She'd always figured sex while standing up would be awkward. Having to find the right angle, the guy having to hold all the weight, yet also thrust, gravity working against them, so many things. She'd never even wanted to try it, it had seemed like a waste of time.
She was glad she'd waited till Liam, because it was perfect for the two of them. She was on the tall side at five-foot-six, but she was very slender. Liam was lanky, as well as built – he was able to hold up her tiny frame, no problem. Strong enough that he could pin her in place, tall enough that he could thrust upwards at a perfect angle, and his dick big enough that he could hit all the right spots.
And even better, in her mind, was the fact that she couldn't really do anything in return. She could only receive. She was being held in place, and she was being fucked. It was glorious. The steam was rising around them, sweat was mingling with water, and she wasn't taking in oxygen anymore. Only him.
“Fuck,” she finally managed words. “Too soon. It's too good.”
“No such thing,” he was breathing hard as his hips slammed against her, over and over again.
“But I'm gonna come,” she warned him. Words that had embarrassed her once upon time, now falling so easily from her lips.
A good against-the-wall fucking will do that to me, I guess.
“Yes, please, baby, come again. I want to feel this pussy come again, need to feel that on my cock,” he begged.
“Oh god. Oh my god. Holy shit. Oh my god.”
“Just let go,” he whispered. “Just fucking come for me. Come so fucking hard for me.”
She hadn't really needed to be told twice, but his dirty talk turned her on so much, she still appreciated it. She also did as instructed, coming so hard she elicited a shout from him. All her muscles clamped down and she shrieked. He yelled again and she vaguely realized she'd startled his own orgasm out of him. She could feel all his muscles tensing up with the effort to hold her in place. She should've been concerned about him dropping her, or them both falling, but she didn't care. She even went limp in his arms, basking in the aftershocks of a humongous orgasm.
She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, both of them desperately trying to breathe in the steamy air. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore, and Liam sat in the bottom of the shower, Katya still wrapped round him. After a couple minutes, though, the hot water became too much for her. She kissed her way across his chest as she backed off him.
“That,” she sighed, dragging her teeth over his nipple. “Was amazing.”
“No,” he argued, cupping one of her breasts. “You're amazing. Now help me up.”
They adjusted the temperature of the water and rinsed off together. Katya started laughing when she realized all of Liam's clothes were in the shower with them – he even still had his pants around his ankles. She continued laughing when he put all the wet clothing back on and walked out of the stall.
They trekked onto the BART together, joking around and teasing each other. They were both standing up near a door, clinging to hanging straps, and when he kissed her, she didn't care that they were in a very public setting. That he was soaking wet and they were making other passengers uncomfortable. She kissed him back just as hard, and they made out the rest of the way home.
Only a big shindig at the club had Liam pulling away at her front door. He hugged her goodbye, which oddly felt more intimate than anything they'd shared just an hour before – sex was just sex. A hug, that was kinship. Friendship. She squeezed him hard, but wondered what exactly it all meant.
Wait. I'm dating Wulf. And am apparently friends-with-benefits with Liam. How is any of this a good idea!?
*
“I think something's wrong with me,” Katya whispered.
“Huh? Did you say something?” Tori asked, turning away from the pot of boiling water.
Monday was Katya's day off. It wasn't usually Tori's, but when Katya had crawled out of bed around noon, still sore from her strip-aerobics work out – and the workout she got in the shower – the other girl had been puttering around the apartment. She'd come home early to check on her friend, she'd said, but then after seeing her, Tori had decided to stay home.
“This isn't normal,” Katya cleared her throat and spoke up.
“What isn't normal?” Tori asked, adding pasta to the water before heading back to the kitchen table.
“This. What I'm doing.”
“Which is ...”
“Dating one guy while sleeping with another.”
“Oh, you're still on about that.”
“Because it's not normal!” Katya yelled. “I thought I didn't want to sleep with Liam again, but it just … happened. How is that possible!? Like, it's not like 'oops, I ate this whole bag of chips on my own' or 'oops, I went the wrong way down a one-way street', or something. 'Oops, I fell on this dudes dick, over and over, for thirty minutes straight' – even I know it doesn't work like that!”
“I'm sorry, I honestly don't see what the problem is,” Tori said. “You're complaining about two good looking, nice guys wanting to bang you. Actually banging you. Talk about a problem I'd like to have.”
“But it's weird for me. It's like when I'm with Wulf, he is literally all I can think about. All I can focus on. Seriously, everything just stops existing – my career, my goals, Liam, everything. But then when I'm with Liam, he's just so fun and nice and sexy. It's like I can't help myself,” Katya tried to explain.
“So why bother? I'm being serious. You said you've told both guys about each other, and neither of them flipped out. If anything, Liam encourages your relationship with Wulf. If they're both okay with it, why shouldn't you be? Have fun, be young and reckless. When you get tired of one, drop him and focus on the other,” Tori said.
“I guess it just feels wrong. And I had this thought ...”
“Oh god. When you think, I get scared.”
“I'm worried I'm a bad person, because while I like being with Liam, and sex with him is sort of bizarre and new and different and all that jazz, I worry that I'm using him,” Katya said.
“How do you mean?”
“Well … okay, for instance. That date I just had with Wulf? I was nervous and freaked out. But then I was like wait a minute, I did the whole sex-kitten routine on Liam, and it worked, so why not try it on Wulf? And after our hot shower sex escapade, after I got home, I kept thinking … wow, I have to try some of those strip-aerobics moves on Wulf. I have to have sex in the shower with Wulf. It's like Liam is my practice dummy – Wulf is the real deal. That's so fucked up!” Katya finished explaining.
“Okay, so normally, I'd agree with you, except one little thing – Liam knows all this. You guys talked about it the other night when he was here, about him being like your Jedi master and how the other guy should be thanking him for making you so freaky now. You're not dating Liam – you're dating Wulf. Liam is well aware of all of this,” Tori said.