“Oh, yeah! Two floors down, women on the right. Did you have fun?” Candi asked. She wasn't out of breath at all, and her Playboy-perfect make-up was completely in tact.
“Yeah, it was great. I'm really surprised at how hard it all is!” Katya exclaimed.
“Uh-huh, everyone always is, their first time. I hope you get to come back, I love getting new students,” Candi said.
“I'd love to come back, that would be awesome.”
“Yay! There's some fliers by the door, grab one. Tell Eden I said bye!”
Katya waved goodbye and made her way to the locker rooms. She wasn't the biggest fan of showering in public places, but she really was gross and sticky with sweat. She decided it was worth it and she shoved all her clothing into a locker before wrapping her gym towel around her body. Thankfully, that locker room had shower stalls, each with individual curtains. Only one other stall was in use, but otherwise, the whole room was empty. She hurried into a stall, then after she shut the curtain behind her, she hung her towel over it and turned on the water.
She stood under the spray forever, letting the hot water soak into muscles that she just knew were going to hurt in the morning. Then when she remembered Liam was probably waiting for her outside, she finally turned the water off. The locker room was eerily quiet, the other user must have left. She wrung out her hair as best she could, then wrapped her towel back around her body. Once she had it secured, she yanked back the curtain and stepped out of the shower.
“Took you long enough.”
Katya shrieked, leaping back into the stall. She almost went down, slipping on the wet tiles, and she gripped onto the curtain with one hand while holding up her towel with the other. Liam was directly across from her stall, leaning back against a sink.
“What do you think you're doing!?” she demanded, finally pulling herself upright.
“Waiting for you, like I said I would,” he said.
“Yeah, but you can't wait in here! This is the women's locker room,” she hissed.
“Oh my god, it is!? I can't believe it!”
“Get out. Get out right now, before we get in trouble.”
“Angel cake,” he chuckled, pushing away from the sink. “We're all alone in here. Who's going to tattletale on me? You?”
“Someone could come in!” Katya insisted.
“Hmmm, good point. Maybe we should hide.”
He was crowding in close, forcing her even farther back into the stall. The faucet knobs hit her in the spine and she gasped when he pulled the curtain shut behind them.
“Stop it, I'm not hiding in a shower with you. Just get out, then I can change, and then we can go,” she said, pressing a hand against his chest when he took another step forward.
“You were amazing,” he said, covering her hand with his own. She blinked up at him.
“Huh?”
“Up there. I came back, and you were so into it. I never imagined you'd be so good at it,” he explained, his eyes raking over her semi-naked form.
“Oh. Um. Thank you?” she offered.
“I mean, I've seen you do some pretty hot moves,” he said, and she could feel herself blushing yet again. “But now I'm curious as to how hot you can really get.”
“It was just exercising, Liam. You thought I wouldn't do it, I did, it's done with. Over.”
“Oh no. No, I don't think so.”
Katya honestly had no intention of ever sleeping with Liam again. It had been a one time adventure. Like strip-aerobics – something new and fun and different, but probably best not to repeat, or something bad might happen. Someone might get injured.
Liam had no such fears, however, and he continued crowding her till her back was pressed up against the tiles. She held still when he bent his head down to kiss her, bit back a moan when his tongue was swirling through her mouth. She felt bad – but only because what they were doing didn't feel bad at all. Shouldn't it? She'd been taught all her life that good girls didn't behave like that – but Katya was an exceptionally good girl, and she didn't feel bad at all.
Yet part of her still clung to those societal standards and those gender roles that had been driven into her head. Liam's fingers were at the top of her towel, and as he always did, he hesitated. Waited for some signal of permission. For the first time, she was reluctant to give it to him.
“I feel like … like this is wrong,” she whispered.
“Oh, no,” he moaned. “Baby, what about right now could possibly feel wrong?”
He had an excellent point.
“You don't think I'm acting like a slut?”
