Joe kissed one plump lip.
When he went no further, Sean said, 'Watch.' His hand, callused from the construction work he did every summer, slid down my belly. He combed through my curls to part my labia.
He did indeed know what he was doing. His first and second finger slid into the slick valley either side of my clitoris. Up and down he rubbed, the smooth pressure tugging skin and nerves and spreading my gathering moisture until my whole sex felt oiled. Finally he squeezed the tenderest morsel between two fingers. The tip bulged towards Joe's waiting mouth.
'See,’ Sean said with a hint of triumph. 'No trouble finding that.'
'No trouble at all,’ Joe agreed, and his tongue curled out to lap the delicate offering.
His touch spurred a delicious throb of sensation. I fought not to squirm. Joe licked me again through Sean's tight fingers, more firmly this time. Oh, he had a good mouth, a natural-born, pussy-loving mouth - soft, but not too soft, curious and flexible. Every nerve jangling
contact called a sound from my throat. Helpless to stop myself, I clasped his silky head and pulled him closer.
'Let go,’ Joe rasped.
I stiffened but, to my relief, he meant Sean. Pushing his friend's hand aside, Joe surrounded the apex of my sex with his mouth. His lips tugged my clit while his tongue massaged it. I began to struggle, my orgasm just out of reach. He stroked the inside of my wrist with his thumb. 'Hush,’ he said.
But I couldn't hush. It felt so good. I wanted to come so badly. My hips rocked into each suckling pull. Sean pushed forward, helping me, branding my backside with his cock.
Then Joe let go. 'Switch on the light,’ he said.
Surprisingly obedient, Sean yanked the chain on the Tiffany lamp. Red-amber light bathed our tangled bodies. Like neon, the glow highlighted muscled arms and thighs, wide chests and soft breasts - three healthy animals rubbing against the boundaries of love.
Joe backed away to view his handiwork. His thumbs spread me wide. The sight of my glistening sex seemed to mesmerise him.
'Don't stop now,’ I said, caught between laughter and frustration.
'Just a sec,’ he assured me.
His head came up at something Sean was doing behind my back. 'No, man. You're too big. You'll hurt her.'
Well. That made me turn.
Sean was twisting the top off a tube of lubricant.
'I wasn't going to,’ he said, all innocence. 'Besides, she's not that much smaller than you.'
He looked to me for permission, hope kindling in his face. Rather than give in at once, I measured his cock with my eyes. What he lacked in length, he more than made up for in girth. Sean cringed. If he could have made it smaller, I think he would have.
'He's too thick,’ Joe said.
'But not too long,’ Sean wheedled, then sighed. 'I suppose you're an
arse
virgin.'
'I'm afraid so,’ I admitted. 'Nothing bigger than a finger.'
He looked so crestfallen, I assured him I wasn't saying never. Sean had made sacrifices tonight, and had been a sport about it. He deserved to be able to play his
favourite
game - and who could say I wouldn't enjoy it? Joe obviously did.
"That's settled then.' Joe planted his hands on his hips. 'Fingers only.'
'One or two?' Sean teased.
Joe shook his head at him, but the corners of his mouth twitched. He settled back between my legs, not so nervous this time. 'Now.' He parted me again and licked me once to say hello. 'Where were we?'
Sean waited until I was squirming against Joe's mouth to begin his probing entrance. Despite my resolve, I couldn't help tensing. My ex had done little more than rub me there, and that only when he thought I was taking too long to come.
'Relax.' Sean pressed the edge of his teeth into my nape. 'Easy now, easy.'
Joe hummed the echo of this croon while Sean pushed two lubricated fingers past the furled rosebud of my anus. Goose bumps prickled along my arms. In his fingers slid, to the first knuckle, then the second. When they hilted, he massaged me from the inside in slow, firm strokes.
The surprising burst of pleasure made me groan. He
scissored
his fingers apart, widening me, no doubt preparing me for the day when he would storm that fortress with his cock. I groaned again. His unfamiliar intrusion woke a hidden set of nerves. They lit up like sparklers under his expert touch. Suddenly Joe's suckling seemed not too gentle, but almost too intense to bear.
'Good girl,’ Sean praised, his voice shaky with arousal.
His hips rocked mine forward, the demands of his sex too urgent to ignore.
He shifted behind me and rearranged himself. His shaft moved, practically scalding the crease of my inner thigh. With his free hand, he pressed it up against my pussy. The shape of him, the smoothness of his skin, the frantic pulsing of his veins, called down a gush of cream.
'Oh, yeah,’ he said, anointing himself with the thoroughness of a connoisseur. 'Baby, you are hot.'
Joe nuzzled lower, taking a taste for himself. From the way Sean whimpered, I knew he'd received a lick, too.
'I'll get to you,’ Joe promised him.
But first they got to me.
'Faster?' Sean said, increasing the stretch of his fingers.
I could only gasp.
Joe took that as a 'yes' and increased his efforts. In seconds, the first climax hit me. My neck arched, my legs stiffened. Joe reached up to squeeze my nipples between his fingers and a second drum-roll shuddered through my sex.
Feeling it, he laughed and flicked my clit with his tongue in a lightning-quick rhythm I thought Sean must have taught him. Crying out loudly enough to wake the
neighbours
, I ground my pussy into his face and came again.
'Cool,’ said Joe, when I finally floated back to earth.
'Come here,’ I said with the ragged remains of my breath.
