Boy Band Threesome (bisexual MMF menage)

Boy Band Threesome, #1

Lianna Edwards is *the* biggest fan of hot new boy band Seventh Heaven.  And, after taking in a show, what else is the biggest Heavenite going to but go to the band's hotel to try to hang out with the stars?  When she sees something a bit odd, and follows two of the band back to their room, how will she react to what she sees?  And what might happen if they discover that she's watching them?

These saucy 5,500 words of uncensored bisexual fantasy contain a hot threesome with strong gay themes, masses of sexual tension, orgasms all round, and a mind-blowing finale.

Excerpt:

They were so very friendly, joshing with each other.  They were so relaxed.  Now she saw the difference between the forced bonhomie that had been on public display, and the easy body language that prevailed now.  And they were tactile.

In fact, they were very tactile.  Lianna was fascinated.  They were standing, waiting for the elevator, with their hands round each other's waists.  She hadn't expected them to do that.  Why were they doing that?  It was reasonable for her to wonder why?  Reasonable for her to try to find out?  She was just curious.  Nothing wrong with natural curiosity.

So she turned and sprinted up the stairs, offering thanks that she'd continued running at college.  She'd been on the track team in high school; not a superstar by any means, but she did enjoy running for running's sake, and now her high level of fitness was coming in very helpful.

She reached the third floor, checked which way Room 310 was, and found a loitering place behind a large pot plant with a good view of the elevator lights.  They ticked upwards at a painfully slow rate.  She had control over her breathing now.  Three flights of stairs was nothing.
She'd just step out after they came out of the elevator.  "Hi, I'm Lianna, I'm a huge fan, I just wanted to say how much I love you.  Thanks."

Maybe they'd shake her hand.  That was all she needed now after the earlier moment.  That'd be the icing on the cake.

The bell chimed pleasantly, the door opened, and Lianna stuffed both hands into her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.  Framed in the doorway of the elevator was Will and Tommy.  They were still tactile.  They were very tactile.  Their arms were wrapped round each other, and their lips were locked together.

The tableau remained in front of Lianna for an age; and then the bell chimed again, and the elevator hummed back into life.

"Woah!"  That was Will.  They split apart, dived for the control panel.  Too late.  The elevator was off to the fourth.  It returned presently, and this time Tommy and Will tipped tipsily out of it, hand in hand, then arm in arm.

Lianna followed.  She was too shocked to be stealthy about it, but the boys were far too entranced with each other to notice her.  They marched happily down the corridor, public personas shed like snakeskin, pecking each other's lips every few steps.

Beep.  A card key on a door lock.  Wait for it, thought Lianna to herself.  Wait for it!  And then they were through, and she was sprinting after them.  She hadn't thought about what she was doing at all.  She only knew that she had to follow, as surely as a shark had to keep swimming forwards.

She stuck her foot in the door right before it closed, and winced.  And then the door was pulled open, and she was grabbed, and dragged inside the room, and the door slammed shut behind her.

"Explain yourself", said Will, his face harsh.  "And make it good."