Page 27 of Necessary Roughness

Sloane

I felt giddy the rest of the week.

I had two fuck-buddies!

There wasn’t even any shame about what I was doing.

I’d been raised with the specter of traditional values looming over my head, the idea that women weren’t supposed to have sex with multiple partners, let alone enjoy it!

For most of my teen years and into college, I’d been afraid of people thinking I was a slut.

I didn’t care anymore. I wasn’t going to feel guilty about the three of us, three consenting adults, doing whatever we wanted together.

“You big slut!” Jayden said while having lunch at the campus cafeteria.

“Hey!” I protested.

“Let me be very clear,” he said, holding out his palm. “I do not mean that in any derogatory sense. Sluts are good. Sluts are proud . And you’re one of them! A proud slut exploring your sexuality!”

“Um… thanks?”

“Knox and Logan.” He sighed wistfully. “Don’t tell my brother, but I’d throw him in front of a moving train if it meant a night of hot action with those two.”

“First of all, I am definitely telling Bryson when I see him,” I said with a laugh. “And secondly… yeah. I won’t lie. It’s pretty amazing.”

“UGH. Why do good things happen to everyone but me?”

“Uh. Didn’t you win a random scholarship that’s covering like half your tuition?”

“That was four years ago,” he said. “I want good things to happen to me now . Good things involving dicks, not dollars.”

“I’ll ask if they have any gay teammates, but I wouldn’t hold your breath.”

He reached over and squeezed my hand. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted in a friend.”

For the rest of the week, I played little games with my two athletic lovers.

I winked at Logan when I saw him in class on Tuesday.

In Art History on Wednesday, I smiled suggestively at Knox whenever the professor wasn’t looking.

I also started wearing sexier clothing—long leggings that hugged my ass like a glove, and tops that showed more cleavage than I normally liked to reveal in public.

It had the desired effect of driving the two of them wild .

I was sitting in Creative Writing on Thursday when Logan texted me from his seat a few rows down in the auditorium.

Logan: You’re killing me. You know that? Absolutely killing me.

Me: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Logan: Do you see what you’re wearing? You didn’t dress like that the first two weeks of school.

Me: It’s not my fault if you can’t concentrate when there’s a nice pair of tits within twenty feet of you. I’m not even in your field of view! I’m BEHIND you!

Logan: Listen. There are approximately seven sets of fantastic breasts in a ten-foot radius of me at this very moment. The Zeta girls and cheerleaders keep sitting closer to me in every class. I’ve had three of them wink at me since I sat down today. But the only pair I can think about are yours.

Me: You’re allowed to look at other women. We never said we were exclusive, right?

I felt the need to say that last part. One, to reinforce that I wasn’t jealous, that I was a cool fuck-buddy who didn’t get possessive. And two, because it was true. He could do whatever he wanted.

I didn’t want him to. But he could.

Logan: I know I’m allowed to. What I mean is that I CAN’T, because all these bitches seem like chopped liver compared to you, a juicy filet I want to sink my teeth into.

Logan: Can I call them bitches? I don’t mean it in, like, a chauvinistic way.

Me: They’re definitely bitches, especially the sorority girls. Not sure how I feel about being compared to a piece of meat, though.

Logan: But you’re the BEST piece of meat. It’s a compliment!

Me: You’re a juicier piece of meat. Your shoulders are practically bulging out the back of your shirt right now. I’m the one who should complain about not being able to focus!

Logan: Goddamn right. I’ve been doing a lot of shrugs and power cleans in the gym.

Me: I don’t know what those are, but keep doing them.

Logan: The only thing I want to keep doing right now is you.

Me: You’ll get your chance tonight ;-)

Logan: Fuck that. How about right after class?

Me: As much as I want to, my next class is across campus, and I only have ten minutes to get there. I didn’t plan my schedule very well this semester.

Logan: So Knox gets to fuck you in empty classrooms but I don’t? Wow. Quarterbacks get to have all the fun.

Me: He told you about that?

Logan: Fuck yeah he did. I’ve been fantasizing about all the classrooms I want to bang you in since Monday. This auditorium would suck, but my Physics lab has a couch in it!

Me: Maybe you’ll get a chance another time. But not today. I promise tonight will be worth the wait.

Logan: Hmm.

Logan: Knox said you want us to be less gentle with you.

Me: Yes indeed.

Logan: I didn’t think we were being gentle with you so far, but if you want rougher, I can do rougher :-) Got any specific requests?

Me: Use your imagination. Because let me emphasize: my body is yours to use HOWEVER you want.

Logan: Great. Now I have a big old boner in the middle of class.

That evening, I took a long bath and scrubbed every inch of myself, getting extra clean. I had some interesting ideas about what I wanted to try with the guys tonight. Or at least what I planned to casually suggest to them.

I was nervous that they wouldn’t be into it. But that was part of the excitement.

Then I slipped into another piece of lingerie that had originally been intended for Troy, but which I hadn’t gotten a chance to use since he dumped me.

How fitting that I would get to show it off to my two new lovers.

The lace from the bra peeked out the top of my dress, giving a sexy little hint at what was underneath.

I smiled at my reflection in the mirror.

Perfect.

I was just putting on my lipstick when I heard the doorbell ring.

A thrill of adrenaline filled me as I wondered if Logan and Knox were surprising me here instead of at their place like we’d agreed.

More likely, it would be the twins dropping in to say hi and give me some encouragement—and good-natured teasing—before my night with the football players.

I heard Morgan answering the door, so I continued putting on my makeup. It never even occurred to me that it was a visitor for her. As far as I could tell after two weeks, Morgan didn’t have any friends. That fact would have made me sad if she wasn’t such an ass all the time.

“Sloane?” she called. “You have a guest.”

Guest, singular. Maybe it was Jayden by himself? I put down my lipstick and practically skipped out of my room.

I stopped in my tracks when I saw who was standing in the doorway. “Mom?”

“Surprise!” she said, hurrying forward to squeeze me in a hug.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“When we spoke on the phone this morning, you told me you didn’t have any plans tonight.

So I decided to stop in and take my daughter to dinner.

Your father has been working on that old Mustang of his, and I’m absolutely sick of the noise.

You look nice.” She stepped back and inspected me in the way only a mother could.

I quickly adjusted the straps on my dress to cover up the edges of my bra. “This is my roommate, Morgan,” I said, hoping to distract her.

“Pleased to meet you,” Morgan said as they shook hands.

“You’re going to have to sign our guest book,” I explained.

Mom’s face twisted in confusion. “Guest book? What on earth?”

“Parents are exempt from the rules, obviously ,” Morgan said.

Sure. Like anything about her stupid rules made sense.

“Are you sure you’re free tonight?” Mom asked, eyes locking onto my cherry red lips.

No, Mom. I have a sex date where I’m going to get double-teamed by two burly football players.

What I said out loud was, “Yep! Totally free. I was going to get dinner at the cafeteria, that’s why I’m dressed up.”

“Looking for a new boyfriend?” she teased. “That’s how I met your father, you know. Put the right bait on the hook and you can reel in any fish.”

“Let me grab my shoes…” I quickly texted the guys.

Me: You guys aren’t going to believe this, but I have some bad news about tonight…