The Dark Stranger

9. A Little Show

The guys jumped at the invitation. Well, most of them did. One or two had places to be, or girlfriends to get back to, so they made their apologies and went on their way. But that still left us with seven scrumptious boys. More than enough.

We stopped by the convenience store, spent the better part of a week's wages on six packs, went back to the apartment, and cracked a few open.

Our tiny place swelled with the presence of these beautiful young men. I was full of nervous excitement. Surely out of all these boys, I could snag one. Maybe even two? If so, would I share them with Daisy? Keep them both for myself while she got busy with a couple more? The possibilities were endless. I felt like a kid in a candy store.

And, like a kid in a candy store, I quickly lost control of myself.

After a few gulps of beer, we were all starting to loosen up. One or two of the boys cracked a joke, which made the whole gang roar with laughter. There was much back-slapping. The air grew thick with testosterone, and it made me dizzy.

Soon I couldn't stand it anymore. It was time to take action.

"So you're probably wondering why we've brought you all here," I said loudly, like a businessperson addressing a meeting. They fell silent. Judging by their expressions, they were indeed wondering why we'd brought them all here. "Well," I said, and the words ran out of me like honey: "We'd like to give you boys a little show."

Even Daisy looked surprised as I sidled up to her. The boys exchanged glances, but only briefly; they didn't want to drag their eyes away from us for too long in case they missed something. Someone swallowed audibly as I took Daisy's head in my hands and touched my lips to hers, gently teasing her (and our spectators) before kissing her fully.

Her tongue met mine, and a pulse of energy crackled through me. Kissing someone new is exhilarating enough, but when it's your oldest friend, it's a whole new level of excitement. We kissed with such depth and passion that we almost forgot our audience entirely. In some ways, it seemed a shame to cheapen the moment by having gratuitous group sex (which by now I was pretty sure was going to happen), but I knew I had to seize this opportunity before I lost my nerve.

I stepped back from Daisy and began to undress her, slipping off her top and boots before helping her wriggle out of her jeans. There were murmurs of rapture from the couch. Our visitors couldn't believe what they were seeing. Soon, I had Daisy standing on display in her underwear.

I asked the boys, "Who's thinking all this might be some trick? A trap, maybe?"

No one dared to respond.

"Be honest," I said. "Let's have a show of hands."

A few hands slowly rose.

"It seems too good to be true, right?"

A few nods.

"Hmm. Well, let's see if this feels a bit more real."

I pulled Daisy close, reached around and undid her bra. I paused for the purpose of torturing us all, then carefully slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the bra slip down her body and fall to the floor. Then I turned her round so her back was to me and her front was to them.

Eyes widened. Mouths fell open.

Daisy didn't seem to mind being put on display like this. She had always been comfortable in her own skin, and she enjoyed the effect she had on people. I don't know what I would have done if our roles had been reversed. I probably would have fled in shame and locked myself in my room for three days.

I pressed myself against her slim back and kissed her neck, gliding my hands over her front from shoulders to waist, lightly touching her breasts on the way down. Her nipples were firm like little buttons. So were mine, and I moved my chest against her smooth skin, giving myself a momentary thrill.