“Katya, of the two of us, I'm the slut. Do you have a problem with me being that way?”
“No.”
“Then why the fuck do you have a problem with you being that way? You're giving me more respect than you're giving yourself, it's insane. No, you're not a slut. You wouldn't know how to be one if you tried. You're just a woman enjoying her body with a man who would also like to enjoy it – and there is nothing wrong with that, whatsoever.”
Impossible logic to argue with – in fact, she'd been won over by the end of the first sentence. He'd barely finished speaking when she pushed away from the wall, forcing herself into his space. She yanked his head down so they could kiss again and he took that as all the permission he needed.
The towel was jerked away so fast, it left a friction burn in its wake. She hissed into his mouth and began pulling apart his belt. Liam didn't waste a second, he was pulling off his shirt and stepping out of his shoes at the same time. She figured he must've been feeling what she felt – if they didn't hurry, old-Katya would keep opening her mouth, trying to stop them. So when she had his pants pulled away and was working on getting them past his hips, he stopped playing around and picked her up.
“God, we should not be doing this here,” she groaned, letting her head fall back as he shoved her into the wall. All his weight came down on her, pinning her into place.
“Please – it's tile, there's running water, we can shower afterwards. Name a better place,” he challenged. She started laughing, but then two very long fingers were thrusting in and out of her body, robbing her of words and breath.
“Yes, please, thank you,” she murmured into his hair. He had his head bowed forward, his teeth nibbling at the edge of her collar bone.
“So polite. So sweet and innocent and wholesome and so very, very wet, Katya,” he whispered. “Slick and smooth and tight. I have been dreaming about this moment, so thank you.”
Shyness was gone. She was panting and moaning loudly, begging him to fuck her. A gentleman at his core, of course he complied, but when he moved his hand to push his pants further down, he lost his balance. He now had a human weight at his front, and Katya shrieked as they slid to the right. They crashed into the pipes and he grabbed a faucet to keep them from falling. It spun under his hand and water shot out from above them. She couldn't help it, she started laughing.
“What was that you said about being very wet?”
“Just stop - it's only cute when I'm punny.”
“Ha ha.”
“Time to be quiet now. I'm trying to fuck you and your giggle fits are ruining the mood.”
She laughed harder.
He eventually moved them out of the spray, back to their original spot, and was able to plant his feet while she worked her hand between their bodies. They both grabbed his dick at the same and both groaned out loud, their hands slippery and moving over each other while stroking him. She loved the feeling of power that came with holding his length in her hand, but they didn't have that kind of time. He moved in even closer, his chest flush to hers, and she bit into his shoulder as she slid onto his length.
“You're so ...” she gasped, holding onto him tightly while he adjusted his stance.
“Amazing? Handsome? Huge? Good at this?”
“All of the above.”
She'd always figured sex while standing up would be awkward. Having to find the right angle, the g
uy having to hold all the weight, yet also thrust, gravity working against them, so many things. She'd never even wanted to try it, it had seemed like a waste of time.
She was glad she'd waited till Liam, because it was perfect for the two of them. She was on the tall side at five-foot-six, but she was very slender. Liam was lanky, as well as built – he was able to hold up her tiny frame, no problem. Strong enough that he could pin her in place, tall enough that he could thrust upwards at a perfect angle, and his dick big enough that he could hit all the right spots.
And even better, in her mind, was the fact that she couldn't really do anything in return. She could only receive. She was being held in place, and she was being fucked. It was glorious. The steam was rising around them, sweat was mingling with water, and she wasn't taking in oxygen anymore. Only him.
“Fuck,” she finally managed words. “Too soon. It's too good.”
“No such thing,” he was breathing hard as his hips slammed against her, over and over again.
“But I'm gonna come,” she warned him. Words that had embarrassed her once upon time, now falling so easily from her lips.
A good against-the-wall fucking will do that to me, I guess.
