When Whit told me that I’d be with him for today, I saw Zane get annoyed. Maybe they were arguing about who gets to have me first? I’m probably turning molehills into mountains, but I like the idea of both of them wanting me. It’s thrilling in a perverse kind of way. Probably a bit narcissistic. When my Dad said I’d be spending most of my time with Zane and Whit, I was kind of thrilled – and this was before I even knew how hot they had gotten.

We get to Whit’s office and he has me filing. It’s uneventful work, but it keeps me on my toes. Basically, I’m just organizing everything alphabetically by last name. So easy. It’s so easy, a kindergartener can do it. It’s so easy, I’m about to just turn my brain off. While getting all the files put away, I realize the sheer amount of them there are. I’m amazed at how many clients the firm has. I knew my Dad did a lot, but I never really knew how many. Either way, it’s dull work.

I’m reaching up and down sticking documents into files and files into shelves. Because of all this moving around, I’m pretty sure every time I bend over, Whit is taking a good, long look at my ass. I know my skirt is long enough to keep him from seeing my underwear. I do have a great ass – I won’t deny what I like about my body – but it doesn’t make me any less self-conscious. While I may be unable to avoid the stares, I vow to wear pants every day from now on. And maybe if I keep my clothes baggy, it’ll leave it all up to their imagination – that way we can all be in the same boat of unfulfilled fantasies

***

Whit makes me file all day. I try and keep a chipper attitude, smiling whenever he looks at me, but I’m shit at faking non-boredom. I start thinking I could just quit the internship. I’m just here because my Dad wants me here. Even this morning, getting ready for my first day of work, there was a small sense of dread. Nothing too crazy or depressing, more of a ‘why am I doing this?’  But I know if I leave, Dad will be so disappointed. When we spoke about me working at Bingham Law Offices, he was so excited. He really wants me to transition into working at the firm once he’s retired. I could probably do this for the summer, but as my all the time career? I don’t think I can fake it for that long.

But also, if I quit now, I won’t be able to get to know Zane and Whit better. There’s no other reason for me to spend so much time around them – this is basically it. I know that shouldn’t be my driving force for working here, but it’s at least something to look forward to. Their faces and raw sexual energy are worth getting excited over. It’s a dangerous thought. I mean, it’s not like Whit or Zane have outright done anything to make me feel this way – they’ve been so god damn polite that from an outside prospective, no one would think either one was coming on to me. So, it could all just be in my head…

However, when Whit’s eyes are on me, I feel this underlying hunger lurking. He has to want something from me. And whenever we talk, there’s definitely a sexual undertone. There are too many signs for it to all be in my head. He hasn’t even touched me in a platonic way and I’m already all hot and bothered by this man! And tomorrow I have to work with Zane! Maybe he’ll be a little less sexually charged? One can only hope. If not, my poor, poor underwear. I’ll be soaked through every day…

It’s almost time to go and I’m sitting at my desk, just outside Zane and Whit’s offices, sending out some end of the day emails. I’m doing my best to stay completely focused on my computer screen, but there’s an overwhelming presence behind me and when I look up and twist my head, both Zane and Whit are looking down at me. I have no idea how long they’ve been there and I’m not sure I want to know. I didn’t even hear them walk up to me. My eyes skip between them, but neither is talking.

“Yes, sir – sirs?”

Whit cocks an eyebrow and Zane clears his throat. My teeth bite down on my bottom lip as my desire fills me up like I’m a balloon.

“Whit told me you did a really good job today,” Zane says, his eyes hot and roaming all over my body. “He said that he worked you hard, but you were able to keep up with everything he asked for.”

Zane’s wording is awkward. It could just be how he talks – it doesn’t necessarily have to be sexual, but I think my brain has some kind of convertor that makes everything that Zane and Whit say into some type of innuendo.

“I don’t think he asked for too much from me,” I sound like a mouse, my voice is so quiet and tiny – at least I’m not all breathy. Quiet and tiny can be attributed to being nervous. Breathy, now that’s – that connects better to either too much physical activity or sexual arousal and I haven’t been running around a bunch, lately. But regardless, I want to be more assertive and show these guys that I have an ounce of agency, but that currently isn’t in the cards because I’m so turned on I can’t get my head on straight.

The boys smirk at my comment and this time Whit comments, “Well, then we’ll just have to work you a lot harder next time, won’t we?”

There’s a fire behind their eyes and I’m so transfixed that I nod at the suggestion of more work for myself. They don’t make it sound like work, they make it sound like sex – and I’d be down for any sexual contact with them. I bring my eyes to the floor, embarrassed that a thought like that crossed my mind while we’re all talking.

“No need to work overtime – especially, on your first day. We’ll see you tomorrow at nine?” Zane says, shuffling his feet.

“Yes.” I keep my voice steady this time and I’m proud. Maybe I can fake it till I make it.

