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The strangest part of the whole thing is that I don’t evenknowthese guys. Tonight was the first time I laid eyes on them. I don’t know their last names. Maybe I shouldn’t have let them do what they did to me because I’m not the kind of girl who lets strangers go down on her in public hallways.

After tonight, you are, I remind myself. The thought both excites and terrifies me. I am now the kind of girl who kisses and messes around with strangers.

I wish I had someone to talk to about this. Normally, I’d call Trudy, but her honeymoon has just started, and I definitely don’t want to interrupt that.

“This is ridiculous,” I mumble. At least I’m alone in my apartment, so there’s no one around to judge me for talking to myself.

It may have been unconventional and a little strange, but I enjoyed what happened today. I enjoyed it so much I’d love to do it again, to be honest. Too bad I’ll probably never see Tag, Tanner, and Trace again.

Even so, the one time was incredible. I’ve never been able to make myself cum that hard. My pussy is getting wet just thinking about it. Is it always that good? My friends never told me that it could be that all-consuming and incredible. If I’d known what I was missing out on for twenty-five years, I would’ve hooked up with a guy by now for sure.

I shiver. I don’t think I could have gone through with it with anyone else. Something about Tanner, Tag and Trace made me feel comfortable and confident. They looked at me like I was the most attractive woman in the world, and I’ve never felt like that before. People usually reserve those kinds of looks for girls like Trudy, who’s all blonde, blue-eyed goodness.

Plus, I can’t believe the guys chose me over Monica and Leonore. That’s the most amazing part. The two skinny women were practically throwing themselves at the guys, yet they decided to touch me instead. It’s astonishing because I’m not used to people choosing me when there are prettier options available. Not that I’m complaining. It’s a nice feeling, being the one the guys wanted.

I can still feel their tongues on me. Tag, Tanner and Trace weren’t just kissing me because I was convenient and available. I may not have experience, but I can tell there was real passion behind their movements. Plus, they kept telling me how beautiful I am and how good I taste. If I ever need a confidence boost, I’ll just run through the scene in the hallway again. I’ve never felt better than I did when three guys were kneeling in front of me, making me feel good.

Oh shit, I didn’t even reciprocate. Should I have? They didn’t seem to care that I didn’t. Maybe I was supposed to offer, though. Oh god, I don’t know the proper etiquette. But then again, Tag, Trace and Tanner left the hallway first. Maybe they only left because I wasn’t quick enough to tell them I’d do something in return? I don’t know.

The thought gives me pause, but I shake it off. I don’t think they’re the types of guys to leave without pleasure if pleasure is what they want. The way they dominated me in the hallway showed me that they’re not afraid to take.

I’m the opposite. I’m the one who stands off to the side and watches, not the type to take charge. Yet my natural wallflower personality disappeared when Tanner kissed me the first time. I didn’t know how to react, but I’m glad he did it. I had no idea a kiss would lead to me making out with three different guys. The regular me wouldn’t have taken charge and kissed Tanner the way I did. What happened to the old Kendall?

My fingers find my lips, still puffy and swollen from the men’s tender ministrations. They’re all such amazing kissers. I hope they didn’t notice my inexperience there.

I’ve kissed more guys than I’ve slept with, but since I have slept with exactly zero guys, it doesn’t take much.

I gasp. Does this mean I’m no longer a virgin?

I don’t know what the rules are for virginity. The guys had their tongues so far up that they could touch my hymen. It felt so good that I never wanted them to stop. But I don’t think they broke it. So does that mean I’m still a virgin?

My phone is sitting on my nightstand. I grab it so I can search the embarrassing question online.

“A guy put his tongue in me. Am I still a virgin?”

Hundreds of answers pop up, but the consensus seems to be that it only counts as actually losing your virginity if a dick goes inside. By contrast, the only thing that entered me was a finger, and a few tongues.

Ironically, one of the search results is from the magazine where I work,Smexy. But I’m not a journalist or anything. I just work as a secretary, so I answer phones and make copies and stuff even though my degree is in journalism. After college, I tried to find a job at a national paper or a magazine, but I couldn’t find anything. I couldn’t even land an internship, despite having been editor-in-chief of my college newspaper and the founder of an online college women’s magazine on campus. The market for journalists is small, and for some reason, no one was biting.

Luckily, I was able to get a job atSmexy. I thought it would be my foot in the door, and that after a year or two, I’d be moving up the ranks. That hasn’t happened yet, and lately I’m wondering if I even want it to happen. I feel like this career path isn’t for me, but I have no clue what path is right for me, either. That’s why I’ve stayed as a secretary for so long.

I click on theSmexyarticle to take a look. It’s written by one of my nicer coworkers. She’s one of the only ones who doesn’t constantly grill me on my social life.

The others love to tell stories about their dating escapades. I suppose it makes sense considering that dating is one of the most popular topics in our magazine. Office conversations often turn into article ideas. For example, I vaguely remember a discussion of virginity taking place around the water cooler a couple of years ago, actually. The consensus was that you can lose your virginity a lot of ways, but in general you’re a virgin until a cock enters your vagina. It has to be more than just the tip. There was a long debate about whether the tip counted, but my co-workers all decided it doesn’t. Then, lo and behold, there was an article about it. What a coincidence, huh? You have to be careful of what you say aroundSmexy, that’s for sure.

But overall, my co-workers are nice. They’re inquisitive and interested in me, and for some embarrassing reason, I lied a little bit. Last time one of them asked, I told them I’m dating a guy but that it’s long-distance. At first, everyone bought it and they lamented over how much it must suck to be far away from him. That conversation devolved into whether or not it’s okay to cheat when you have a long-distance relationship, as long as you only have sex and there’s no dating or romance involved. I stood firmly in the no cheating category, which appeased them. I guess someone with a real boyfriend would probably be against cheating, unless she was cheating on him. Gosh, it would take a magazine article to work this all out.

But now, I’m caught in a trap. The only thing more embarrassing than my coworkers finding out that my boyfriend is fake would be them discovering I’m still a virgin. I’m definitely the only virgin in the office. I’m pretty sure a prerequisite for working at a magazine calledSmexyis that you’ve at least had sex. It wasn’t on the job application, though, so they can’t fire me for it.

I blush. Maybe now I’ll have something to add to usual office chatter. Sure, I’ll have to bend the truth a bit, but maybe I can tell them my boyfriend came to town for the wedding and we got it on in the hallway while the reception was happening. They’d get a kick out of it, for sure.

I need to stop thinking about this. I can’t tellanyonewhat happened, not until I know what’s going to happen next. Will I see the guys again? Trudy has a post-wedding brunch planned tomorrow, but I’m not sure if the guys will be there. If they are, I think I should talk to them. I don’t want today to be a one-time thing. Now that I’ve had a taste of what good times can be like, I want more. Alotmore. Especially with all three of them.

They’re probably only here for a few more days, but I’ll take what I can get from Tanner, Tag, and Trace.

I flop down onto my bed and set an alarm. I toss and turn, struggling to fall asleep, unable to turn off my racing mind.

When I finally do, I have my first-ever dirty dream.