Double Trouble?

Arij was a chivalrous, modest and an absolute gentleman who could sweep you off your feet. His smirk that played out into a smile can entice people in a blink of an eye. He churned out compliments. When I was with him, I forgot about everything. His gaze fixated on me. I felt special in all the moments I was with him.



But… Every time there’s a but, you know the story will move in the places you don’t want to. My thoughts did too. It immediately navigated towards Ibrahim. I would always be pissed by the end of any date because inevitably my mind thought of him. Oddly enough, I wanted Ibrahim as badly as I wanted Arij.



Arij and I were out on a date. He took me to an Italian restaurant since it’s one among my favourite cuisines. Whilst we were enjoying ourselves, I felt someone gaping at us. I ignored it and focused on enjoying my time with him and heard someone speak over my shoulder, “hello there, seems like you’re enjoying yourself.” Arij was puzzled. I turned around and to my horror my eyes met his. Ibrahim hovered over my head and I didn’t know what to do, say. Before he could spill anything, I excused myself and took Ibrahim aside to talk which was a heated argument in reality.



Looking at the tension, Arij intervened. He asked me to be seated while he spoke to Ibrahim. When they returned, I felt something was fishy. All of us headed to Arij's place. I bought a bottle of wine for I and Arij to relish.


“Where’s the kitchen?”


“Why? Do you need something?”


“I got this wine thinking we’d have it in privacy”, I said in a passive aggressive tone.



“I will keep it away,” he said and I handed it to him.


“I have to take this call,” standing I said. It broke the awkward silence amongst us. I stood facing the wall, talking on the phone in other room, sipping on my wine when I felt someone’s fingers on my shoulders, sliding the strap of my top. I hung up turning around. Before I could register anything, Ibrahim placed his lips on mine and began kissing me. I resisted the urge only to submit into it. I was now again facing the wall when he interchanged the positions. I was so into kissing him that I did not realise Arij had walked in until he kissed the tattoo on my nape.



Ibrahim held me by my hips, kissing my neck while Arij raided my mouth. His hands slid inside my top, quenching thirst of my parched skin. It was pouring outside. Meanwhile, I was soaking from what these men were doing to me. I have always wanted them together in one bed with me and it was happening. Despite being mad at the fact that neither of them informed me of it, I was invested in every little thing happening to my body.






I was already panting by the time Arij’s hand found my leaking slit. I quivered at a mere touch. Both men used my arousal optimally. While Arij devoured me, Ibrahim played with my breasts – pressing them, nibbling on my nipples. The tip of Arij's tongue lightly brushed against my clit. It was enough to send me over the edge.
Reaching out, my hands traced their upper bodies. I knew what would make either of them go crazy and I did the exact thing. Arij went crazy over neck kisses and Ibrahim liked when one played with his abs.


Arij and I lay next to each other, making out while Ibrahim kneeled between us, fingering me with extra-lubey hands. As we ventured deeper; it was just moans and sensations.


“Ah! I’m loving this so much,” I moaned.


We decided to play with our positions. Arij sat up and I leaned back such that my head was resting on his chest. Ibrahim lay on his side and came in from the back. My knees were bent so Arij could hold on to my leg, which not only made the penetration really deep, but gave him an amazing view. Since I have a thing for hickies, Arij had all the access to leave numerous marks. Each time he bit and sucked on my skin leaving marks made me feel more aroused than I already was.


Slightly adjusting myself, I let my hand to touch Arij’s hard on. I gently stroked it.


“Oh! Just continue baby,” he moaned while kissing me.


I used the pre-cum to lube it up, in light strokes focusing more on the head of his penis. I played with his sack. He promptly shot his load and his breathing had become so erratic and he sucked on my skin a bit harder. I too was getting closer to another orgasm. Ibrahim’s slow and hard thrusts alternated with some faster ones made me squirt.


“I’m gonna cum,” groaned Ibrahim a couple thrusts later and pulled out to shoot his load on me.


Both of them lay me down and it licked me clean. Ibrahim let me rest my head on his arm and big spooned me since my back was to him. Moreover, Arij placed his hand under my waist while his other hand traced my lips. I did not realise that I’d slept off until I felt something hit my head.


“Miss, you are not supposed to sleep in the class.” yelled my professor “Go wash your face and return.” Before leaving he stopped me for a moment and with a devilish look in his eyes said, “See me after class Ms. Medinas.”