***

I get home to my place, the guesthouse behind my Dad’s house, and close the door a little too hard behind me. I’m really happy Dad let me live here. It took some convincing, but I told him I was an adult and I needed my privacy. He threw up his hands and told me he understood.

Walking into my place, I’m so tense, my sexual energy is about to burst from my body. I need to find something to do with my hands. I pull down my skirt and leave it on the living room floor before collapsing on the couch. I tap my foot against the armrest for a few seconds and then realize I need to release all the tension in my body.

I sit myself up and undo the buttons of my blouse, letting one side fall off my shoulder. I let my fingers graze on my skin before going to my bra. It has a front clasp that I undo, exposing my peaked nipples. They’ve been hard ever since the meeting this morning. The friction between the fabric of my bra and the pebbled buds on my chest was in the back of my mind all day. My breasts were – and are – begging to be touched – and while I know Zane or Whit is who I want, I’ll have to be satisfied with my own hand. I roll one nipple between my fingers, imagining that it’s Whit. In my fantasy, he has me pressed up against his desk, one hand on my breasts, the other tangled in my hair. Whit is whispering into my ear, telling me all the dirty things he’d do to me. And there are so many things I want him to do to me.

I take my other hand and run it down my body until I reach the hem of my panties. That’s when Zane enters the fantasy. It’s doesn’t feel like a sudden or unwelcome intrusion – it feels right. Zane’s hands are on my shoulders massaging them as Whit moves from rolling my nipple between his fingers, to swirling his tongue around it. He teases and sucks, causing me to shudder. Whit kisses down my body, until he positions himself between my legs. He licks and kisses the insides of my thighs, moving slowly from my knees up. He spreads my legs further, until my bare pussy is exposed to him. Whit groans with pleasure. Tentatively, he touches my folds, tracing my pussy lips and then spreading them apart. My juices drip and he knows I am ready for him. He easily slips his fingers inside of me. I do the same with my own fingers, mimicking my fantasy of Whit.

Zane moves from massaging my shoulders to my breasts, taking Whit’s place. In reality, my other hand massages my breast, mimicking the role of Zane. I imagine him looking deep into my eyes, his gaze fiery and intense. His desire for me apparent in his deep brown eyes. Then he kisses me, long and deep. Our tongues touch and twist around on another. His lips are soft on mine. As we kiss, Whit’s fingers pump my wet pussy, slowly at first but the with increasing speed. My pleasure builds. Zane’s hands explore my body, getting to know me. His fingers graze my stomach lightly, slide down my hips, and then come to rest on my perfect perky ass. He squeezes my ass cheeks tight, slightly spreading me open. I gasp. Zane traces kisses down my neck, and softly nibbles. Whit’s lips move to my folds. He traces my lower lips with his tongue making my pussy even wetter. I groan. Zane leans back and looks me in the eye. His gaze mischievous. He winks at me, and then sucks on one of his own fingers. My eyes open wider. He returns his hand to my ass, pulls apart my cheeks, and teases my ass hole with his wet finger. First, he lightly traces it. Then he slowly applies pressure and slips inside. Both of my holes are being fingered and it feels incredible.

I throw my head back, pushing it into the couch cushions, looking up at my ceiling. My hips raise from the seat as I begin to move my fingers faster and faster. My lower belly twists into knots and I let out a soft moan, followed by a series of quick gasps. I shut my eyes and drag my finger to my clit, pressing softly. I make a few more circular motions before my limbs loosen and sensations rush through me. Water gushes from my pussy and drips down my fingers. The hand on my breast, I move to my mouth, biting my finger as I orgasm – thoughts of Zane and Whit overtaking my brain. As I come down from my high, I sincerely wish they were here – even if I’ve made a promise to myself to keep my libido in my pants.

Once my body stops vibrating, I touch my warmed palms to my face. My cheeks are already a little fired up from before i.e. being all horny. I’ll need to cool myself down. The AC is on and my body is mostly unclothed, so I’ll probably be good in a few moments. I close some of the buttons on my shirt and put my head in my hands. I can’t believe I just did that – having a fantasy that intense about Whit and Zane. I know I used to dabble in the two men at once fantasy when I was younger, but it was always just kissing. But this – this is something else. And my body was electrified by the mere thought of Zane and Whit touching me – it wasn’t even a them fucking me fantasy. Dear god, I want to have sex with both of them so badly. I cross my legs, my body already heating up again.

I really shouldn’t be thinking like this. Zane and Whit work for my Dad. Ugh, my Dad! He would be so ashamed if he knew what was going on in my head. He doesn’t go around acting like I’m some pure princess, but what I seem to want is something far from what my father would like for my future – which is why it could never become a reality. Zane and Whit are like sons to him and if one of them tried anything with me, he’d be mad, let alone two. I shiver at the mere thought of having to have a conversation with him about his two golden boys. I’ll just have to keep satisfying myself after work. The next three months will go by slowly, but they will go by.