"May I sit between you?"

They looked at each other, raised an eyebrow, shifted slightly in opposite directions.

She sat on the couch on the lounge between them, pulled out a book and began to read, studiously ignoring them.

She was short. They were tall. They could communicate without speaking. Over her head they asked questions, gave half-answers, shrugged, and took to study her as she studied her book.

She was not their usual fare, but they liked what they saw. Small, but with ample breasts, generally bouncy, curly dark hair, flashing eyes, pale skin, a mouth that looked like it could willingly accommodate long thick objects.

Looking at each other again they nodded, and shifted again, the one on her left stroking her hair with is right hand, the one on her right shifting back closer to where he had originally been sitting, his left thigh against her right thigh, his left hand resting on both their legs.

She smiled, as though something in the book amused her, smiled and continued to ignore them, but her knees moved further apart, her legs pressing harder against their legs, leaving easier access for their hands, should they be bold enough to take it.

Bold they were, though still somewhat confused about her character and motivation. The twin on the right began to stroke her thigh with the fingertips of his left hand, back and forth, up and down, knee to hip, while the twin on her left moved his hand from her hair to her neck, tickling her gently in just the right spot, so that her head bent forward, as though to concentrate even more thoroughly on her book. But as hard as she tried to maintain her composure and the illusion of indifference she could not control the small moan that she always uttered when touched there.

At the sound of the moan the twins again exchanged a glance over her head, and the twin on the left, who had been merely fondling the back of her arched neck, bent down to lick it, and the twin on the right, whose hand had been merely stroking the top of her thigh, moved to her inner thigh as her legs spread harder and further against theirs. Yet still she stayed with the pretense of reading.

The twin on the left, still licking her neck, moved his previously unused hand up and around, stroking her arm and then straying off the arm to her left breast, which he cupped through her blouse in his large left palm, gently moving his hand in small circles. The twin on the right turned slightly to face her and switched hands, stroking the inside of her right thigh with his right hand and then moving the hand over her cunt, pressing hard with his palm through her pants while his left hand begin to run up and down her side, tickling her lightly on the ribs and then just below her right breast and then the underside of her right breast and then the right nipple, while his mouth began to nibble on her earlobe.

Which, if you are keeping score at home, meant two hands between her legs, a hand on each breast teasing her nipples, a mouth on the back of her neck, and a mouth at her earlobe. The staring at the book continued but her breath was coming shallow and her face was glowing red and her nipples stood at attention beneath the attention of their palms.

She was more than ready.

The twin on the right very carefully and politely took the book from her hands, marked the page with the dust jacket, and helped her to her feet, while the twin on the left assisted with hands strategically placed on both her ass cheeks. She giggled at that and squirmed just enough to show she really was appreciating all the attention.

Each of them took one of her hands and walked with her, one on each side, to the nearest elevator. There were people on the elevator, which curtailed any more making out, but they continued to hold hands, which some of those around them found odd, and some found exciting, and most found only slightly out of the ordinary for a university campus.