I'm in heaven. Foot-rub heaven. For those who don't believe, it does exist here on Earth. It's in the form of Seth Katsaros and his magically nimble hands.

I purred like a kitten, pointing my toes, and arching my back as he thrust his thumb along the arch of my foot. I snuggled down into the suede couch sinking so far into the cushions I was halfway in Seth's lap. Thankfully, the previously uncomfortable atmosphere had long since dissolved, and I flung an arm across my brow, humming my pleasure, basking in my little slice of peace.

Neither Ethan nor Seth said anything since he'd started the massage in regards to why I was here and not at home, but at that moment I didn't care, at least not until Seth spoke and brought the main topic of conversation onto the table.

"You want Ethan to pop your cherry, eh?" Seth said as he applied more pressure to my heel. "I'm more than willing to deflower you if Ethan can't."

I popped an eye open and sunk my teeth into my bottom lip. "A little to the left," I mumbled and lifted my arm to peek at Ethan to see his reaction.

He was scowling at Seth and cradling his drink on his chest. "Babe, your predictability could get boring."

Seth raised an eyebrow. "I'm predictable? That's not what you said last night!"

Ethan pointed at me, completely ignoring his taunt. "She knew you'd say that. Hell, I knew you'd say it." His shoulders lifted as he inhaled and exhaled.

Only Ethan could make breathing look sexy, I thought, pretending to hide my eyes beneath my arm again, but really my eyes morphed into a hawks because I didn't want to miss a thing.

"Gorgeous, you just know me in and out," Seth said with a saucy wink. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief and he gave a sexy smirk as he reached over to rub up Ethan's thigh.

I nudged at his stilled hand with my ankle. "Just because you're groping Ethan doesn't mean you get to stop rubbing my foot," I said.

"I'll bet she's a wild cat in bed," Seth said. He had one hand still on Ethan's thigh, but the hand that had been rubbing my foot slid up my bare leg too.

I stiffened as he continued his ascent and did the only thing I could think of as he started to reach beneath my skirt: I smacked at his wandering hand. "Don't be dirty."

Seth snorted, but pulled away, "Says the girl that wants Ethan to go cherry-picking."

"Stop saying it like that," I mumbled, hating the burn spreading down my chest.

"And what I don't understand is why? Stay a virgin," Ethan said, crossing a leg over his knee, effectively blocking Seth's hand. "Once you lose it, it's gone and you can't get it back."

He was twenty-one, a whopping one year older than me, and he was talking like he was a knowledgeable old man? I wasn't asking him to do this because he was an expert. I was asking because I felt safe with him and telling me to not lose my virginity wasn't going to change my mind.

"Well, thank you, Yoda, for that insightful speech. Are you a virgin, Ethan?" I raised an eyebrow and folded my arms across my chest.

"No."

"Are you sexually active?"

Ethan's face flushed—God, he's cute. He raised his iced coffee to his lips and took a sip before speaking. "Yes."

"Daily, in fact... sometimes three times a day. In the bathroom, on the bed, in the kitchen... on the kitchen," Seth said, his grin widening with every lip nibble or nervous hand that swept through Ethan's hair. "You know he's a screamer, Cass?"

"So you've informed me, multiple times. Just last week actually," I said dully.

It was true. Seth was all about the 'shock' factor and if he could put someone in an uncomfortable position he'd do it every time. Seth's frequent conversations about their very kinky sex life could have been half of the trigger to what made me notice a glistening wet Ethan that day. They're both drool-worthy, so what girl in their right mind would deny that, but the idea that it had been Seth's fault from the beginning was there.

Why wasn't he rubbing my foot anymore?

"Seth, please!" I cried out quickly, once again nudging his fingers with the tips of my toes. His large hand immediately started again.

"The point is Cassie right now. Not our sex life," Ethan said, a deep growl rumbling in his chest. "By the way," he kicked at Seth with his foot, "I want to talk to you about that!"

"About what?" Seth asked.

"About how much information you share with Cassie. Why do you do that?"

Seth smirked and licked his bottom lip as he gave me a come-hither look I'd only seen him give Ethan. "Next time I do it, be sure to watch her face."

I frowned. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Seth raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. "Has anyone ever told you your lips were made to be wrapped around a cock?"

