I paused on that name for a second.
Absurd. Stupid. And yet… somehow it felt obvious.
No one had ever called me that before. Not even back in school, when some guys would mess around by feminizing each other’s names as a joke.
And now… for the first time.
A female name.
Why did it sound so wrong—and at the same time so right—when it came out of their mouths, with that mix of arrogance and casual ease?
Like it was natural.
…wait.
Hold on.
Stephanny?
Greg slowly tucked his dick back into his boxer. It had gone soft now, hanging heavier, his balls settling with it—less imposing than before, but still way more intimidating than Julien’s, which was still right under me.
“Move, Stephanny,” the swimmer ordered.
“That supposed to be funny? I’m not a girl, guys,” I shot back, cheeks flushed, still tasting their mixed cum in the back of my throat. “And—(cough)—since when were you even watching us?”
Greg didn’t even turn around. He was already heading out of my room, scratching his ass.
“So… what are you making us to eat, Stephanny?”
“Yeah… no. You’re not calling me that.”
“Mmh, I don’t think she likes your nickname, dude,” Julien tossed out as he stretched lazily on my bed, arms above his head. “Hey… Big G’s got a point though. You cooking tonight?”
“Stop treating me like I’m a girl,” I insisted, wiping a bit of dried cum from my chin.
“The more time passes, the more you kinda look like one though,” Julien said with a wink, climbing off the bed and rolling his shoulders, loosening up his muscles. His tight sleeveless white shirt clung to him, showing off his thick triceps. “Damn… that was one hell of a session.”
“Yeah… I can still feel your damn loads inside me,” I muttered with a grin, pressing lightly on my stomach, feeling that strange lingering warmth.
It almost felt like I’d eaten too much.
“Steph. Did you like my tongue?” Julien asked, suddenly more serious, like he genuinely wanted feedback. “You came because of that, right?”
“Uh…” Honestly, I wasn’t even sure what had pushed me over the edge. “Yeah. I liked it. A lot.”
“You’d say I’m good at it?” His smile hit me again—I had to admit it did something to me. “Most girls agree on that.”
I’m not a girl, for fuck’s sake.
He was watching me closely, waiting for my reaction, while I was still trying to process everything that had just happened.
Give me a break.
I’d barely had time to shave before getting ambushed by two horny buffalos and ending up filled to the stomach with their cum.
“Did you like my little dirty move at the end?” the blond added, leaning against my desk.
“Your dirty move?”
“Yeah—when I got back at that idiot Greg and shoved your head onto his dick. I impaled you, man. That was something.”
Oh. That moment.
“Yeah, you could’ve skipped that. I almost choked on his cum.”
“Tss… admit it, you like getting it straight from the source. That guy can’t even aim properly anyway.”
That made me raise an eyebrow.
“How would you even know that?” I asked, smirking. “You seen it up close before or what?”
For a split second, Julien froze—like his cocky attitude cracked under something sharper.
“What exactly are you implying, slut?” he snapped, crossing his arms, standing stiff as a board like he needed to prove something. “Go on.”
“No need to get defensive. I’m just saying: you sound pretty familiar with Greg’s… performance.”
“Please. Everyone knows his shots are weak and low quality. One of his regular girls told me.”
Honestly, it sounded ridiculous—but in this apartment, so many weird things happened that part of me believed it could be true.
“Alright… we’ll let you breathe,” he said finally. “I gotta go sort things out with that fucker.”
I let out a long sigh as he left. Even after he was gone, that faint chlorine scent still clung to me… to the sheets… maybe to the whole room.
Out of habit, I grabbed my phone.
A few messages.
Two of them immediately caught my attention :
Adrien.
He’d texted while those two idiots were busy using me from both ends.
Adrien: Hey. Think we could go see a movie or something tonight?
Adrien: I kinda need to clear my head.
If it had been anyone else, I probably wouldn’t have thought much of it, just a casual plan.
But knowing him… if Adrien was asking for company, it meant he really needed it.
So I answered right away:
“Of course. What time?”
And then I headed to the shower, because yeah… those two had seriously messed me up.
When I finally turned the water off, I immediately got curious about my shaven ass and legs again.
I grabbed a towel, dried myself, then looked up.
Mirror.
I paused.
There I was.
Same face. Same slightly messy hair. Same guy.
And yet…
My gaze dropped. I turned a bit, shifting my weight, running my hand slowly along my thigh. No resistance. No roughness. Just… skin.
If I focused only on that—on the curve, the softness, the way the light slid over it—
It almost didn’t look like me. It almost looked…
feminine.
I blinked.
Alright. Let’s not spiral.
Still… I couldn’t help brushing my hand over it again.
Yeah.
I kind of got what Julien meant now.
What would Adrien think of those now?
Maybe he would prefer me with the hair? It was still difficult to know what he was into exactly? Only the physical presence? Kissing? Maybe he found me pretty at least?
He seemed so lost in his feelings.
I, on the other hand, was completely sure of mine.
I want him to fuck me.
With that cock I sucked desperately yesterday. I want… to know how a long cock like his would feel inside of my ass, compared to the plug.
The plug…
Of course!
If I wanted some action with that neurologist, I should train myself, as Julien had told me.
I could even ask Adrien to rim me, that was fucking good. If Adrien was such a great kisser he might be insane at eating my butt too, right? Does that work like that?
Back in my room, reality returned fast.
The sheets.
Yeah.
Those weren’t salvageable.
I peeled them off the mattress, trying not to think too hard about the stains, the smell, the events. But of course, my brain didn’t cooperate.
Greg’s voice.
His grunts.
That low, almost animal sound.
A bear.
