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I woke up the next morning fairly early. Jake was still flat out, lying facedown as usual, but as I lay there in the quiet, the guilt of the night before began to creep in.

The reality of it finally hit me: I’d just had an unplanned threesome with my boyfriend and his old friend—our temporary lockdown lodger. I couldn't help the mounting fear. What have I done? How would Jake feel now that the "high" had worn off? Was our relationship still intact, or had I just broken something I couldn't fix? And then there was Harry—what would he think of me now? What if word ever got out? All these questions were racing through my brain at a hundred miles an hour.

Eventually, the anxiety of the unknown became too much to bear. I needed to know my fate. I nudged Jake’s shoulder, pushing him until he reluctantly stirred.

“What’s up? It’s early,” he mumbled, barely opening an eye.

I wasn't sure if he’d blocked it out or if I’d just had the most vivid dream of my life. I took a breath. “Are we... okay?”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” he replied, sounding genuinely confused.

“Erm, the threesome last night?” I said, my voice dripping with a bit of nervous sarcasm.

“So?” he replied bluntly.

I felt a wave of confusion. He clearly remembered, but he didn't seem the least bit bothered.

“So, you’re actually okay with the fact that I slept with Harry last night?” I asked, desperate for some proper confirmation and reassurance.

“Yeah. Why? Are you?” he asked, turning the question back on me.

“I don’t know. Are you going to change how you feel about me now?”

“Why would I? It was my idea, wasn’t it? I’m fine, honestly. Stop worrying about it.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah. Now, can I go back to sleep?”

I felt a massive weight lift off my chest. At least that was half the equation solved. I still wasn't sure how Harry was going to react when we all finally faced each other, or if he was even still in the flat.

As I sat there, Jake piped up again. “Did you not enjoy it, then?”

“I mean... yeah, it was fine,” I replied, trying to play it cool. “It’s just not exactly an everyday thing, is it?”

“That’s all that matters, then,” Jake said, a bit of a smirk in his voice. “You certainly looked like you were enjoying it when Harry had you hanging off the edge of the bed.”

“Shut up, Jake!” I laughed, shoving him.

“Relax, babe. I’m fine, you’re fine. I’m going to make a coffee.”

With that, Jake hopped out of bed and headed for the kitchen. I decided to stay back for a moment and head for a long shower before I had to face them both at the breakfast bar.

As I stepped into the shower, I noticed the dried remains on my stomach where Harry had finished the night before. I vividly remembered lifting my head off the pillow to watch him, and now, seeing what I’d failed to wipe away before falling asleep made everything feel incredibly real.

As I dried myself in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but think about how Harry had seen me in a way he was never supposed to. I just hoped the rest of the day wasn't going to be unbearable.

When I got back to the kitchen, my nerves settled slightly. Harry hadn't surfaced yet. Instead, Jake was sitting at the breakfast bar, scrolling through his phone with two cups of coffee waiting.

“Feeling better after your shower?” he asked, not looking up.

“Yeah, I think so,” I replied, taking a seat. “How do you think Harry is going to be, though?”

“Honestly, you’re overthinking it. He’ll be fine.”

I pulled out my own phone and put on a YouTube video, sipping my coffee and trying to create enough of a distraction to stop my mind from racing.

It was about an hour later when the door to the living room finally opened and Harry walked in. He looked over at us both as he entered, and for a second, I wondered if he was actually more nervous than I was.

“Morning,” he said tentatively.

“Morning,” we both replied in unison.

“Coffee?” Jake asked, already moving toward the kettle.

“Yeah, please.”

Harry took the stool next to me, opposite Jake. The silence in the room was heavy—the kind of quiet that makes you wish you’d left the TV on for background noise. We all just sat there, focused on our mugs.

“Sleep okay?” Jake eventually asked.

“Yeah... yeah, sound,” Harry replied, keeping it brief.

The silence returned, even more awkward than before. Finally, Jake decided to properly broach the subject. “How’s your cardio after last night, then?”

Harry let out a sharp, exhaled laugh, the tension finally lifting. “Erm... yeah. Good.”

We all shared a bit of a laugh then, which finally broke the ice. Harry looked my way, his expression a bit more serious. “Are you okay?”

I did my best to act completely unfazed, even though I was secretly dying inside. “I’m fine, honestly. I wasn't exactly expecting that to happen, but yeah. Are you?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, a small smile appearing. “I think so.”

“Rae said you bruised her insides when she woke up,” Jake said playfully, leaning back on his stool.

“No, I didn’t, you dickhead!” I fired back, though I couldn't help a small, embarrassed smile. I could tell Harry didn’t quite know how to react, his eyes darting between us.

“She has an amazing ass, though, doesn’t she, Haz?” Jake continued, completely relentless.

Harry cleared his throat, glancing at me. “Yeah... you do, to be fair.”

I felt my face tingle—a weird mixture of feeling flattered and the nagging worry that they both thought I was "easy." I decided to drop the "cool girl" act for a second.

