Lila's POV
When I finally got home, the house was quiet and dark. Mom was already asleep, so I didn't have to explain anything or pretend I was okay. I slipped inside quietly, took off my shoes, and went straight to my small bedroom. The moment I closed the door behind me, I flopped down onto my bed, still wearing my clothes from the day.
My fingers kept touching my lips without thinking. They felt warm and a little swollen. My cheeks were still flushed, burning with heat even though I was alone now. I couldn't stop replaying what had happened in the laundry room.
My first kiss.
My very first kiss in my whole life… and it was with Jax — the hottest guy on campus. The basketball captain. The one with the deep voice, the tattoos, and that confident smile that made my knees weak. Who wouldn't want to be kissed by someone like him? But I never dreamed it would actually happen to me. Not to the chubby cleaner who spent her nights mopping floors and collecting trash.
The kiss felt so real. I could still feel the pressure of his lips on mine, the way he cupped my cheeks gently but firmly, the warmth of his breath, and how the kiss grew deeper until I was kissing him back. My heart had been pounding so hard I thought it might burst. Even now, lying on my bed, the memory made my stomach flutter and my body feel hot all over again.
I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, my fingers still brushing across my lips. The dorm uniform was still on, tight and a little sweaty from the long shift. I could feel the dampness between my legs that hadn't gone away since Jax touched my thigh and kissed me. It had only gotten worse after he left.
I closed my eyes and let the memory play again. The laundry room. The vibrating washing machine against my back. Jax stepping closer, shirtless and sweaty. His hand on my thigh. His whispered words. And then the kiss.
My breathing grew a little faster. Without really thinking about it, my hand slowly slid down my body. I rested it on my soft belly first, feeling the familiar roundness under my palm. Then I moved lower, slipping under the hem of my uniform until my fingers reached between my thighs.
I was still so wet.
My panties were soaked through. The moment my fingertips brushed over the damp fabric, a small shiver ran through me. I bit my lip and pressed a little harder, imagining Jax's hand there instead of mine. The kiss in the laundry room played in my head like a movie — his lips moving against mine, his tongue gently tasting me, the way he called me "good girl."
A soft sound escaped my throat. I rubbed slow circles over my panties, feeling the slick heat. It felt good, but my mind wanted more. The wild fantasies I had been trying to push away all day came rushing back, stronger than ever.
In my imagination, the laundry room door opened again. Theo and Miles walked in. They didn't look surprised. Instead, they smiled like they had been waiting for this moment. Theo came up behind me first, his playful hands sliding around my waist, resting on my soft belly. He squeezed gently, like he loved how plush I felt.
"You're so soft," he whispered in my ear, just like I imagined he would.
Miles stood in front of me, his calm blue eyes warm. He reached out and cupped my heavy breasts through the uniform, thumbs brushing over my hard nipples. "These are beautiful," he said quietly. "So full and perfect."
I moaned softly in real life as my fingers moved faster. In the fantasy, Jax was still kissing me deeply while Theo's hands explored my round belly and wide hips. Miles gently pulled the top of my uniform down, freeing my breasts. He leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking softly while his fingers played with the other.
The pleasure built quickly. I slipped my hand inside my panties, finding my swollen, slippery folds. I was dripping wet. My fingers circled my clit, then slid lower, teasing my entrance. In my mind, Theo's hand joined mine between my legs. He pushed two fingers inside me slowly, curling them just right while Jax kept kissing me and Miles worshipped my breasts.
"You feel so good," Theo murmured. "So warm and wet for us."
Miles lifted his head and smiled. "Let us take care of you, Lila. You deserve this."
I arched my back on the bed, my free hand gripping the sheets. My fingers moved faster now, sliding in and out, rubbing my clit with every stroke. The fantasy grew more intense. All three of them were touching me at once — Jax's mouth on my neck, Theo's fingers thrusting deeper inside me, Miles's hands squeezing and massaging my soft breasts, telling me how beautiful my body was.
I imagined them praising every part of me. Jax whispering how much he loved my thick thighs. Theo kissing my round belly. Miles telling me my curves made him crazy.
The pressure inside me kept building, higher and tighter. My breathing turned into soft pants. I rubbed faster, my hips rocking against my own hand as the fantasy played out.
In my mind, they surrounded me completely. Jax kissed me again while Theo's fingers moved quicker. Miles pinched my nipples gently, sending sparks of pleasure straight down to where I was touching myself.
"Come for us, Lila," Jax whispered against my lips.
That was all it took.
My body tensed, my thighs shook, and a strong wave of pleasure crashed over me. I came hard, biting my lip to keep quiet so I wouldn't wake Mom. My fingers kept moving through the orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible while my mind filled with images of all three guys holding me, touching me, wanting me.
When it finally faded, I lay there breathing heavily, my hand still between my legs, sticky and warm. My uniform was rumpled, my cheeks flushed, and my heart was still racing.
I stared at the ceiling again, a small, shy smile forming on my lips. My first kiss had been with Jax… and then my mind had taken it so much further with all three of them. The fantasy felt so real and so good that I couldn't feel guilty about it right now.