“Yes, please, baby, come again. I want to feel this pussy come again, need to feel that on my cock,” he begged.
“Oh god. Oh my god. Holy shit. Oh my god.”
“Just let go,” he whispered. “Just fucking come for me. Come so fucking hard for me.”
She hadn't really needed to be told twice, but his dirty talk turned her on so much, she still appreciated it. She also did as instructed, coming so hard she elicited a shout from him. All her muscles clamped down and she shrieked. He yelled again and she vaguely realized she'd startled his own orgasm out of him. She could feel all his muscles tensing up with the effort to hold her in place. She should've been concerned about him dropping her, or them both falling, but she didn't care. She even went limp in his arms, basking in the aftershocks of a humongous orgasm.
She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, both of them desperately trying to breathe in the steamy air. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore, and Liam sat in the bottom of the shower, Katya still wrapped round him. After a couple minutes, though, the hot water became too much for her. She kissed her way across his chest as she backed off him.
“That,” she sighed, dragging her teeth over his nipple. “Was amazing.”
“No,” he argued, cupping one of her breasts. “You're amazing. Now help me up.”
They adjusted the temperature of the water and rinsed off together. Katya started laughing when she realized all of Liam's clothes were in the shower with them – he even still had his pants around his ankles. She continued laughing when he put all the wet clothing back on and walked out of the stall.
They trekked onto the BART together, joking around and teasing each other. They were both standing up near a door, clinging to hanging straps, and when he kissed her, she didn't care that they were in a very public setting. That he was soaking wet and they were making other passengers uncomfortable. She kissed him back just as hard, and they made out the rest of the way home.
Only a big shindig at the club had Liam pulling away at her front door. He hugged her goodbye, which oddly felt more intimate than anything they'd shared just an hour before – sex was just sex. A hug, that was kinship. Friendship. She squeezed him hard, but wondered what exactly it all meant.
Wait. I'm dating Wulf. And am apparently friends-with-benefits with Liam. How is any of this a good idea!?
*
“I think something's wrong with me,” Katya whispered.
“Huh? Did you say something?” Tori asked, turning away from the pot of boiling water.
Monday was Katya's day off. It wasn't usually Tori's, but when Katya had crawled out of bed around noon, still sore from her strip-aerobics work out – and the workout she got in the shower – the other girl had been puttering around the apartment. She'd come home early to check on her friend, she'd said, but then after seeing her, Tori had decided to stay home.
“This isn't normal,” Katya cleared her throat and spoke up.
“What isn't normal?” Tori asked, adding pasta to the water before heading back to the kitchen table.
“This. What I'm doing.”
“Which is ...”
“Dating one guy while sleeping with another.”
“Oh, you're still on about that.”
“Because it's not normal!” Katya yelled. “I thought I didn't want to sleep with Liam again, but it just … happened. How is that possible!? Like, it's not like 'oops, I ate this whole bag of chips on my own' or 'oops, I went the wrong way down a one-way street', or something. 'Oops, I fell on this dudes dick, over and over, for thirty minutes straight' – even I know it doesn't work like that!”
“I'm sorry, I honestly don't see what the problem is,” Tori said. “You're complaining about two good looking, nice guys wanting to bang you. Actually banging you. Talk about a problem I'd like to have.”
“But it's weird for me. It's like when I'm with Wulf, he is literally all I can think about. All I can focus on. Seriously, everything just stops existing – my career, my goals, Liam, everything. But then when I'm with Liam, he's just so fun and nice and sexy. It's like I can't help myself,” Katya tried to explain.
“So why bother? I'm being serious. You said you've told both guys about each other, and neither of them flipped out. If anything, Liam encourages your relationship with Wulf. If they're both okay with it, why shouldn't you be? Have fun, be young and reckless. When you get tired of one, drop him and focus on the other,” Tori said.
“I guess it just feels wrong. And I had this thought ...”
