I sat on the sofa between Steve and Charles eating popcorn and watching some movie that none of us could concentrate on. The sexual tension was off the charts as I subtly flirted with both of them and they struggled to act cool and calm.

I would brush my hand over their hands as I reached for more popcorn or I would clumsily drop a piece of popcorn down my shirt and have to dig between my tits to get it out. “Whoops, would you look at that?” I would laugh as I rummaged between my ...