I gasped, not knowing what to say. Seth talked crassly around me all the time, but something had changed. It was more direct. His intent was more clear. I frowned as I watched him and another kindle of hope blossomed in my chest.

Seth did want to do this. And that meant...

Ethan gasped. "Didn't you tell me the other day that Brett said something like that to you?"

I nodded and frowned deeper, confused as to what to do even how to feel because Seth was interested. "I-I forgot I told you about that. Yeah, he did."

"That's because I'm the one that brought it to his attention," Seth said and gave a simple shrug. "I didn't think he'd try hitting on you with it, the fuck"

I was a topic of conversation in the guys' locker room? I turned to Ethan to see if he found that as pleasing as I did. Maybe my desire to fuck them both wasn't as far fetched as I thought.

"Did you now? And why were you talking to Brett again?" Ethan asked, failing to disguise the jealousy in his voice.

Brett was the type of guy that didn't care if he got it from a dog just so long as he was getting some —guys, girls, threesomes, moresomes— the drunker the better, party type of guy.

"He's right, Cass. Stay a virgin," Seth said, trying to change the subject. His sarcasm let me know he was on my side though.

"Smooth, Seth. Real smooth," I said, nudging his hand with my foot again. "Would you stop stopping? I'm in pain here!"

"I've always loved the way you beg me!" He grabbed my big toe and wiggled it.

I tsked my tongue on the roof of my mouth. "Anyhow, the point I was trying to make is that just because you've both had sex it doesn't qualify either of you to tell me to stay a virgin. You guys aren't Yoda. Besides, the way I'm going I'll die a virgin," I said.

"I'm okay with that," Ethan said.

My heart dropped. There were way too many mixed signals and I was never good at deciphering anything. "Well, I'm not okay with it. So I guess if you won't do it, maybe Brett—" I could hear the disgust in my voice.

Ethan's hand clamped down on my shoulder and I turned to look at him. "No," he said.

The possession and anxiety in his voice over me mentioning Brett was enough to keep me quiet.

Ethan pulled away and ran a hand through his hair. "You're right, we're not Yoda, but we have had it, unlike you. So I know what you're asking for and I can't help but feel that you don't fully understand. Even though you asked, I'm giving you a way out or a way to think about it more. Not to mention, you're a girl. I've never had sex with a girl and clearly the first time for a girl versus a guy is completely different. I don't want you to feel that you have to now that I've mentioned it to Seth, but I don't really like the idea of you losing your virginity to someone else."

My eyebrows rose and I stared at him with a mixture of emotion that made him uncomfortable as he shifted in his seat.

He shrugged and dropped his head to my shoulder. "I don't trust anyone else to do it either. I couldn't deal with someone hurting you. You've been through enough hurt already. Way too much."

My heart melted and the wetness from that seemed to pool between my legs. I could feel the uncomfortable dampness sticking to my underwear and I clenched my thighs. A movement that hadn't gone unnoticed from Seth as his gaze focused on my exposed upper thighs. His eyebrow rose and his hands ventured up to my calves again.

"This skirt is really uncomfortable. I should go change," I mumbled and tried to shift away, but Seth held me in place and Ethan didn't bother moving his head from my shoulder.

"You liked what he said," Seth said forming the conclusion out loud so Ethan could catch on. "Did it make you wet?" He bowed his head trying to peek under my skirt.

I'm sure I looked like a fish after bubbles as my mouth opened and closed. I kicked gently at his chest to keep him from seeing anything. "I-ah—"

"You're so cute when you blush," Seth interrupted my stuttering.

I frowned down at him, a little ticked because I knew I'd just given him the reaction he wanted. "How did you know you were gay if you've never had sex with a girl?" I asked Ethan suddenly, wanting to morph all the attention in the room to something other than how wet I was.

Seth chuckled. "Changing the subject?" he asked, but instead of drawing out the teasing he answered for Ethan. "First of all, how do you know you're straight if you've never had sex with a guy or a girl? Are you battin' for girls town and don't even know it? Probably not. Plus, he's on the football team, Cass."

That last part wasn't really an answer.

I shrugged. "So? Lots of guys are. He's been playing since he was, like, two."