“I’ve never done anything like that before. It was Jake’s

“Look, I’ve never done anything like that before. It was Jake’s idea” “Can we keep this between ourselves, please?”

I felt the mask slip slightly, showing them I wasn't quite as comfortable as I’d been pretending.

“Yeah, same,” Harry agreed quickly. “I’d rather no one ever knows. I could do without that following me back to Dubai.”

“It stays in this flat, just between us,” Jake said, finalising the pact. “Right... shall we do the 10k now?”

And just like that, we carried on with our day. A run followed by a living room circuit and lunch. It was strange how quickly we fell back into the routine, though there were a few moments throughout the afternoon when Harry and I brushed past each other in the hallway, and I still felt that spike of tension.

Late that afternoon, Jake headed out to the shops. I found myself in the living room with Harry while he sat with his laptop, checking in for his flight.

I found myself needing to say it again. I told him I’d never done anything like that before and that I didn't want him to think I was a slag. He stopped typing and looked at me, his expression softening.

He reassured me that he didn’t think that at all and that I had absolutely nothing to worry about from him.

He said, if anything, he was the one who should feel guilty. He pointed out that me and Jake hadn't actually done anything wrong, whereas he’d technically cheated on his girlfriend for the second time in two weeks. I actually found myself apologising to him, as I felt I was partly to blame.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said. “It’s completely on me.”

“Do you regret it?” he asked me then.

“Erm... not regret it. But it’s just a little weird, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I get what you mean.”

I started to feel much better after speaking to him one-on-one, without Jake there making jokes.

“Do you regret it?” I asked him back.

He took a deep breath and looked toward the ceiling. “It probably wasn't my smartest choice, seeing as I have Emily back home... but you really do have an amazing ass, like Jake said.”

I laughed, the tension finally evaporating. “Haha, do I?”

“I think you probably know you do.”

“I do like my bum, to be fair,” I admitted.

“Yeah. Those squats have paid off.”

We caught each other's eyes for a moment. It wasn't the frantic energy of the night before, it was something else a bit of shared history.

“You have a pretty nice dick, too,” I said, feeling a sudden spark of boldness. “But don’t tell Jake I said that.”

He let out a proper laugh. “Haha, thanks. I tried my best.”

A small silence followed, but it wasn't awkward this time. It was just a quiet, knowing smile between us.

The silence was eventually broken by the beeping of the washing machine, and I used it as my cue to head off and leave him to his packing.

When the evening eventually came, we didn’t do our usual YouTube music vibe. Instead, we ordered a pizza as a reward for our week of healthy eating.

We curled up on the sofa and watched some random episodes of game of thrones instead. I was tucked in next to Jake, and Harry was sitting on the chair right next to us.

When the inevitable sex scene came on, the room felt really small. As the sound of the moans filled the quiet living room, I couldn’t help but feel on edge. I knew exactly what would be popping into everyone’s heads, and I felt suddenly, painfully conscious of the fact that I was the "shared girl" in the room.

I became fixated on the smallest things. I had my pink ankle socks on, and for some reason, even my feet felt too "visible" in that moment. I found myself instinctively tucking them underneath me, trying to curl into a ball to feel less exposed. It was like I wanted to disappear into the cushions until the scene was over and the tension in the room finally broke.

At that moment, I actually felt like a joke from Jake about the night before might have relieved some of the tension, but it never came. Everyone just stayed quiet, staring at the screen while the scene played out.

Because Harry needed to be up early for his flight, we didn’t stay up late or drink; we decided to just call it a night. Saying goodnight and goodbye to Harry was brief. I deliberately decided not to give him a hug—after the events of the last twenty-four hours, a hug felt like it would have been way too personal or just plain awkward.

Once we were in bed, I was half-expecting Jake to pounce on me, but he didn't. I found myself falling asleep to the background noise of Gilmore Girls once again, the familiar theme tune a strange comfort after such a chaotic day.

I was woken up some time later to Jake whispering, asking if I wanted him to go down on me. As sleepy as I was, I can never say no to that. Before I knew it, Jake was pulling my knickers to the side and burying his head between my legs.

"Pretty soon, Jake had worked his way up, and we were into our usual routine. But after everything that had happened, this 'reclaim' sex felt different—I was extra turned on and quickly moved myself on top of him.

That’s when the dirty talk started.

'Did you like having two cocks last night?' he asked.

I wasn’t sure what the right answer was supposed to be, but in the heat of the moment, I didn't care. I leaned into it. 'Yeah,' I breathed as I rode him.

'Did his dick feel good?'

'It was good, babe,' I whispered, my heart racing.

'Did you love it?'

'Yeah...'

He looked up at me, clearly more turned on than I’d seen him in a while. He flipped me over into doggy and really pounded me.

