I found our dorm room empty and silent when I opened the door. I locked the door in case Brooklyn came back. I didn’t want her to see the phone. I went straight to my bed and pulled Amanda’s phone from my bag.

For a moment, I stared at it. A brand-new iPhone cradled in a pink case. I opened the front of the case and pushed the button to turn the phone on. I swiped in the code and looked at the string of notifications. There was little wonder she had such an inflated ego; she had 20 different guys trying to hook up with her. I removed all the notifications and went to her WhatsApp.

There was a group chat there I wanted to have a deeper look at. I’d seen it earlier but couldn’t believe it was serious. Four guys and Amanda were going to hook up in Las Vegas after graduation? At the same time?

I scrolled through the dirty texts and pictures that had been sent back and forth between all of them. I couldn’t believe there were any guys out there that would want to have three other guys with them when they did the deed, but it seemed these guys were the exception to what I thought was the rule.

They’d goaded Amanda into the original bet she’d made. And if she won the bet, she’d get a night with all four of them. The Rome brothers. The hot brothers in the baseball team. Quadruplets that Amanda seemed to have a thing for. She was willing to do anything they asked of her, if she got that one night with them.

I’d heard about them, but I’d never seen them in person. They were the hottest men on campus, from the rumors I’d heard, but I’d never been interested enough to look them up. Now, I knew from their pictures that they weren’t identical. Oh, they were similar in many ways, but I could tell them apart. Michael, Adam, Tristan, and Daniel.

The four men that Amanda desired most.

Their text exchanges were very naughty, and despite myself, I started to feel… hot as I read through the thread. At one point, I crossed my legs to try to ease the ache building between them, but that only made the feeling worse. I let the phone fall to the bed and stared up the ceiling of my room.

What the fuck is wrong with me, I wondered. I’m getting aroused by reading sexy text messages. Am I really that desperate? I took a deep breath, then another to try and calm myself. The feeling of pressure below my navel eased some, so I picked the phone back up.

Michael was the oldest, and the most dominant which was most likely why he was the team captain. He dominated the conversations when he was in them, and directed the others in what to do, or say rather. I noted how he was always the one that talked about fucking Amanda first.

I imagined that it was me they were talking to, for just a moment, and my body was on fire all over again. Only this time, I didn’t stop. I read the other messages, my lip between my teeth and my eyes wide in delight as Adam insisted that Amanda should suck his cock while Michael fucked her.

It was so damn dirty, but I couldn’t stop reading! Who would do something like that? A woman that was either very sure of herself or one that wanted to be used as a fucktoy. And at that moment the way these brothers talked made me want to volunteer to be that fucktoy.

A deep throb started to pulse along my clit as Daniel jumped into the conversation to tell Amanda how he wanted to kneel beside her, to suck one of her nipples while Tristan sucked the other. They’d fight over which one got to tease her clit, but then they’d both tease the nerve-filled organ until she blew apart.

It was a fantasy far beyond anything I’d ever imagined, but now that it was in my head, I knew I’d never forget it. A plan grew in my mind as the minutes passed. I knew at any moment Amanda could have the phone tracked to my position and I wanted this chat to continue, but to continue with me.

WhatsApp was one application I didn’t have on my phone, I never needed it, but I made an account on my phone with Amanda’s information. I went through the verification process, and then added the numbers that the guys used. I quickly wrote up a message to tell them that ‘my’ phone had been stolen and that I had a brand-new number to go with my brand-new phone. I also told them that if anyone texted them from the old number that they should ignore whoever it was because the number wasn’t really me. I told them how I suspected a plot by a girl that didn’t like me, and that I’d appreciate it if they’d only reply to me on this new number.

Just in case they got suspicious, I sent myself a horde of Amanda’s pictures and used one that showed her with a sad face but a lot of cleavage that she hadn’t sent to them before. I’d just gone through their entire chat history and I knew she hadn’t used that one.

