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"Yeah, don't hide from us," says Lionel.

Biting my lip, I shift a little as a wave of pleasure flutters through me, courtesy of the egg and … whichever one of them is currently in control of it. It's kind of hot, not knowing who it is. Like that night one of them woke me up by fucking me from behind, never letting me see his face.

"Same rules as last night?" asks Helix, sighing.

"Wait, what's this?" asks Quintin.

"Yes, please." I can't help but smile. My unintentional pause has had a positive outcome. "But if I take it off, you have to too."

If they want to see me, I deserve to see them too.

"Fine," agrees Helix. "We have to tell something personal, then Clarissa will take off a piece of clothing," He explains to his teammates.

Lionel and Quintin both raise their eyebrows, their hands still out of the frame.

"How personal?" asks Miles. "Like, could I say I'm six foot, two and Clarissa would have to take off her shirt?"

"No, that doesn't count. It has to be something I don't already know," I say. "Besides, you're five-nine, tops."

"Ope!" says Lionel, raising a fist to his mouth, but he's barely hiding his smile. "Clarissa is flaming!"

"I love it," says Quintin, settling in more. "She's not a noob anymore, and she's not going to let you backseat game her."

"Fine," says Miles, and while he's not actually pouting, he sure sounds like he is. "Show us how it's done then, Hel."

"I do a little mantra before our bigger games to get hyped and focused," says Helix.

"Really?" asks Miles. I'm surprised he didn't know this. I assumed they all knew everything about each other.

"Yeah." Helix looks a little sheepish.

"That doesn't count, I already knew that." Helix had been repeating his mantra while fucking me once before one of his games.

"But we didn't know that, so it still counts," argues Miles.

I'm not sure I agree with that argument, but I hadn't specified that the facts need to be new to me. I set down my phone to take off my sweater and throw it over the side of the bed.

"Ugh, no fair, you have way more clothing on tonight," groans Helix.

"But this time there are four of you and only one of me," I point out.

"True," Helix reluctantly agrees. "Your turn."

"What?" It's barely out of my mouth when the vibrations' rhythm switches from pointed intermittent buzzing to two short pulses followed by one long one, causing me to hook one leg over my other, trying to keep my mind on the conversation.

"If you want us to take off our clothes too, you have to tell us a personal fact," explains Helix.

I didn't realize that's what I was agreeing to. I just figured they'd strip every time they got to make the egg vibrate inside me. Now I'm going to have to think of something personal that I'm okay with them still knowing when I walk away at the end of our little agreement.

"I grew up in a small town," I say.

"Not enough," says Quintin, and none of the gamers moves to take off an item of clothing.

Pursing my lips, I try again, "My mom and I have never really gotten along super well, but I'm close to my dad."

"A daddy's girl." Lionel grins as he shucks off his shirt, flinging it out of view.

"And now you're letting us make you our dirty girl," adds Quintin, pulling his own shirt over his head.

I'm enjoying this. The vibrations are amazing, sure, but seeing four of my guys get shirtless at once and knowing they're as turned on as me right now is what's really getting me where I want to go.

And where they want to help me go. The dirty words are the cherry on top of the sundae.

I never would have pinned myself for someone who enjoys being spoken to in such an inappropriate way, but there are a lot of things I didn't know about myself before I met these guys.

"We've always had barn cats," says Miles, "but when I was little, I would try to bring them inside because I thought they were too cold in the barn."

"Aww, that's adorable." I can just imagine a young Miles chasing the cats around the yard, trying to love them.

"Every time I snuck one in, it'd claw something to shreds and my parents would get so pissed," rebuts Miles.

"Still adorable." I reach under the back of my shirt to unhook my bra, but Helix stops me.

"Stop, shirt first," he says. "I want to see your tits in a bra."

I set the phone down so I can take off the t-shirt I was wearing under my sweater, then pick it back up, snuggling down into the blankets.

"No, no, no," says Quintin, shaking his head. "It's not fair that you're having the comforter pulled up so high. We can't see what we've earned."

Lionel jumps in. "We aren't covering our chests, so you're getting to see everything." He runs his free hand down his chest until it slips out of view.

Folding down the comforter with my free hand, I let the phone camera pan across my chest.

"Is this better?"

