First Taste

Guilt hit me like a wave the next morning. I lay in bed replaying every touch from the night before the way Marcus and Derek had sandwiched me on the couch, their hands and mouths driving me to orgasm without even fucking me. They were twice my age. One was my stepfather. This was so wrong. I told myself I’d behave today. I’d avoid them. Keep my distance.

But the villa had other plans.

I wandered downstairs in a loose tank top and shorts, hoping for coffee and solitude. The sound of weights clanging led me to the home gym. The door was slightly ajar. I peeked inside...