Their Rose Petal

Chapter Five

"Both of them?" Kinsley asks, eyes wide as we sit on the couch watching a horror movie.

"Yes, both of them, Kinsley. What the fuck do I even take from that?"

"That you're going to experience double penetration for the first time in your life." She grins, shaking in excitement. The thought has crossed my mind more than once, especially when I came home from the club and gave myself an orgasm to the idea.

"It's a dinner, not a scene in the club." I retort.

"Flowers first, then dinner with friends? Shit, they might not even wait till the club. They're gonna take turns fucking you in the bathroom," she wiggles her eyebrows, checking a text on her phone.

"Okay, I'm not some whore that fucks multiple men in one day." I seem to be trying to convince myself rather than her. I'm grasping for excuses.

"Aht, see, that's where you're overreacting at. This isn't multiple sessions with multiple men," she pauses, thinking for just a moment.

"This is one session, with two men that mutually want to share you. They obviously share your taste in sexual desires, and they're both clean. The only problem is you. You're nervous to let two men have you and I understand that. But Mitch, you are sexy, independent, and kinky. Let go for some time. Your last relationship was some shit and you think you don't deserve better than what happened. Chris is a piece of shit, you know how much it would fuck him up to see you with not one, but two sexy and successful men?" The words leave her mouth with such ease, and I can't help but to agree.

"I guess you're right, but it's still nerve racking. Not to mention I don't really know them, besides a few nights in the diner."

"You don't have to know somebody to have a one night stand with them. Shit, I met that guy within two minutes being in your club and enjoyed multiple orgasms from him." She has a point there.

Maybe a one-night stand wouldn't be terrible. It's been awhile since I've had sex, and even longer since I've had good sex. I've never been a one-night stand type of woman, but I'm single and doing pretty well for myself. I can afford to let lose a little bit, at least for awhile.

The movie goes off, and we head into my room to get dressed. Elias texted me this morning, asking where and what time. It's not an extravagant restaurant, but it's not terrible either.

As I go to open my closet, my phone buzzes. It's a text from a number I don't recognize

'Looking forward to seeing you.' Then another text directly after. 'Eli gave me your number. It's Mateo.' My heart flutters for a moment, shooting a quick text back before putting my phone down.

"I'm going to be fifth wheeling," Kinsley randomly declares. "Well, technically sixth wheeling because my best friend has one man on either side."

"We could invite Carlos to keep you entertained," I shrug, a small smirk playing
at my lips.

"The security guard? He is pretty good looking. Buff as hell," she pauses, "I bet you he could throw me around like a rag doll. Pick me up and fuck me against the wall." She bites her lip, going over her thoughts with images in her head. "Nope, I'll just get horny and have a different type of appetite."

Walking into my closet I glance around. Reminding myself it's not necessarily fancy, so I need to look casual but not too casual. The joys of being a woman. I decide on a black body suit, topped with a black leather jacket. Kinsley and I talk as I do my makeup, putting a bit more effort than usual. I put in some silver hoop earrings, sliding on my black heel boots afterword.

"The things those men would do to you," she gushes, smiling at my body in this outfit. She has on black leggings with a pink cropped top, and a jean jacket.