Naomi’s POV
It's my dad’s annual poker night with his four friends — Vincent, Marcus, Ray, and Dom — and I’m sitting on the loveseat in a sundress pretending I’m not soaked through my panties.
I’ve been fantasizing about these men since the day I saw them. Not the cute kind of fantasy.
The kind where I’m on my knees in front of all four of them at once. The kind that makes me c*m so hard I have to bury my face in my pillow so my roommate doesn’t hear me moaning their names.
By midnight, my dad is ten beers deep and passed out cold on the couch. Mouth open, empty bottle still in his hand, snoring loud enough to rattle the coffee table. I shift on the loveseat to get up and go to bed.
Suddenly, the lights go out.
Total darkness. The music cuts. The only sound is my dad’s snoring and