“Oh god. When you think, I get scared.”
“I'm worried I'm a bad person, because while I like being with Liam, and sex with him is sort of bizarre and new and different and all that jazz, I worry that I'm using him,” Katya said.
“How do you mean?”
“Well … okay, for instance. That date I just had with Wulf? I was nervous and freaked out. But then I was like wait a minute, I did the whole sex-kitten routine on Liam, and it worked, so why not try it on Wulf? And after our hot shower sex escapade, after I got home, I kept thinking … wow, I have to try some of those strip-aerobics moves on Wulf. I have to have sex in the shower with Wulf. It's like Liam is my practice dummy – Wulf is the real deal. That's so fucked up!” Katya finished explaining.
“Okay, so normally, I'd agree with you, except one little thing – Liam knows all this. You guys talked about it the other night when he was here, about him being like your Jedi master and how the other guy should be thanking him for making you so freaky now. You're not dating Liam – you're dating Wulf. Liam is well aware of all of this,” Tori said.
Katya glared at the table while she picked at the label on her beer bottle. It was all true, but that didn't mean Katya felt good about it. She was still hung up on the fact that sleeping with two men at once was … wrong. She felt like she was doing something bad. Wrong. Like she was a slut.
And why does thinking all those things get me so hot!? I'm broken. Liam cracked me, and Wulf broke me, right down the middle.
“Maybe I'll just go over it with him again, just to be sure,” Katya mumbled. Tori groaned.
“Why!? You're just gonna scare him away, Katya. You push people away! Just let him be your friend. Let him sexify you and turn you out, and then use those tricks to catch you a wolf, okay?”
“But I still feel like being with two men at the same time is -”
“Just stop it right now,” Tori's voice suddenly got serious, and she was pointing her finger in Katya's face. “When George Clooney or James Franco or whatever famous slutty dude wants to bang however many chicks, no one cares. But you sleep with two guys, who both say it's okay and give you approval to do so, and you still feel guilty. That's what's fucked with society. There is nothing wrong with what you're doing. You're not hurtin
g anyone. You're actually making people feel good. Jesus, you're finally feeling good. If you honestly feel like it's wrong, then fine, stop. But if you like what's going on, you like sleeping with both of them, then fuck it. Ride this train for as long as you can, cause the only one who is going to stop it, is you.”
Katya stared at her friend for a couple moments. Tori was rarely ever serious. If anything, Katya was the level-headed “adult” between the two of them. Tori dated lots of men and slept around. Katya had never thought less of her because of it, but for whatever reason, she held herself to a different standard. Why? She shook her head and managed a laugh.
“I don't give you enough credit, I swear. You're beautiful and smart. I should listen to you more often,” she sighed.
“Duh. Oh, pasta!” Tori leapt out of her chair and hurried to the stove, stirring at the pot that was threatening to boil over.
“What about the garlic bread?” Katya asked, glancing at the loaf that was sitting on the counter.
“Oh, this fucking oven is broken again!” Tori growled, kicking at the front of the stove.
“Again?”
“Yeah! And I'm positive it's dead – you can't fix it this time.”
“I could try -”
“No,” Tori interrupted. “It's not your job to fix it. It's the management companies job to fix it, and have they ever? No. It's ridiculous. You're a fucking baker, and you can't bake in your own home.”
“I'll talk to Liam.”
“Good. Tell him how shitty they are about fixing stuff.”
They were silent for a while. Tori puttered around, straining the noodles and leaving the colander in the sink before moving onto the sauce. Katya stared at the broken stove for a while, mourning the scones she'd been planning to make. Then her mind went back to what they'd been talking about and she heaved a big sigh.
“Soooo … if you were me, you'd keep seeing them both?”
“Honey, if I were you, I wouldn't be sitting here right now. I'd be in the middle of a sexy-man-sandwich,” Tori snorted.
“Okay, that's definitely not happening for me.”
“Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it.”
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