[Note - No sex again, but it gets moderately horny]
The movie starts, and I immediately realize this was a terrible idea.
The opening scene is atmospheric: a small town at dusk, shadows lengthening across empty streets, an unsettling musical score that sets your teeth on edge. Nothing scary yet, but the tension is already building.
I try to focus on the screen. I really, really do. But I'm hyperaware of every point of contact. Fiona's chin occasionally rests on top of my head, her long green hair falling forward to create a curtain around us. Every breath she takes presses her chest more firmly against my back, and I'm trying very hard to think about literally anything else. Her hands are clasped loosely around my waist, her fingers occasionally drumming against my stomach in an absent, soothing rhythm.
On my left, Bianca has her head leaning against my shoulder, her black and green-tipped hair tickling my neck. Without her usual goth makeup, her features are softer, and more delicate, those sharp teal eyes focused intently on the screen, her small nose occasionally wrinkling when something creepy appears. Her lips, naturally a soft pink without the dark lipstick, are slightly parted as she watches. I can feel each breath she takes, can feel the gentle pressure of her chest against my arm with every inhale.
Selene on my right has pulled my arm more snugly against her. Her pink hair falls in long waves over her shoulders, and she's tucked herself against my side in a way that makes me very aware of every curve. Her pink eyes are wide, already nervous despite nothing particularly scary having happened yet.
The first real scare comes about fifteen minutes in. A neighbor appears at a window, their face twisted into something wrong, something subtly off. The music builds to a crescendo and—
All three of them tense simultaneously.
"Oh god..." Selene breathes directly into my ear, so quiet and breathy that I feel it more than hear it, and I suppress a shiver. Her grip on my arm tightens, pressing my arm more firmly between her breasts, and I feel my face heating up.
"That's so creepy," Bianca whispers from my other side, her lips accidentally brushing against my ear as she leans in close. Her breath is cooler than Selene's, carrying that faint cherry scent, and the sensation sends electricity down my spine.
Fiona's arms tighten around my waist, pulling me more securely against her. Being enveloped in warmth and softness, and being assaulted by their three distinct scents, are making it very hard to concentrate on the horror unfolding on screen.
The movie progresses, and things escalate quickly. The demon's influence is spreading through the town. People are acting strange, violent. There's a scene in a grocery store where a woman attacks another shopper with disturbing brutality.
"No no no no," Selene chants in that breathy whisper, her face now pressed against my shoulder, her pink hair falling across my chest. I can feel her heart beating rapidly against my arm, feel the way her breath comes faster with fear. Her free hand finds my thigh, gripping it for stability, and my brain short-circuits for a solid three seconds.
Bianca has gone very still against my other side, the kind of stillness that comes from being genuinely frightened and trying to hide it. But I can feel the slight tremor running through her, and the way her fingers dig into my forearm. "They need to get out of there," she whispers, her voice low and quiet, barely audible over the movie's sound. Her breath tickles my neck, sending goosebumps down my arm.
Behind me, Fiona shifts slightly, and I become acutely aware of how I'm essentially cradled between her legs, my back pressed flush against her front. Her chin hooks over my shoulder so she can see better, and now her face is right next to mine, her hair creating an intimate curtain around us. "This is scarier than I expected," she murmurs, and her breath warms my cheek.
I'm surrounded. Enveloped. Wrapped in soft warmth and sweet scents and quiet, breathy voices, and I'm supposed to be paying attention to a horror movie but instead I'm cataloging every sensation, every point of contact, every little movement.
A jump scare makes all three of them gasp and clutch at me simultaneously. Selene's hand on my thigh grips harder. Bianca's nails dig into my forearm. Fiona's arms tighten around my waist like a vice. The combined sensation of all three of them pressing against me, their soft bodies molding against my sides and back, their breathy little gasps filling my ears, it's overwhelming in the most horrible, heavenly way.
