Vanilla and warm wood hit Simon as he opened the door to Jana’s apartment. A familiar scent, but tonight it had something urgent, almost beckoning. Jana stood in the hallway, her dark red velvet dress tight over her hips, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Behind her, in the living room, he heard glasses clinking and soft laughter—Lena was already there.
“You’re early,” Jana said, stepping closer to press a kiss on his cheek. Her lips were soft, but the kiss was fleeting, as if she were already elsewhere. “Lena brought champagne. We wanted to chat a bit before the others arrive.”
Simon nodded, taking off his jacket. He had known Lena for years, since she studied with Jana. A woman with a smoky voice and a laugh that filled rooms. Tonight she wore a black lace top, low-cut, and tight jeans. When she saw him, she raised her glass.
“Simon! Glad you’re here. We need a male perspective for the games tonight.”
He laughed and dropped onto the couch. Jana sat next to him, her hand finding his thigh—a light touch that was more promise than tenderness. “I thought bachelorette parties were men-free,” he said.
“Not this one,” Lena said, pouring him a glass. “We decided you’re the guest of honor. After all, you’re marrying our Jana in two weeks.”
Simon took a sip of champagne, the bubbles tingling on his tongue. He looked back and forth between the two women. Jana was blonde, with soft features and a smile that still made him gasp when she used it right. Lena was the complete opposite—dark-haired, with sharp cheekbones and a gaze that seemed to demand. Together, they were a sight that made him strangely restless.
The Game Begins
“So,” Lena began, setting her glass down, “we have a little tradition for such evenings. A game to break the ice.” She pulled a card from her bag with questions on it. “Truth or Dare, but with a twist. Everyone has to answer the question or perform the task, and the others can ask follow-ups.”
Jana giggled and leaned against Simon. “I’m ready.”
Simon hesitated. He wasn’t a fan of such games, but the way Lena looked at him—challenging and curious—left him no choice. “Okay, go ahead.”
Lena drew the first card. “Jana: What’s the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done?”
Jana laughed and blushed. “Oh, that’s easy. Last year, at the company party, I hooked up with a colleague in the bathroom while my boss was calling for me outside.”
Simon raised an eyebrow. He had never heard that. Jana looked at him, her hand moving higher up his leg. “It was before we were together. No reason to be jealous.”
“Of course not,” he said, but a slight pang of something he couldn’t name shot through him.
Lena drew the next card. “Simon: What’s your deepest fantasy?”
He swallowed. The champagne made him bold, but the question caught him off guard. He looked at Jana, who stared at him expectantly, and then at Lena, who suppressed a smile. “I don’t have any special fantasies,” he lied.
“Liar,” Lena said softly. “Everyone has them. Come on, we’re among friends.”
Jana squeezed his thigh. “Tell us. I’m curious.”
Simon took a deep breath. “Okay. Sometimes I imagine us as a threesome. Me and two women.” He said it quietly, and immediately regretted it. The silence that followed was heavy.
Then Lena laughed, a deep, purring laugh. “Interesting. And have you ever thought about who the second woman could be?”
Before he could answer, Jana stood up and pulled him up. “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom. The game is over here.”
Simon followed her, confused, but when he saw Lena’s gaze following him, he knew the evening wasn’t over yet.
The Invitation
In the bedroom, only a candle burned on the dresser, its flickering light casting shadows on the walls. Jana turned to him, her hands sliding under his shirt. “You surprised me,” she whispered. “I didn’t know you had such fantasies.”
“It’s just a fantasy,” he said, but his voice was hoarse. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” she said, pressing against him. “I find it exciting. But I want you to be honest. Would you really do it? With another woman and me?”
Simon felt his heart beat faster. Jana’s hands worked on his belt, and he helped her open his pants. “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s complicated.”
“Nothing is complicated when we do it together,” said a voice from the door. Lena stood there, the black top hanging loose over one shoulder, her breasts almost exposed. “I heard what you said, Simon. And I’m ready if you are.”
Jana turned around, but she didn’t seem surprised. “Lena and I talked earlier,” she said. “We thought it could be a nice memory for my last night as a single. What do you think?”
Simon stood there, half-naked, between two women who looked at him as if he were the answer to a question they had long asked. The scent of vanilla was stronger now, mixed with the women’s perfume and the musk of his own arousal. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he said, but his hands trembled with desire.
Lena stepped closer, her fingers grazing his arm. “You don’t have to do anything. Just feel. Let yourself go.” She kissed him—a kiss, warm and demanding—her tongue found his, and he tasted champagne and something sweet. At the same time, he felt Jana’s hands on his back, peeling him out of his shirt. He was trapped between them, and there was no way out—only this moment.
The Foreplay
They moved to the bed, a dance of hands and lips. Lena knelt on the mattress while Jana sat Simon on the edge. “Lie down,” Jana commanded, and he obeyed. The sheet was cool under his back. Lena leaned over him, her hair falling like a curtain around his face as she covered his mouth with hers. Her breasts brushed his chest, the nipples hard through the fabric.
Jana undressed, her movements slow, as if she were putting on a show for him. The red velvet fell to the floor, and she stood there in black lace lingerie that hugged her curves. Then she climbed onto the bed and sat next to his head, her hand in his hair. “Watch us,” she whispered.
He watched as Lena leaned over him, her
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