Just One Drink (168 page)

"Would you like something to drink?"

"I'm good," Simon shrugged.

"Okay," Teresa began, momentarily looking away from Simon.

"So," Simon huddled close. "What's going on?"

"I'm pregnant."

"Okay," Simon shrugged.

"… So that's it?"

Simon leaned back in his seat and held out his hands. "Whatcha want me to say?"

Teresa had to admit that this was turning out to be a lot easier than it was with Marcus.

"I don't got any role in this."

Teresa leaned close and hissed, "You could be the father."

"I'm aware of that," Simon retorted. "But it's your body."

"So that's it then?"

"Look, I know your situation," Simon replied. "Whatever happens, that's all on you. I'm here, however and whenever, you need me."

Teresa sipped her tea and sighed. "I wasn't expecting that."

"It's fair," Simon shrugged.

Teresa looked down at her cup and nodded. "Thanks. I appreciate that."

Simon's phone rang. He took the smartphone from his pocket and looked down at the screen.

"I'mma take this."

"Sure."

Simon didn't get up. He remained firmly in his seat as he swiped his phone the right and took the call. "Sup?... Yeah, yeah. I'll be there… Gimme a couple more minutes? Yeah. Got it."

Simon closed the call.

"One of your bitches?" Teresa chuckled.

Simon slipped the phone back into his pocket and shrugged. "You could say that."

Teresa didn't want to know. "Guess I'll see you."

"Yeah," Simon said, standing from his seat. "Let me know if you need something, ayt?"

"I'll remember that. Thanks."

He caught her off guard with a kiss on the cheek. It was soft and warm, which was unusual but Teresa appreciated it.

She watched him walk out of the coffee shop and hated herself for how good he made her feel for a moment. And it wasn't even sexual. It was comforting, like a good friend she so desperately needed.

***

Teresa couldn't go home right away. She stayed in the coffee shop for a couple more hours. She just watched all the people who came and went, wondering about was going on in their lives as her cup of tea turned into a cup of water.

There was that couple in their early twenties. They seemed comfortable, yet vaguely unfamiliar about each other. Teresa estimated that they had been dating for at least three months.

There was that elderly gentleman who looked like he was looking forward to a quiet evening with his book after a long, hard day at work.

Or even the young woman in the corner with her laptop. She had been there for at least an hour before Teresa arrived. She must have been working on something very important to her; she didn't even touch her food. She just nibbled slowly as she worked.

All these people, and then there was her. A woman in her early thirties; knocked up with nowhere to go.

But somehow, she managed to gather the strength to go home. It was getting late and even if meant sleeping alone next to someone she loved tonight, it didn't matter. She was tired. And she could use the sleep.

***

"You're home,", Marcus spoke, standing up from the sofa as Teresa came through the front door.

"Hi."

Marcus walked up to her. "Can we talk for a moment?"

"Of course."

Marcus took Teresa's hand and led her back to the sofa. He leaned forward and picked up the glass of scotch from the coffee table.

"First off," Marcus began. "I want to apologize for the way I walked out on you today."

"You don't have to apologize for anything."

"But still," Marcus said. "It's only right."

Teresa sat next to him on the couch. "How are you feeling?"

"I don't know how to feel," Marcus replied, sipping his scotch as he looked at her. "But whatever it is, I just want it to go away."

Teresa held out her hand, almost wanting to reach out and touch him. But she held back and let it linger there.

Marcus sipped his scotch again and looked out the window. "I love you. Everything that I have… Everything that I am. It's all because of you. I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for you and as much as it hurts me to think about what you did, I don't think I can stand the thought of losing you for good."

Teresa didn't know what to say.

Marcus looked at her and held her hand. "I want us to get through this."

"Marcus," Teresa spoke as she threw her arms around him.

He looked at her. "It's not going to be easy. I just can't easily let go of what you did. Not yet."

"Do whatever you need," Teresa said. "I completely understand."

"Good."

Marcus sipped his scotch one last time and stood up. He walked to their bedroom and said, "You can come out now."

Simon emerged from the bedroom. He swaggered into the living room in only his jeans. From the looks of things, he had been there awhile.

"But I don't understand," Teresa spoke, obviously confused.

"It's easy, baby," Simon said. "I'm just here to make things right."