"Don't go in there," Selene whispers urgently at the screen, as if the character can hear her. She's leaning forward slightly now, and I can see her profile illuminated by the TV's glow: her delicate features are tense with worry, her pink lips are parted, her eyes are wide and frightened. She's breathtaking, and I immediately feel guilty for thinking that during a movie that's supposed to be scary.
But then she presses back against me, and I feel every curve of her body against my side, feel the warmth of her through the thin pajama fabric, and my body is responding in ways I desperately wish it wouldn't.
The movie shows the demon more directly now, a shadowy figure that seems to warp reality around it. The special effects are genuinely unsettling, and I feel all three women press closer to me, as if I can protect them from a movie.
"Fuck, Adam," Bianca breathes into my ear, her voice shaking slightly. "This is so much worse than the last one." Her cool hand slides up my arm to grip my shoulder, and I can feel her body trembling against mine. Without her tough-girl makeup and attitude, she seems smaller, more vulnerable. Her pale skin looks almost luminescent in the TV's flickering light, her teal eyes wide with genuine fear.
Selene has abandoned any pretense of being brave. She's basically curled into my side now, her face half-hidden against my shoulder, peeking out at the screen with one eye. "I hate this I hate this I hate this," she whispers in rapid succession, each word a puff of warm breath against my neck. Her hand on my thigh slides higher as she adjusts her grip, and—
Oh. Oh no.
Her fingers wrap around my very obvious erection, curling gently around it through my sweatpants, and time stops. I freeze completely, every muscle in my body going rigid. She must not realize, must not notice what she's—
She stills too. And then I feel her fingers experimentally squeeze, just slightly, and I know she knows exactly what she's holding.
"Oh... sorry Adam," she whispers directly into my ear, her voice still breathy from fear but now carrying something else: amusement? curiosity? Her breath is hot against my skin, and when I manage to turn my head slightly to look at her, she's giving me that breathtaking smile, her pink eyes glinting with something playful and knowing even as they remain wide with residual fear from the movie.
She removes her hand, but not before giving one more gentle squeeze that makes me bite down on my tongue to keep from making a sound. Her smile widens slightly, and then she's back to hugging my arm, pressing it between her breasts like nothing happened, her attention apparently back on the movie.
I'm dying. I'm actively dying. My face is on fire, my heart is pounding so hard I'm sure everyone can hear it, and I'm trying desperately to think about anything else. Baseball statistics. The periodic table. That time I dropped my phone in the toilet. Mr. Vale's detailed lecture on proper napkin folding techniques.
But Bianca's cool breath is still brushing against my neck with each quiet gasp and whispered comment. Selene's warm body is still pressed against my side, her scent filling my nose with every breath. And Fiona is still wrapped around me from behind, her soft chest cushioning my head, her thighs bracketing my hips, her hands resting on my stomach where she can probably feel my rapid breathing.
The movie builds to its climax. The demon is revealed: it was the son all along, the kindest member of the family. The town is completely corrupted. The atmosphere is oppressive and terrifying.
"This is so fucked up," Bianca murmurs, and I feel her shiver against me. Her hand has migrated from my arm to my chest, clutching my shirt, and I can feel the coolness of her fingers through the fabric. She's pressed so close now that I can feel her heartbeat, can feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest against my arm.
Selene has both hands wrapped around my bicep now, her face buried completely against my shoulder, her pink hair everywhere. "Tell me when it's over," she whispers, her lips accidentally brushing my neck, and I feel that sensation straight down to my toes.
Fiona's hands have moved from my waist to my shoulders, gently kneading the muscles there in a soothing gesture that would be comforting if I weren't hyperaware of every other point of contact. "It's okay, sweeties," she murmurs, her voice gentle and maternal even as I feel the slight tremor in her hands. "It's just a movie."
The final scene plays out: the demon moving to a new town, ready to start the cycle again. Ominous music. Fade to black. Credits roll.