Sofie
Once I’m dressed, I wait for my ride.
From experience, I know it’ll be another limo. A girl could definitely get used to being treated like a fucking celebrity.
This time, the luxury vehicle is white. I’m almost disappointed. The fucking pink one had been fucking fantastic.
Perhaps it was white because Lucas ordered it. I get the distinct impression Lucas is the most conservative of the three.
Although you could hardly say that any of them are fucking conservative. I mean, dating the same girl alone is anything but conservative.
Unlike the previous limo driver, this one is an older man. But he’s in uniform, and he’s polite. He opens the door for me and invites me to pour myself a drink.
If I make this a habit, I may turn into a fucking alcoholic. I don’t think I’ve ever drunk this much champagne before.
Greg was not one to spoil me, not in the champagne department, or anywhere else, for that matter.
I sigh and sink into the white leather seat of the limo.
The driver is so fucking skilled, I barely feel we’re moving. Wow.
I glance out into the world and count my lucky stars.
Sure, there’s dickhead Greg, who seems hell-bent on making my life a fucking misery, but apart from him, life is pretty fucking fantastic.
How many girls get picked up by limo to go to their date?
My thoughts return to the massive bunch of red roses sitting in my bedroom. Not many girls would receive so many roses, either.
I decide to pour myself a drink. The bubbles play with my taste buds. I love the coolness as they bounce across my tongue before they disappear down my throat.
My head rests against the back of the seat, and I cross my legs.
As I do so, my skirt rides up.
I’m grinning already.
A date with my boys, my gorgeous Greek Gods, is what awaits me. Not to mention a fucking good fuck.
Greg. My thoughts stray to Greg. I never looked forward to sex with Greg.
Stop it, I scold myself. That dickhead does not deserve any airtime in my brain. Instead, I should be thinking of my boys.
My boys.
Lucas. Oliver. Elijah.
All mine.
Those words are music to my ears.
As I sip on my cool drink, I replay some of the highlights. Like the previews on a movie, I replay the best bits. Although, pretty much all of the fucking sex we’ve had has been fucking outstanding.
Reliving the best bits makes me horny, and I start to feel the juices flow between my legs.
When the car pulls up outside Lucas’ house, I can’t wait to see them.
It’s my driver who opens the door for me, and I gawk at the house. It looks to be two storeys high and way too big for just one person.
Unsure of what to do, I hover by the car. Just then my driver turns to me and says, “Please follow me.”
Up at the house, he rings the doorbell.
I count.
One. Two. Three.
Lucas opens up.
“Finally.” He smiles at me while his eyes undress me.
“What’s the rush?” Almost lead by an invisible force, my eyes travel downward. “You don’t look in urgent need of assistance.” I continue and see Lucas’ grin widen.
He clears his throat before he dismisses his driver. Then he turns to me.
“Dinner. We’re waiting for you to have dinner with us.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Sure you are.”
As we walk, he slaps me on the ass.
“Someone’s a little cheeky today,” he comments, and we both laugh as we walk into the dining room.
In all my life, I’ve never been to a room of this size. It looks bigger than a tennis court. There are various works of art on the wall, and in the centre of it is a massive dining room table. It seats at least thirty people, if not more.
Briefly, I think of all the things we could do in this room, particularly with a table of this size, but I notice it’s set for dinner. The fun will clearly have to wait till a little later.
Oliver pulls out a chair for me, and Eli places one of those oversized starched white napkins in my lap. In the process, his fingers brush against my thigh.
Instantly, tiny electric shock waves pulse through my body. My pussy throbs.
Lucas fills our glasses with wine, and I watch as the boys raise their glass.
“To our Sofie,” they say in unison, and I feel myself blush.
Our Sofie.
Fuck.
Powerful fucking words.
Unable to respond, I simply nod in appreciation and raise my own glass.
A waiter comes through a door and serves our entree. My jaw hits the ground.
Fancy having enough money to hire your own fucking chef and waiter for the night.
No, wait. I bet the chef and waiter are permanent fixtures in this house.
Wide-eyed, I watch the man skilfully balance four plates on one arm. What a fucking genius. I can barely balance two fucking plates on one arm.
What am I talking about? I can’t balance two plates on one arm. I can only carry one plate in one hand.
In front of me are small round balls.
Gently, I prod my fork into them.
I’m not sure, but they may be cheese balls?
“Look at these little suckers.” Oliver laughs as he stabs one and puts it in his mouth.
I lick my lips.
“I know what I’d be doing with balls,” I say and look from one to the other.
All eyes are on me as my tongue moves from left to right on my bottom lip.
“Sofie,” growls Eli, and Lucas laughs.
“She can have mine first,” Oliver volunteers, and Eli rolls his eyes.
When I’ve finished what’s on my plate, the waiter wastes no time to clear the table.
I can’t wait to fucking find out what’s the main course.
While we wait, I play with my knife.
“So,” I start and look from one to the other. “How was everyone’s day? Anything interesting happen?”
“I hope the interesting part will be happening tonight.” Eli responds and the other two add a resounding ‘Hear, hear’.
“Really?” I raise one eyebrow.
Eli nods.
“And how exactly do you think the evening might turn out interesting?”
As I speak, I lean a little forward. My dress, with a zipper at the front, is zipped up to some point between my tits. For a formal occasion, no doubt a little low.
“Well,” Oliver to my right replies, and I feel his hands on my thigh. “With any luck, our dinner companion will have plenty of ideas and suggestions.”
Now I raise the other eyebrow. “He or she sounds…interesting. When will she be coming?”
Lucas chuckles.
The waiter returns, and a laugh escapes my lips as I see the most enormous barbequed sausages with mashed potato on the dinner plates.
My eyes are fixed on the dark brown, still slightly sizzling meat.
“Now here’s what I call a juicy bit of meat.” I take my index finger and rub along the sausage before putting my finger in my mouth to suck on it. After a while, I release it with a loud pop.
Six eyes are glued to my every action.
Groans soon follow.
“Yum,” I mutter and do it again. “But I wonder if there are other delicacies waiting for me?”
“Bloody fucking oath there are,” grunts Eli, and I can practically see his fucking massive cock try and force his way out of the tightness of his trousers.
I giggle.
“Really?” I pretend to be all ears. “Do elaborate on those delicacies.” I invite and pick up the sausage with my fingers to start sucking on it.
Deliberately I use my tongue to lick the sides as I have the tip of the sausage inside my mouth.
“Fuck, Sofie.” Lucas mutters through clenched teeth.
When we’re finished, Eli announces we’re retiring to the movie theater.
“You’re kidding?” I try and hide my disappointment. Dinner and movie seems such a lame date, considering the caliber of men I’m dating.
Lucas leads the way, and I follow.
“It’s not just any movie, though,” mumbles Oliver into my ear, and I feel his hand rest easily on my ass.
His touch sends electric shock waves through me.
The movie theater is like a real movie theater—only it’s in Lucas’ home and not in a public place.
Oliver dims the lights. Eli leads to a massive beanbag-type multi-seat sofa. Lucas turns a switch and the movie starts.
I suck in my breath and can’t believe what I’m seeing.
And now I know what movie we’re going to be watching.
Fuck.
If I was horny before, I’m now super horny and can’t wait for one of them, or all of them, to start fucking touching me.
And I need their fucking massive cocks to play with.
“Tonight’s movie has a super star in the main role,” announces Eli, and the other two applaud.
“Lady,” Oliver bows in front of me, “and gentlemen. Let’s roll Sofie’s movie.”