Casey is ready for one last college adventure, preferably of the naughty kind. Her racy Tinder pic has received a lot of right swipes. Casey matched with three delicious looking young men: preppy Brant, bad-boy Tyler, and quarterback Rick.
Her only problem? All their dates are on the same day!
When all three guys end up being as sexy as their profile pics promised, Casey doesn’t want to have to choose who to go home with. Luckily, these guys like to share.
**Warning!** This short story is for mature (in age, anyway) readers only. Contains one horny college girl, up-skirt fingering in a Starbucks, a talented pierced tongue, guy-on-guy kissing, and a frat house m/f/m/m foursome.
This story is also available in GETTING IT ON-LINE: THREE MODERN EROTIC BISEXUAL MÉNAGE STORY BUNDLE by Kenzie Quinn
Excerpt from SWIPE RIGHT:
Tyler followed her gaze to the framed tattoo photos. “Any idea what tattoo you’d get?”
“Well…” Casey bit her lip, worrying it delicately between her teeth. She couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease Tyler. “You’ll probably think it’s cliché.”
Casey pressed her knees together, rubbing them. Her panties were still damp.
“I think I’d like a flower, a rose maybe.” She licked her lips. “Not a red one, but light pink, blushing darker in the centre.” She wiggled in her seat. “Petals slowly unfolding. Opening up.” She relaxed her knees, letting them fall apart. “And moist. You know, with dew drops all over, shining.”
Tyler’s deep dark eyes seemed to devour her. “That sounds… downright sexy.” He sat on the edge of the desk chair and rolled up close to her side. “Where would you get it?” His appreciative gaze ran up and down her body, turning her on.
“I’m not sure…” Casey looked down herself. “Maybe my ankle?” She stretched out a leg, rotating her foot, giving Tyler a long glimpse of pale, taut thigh. “Or my back?” She sat up straight, thrusting out her chest. She lifted her shirt to expose her flat stomach, twisting to look down at her side. Tyler watched like a hawk. Casey’s sex swelled. “Or maybe my collarbone?” She dropped her t-shirt’s hem and pulled on the ripped collar, exposing the tops of her pushed-up breasts.
“Good spot.” Tyler leaned in and traced his fingers over the raised ridge of her collarbone. A thrill of lust ran from his touch, peaking her nipples and making her sex throb. “I could give you a professional assessment, if you want. You may have to remove your shirt though.”
Casey let her smile come on long and slow. She leaned forward and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up and off in one swift motion.