while he's campaigning. Though he's not the best father in the world, I don't want him to lose the election due to my actions.
It doesn't stop me from leading a double life, however, which is easier than one may think. It was a struggle to come up with a reason to stay late at school, but Jake came up with the idea of a ‘study group'. It's been a brilliant idea from the start, and when I tol
d my father, he was thrilled that I had decided to focus on my studies once more. I count myself lucky that he didn't ask who I was studying with. I'd lost touch with most of my so-called friends in college, and though they had made an effort to get on my good side once more, I was not so easily won over. All the same, under the guise of the study group I've only grown closer to the two men who I'm beginning to realize I may like a bit more than I should. Though most of our time in their dorm room is spent fooling around or had initially been, they'd been treating me more like a friend. Dare I say, they were even beginning to treat me more like a girlfriend? I've struggled to ignore that thought, knowing it's a useless notion to fall in love with either of them, let alone both of them. I know it's not the most conventional of situations, but I can't see my future without either of the men.
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