The air between them crackled with unspoken possibilities, thick enough to taste. Lilly’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile as she looked from one to the other. “I have a better idea,” she said, her voice a little huskier than usual. “I know a spot. An old greenhouse behind the abandoned horticulture building. No one goes there. It’s quiet… private.”

Kai’s grin widened, a flash of white teeth and pure, predatory interest. “A secret hangout? I like it.” His eyes dropped to the rapid pulse beating at the base of her throat. “Evening, then. More atmosphere.”

Leo’s gaze was intense, thoughtful. “We’ll bring the books. And… anything else we might need.” The subtle emphasis on the last few words sent another delicious tremor through her.

“Tomorrow,” Lilly agreed, her heart hammering against her ribs. “Seven o’clock. Don’t be late.” She turned to leave, acutely aware of their eyes on her back, on dampness already gathering between her thighs, a slick, eager promise of what was to come.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Kai turned to Leo, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a focused intensity. “Holy shit, Leo. Did you see the way she looked at us?”

They fell into step, heading away from the lecture hall, them as they sought a quieter corridor. Leo ran a hand through his hair, a rare display of nerves. “I saw. She’s not just agreeing to study, is she?”

“Hell no,” Kai breathed, his voice low and excited. “She suggested a secret meetup. At night. That’s an invitation if I’ve ever heard one.” He leaned against a row of lockers, the metal groaning softly. “I’ve been thinking about her… about *this*… since orientation. The way her tits fill out those I lie awake at night imagining what it would be like to get my hands on her, to feel all that softness.”

Leo’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I know. I think about it, too.” His confession was quiet, almost shy, but his eyes were dark with a hunger that mirrored Kai’s. “I imagine what her skin would taste like. What sounds she’d make if we both touched her at the same time.”

Kai clapped him on the shoulder, a gesture of solidarity and shared intent. “Then that’s the plan. We make our move tomorrow. Not just one of us. Both of us. Together. I think… I think that’s what she wants.”

The following afternoon found them in the library, the air thick with the smell of old paper and dust. They found Lilly tucked away in a secluded carrel on the third floor, surrounded by stacks of books on Nabokov. She looked up as they approached, a slow, languid smile spreading across her face. She was wearing a simple curve, the neckline dipping just low enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of the soft swell of her breasts.

“ering between them.

Kai pulled up a chair without invitation, sitting so close his knee brushed against her meaty thigh under the table. “We’re eager to get started,” he said, his tone implying the project was the last thing on his mind. He pulled out a copy of *Lolita*, letting his fingers trail over the cover. “Lots of… forbidden themes to unpack.”

Leo sat on her other side, boxing her in. His arm brushed against hers as he reached for a notepad, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through all of them. “The dynamics of desire are complex,” he said, his voice a low murmur meant only for her. “The power of being wanted by more than one person.”

Lilly’s breath hitched. She could feel the heat radiating from both of their bodies, could smell Kai’s clean, athletic scent and Leo’s subtler, spicier cologne. It was dizzying. “It’s about obsession,” she replied, her own voice dropping to a whisper. “About wanting something so much it consumes you.” She let her hand rest on the table, her fingers inches from Kai’s.

Kai didn’t hesitate. He covered her hand with his own, his thumb stroking slowly over her knuckles. “Some obsessions are worth giving in to.” His green eyes held hers, unwavering.

On her other side, Leo’s hand came to rest on the back of her chair, his fingers just ghosting the bare skin of her shoulder. “What do you think happens when Humbert finally gives in?” he asked, his breath warm against her ear. “Do you think it’s everything he imagined?”

Lilly’s pussy clenched, growing wet and heavy with need. She could feel her nipples hardening into tight peaks against the fabric of her top. She turned her head slightly, her lips almost brushing Leo’s cheek, and looked at Kai. “I think,” she breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, “the reality is always so much better than the fantasy.”

The Secret Hangout