Feeding me his big tits while Julien was eating the life out of me.
That was something I wold never forget.
I then stepped out into the hallway, still slightly damp, wearing some boxers and a t-shirt, just to match my roommate’s energy.
Water.
That’s what I needed.
But first…
I went to grab the plug Julien had offered me and went on all fours, applying some of the lube we bought together before slowly inserting it inside of my hole.
Fuuuck. That’s still so sensitive.
Why does my ass feel so good suddenly?
I’m freshly shaven, showered, and now… with the plug I won’t have problems getting his cock inside. At least I hope so.
I kept thinking about what the horny swimmer:
“Gonna prepare your hole for your boyfriend.”
Shit…
That sounded so fucking hot.
Julien seemed to joke a bit when saying that, but I’m pretty sure there was some truth in it. He knew Adrien was special to me.
And maybe he actually wanted us to get together at some point?
Boyfriend…
Adrien…
Those two words together seemed so strange at first.
Never though about having a boyfriend in my life.
But maybe… just maybe…
If I had to pick one.
It would be that cute Adrien.
That it, I’m blushing!
As I reached the living room, voices stopped me. I slowed down instinctively, grabbing a glass from the kitchen without making too much noise.
Julien was sprawled on the couch, in his boxer, legs stretched out like he owned the place (again).
Greg was standing in front of that same board like a coach mid-briefing.
“I’m telling you,” Greg said, tapping the board with a marker, “rule three is flexible.”
Julien scoffed from the couch.
“It’s not flexible. It’s literally the only rule that’s not flexible.”
I filled my glass.
“You broke it,” Julien added. “Simple.”
“I didn’t break anything,” Greg shot back. “Door was open.”
Julien sat up.
“It was not open. It was CLOSED for fuck sake. Which means...” he pointed dramatically “...you were not invited.”
I took a sip and made sure to clean everything before spitting out some remnants of their loads.
Damn, it still felt a lot in my stomach.
Is that a normal thing?
Those guys seem to cum so much.
And let’s not mention my favorite neurologist. Might need an extra minute of tooth-brushing tonight.
Also immediate awareness that I was drinking water while eavesdropping on a debate about… whatever the hell my life had become.
“It was open,” Greg insisted, clearly annoyed now. “I saw it.”
“Bro you think you saw it,” Julien snapped. “Because you barge in like a caveman.”
Greg turned to me:
“Tell him.”
“Guys. I don’t care. Stop fighting.”
Julien pointed again though:
“You knew there was a session going on.”
“Door. Was. Open.”
“That was you man,” Julien shot back immediately. “You always leave stuff open. Fridge, cupboards, doors, everything. We have to clean up after you all the time.”
Greg blinked:
“…that’s not the point.”
“It is exactly the point!” Julien said. “You don’t respect privacy.”
“How about you were too impatient,” Greg countered. “Didn’t even close it properly.”
I leaned casually against the counter, sipping my water like this was just… background noise.
Like I wasn’t the centerpiece of their argument.
Just for a second.
Greg pointed at the board again.
“I’m just saying: if door is open, access is allowed.”
Julien stared at him.
“That’s not a rule, you tried to ruin my climax.”
Greg frowned.
“You guys are over complicating this.”
“You’re under thinking it,” Julien replied.
I finished my glass.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
I should leave.
I should definitely leave.
I didn’t move.
Because honestly?
That was pretty fun to watch.
I sighed, setting the glass down a little louder than necessary.
“Guys.”
They both stopped.
Turned.
Looked at me.
Perfect.
“You forgot rule four.”
Silence.
You could practically see the sentence travel from their ears to their brains.
Both of them glanced—almost in sync—toward the whiteboard.
Then back at me.
Frowns. Confusion. A hint of “wait… what?”
“No jealousy,” I added, calmer this time.
Julien reacted first, almost instantly. “That’s not what this is.”
Greg didn’t say anything. Just shrugged again, but there was something in his face this time. A flicker. Like maybe he wasn’t entirely against the idea… just not ready to admit it out loud.
I pushed off the counter, stepping a bit closer.
“Look… if we’re gonna keep doing with the sessions, then you’re gonna have to share. And not take it personally when I’m not available. Okay?”
They listened. Actually listened.
That was new.
“Greg,” I went on, “when I turned you down the other time—it wasn’t a big deal. I just wasn’t in the mood. And Adrien needed me. So you shouldn’t be mad about that now, alright?”
A small pause.
He shifted his weight. Didn’t argue.
Good.
“And Julien… don’t get mad at him. The door was open. You left it like that.” I raised an eyebrow. “Maybe even on purpose. Who knows with you.”
A beat.
Julien smirked, just a little. “Okay. Accusations now?”
I ignored that.
“So yeah. No more scenes. Please.”
For once, neither of them had a comeback ready.
Progress.
“Also… we might need to organize another council. Because I’d like to change something about all this.”
Suffice to say, they were curious and almost… afraid?
“Should wait for Adrien to be there though… Maybe tomorrow?”
Speaking of him...
My phone buzzed in my hand.
I glanced down.
Adrien.
I legit felt my hole flexing around the plug.
Almost got a moan out of me.
Adrien: Right now? Same bar.
Something in my chest tightened—and lifted—at the same time.
I didn’t even hesitate.
“Alright,” I said, grabbing my jacket. “I’m not cooking tonight.”
Both heads snapped back toward me.
“You’ll have to keep each other company.”
Julien blinked. “Wait, what—”
“Seriously?”
I was already heading for the door.
“Have fun, guys.”
And just like that, I left them there: standing in the living room, almost naked, mid-argument, suddenly very quiet.
Wish I could see their faces right now.
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