He slid up my body and we kissed, our first kiss -hungry on his part, languorous on mine. He tasted of me and himself, a combination of sharp and sweet. To my surprise and pleasure, he kissed without coyness or hesitation. His tongue delved into my mouth as if he couldn't get enough of me, as if he wanted to pass his fever for me through the kiss. It was catching, all right. In minutes, I was ready to take him.
Too overwhelmed to speak, I took his sex in my hand and guided him towards my gate.
He stopped me with a tiny shake of his head.
For one awful moment, I feared I'd mistaken the extent of his interest. If he didn't want vaginal sex, maybe he wasn't as bi as I'd thought.
'No,’ he breathed a
millimetre
from my ear. 'When we're alone.'
Our eyes locked, just for a second, but long enough to shock me with the intensity of emotion that passed between us. I couldn't define the feeling. Longing was part of it, and fear, and hope. Hope was the scariest, I think.
Sean stirred behind me, breaking the spell. He reached for Joe, took his cock from my grasp and smeared it with lubricant until it glistened in the lamp light, cherry-wet, cherry-red. I felt Joe's body tremble. His eyes lifted and searched mine. Focused on his own goals, Sean tugged until their shafts nestled side-by-side between my thighs.
'Press tightly,' he said, and pushed my leg down with his hand.
The pressure jammed their pricks together. Joe's slipped on my skin, on Sean's skin. Joe hesitated. His lips moved with words I never heard - an apology, I believe. Then they embraced each other around my body, kissed each other wetly beside my ear, and buffeted me with the
fervour
of their grease-slicked thrusts. Sean gripped Joe's buttocks so hard the indentations turned white. Joe flattened my breasts with his chest. Their grunts and gasps aroused me all over again. I could have listened all night, but neither man was in a mood to dawdle. Watching me take my pleasure had cranked them up. Now they wanted theirs, right away, and no monkey business.
They came simultaneously and so quietly I felt embarrassed for crying out.
Sean rolled away from me first, then Joe. Snuggling up to my
favourite
pillow, Joe promptly fell asleep.
'Thanks,' Sean mumbled from the other side of the bed. "That was fun.' Then he was out, too.
Some things never change, I thought. Still, there was a spring in my step as I padded into the shower to wash off the night's adventure.
The water streamed over me, soothing my tired muscles. My soapy hand drifted between my legs. I'd have one last firework before sleep. As my fingers pursued the little explosion, a single refrain beat through my head: When we're alone. When we're alone.
I left them sleeping the next morning. I tried to wake them, but a few grumpy mumbles were all I got for my trouble. Even as I dressed, Sean squirmed over to Joe's side of the bed and wrapped his hand around his cock.
If that didn't wake Joe, nothing would.
For the first time, I noticed Sean wasn't circumcised. Still buttoning my sheer silk blouse, I walked around the bed to get a closer look. His relative slightness might have exaggerated the effect but - goodness - his equipment was large. The foreskin hugged his heart-shaped
glans
like a smooth pink turtleneck. I put one knee on the mattress and kissed the little dimple at the base of his spine. He stirred. He smacked his lips. Encouraged, I tongued the honey-gold down that shadowed his tailbone.
'Mm-
bm
,' was all he said.
I peeked over his hip. His penis had begun to wriggle against the white sheet,
rilling
from the bottom up. The head poked out a smidgen more. I sighed. I remembered how men got in the morning. He and Joe were sure to have a quickie when they finally woke. I wished I had time to stay and watch - and help, of course!
Later, I promised, but it was hard to drag myself away, even if I was late for work.
My resentment faded as soon as I hit the great outdoors. The day was beautiful: bright blue sky, flaming autumn leaves. The walk from Society Hill to
During the ensuing 'are-you-all-right?' exchange, he passed me his card. I appreciated the gesture, but wondered how compulsive you had to be to carry business cards out jogging. Plus, he wasn't built as nicely as Sean or Joe.
Good grief, I thought. One night of Rocky Road and I was spoilt for plain vanilla.
I glanced at the card as I crossed
The door to my bookshop jingled as I pushed it open. My heart warmed at the sight of so many customers browsing the stacks. Everyone told me you can't sell romance in the city. You've got to locate in the suburbs to catch the bored housewives. Luckily, I didn't listen. One year later, Mostly Romance out-grossed the local chain and the popular new age bookshop two doors down. Our atmosphere accounted considerably for our success. We boasted oak
panelling
,
moulded
ceilings and comfy chairs. A jungle of greenery enhanced the scent of leather and printer's ink. We also served the best coffee in town. Women came in giggling carloads from as far as
The back room was my special baby. It housed a collection of erotica from all over the world, a real treasure house of delights. Customers wrote thanking me for creating a safe space to buy and explore. I was happy to do it; I knew how they felt.
I pondered, as I'd begun to do lately, whether it was time to open a second shop.
Flushed with my own success, I waved to Keith, the morning sales assistant, declined his offer of coffee, and headed for the office I shared with my partner Marianne. Marianne was my sister-in-law - actually, my ex-sister-in-law, since my big brother had done a moonlight flit. For years she'd been my closest friend, the only friend who stuck by me after my own divorce. Living with Tom had brought out my bitchy side. He was the charmer, not me. Consequently, our mutual friends had no trouble believing his version of the facts. To them I was the harpy wife, and he the long-suffering soul of patience.
Sometimes I thought the only reason Marianne knew better was because Tom had run off with her daughter.
At my tardy entrance, she looked up from the computer inventory. She arched one thin brow. 'Late night?'
I hummed evasively. Marianne liked sharing her exploits, but I preferred to keep mine private - especially since I'd discouraged her from making a play for my lodgers by swearing they were absolutely, positively, one hundred per cent gay.