There's a corresponding flutter that again has me arching my back and sticking out my tits to the camera. But it doesn't stop immediately. The vibration continues until I'm squirming on the pillow.

"Since you have so many more layers on, we should take double turns," says Quintin. "The first thing I did once we started earning real money was pay off the mortgage on my mom's house."

"Aww," I say. It's so sweet that Quintin is taking care of his parents, but I don't have time to really enjoy him sharing this secret because I'm already fisting my pillow as an orgasm builds inside me.

"Yes, right there," I moan, reaching beneath the blankets and into my jeans to work my clit as the first orgasm rips through my body.

"Pull back those covers and take off your jeans," says Lionel. "Quintin told you something personal, now we want to see how wet your panties are."

Throwing back Ethan's covers, I shimmy down my jeans, kicking them over the side of the bed.

It's a little challenging because my hands feel weaker with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and I need to grip both the phone and my jeans.

But they want to see the whole thing, and I did make a deal with them.

"Pan the camera down so we can see the wet spot," groans Helix.

"You pan yours down first." I can see the motion of their arms and the flexing of their tendons but nothing else.

If they're touching themselves, I want to see each stroke of their hard cocks and remember the times I've stroked them myself.

Or tasted their cocks. Or the times they've suck into my room late at night for a quick fuck or a 69.

"Tell us something about you," counters Lionel.

I'm feeling generous in the wake of my orgasm, so I decide to open up a little more than I'd initially intended to.

"My parents think I'm living my dream in the city, but I only have three friends here.

I really only hang out with one of them, and I'm not sure she always likes me.

" Maybe that's a bit too honest, but it's something that's been on my mind lately.

"We're your friends," Miles protests. "We love having you around, and we like you."

I raise an eyebrow. Sure, they love fucking me, but if there's anything else they like about me, I have no idea what it is.

And if they do actually like having me around, I don't want to hear it right now.

We're having fun, and if they start being sweet, I might start crying.

Which would be the exact opposite of fun.

"I told you something, now drop your pants for me," I say instead.

"Yes, ma'am." Helix immediately shimmies down his sweatpants one-handed. He's not even wearing boxers.

In every square on my phone, I'm gifted with the sight of a hard cock being stroked by one of my boyfriends. It's truly a beautiful sight, and they're hard just for me. If they were here, they would take turns fucking me, but right now I get to watch them pleasure themselves to the sight of me.

"Now the wet spot," says Quintin.

Slowly I sit up a bit and spread my thighs so I can pan the camera down over my panties.

I'd be embarrassed about how wet they are right now, but they're the ones in charge of the egg's remote and this was their whole goal.

Besides, they've already seen me squirt, and they keep coming back for more.

I'm beginning to realize that I shouldn't be embarrassed about letting them know how wet they get me.

"That's fucking gorgeous," says Lionel.

"I wish I could taste it right now," says Helix, tugging his cock so hard it almost looks painful.

"Now take them off," says Quintin. "I miss your pink pussy so much."

"You got to fuck her last right before we left," says Miles. "If anything, I miss Clarissa's pussy the most."

Laying back on Ethan's pillow, I can't help but chuckle as my boyfriends argue over who misses my pussy the most. The only thing missing from this moment is Ethan. I'm in his bed and surrounded by his things, but I still wish he were here.

"I used to steal my aunt's sewing pattern magazines and masturbate to them when I was young," announces Lionel. "Now show us your pussy."

Propping the phone up against the folded-over comforter, I hook my thumbs into each side of my panties and slide them down.

"That's fucking gorgeous," repeats Lionel, stroking his cock, then rubbing his palm over the head, spreading the bead of pre-cum down his shaft.

"And you're still wearing your little toy," says Helix, eyes focused on the screen as he continues to jerk himself off.

Using two fingers, I spread my pussy lips a little so they can see the ring of the egg that I'll use later to pull it out.

"I'm not sure I'd call it little," I say, "but compared to your cocks, I suppose you're right."

"Don't worry, we'll give you all of our cocks when we get home," promises Quintin.

"But we can still make you feel good from here," assures Helix.

The egg begins to vibrate again at a constant buzz, and I forget my earlier annoyance at it as I writhe in ecstasy and watch my boyfriends stroke themselves faster at the sight.