Seth pushed at my knees, forcing them to open so his chest could come between my legs. He lifted his arms up to rest over my bare thighs, making a show of inhaling sharply, before staring at me pointedly. "Think about it, hon. He's popular, he looks like a fucking sex god, he hasn't come out yet, and therefore cheerleaders are bouncing around in his face with those tight little outfits. This is college and girls want it more than ever now. So when a male has no reaction to that, but has to run into the restroom when the guys are changing in the locker room because he gets a boner, well that's a pretty damn big sign."

"That happened once and it was before you," Ethan said, his shoulders stiffening.

"You never told me about that." I scowled, drawing back my elbow to land a gentle blow to his midriff. His surprised grunt in my ear sent tingles down my spine.

"Hey," he grumbled, rubbing his stomach.

"Why didn't you ever tell me? We've been friends since kindergarten and I thought we told each other everything." I wasn't terribly upset about it, but it seemed like an important event in his life that I should've known about.

"It just didn't seem important at the time."

Seth took that opportunity to hit a few of Ethan's buttons. "You need to come out to your family and friends. It's getting ridiculous babe."

Ethan was so close that I could hear his teeth grinding. "You know how my family is."

I frowned. We did know how his family was, me more so than Seth, and it had always been a sore spot for Ethan. Honestly, I think if he told them he was gay they'd be fine with it, but I could see why he'd be hesitant to say anything. At his family cookouts, the guys wrestled. They called each other 'fags' and 'pussies' and went out of their way to make people laugh or feel uncomfortable. They did it with innuendoes or just a plain old beat down, but it was always in good fun. No one ever complained, except for the women when they got too rowdy. His family was all about the sports too: hunting, fishing, football, real manly men stuff, as I'd heard Ethan's Uncle Ted refer to them on occasion.

"They love you, Ethan, and you know what your dad would say if he found out? That he still loved you and how you got your jollies off was your business," I said, wanting to reassure him.

Seth snickered. "I'd imagine he'd want to have the talk with me too."

"The talk?" I asked curiously.

"Where he threatens me with a shovel? I'll bet he'd even pull out all the stops and include your Uncle Ted too."

I snorted and nodded enthusiastically. "He totally would."

"It took me fifteen years to come out to you, Cass, and you're my person. My family is just a different story," Ethan said, sounding tired, defeated, and clearly not liking the somber switch of conversation.

I felt guilty for changing the topic now as he referenced Grey's Anatomy. The minute Meredith and Christina, the two main character best friends, had used the 'you're my person' line, Ethan and I had immediately coined it as ours too. Loving that show was another thing Ethan was 'in the closet' about. He was a full-blown Grey's Anatomy junkie. The three of us would have a crash course marathon of the last season just before the new season came out so we would be up-to-date on everything that happened. Of course, Ethan usually watched every season before that crash marathon.

"So you knew you were gay before you were born?" I asked.

Ethan shrugged. "I knew something was different when I was old enough to understand."

"Then they probably already know," I said and finally caved. I pushed my bottom lip out in a pout, deciding to finally let him know his previous comment got to me. I twisted my upper body enough to reach for him, which caused me to crush Seth a little as he was still settled between my legs. I pulled Ethan into a tight hug, my arms wrapping around his neck, and breathed him in. "You're my person too," I said softly. "And that's why—" I paused, knowing it was time to get the show on the road and that I couldn't let my inexperience stop me from my goal anymore. "That's why I want you to do this for me."

His strong arms wrapped around me but his shoulders slumped. "In a perfect world I wouldn't be gay and you'd already be mine," he whispered into my neck. "It's just not a perfect world, but if you're okay with it being the both of us—"

I cut him off. I wouldn't let him get away with that. "Ethan there is nothing wrong with being gay and it is a perfect world... because you're in it. I'm sorry if my request is making you question that."

Ethan shook his head. "I'm only questioning it because I've thought of you—" He cut himself off.

I pulled away from the hug and frowned curiously up at him, wondering what he'd thought about me, but he was staring at Seth with a helpless request.

What the hell?

Seth cleared his throat and made a thumping noise against his chest. "Bisexuality is a real thing, as rare a beast as people seem to think it is! I'm a proud bisexual."

My eyes lifted in surprise. That was news to me. I glanced at Ethan to see it wasn't to him. I suppose it kind of made sense now why Seth was always groping me. I thought it was just what some gay guys did and maybe it is, just clearly not Seth.

