"I can show you," says Helix. "If Clarissa is up for assisting."
"You need my help to show us what you ordered?" It can't be that hard to open the package and pull whatever it is out.
"Yeah. If you're up for it." Helix shakes the box at me. "I ordered it right after breakfast."
"After breakfast." I don't know exactly what Helix ordered, but I definitely remember the conversation he and Quintin had at the table. Glancing at Quintin, who is biting his lip, I bet he's remembering the exact same thing.
"Are you up for it?" asks Helix. "You're allowed to say no, but I'd love you to show my teammates what I ordered because some of them weren't there for this morning's debriefing."
The other gamers move in a little closer on their rolling computer chairs, tension filling the room.
I could say no and head upstairs to continue what I was working on at the café. But then I'd miss out on what is in the box, and it'll only be brought up later, either in conversation orto my room. Besides, isn't this part of the experience I've signed up for? Helix is offering me something new right now, right here.
"Okay."
"Okay what?" Helix fingers the tape holding the box closed.
"Okay, I'll help you show everyone what you ordered," I say in a small voice, my stomach churning with anticipation and nerves … and excitement. These guys haven't hurt me once. Even if I was nervous about trying something, they've always made me feel good in the end. And throughout.
"Awesome." An excited, megawatt smile lights up his face, and he turns off his computer screen. "Come lean over onto my desk."
I move between Helix and the Ethan's empty chair to the desk. I'm not sure exactly what Helix wants me to do, so I half sit, half lean on the desk, still facing the group.
Where is Ethan? Should we wait for him?
Helix opens the box. I want to peek, but Quintin is already there looking over Helix's shoulder. And his grin makes me nervous.
"Maybe it would be better if Clarissa was actually leaning over more?" suggests Quintin. "She'd have to get her shoulders onto the desk for the best view and there's not enough space with the computers."
My shoulders onto the desk? Best view?I don't understand what they're talking about, but they're looking more excited by the moment.
"Clarissa, why don't you come over here instead," says Lionel, patting his lap. "You can put your hands on my thighs. That will get you in the best position."
"Are you sure?" asks Helix. "You won't have a good view."
"I can look after," says Lionel. "Besides, this way I get Clarissa touching me."
They all look at me, waiting. My stomach flutters as I realize I have to move, bend over, and look Lionel in the eye while touching him in front of all of my other boyfriends.
Well, I did agree to this.Slowly, I straighten and shuffle over to stand in front of Lionel.
"Put your hands on his lap," says Quintin.
"Right here." Lionel points to the top of his thighs. Very close to the growing bulge in his sweatpants.
My mouth suddenly feels dry, and I lick my lips. Lionel watches the small motion very closely.
Then I place my hands just shy of where Lionel pointed. If I put my hands there, my thumbs will brush the still-growing bulge. I'm also very conscious of the fact that my ass is now pointed at the rest of the group, and that if I lift my eyes, I'll be staring at Lionel's lips. I'd only have to lean forward the tiniest bit and we could kiss.
"We forgot to have to drop your pants first," says Helix over the rustling of the packaging paper in the box.
"Fail," chuckles Quintin.
I start to stand, but Lionel covers my hands on his thighs with his own.
"Arrow, why don't you help Clarissa out?" says Lionel.
There's movement behind me as Quintin moves to stand directly behind me, so close as he wraps his hand around my hips to unbutton and unzip my jeans. I can't tell if he pulls me back so my ass hits against his cock hardening in his sweatpants, or if I'm so on edge being on display like this in front of my roommates that I press back into him, seeking comfort.