I was nervous as I waited for a reply, but then they all chimed in. Michael sent a picture of his very impressive cock while Adam sent a video of him ‘finishing’. That caught my attention and I have to admit, I watched it more than once before I looked at Tristan and Daniel’s replies.

Tristan had sent a sad emoji while Daniel sent a GIF of a hug. I couldn’t believe it, but they were buying it so far. After that, I took the SIM card out of Amanda’s phone and turned it off. That was enough for now. I didn’t think it could be tracked if it was off. I hoped.

My phone pinged again, and I picked it up with a grin that might have been just a little bit evil. Michael wanted to know if I needed some relief from the stress of the day. I sat there, speechless for a moment.

I knew it could all fall apart. That all they would have to do is run into Amanda, or track her down, and they’d know the truth. But something told me that wouldn’t happen. The Rome brothers were barely ever on campus. It was their father’s billions of dollars that kept them from failing their classes. They lived in the mountains in Asheville in some mansion that other students said was amazing.

I looked them up online and found out a few things. They were taking mainly online classes, which was another reason they hadn’t failed, and they all had good grades. They’d traveled the world, going from Spain to Greece, and to Russia more than once. They all planned to play in one of the top baseball teams. Not all four of them could go into the same team, but a couple of them were and the other two were heading down South.

Their parents lived in Charlotte, in some kind of gated community. That would explain the parties.

I looked at my phone, at Michael’s words, and decided it was time to play along.

“Relief would be much appreciated.” I typed into the text box. My sentence was designed to match the way Amanda constructed her sentences on the app.

“Then sit back, baby, and let us help you,” Daniel texted the group.

I couldn’t help the little moan of delight that came out of my throat. They didn’t know it was me, but that was alright. I think. I didn’t care. I just wanted them to continue.

“How would you like to sit on Adam’s face while I fuck you, baby?” Tristan sent and I felt my body jolt with something I couldn’t name. It wasn’t surprise, or excitement. I think it was need, but I wasn’t sure.

I’d never experienced sex of any kind, but oral sex was supposed to be great from what I’d heard.

“Sounds like a good time. Whose dick do I have to suck to get that treatment?” It was bold, but Amanda was bold, at least in the chat.

“That would be mine,” Michael quickly wrote back, and I felt my mouth water.

I wanted to watch that video of Adam’s again but decided to wait.

“And what a delight it would be to suck that cock, Adam,” I responded and clenched the comforter with my empty left hand. This was so bad, but it was so good, too.

I was rewarded with another video. This time Daniel sent the footage. He was stroking himself, slow and easy, and I could hear him moan. The short clip ended suddenly, and I hit replay.

“What about me?” he asked and interrupted my viewing pleasure.

“Can’t I suck them both?” I didn’t know if that was actually possible, but this was a game, right? I would lure the boys into thinking it was Amanda they were talking to, and when we all made it to Vegas for the ultimate moment they’d all waited four years for, I’d hope they would forgive me. And fuck me.

What better way to lose your virginity than by fucking four guys at once?

I hadn’t exactly worked it all out, yet, but I would. For now, I wanted to have fun with these guys. I didn’t know if they’d figure out that I wasn’t Amanda or not, but I hoped they didn’t. I wanted to show up at that hotel they hadn’t booked yet and surprise them. Maybe beg for forgiveness and ask them to fuck me anyway. I knew it was crazy, maybe even a little insane, but who cares?

It would fuck Amanda up beyond all recognition if she was blanked by these guys. She’d spent four years trying to get a chance with them and I planned to steal that moment from her. That would bring her down a few notches, knowing that it was me, the woman she thought so little of for so long, who had fucked the men she wanted more than any others.

“Oh, girl, you can suck how many ever you want, as soon as you get to Vegas,” Adam responded, and I giggled.

“Graduation can’t get here fast enough, then,” I answered him. I didn’t know how I’d afford a trip to Vegas, but according to the plan, all I needed to do was get on a plane; they would take care of the rest.