"Most gays and lesbians think it's impossible and I'm here to call bullshit. I've told you this before Ethan. You don't have to be one or the other. And you guys are lucky shit like that—" Seth paused and gestured towards us "—doesn't piss me off anymore. Gawd, the way you both talk to each other, it's like your star-crossed lovers."

I mumbled an apology, because while I didn't think it was to the extent Seth saw it as, I did notice that it had been a serious issue at the start of Seth's and Ethan's relationship three years ago. I thought, until the day Seth and Ethan had had their first fight about it, that the way we spoke to each other was natural. I tried to distance myself out of respect for their relationship, but we all ended up being miserable, and luckily it was Seth that realized it. Seth sat me down and told me how sorry he was, that if he didn't like Ethan so much it wouldn't have bothered him. After that, the three of us became inseparable, and Seth warmed up to me fast. Seth mentioning that it used to tick him off made me feel even guiltier for making this request, but I could never trust anyone else as much as I trusted them.

Seth's hand squeezed my upper thigh. "Don't be sorry. I'm used to it now. I think everything between the two of you, between the three of us, has been slowly accumulating to this moment, to Cassie's request. Humans are sexual creatures by nature. It was bound to happen and I'm more than okay with it, just so we're all clear."

There was such seriousness to his voice that I pulled fully away from Ethan, dropping my arms to my sides as I watched Seth watching me intently. Had everything between the three of us been leading up to this moment? No. I didn't think so, but if that's what Seth thought then maybe there was a little truth in there. And Seth's confirmation that he wanted to do this too made my skin vibrate so much that I was certain they both could feel the heat coming off me in waves.

Biting my bottom lip—I would end up gnawing a hole in it by the end of this—I rubbed my hands vigorously against my sides. The tension thickened and I became hyper-aware of all three of our positions. Seth's warm breath fanned against the tops of my thighs, and my upper body was still turned towards Ethan from that hug. I was so close to him that my nipple brushed against his chest.

How did I not notice he was shirtless until now?

Ethan was just as physically fit as Seth, just as sexy with his lightly tanned skin. I swallowed as my eyes dropped down his chest. Sometimes beauty just overwhelmed me too much. I didn't know whether to cry at his beauty or rip my clothes off and shout 'do whatever you want to me!'

"I'm not bisexual," Ethan whispered as he watched me. "I'm not attracted to women."

"You're sexually attracted to Cassie," Seth argued. "Or do I have to remind you what happened last night?"

Ethan tilted his neck to the side, cracking it as he gave a warning glare in Seth's direction. "That's different. It's just her."

"What happened last night?" I couldn't stop myself from asking, but neither of them answered.

I licked my lips and, almost unconsciously, I let my hand reach forward to run the tips of my fingers down Ethan's abs. His stomach tightened at the touch. I heard him breathing, but barely, and I glanced up at him, unable to disguise my desire, my hope. "So will you? Will you be my first?" I asked.

I pulled away from him and decided to lighten the mood a little as I continued with a half-hearted chuckle, "I mean, Seth seems to be okay with it."

I gasped as Ethan's hand fell to my stomach. I thought he was going to repeat what I did to him just over my shirt, but instead he bunched up the material into his fist and pushed it up, exposing my midriff and the undersides of my bra-clad breasts. My breath hitched as he caressed my skin, but I stopped breathing entirely when he slipped his fingers down the waistband of my skirt.

Holding my breath, I resisted the urge to close my eyes as I watched him, waiting for more.

Ethan took a shaky breath, pausing his hand just above my panties. He frowned, tilting his head as he stared down. I could feel his fingers tapping nervously against my pelvis as he cleared his throat. "I-I don't think I know what to do," he spoke softly, sounding helpless "but yes, I will."

Seth, who'd been surprisingly quiet, shifted between my thighs and slowly pushed his hand up my skirt. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to catch my breath. I think if Seth had actually touched me instead of the top of Ethan's hand I would've been done for, but then it happened. Seth was slipping both his and Ethan's hand under the band of my cotton underwear.

My fists clamped at my side and my hips rose slightly. "Oh my God," was all I could manage and my eyes slammed shut. All I could hear was heavy breathing: mine, Seth's, and Ethan's.

"I'll show," Seth whispered. "I'll show you both"

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