And once I open myself up to that worry, I have to consider the possibility that Nadia has only gotten caught up in mine and Darren’s excitement, that it was one thing to imagine what this would be like while she and Darren were looking at my exceptionally sexy selfies in the privacy of their home. Now that I know them, I can imagine how easy it would have been for Nadia to sit on Darren’s lap and ride him nice and slow while they flipped through all the pictures I sent them, and he whispered filthy things to her in that soft, deep voice that has gotten me off over the phone most nights in the past month. In fact, I don’t have to imagine it; I know it’s true.

But the fear that builds in me in that moment is that all of this — the past three months — was nothing more than a fantasy, and soon, the bubble around us will burst.

“No,” Nadia says defiantly, breathless, her eyes dancing with fear and excitement. “I want to do everything.”

And just like that, the bubble of those fabricated fears pops. Huh, I think to myself, a dazed smile crossing my lips.

And then Nadia laughs. “I can’t say I’ll be good at any of it, but I want to try. I want to try everything. And I’ll learn. I’ll be better next time. And Darren’s been giving me pointers,” she adds hastily.

“Oh my God,” I breathe. “How the fuck are you two this cute?”

My heart was racing, but now it’s pounding. I want to tell her that she’ll be great or that Darren and I will help her where she stumbles, especially if she stumbles between my legs. But I want to get naked more than I want to keep speaking. I feel light now.

Light and horny as fuck.

I let my bra fall to the floor.

Nadia’s mouth gapes beautifully. “You do like lace,” she whispers.

I cup my breasts in my palms and lift them so she can see the full lace pattern tattooed across the top of my ribs.

“Did it hurt?” she asks.

“Some parts, yes. Some parts, no.”

Nadia sits up on her knees, and I see her right hand flinch as she starts to reach for me but then stops. Something about that movement makes me feel the same way as when I’ve just finished making out with Darren, and he dips his head and uses his index finger to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, all to hide his smile.

Yeah, I’m down bad about these two.