Kevin sat on the edge of the bed, the soft blue sheets rumpling under his thighs.
A towel clutched tightly around his waist—the one the girl with glasses had thrust at him in a flustered panic after his naked arrival.
Water still dripped from his dark hair, trailing cool paths down his neck and chest, making his skin prickle in the room's warmer air.
Across from him, the girl perched on a chair against the wall, her legs crossed tightly, fingers twisting a strand of her dark hair around one digit in endless loops.
The silence stretched thick and heavy, both their faces burning with heat. His from the shock of being yanked mid-shower, hers from that split-second view of his bare body, cock hanging heavy and exposed before he'd covered up.
She looked every bit like the shy type out of the trio he'd glimpsed before: glasses slightly askew, purple eyes darting anywhere but at him, her oversized sweater swallowing her frame while those leggings clung to her hips like a second skin.
Kevin shifted, the towel tenting just a fraction as his mind replayed the steam-filled fantasy of Ava, now clashing with this new girl's innocent blush. Fuck, why did the summons always hit when he was most vulnerable?
The quiet dragged on, broken only by the faint tick of a clock somewhere in the room. The girl's cheeks stayed flushed, her hair-twirling picking up speed, like she was winding up the courage to speak. Finally, she cleared her throat, voice soft and stammering.
"I-I'm really sorry about... summoning you like that. I didn't think—I mean, the spell just... pulled you straight from wherever. Bathing? Oh god, that must've been mortifying."
Kevin managed a half-smile, rubbing the back of his neck, the motion pulling the towel a bit looser against his abs.
"It's… okay? Weird as hell, but I've dealt with it since this whole thing started. So... what do you want? Reason you called me here?'
She hesitated, biting her lower lip, those purple eyes flicking up to his face for a heartbeat before dropping again. Her fingers stilled on her hair, then she straightened a touch.
"Right. Um, introductions first, maybe? I'm Emily Saunders."
'Kevin Dixon,' he replied, voice steady despite the awkward thrum in his veins. The name hung there, and silence crept back in, thicker now, charged with unspoken tension. He could see her pulse fluttering at her throat, the way her thighs pressed together in the chair.
Emily broke it again, words tumbling out in a rush.
"I talked to Ava after... you know, what happened between you two. She told me everything—how she teased you, pushed you right to the edge. She's always the boldest out of us three, you know? Takes charge like it's nothing. And she mentioned the game that we all will be playing, testing limits before... well, the real stuff. Oh, and that you're a virgin, just like us.'
Kevin's brows shot up, a flush creeping up his own neck.
"Yeah, that 'game'—it's pretty petty, if you ask me. Feels like blue-balling torture."
Her eyes widened behind the glasses, but a small, surprising smile tugged at her lips, shy yet edged with something wicked.
"Petty? I think it's fun. Kinda thrilling, building up all that heat without jumping straight in."
He stared, caught off guard by the contrast—her blushing face, that soft voice admitting it so casually.
"Fun, huh? Didn't peg you for the type."
Emily's gaze dropped lower, tracing the lines of his chest, the way the towel draped over his lean muscles, honed from casual gym sessions and now glistening faintly from the shower residue.
"Your body's... impressive. Those lean muscles… So attractive. Tempting, really. Makes it hard not to stare."
"Uh, thanks," Kevin muttered, heat flooding his face and groin in equal measure. The compliment hung heavy, her words painting his skin with invisible touches, and he felt himself thickening beneath the fabric, the towel straining just a bit.
She leaned forward slightly, elbows on her knees, voice dropping to a husky whisper as the conversation veered bolder.
"And... I caught a glimpse of your cock when you first appeared. Just for a second, but... I've never seen a naked man before. Not up close, not like that. It was... big. Thick. Made my stomach flip in the best way."
"Uh…" Kevin swallowed hard, his erection now impossible to ignore, pushing insistently against the towel's confines. The room felt smaller, air thicker with her confession, her purple eyes lingering on the growing bulge.'
But she kept going, words spilling faster, breath quickening as if voicing it stoked her own fire.
"I've always fantasized about it, you know? Tasting a man's cock. Wrapping my lips around something so hard and hot, feeling it throb on my tongue. Sucking slowly at first, then deeper, until it's sliding down my throat, all salty and pulsing. God, the thought makes me so wet—imagining your hands in my hair, guiding me, fucking my mouth while I gag and drool, desperate for every drop."
Her breathing grew ragged, chest rising and falling under the sweater, nipples pebbling visibly against the fabric.
Those purple eyes descended fully now, locking onto the towel's tent, where his shaft strained, pre-cum likely beading at the tip from her raw words.
Kevin's balls ached, cock fully hard and leaking, the fantasy of her innocent mouth stretched around him crashing through his mind—her glasses fogging as she bobbed, tongue swirling the underside, humming vibrations straight to his core.
Then, Emily stood without a word, face flushed deep crimson, wild desire burning in her gaze like hidden flames finally igniting. She started walking, steps deliberate, hips swaying as she closed the distance to the bed, and between them.