“You’ve certainly won the bet, by now. You’ve gone through the buildings more than once, according to our last count,” Michael added after a few moments. “You’ve more than earned this trip.”

I guess she had. Maybe they wouldn’t want a virgin, then, I had to wonder. Maybe they wanted a girl that was a lot more experienced than me. I would have to watch some videos or something, do some reading, to learn techniques for sex with more than one guy. Well, sex with even one guy at this point.

Another text came in, on my phone’s messenger system, and I saw that it was from Brooklyn. As usual, she would be at Stuart’s place tonight and was I okay on my own?

“I’m fine, girl. Have fun!” I responded then went back to WhatsApp.

Michael had sent the video this time, a full shot of his body, and my body came alive all over again. He was muscular from head to toe as an athlete he must have to keep fit. It was just strange being sent a photo of a man’s body even if he didn’t mean to send it to me. He had a subtle tan that made his skin glow a golden shade. I loved it so much I wanted to touch him.

“I can’t wait to crawl all over you boys,” I let them know.

It wasn’t something I’d have ever said in real life, but through this medium, I was free to say whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I could be blunt, or subtle. Whatever or however I chose. I could also demand my own pleasure as I’d learned from their earlier texts. It wasn’t just about them getting off. They wanted me… well, Amanda… to get off too.

“Are your hands in your panties yet?” Adam asked, and I looked at the text with surprise.

Really? After all the sex she had every day, Amanda would go home and masturbate to these texts? She must have or Adam wouldn’t have asked that.

I pulled my lip between my teeth and scratched at my unpolished thumbnails. What did I say?

“Yes, and I’m so wet.” I didn’t know if I was or not, but decided I’d soon find out.

“I know you are. You’re a horny little thing.” Michael typed swiftly. “Eager to be touched, to be fucked.”

I was, I must admit.

My hand slid down the top of my pants and into the plain cotton panties I normally wore. I’d have to buy something sexy to meet these guys in. Something black and lacy, or maybe white, lacy, and virginal? A symbol of my purity? Maybe they wouldn’t mind so much then.

“I am, Michael,” I told him with my right hand. My left one was busy sliding down my panties. “I need to feel you, all of you, or I just might die.”

Amanda had written that more than once, so I knew it would sound normal.

My fingers slid between my folds at last, and I was surprised at just how silky wet I was. I slid my middle finger around, down to the wettest spot, and then back up to the spot that throbbed the most. The slick sensation of my finger against my clit was enough to make me moan all over again.

“You guys wouldn’t believe how wet I am. Help me. Get me off?”

“We will,” Tristan answered this time. “We will make you come so hard you’ll think your eyes will explode.”

I loved that these four men were so eager to help and that they were eloquent in doing it. They could be all Neanderthal about it, tell me to send them pictures of my tits or my pussy, or tell me how they were going to fuck me and not care about what I felt or experienced, but they seemed to really care about mutual pleasure and that was huge for me.

My finger strummed over my clit again and I started to press into it, to see if that helped the ache. It felt so good. I started to make slow circles, directly on it, soft and gentle, but enough to make sparks fly.

The phone pinged and I glanced at it.

“About that earlier text. You still want me to fuck you while you get your pussy licked?” Michael asked causing pictures to form in my head.

A bed with a tall headboard, tall enough for me to hold onto as I ground my hips down into a face or thrust them back to take Michael’s cock inside me. Something started, deep inside of me, and then it bloomed into an explosion that rocked through me. Everything went quiet as release echoed through me on the waves of pleasure that swept up into my brain. It felt so good, too good to be real, but it was.

My finger danced, it strummed out each quake of pleasure as my legs pulled up, clenched together on another wave of bliss. This is what I was taking from Amanda. This was why I wouldn’t give that bitch her phone back. I needed this. And the revenge I would get on her.