“Shall I text Harry”

My heart stopped. Even though we had only just done it the previous night, I honestly didn’t expect it to happen again. I thought the dirty talk was just his way of spicing things up—a bit of roleplay to heighten the moment.

“Do you want to?” I asked, my voice breathy.

“I want you to want to,” he replied.

The realization hit me: he wanted me to fuck Harry again. My head was a rush of conflicting signals, but I couldn’t find the words to say no.

“Did you like fucking us both?” Jake pressed.

“Yeah,” I admitted, “but I don’t want it to be a regular thing.”

“It’s not going to be. It’s just another chance to have some fun while we can.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, seeking that last bit of permission.

“Let’s do it.”

I felt him reach for his phone on the nightstand, his rhythm never faltering. Less than a minute later, the door pushed open and Harry stepped into the light. This time, I was facing him.

I had spent the entire afternoon trying to convince him I wasn't "that kind of girl," and I’d left that conversation truly believing he saw me differently. Now, here he was, stripping off his shorts as he walked toward the bed.

Fuck it, I thought. As much as I wanted to come out of this week guilt-free, I was too horny to fight the momentum. I reached out for him, and just like that, he was in my mouth for the second time.

The session continued with the same intensity as the night before, the two of them taking turns. But this time, when I got on top of Harry, I didn't hold back. I rode him with the same abandon I usually reserved for Jake, and it felt incredible. He seemed to sense the change, too—he was more confident, reaching up to grip my breasts as I moved on him.

When they swapped again, I found myself pinned in missionary. Jake leaned over and purposely shoved a pillow under my bum. I knew exactly what that meant; I knew what he was setting up. He reached into the side table and pulled out a small bottle of lube.

Anal was something Jake and I did now and then to mix things up, and I actually didn't mind it, but it always felt intensely personal. I knew I should have redirected him—should have steered things back toward something more familiar—but I was too caught in the momentum. Instead of protesting, I simply closed my eyes and focused on Harry, who was back in my mouth.

I felt Jake press against me. There were the usual two minutes of awkward repositioning before he finally slid inside. When I looked up at Harry, I saw his eyes were locked onto exactly what was happening down there. I felt more exposed in that moment than I had the very first night he walked through the door.

I pulled Harry closer, sucking harder to regain his focus, desperate to pull his attention back to my face. It worked. When I looked up again, his gaze was fixed on me, dark and focused.

I’ve always been someone who enjoys sex, but I’ve also always tried to be "sensible" in my everyday life. I liked having that reputation. Yet here I was being fucked like that while another man was in my mouth. As much as I should have felt conflicted, the guilt wouldn't take hold. I was enjoying it. There was something empowering about being this open, this desired, and this reckless.

When they next swapped, my anxiety spiked again. I didn’t know what Harry’s would do. As he moved into the position Jake had just vacated, I wondered if he’d be more polite if he’d choose the more conventional path.

It didn't take long to find out. He pressed into the exact same place Jake had just left. I couldn’t help but look down, watching as he slid inside me. I knew then that trying to convince him I "wasn't that kind of girl" tomorrow would be impossible. But in that room, under those lights, I didn't care.

This time, Jake didn't take his place in front of me. He stepped back, standing at the side of the bed, leaving me entirely to Harry or rather, leaving me to be fucked by Harry while he simply watched.

I looked over at Jake, trying to gauge his reaction. His eyes met mine, and I could see he was content just to watch me like that. I turned my focus back to Harry, who was completely mesmerized by where he currently was.

He was cautious at first, matching his pace to mine, but it wasn't long before he lost that restraint and began pounding into me. A few minutes later, he reached his limit, pulling out sharply and finishing across my stomach for the second time that week.

I just stared at him, unable to find the words. I sank back into the pillow and let out a long, shaky breath.

“Fuck,” was all I could muster.

I don’t know if it was the nerves or just the sheer absurdity of the situation, but I started to giggle. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. Harry collapsed at the end of the bed, clearly trying to catch his breath.

Jake sat beside me, gently brushing his hand over my forehead. “You okay, babe?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I said, my eyes closed and an unhideable smile tugging at my lips.

“Was it good?”

“It was alright, yeah,” I replied, the smile only growing wider.

I could feel Harry’s warmth starting to run down the side of my belly. I looked down and realized I didn't have anything to wipe it away with, so I just lay there for a moment, letting the reality of it sink in.

“I should probably go for a shower,” I finally announced.

I left them both on the bed and retreated to the bathroom. Under the water, a small part of me felt like I’d let my "sensible" reputation slip, but in that moment, I truly didn’t care. I took my time, and by the time I stepped out, Harry had already slipped back to his room.

I climbed back into bed with Jake and eventually fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I made a conscious choice: I stayed under the covers until I heard the door click shut and Harry had left for his flight. I wasn't in the mood for any more small talk.

I haven’t seen him since that day. Thankfully, he’s never tried to find me on Facebook or reach out. I haven’t had a threesome since then, either. It remains my one crazy lockdown experience.