Daddies Brat

Leslie

Being shared by my three roommates turned out to be a lot easier than I expected. It was certainly easier than juggling the three of them secretly, like I had been doing last semester. Apparently, a lot of what made it difficult was the way we were sneaking around, rather than actually being with each of them. For example, if Riley and I had the house to ourselves last semester, we would drop whatever we were doing and take advantage of the privacy to have sex. But now we didn’t need to make sacrifices like that. I could properly prioritize my studies, and my relationships.

Now that things were out in the open, it was a lot more natural. That went a long way toward soothing my worries.

Nothing was routine about being shared by three men, but we did fall into a routine. Riley never wanted to sleep together the night before a game, and he went to bed early whenever he had double practices the next day. Avery was always horny after his daily run, so we had a lot of afternoon delight. His kisses always tasted like the strawberries from the post-run smoothie he made.

Harper was the most flexible with his schedule. We had morning sex, and sex late at night. We slept together when we both got home from class at the same time on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and we fucked after watching a movie together on Saturday night. He may have been the last of the three to get me in bed originally, but his passionate love was every bit as strong as the other two.

The first month of the semester flew by like this, a blur of studying, classes, and being passed around by my three roommates.

January 30 was a Saturday. I had the house to myself for most of the day; Riley was at baseball practice, Avery had driven up into the mountains to jog on some trails, and Harper was working at the planetarium. I missed them, but it was also nice to get some alone time. The one problem with having three boyfriends was that someone was always vying for my attention. I rarely got to relax with just myself.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Then I got a call from Erin. “I need a huge favor,” she said, sounding frantic.

“Anything! What’s wrong?”

“We’re having a birthday party for my roommate, and I forgot the cake! Can you pick it up and swing over to my place?”

“I’m on it!”

“You should stick around for the party!” she added. “Wear something nice.”

I didn’t really like her roommates, but it would be nice to spend some time with Erin. I put on jeans and a blouse, then drove to the bakery to pick up the cake. When I reached Erin’s house, I struggled to find parking because there were so many cars there. I had to park two blocks away.

“Can’t believe she forgot the cake,” I muttered to myself while walking back to her house. “She would forget her tits if they weren’t connected to her.”

I walked up the porch to the front door. I could see people milling around inside. A sign on the door said “Let yourself in!” so I did just that.

And was immediately greeted with a loud, “SURPRISE!” shouted from a dozen voices.

“No, no, it’s just me,” I replied. “I’m delivering the cake for…”

I trailed off as I saw the banner hanging up in the living room: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY LESLIE.” Then I looked around at the guests. Erin and her roommates were there, along with some of my psychology study partners. A few friends I hadn’t seen since sophomore year were also smiling at me.

But it was when I saw Riley, Harper, and Avery that I realized I had been tricked.

“I don’t understand,” I said. “What’s happening?”

Erin took the cake out of my hands. “I thought the banner would have given it away.”

“My birthday is November 30.”

“You were home for Thanksgiving break,” Harper explained. “We were going to throw you a party when you got back, but then…” He trailed off to avoid acknowledging the awkward part.

“But then you totally dumped us for a month,” Avery finished for him.

“Nice one,” Riley muttered. Avery shrugged.

“This is a delayed birthday party,” Harper explained while putting an arm around me. “And we made sure you didn’t have any big studying plans tonight.”

“The last thing we want to be is a distraction,” Avery added.

“We respect your boundaries,” Riley said, deadpan.

“Those sound like well-rehearsed statements,” I said with a laugh. “I don’t care if my birthday was two months ago. I love it!”

Everyone cheered and then someone handed me a red solo cup full of a sugary alcoholic drink.

The party was a lot more fun than I expected. It was great to see some of my old friends who I hadn’t hung out with in forever. I had never been big on celebrating my birthday, but it meant a lot more when I had three lovers planning it for me. It made it more special.

Avery was the designated driver for the evening, which was perfect because we were all pretty tipsy by the time we got home. I wasn’t drunk drunk, but I was hamming it up because I liked the boys taking care of me. All three of them helped me inside, then guided me upstairs. Riley walked behind me with both hands on my ass like he was afraid I was going to fall down the stairs.

When we got to my room, I dropped the act. I was buzzed, but in that perfect groove where everything was silly and fun. I turned around and sat on the edge of the bed as they stood in front of me.

“You know what I want for my birthday?” “Name it,” Harper said.

Avery nodded. “Anything.”

“I want to see who I can get off fastest,” I said, reaching out to touch the front of their jeans. “And which one of you can last the longest. Whip ’em out, boys.”

“I’m not sure that’s a contest I want to win,” Riley grinned as he removed his belt.

“Whoever lasts the longest gets something special,” I said. It was something I’d been fantasizing about, and working my way up to, for a while.

“Special?”

“Special,” I said.

“This is backwards,” Harper pointed out. “It’s your birthday. We’re supposed to get something for you.”

“It’s not actually my birthday,” I replied, grinning lustily at them. “And trust me. This is exactly what I want.”