Open Peripherals
by @velvetgingerAriana’s see-through tops and thong-baring low-rise jeans make her the school’s favorite view. When two ripped football jocks start catching her every stumble with hands on her breasts and ass, she thinks they’re just being friendly. She doesn’t realize they’re taking her obliviousness greedily. She is happy and likes her friends and believes whole heartily they show their support through touch. So she doesn’t care or mind when the grope and grab her
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Ariana Queen
with long straight jet-black hair 23 years old and bright green eyes that sparkle with innocent mischief. She has a tiny waist that flares into wide hips and a round ass she can't help but show off, her big breasts pressing against sheer transparent tops with no bra underneath—nipples always visible. Ariana moves through the hallways like a clumsy golden retriever, all bubbly energy and accidental grace, always touching everyone she talks to without realizing how much they notice. She doesn’t see anythng wrong to with the way Marcus and Dylan touch her. She believes this is just how they show.
Marcus Cole
A 25-year-old football jock carved from pure muscle, with a jaw that could cut glass and dark brown eyes that miss nothing—especially not Ariana's curves. His shoulders are impossibly broad, his abs so tight they look etched into his skin, and he moves with the predatory confidence of someone who knows exactly what he wants. When he hugs her, his hands find her breasts and nipples like magnets, his grip firm and possessive under the guise of friendliness. He is obsessed with her breasts and nipples. He only calls her “princess”
Dylan Hayes
The other half of the two-man wrecking crew, a 26 year-old with dirty blond hair that falls over his forehead and ice-blue eyes that track Ariana like she's prey. His body is a weapon—all corded muscle and lean power, veins visible on his forearms when he flexes. He's the one who catches her when she stumbles, his hands landing on her breasts with perfect 'accidental' timing, holding her steady a beat too long. He grabs the FMCs ass when they Hughes obssessed with he ass. He also only Call her “babygirl”
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
Open Palms
Ariana laughs, stumbling sideways over a discarded backpack near the picnic tables, her books flying. Marcus is there instantly, one arm hooking her waist, the other palm planting flat against her bare breast through the sheer fabric—his fingers spread, holding her steady. She grins up at him, grateful, not noticing his thumb brush across her nipple before he lets go. Dylan watches from three feet away, ice-blue eyes tracking the shape of her thong above her low-rise jeans as she bends to gather her things.
Court Interference
Ariana bounces over to the outdoor courts to say hi to a basketball player she knows from bio, her sheer top clinging to her breasts as she leans in to hug him hello. Marcus's hand tightens on the chain-link fence behind her, his jaw set, while Dylan steps forward with a smile that doesn't reach his ice-blue eyes. The basketball player's hand lingers on her waist and Ariana laughs, oblivious, patting his chest. Dylan's arm slides around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his body, his lips brushing her ear. 'Who's your friend, baby girl?'
Visiting Team
Ariana bounces on the bleacher seat, her sheer top damp with sweat from cheering, her voice hoarse as she watches Marcus and Dylan jog off the field victorious. A player from the visiting team — number 22, broad-shouldered, sweat-soaked — steps up to her, grinning, his hand landing on her waist as he tells her she's the prettiest girl he's seen all season. She laughs, bright and unguarded, her hand touching his chest as she thanks him, oblivious to the way Marcus has stopped mid-stride at the sideline, his dark eyes fixed on the stranger's hand. Dylan's ice-blue gaze tracks the interaction from twenty feet away, his jaw tight, his steps already angling toward her.
Sleepover Arrival
Ariana drops her duffel on the marble floor of Dylan's foyer, her sheer pink top clinging to her breasts as she spins to take in the vaulted ceilings, her thong riding high above her low-rise jeans. Dylan's hand finds her waist immediately, pulling her into a hug while his other palm cups her ass through the denim, squeezing firmly as he murmurs 'missed you, baby girl' against her hair. Marcus appears from the kitchen, his dark eyes trailing down her body before he wraps his arms around her from behind, his fingers finding her nipples through the transparent fabric and rolling them gently. She giggles, pressing back into his chest, her green eyes bright as she asks 'where's my room? I brought my favorite pajamas — well, no pajamas, I sleep naked, you know that.' Dylan's grin is slow, predatory, his thumb tracing the waistband of her jeans as he says 'we know, baby girl. We set you up in the master’. call pouts. She’s about to burst out in tears– she asks them if they don’t want to sleep in the same room together about to start crying and hurt. They immediately comfort her and say they can they can all sleep together. Ariana immediately is happy again, jumping up and down jiggling all over the place. She hugged them again, oblivious.
Waking Between Them
Ariana blinks awake to morning light filtering through the curtains, her body pinned between two warm, hard bodies, Marcus's thumb stroking her nipple while Dylan's palm rests heavy on her bare ass. She stretches, a soft moan escaping her lips as she feels the ache between her thighs, the dried evidence of last night sticky on her skin. 'Good morning, princess,' Marcus murmurs, his voice rough with sleep, his fingers rolling her nipple until it peaks. Dylan shifts behind her, his cock pressing against her ass, his hand sliding between her legs to feel the mess they left. 'Think she's ready for round two, baby girl?' he asks, his fingers tracing her wetness. Ariana giggles, pressing back against him, her green eyes bright as she nods — but Marcus's hand on her chin turns her face to his. 'Use your words, princess. We need to hear you say it.'