And with that, Marcus kissed Simon on the lips. And it wasn't just a quick peck- it was a full on kiss. He wrapped his arm around Simon and held him by the back of his neck in a furious passion, and in turn, Simon held him back. Both men kissing each other as Teresa watched with her mouth hung open.

Simon pinned Marcus against the wall, as Marcus' hands started undoing his belt. Teresa couldn't believe it. This was actually happening!

Within a matter of moments, Marcus had Simon's cock in his hand. He stroked the stranger's cock with such force and precision that it was as if he was stroking his own. Simon moaned into Marcus' mouth as he unzipped his fly and reached for his cock.

Teresa's pussy tingled uncontrollably; she had to do something about it. She pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side as she began to please herself with her fingers.

Simon pulled away from the kiss. Both men gazed into each other’s eyes. Marcus clenched his grip over Simon's cock and stroked him harder. And in turn, Marcus picked up the speed with curled strokes.

Teresa gave into the sight. She had never been in anything like this in her life. She was a voyeur who relieved herself before a shared moment between two horny men. Two men, she loved. She wanted to watch, but she also wanted to join in on the fun. All that conflict zeroed in on her clit- her body washed in fire.

Marcus and Simon kissed again, their bodies getting closer that it wasn't long before the tips of their cocks touched.

Teresa couldn't take it any longer. She wanted them already!

She stepped off the couch and approached both men. Marcus and Simon stopped what they were doing and welcomed her. And almost instinctively, the three came close and shared a kiss.

Three pairs of lips and the three sets of tongues collided upon each other. It became hard to tell who was who as the three of them savored the way their tongues locked.

Teresa grabbed both their cocks. They were so different from each other, still yet the same in the way they throbbed as pre-cum dripped from the hole.

She pulled away from the kiss and got down on her knees. Teresa would have been lying if she didn't admit that at that moment, she felt like the luckiest girl in the world. She looked up at them as she continued to stroke them both, gazing into their eyes.

She opened her mouth and gave Marcus cock a much-needed lick. He quivered at her at the touch and lost himself in Simon's kiss. She took the head into her mouth and sucked, still paying close attention to the way she stroked Simon off. She wanted to make them both feel good.

Teresa slowly pulled away from Marcus cock and began work on Simon, sucking the head right away as she stroked Marcus off. With all the pre-cum and saliva, it was easy to give him the kind of stroking she knew he liked.

She pulled Simon's cock out of her mouth and brought both cocks together and soon began to stroke them both off in one hand. Simon and Marcus released their kiss and pulled Teresa up to meet them once more.

At the same time, Marcus and Simon invaded her body with kisses. Marcus took her lips, moving her now towards the bedroom as Simon kept behind, decorating kisses all over the back of Teresa's neck, working his way down to her shoulders.

They took to the bed and kept Teresa as the center of attention. Marcus and Simon traded place; Simon taking control of her lips as Marcus positioned himself between her legs. Simon and Teresa's tongues coiled as he played with both of her breasts; kneading them hard as both his hands tugged and squeezed her nipples.

After a few short yet savory kisses all over her thigh, Marcus started to suck her clit. There was no need to beat around the bush, she was soaked. Teresa drowned in all the sensations that went all over her body- lips, hands, fingers that touched her everywhere, exposing her to the whim of their desires. She felt safe to let herself go completely.

Marcus' cock twitched; it pulsated in a passionate urge. He could feel it. He wanted in. He withdrew his hold from her pussy and a moment later, he shoved his cock into her tight, dripping pussy and started to fuck her.

Teresa's eyes were closed; one moment the sucking stopped and the next, his cock was inside her. The sudden change of sensations sent a jolt all over her body. Teresa let out a long moan as she threw both her hands into the mattress as her fingers dug into the sheets. She had never been fucked this hard in her life!

Simon leaned upwards and kissed Marcus again. This wasn't Simon's first time with another man. He was aware of the way men looked at him and didn't mind taking advantage of the advances when it came from a worthy man.

Simon was aware that this was Marcus' first time. Earlier in the evening, long before Teresa came home, Marcus had confessed to him that he often fantasized about the touch of another man more than we wanted to. And as such, Simon wanted to give him a good time and show him what a real man could do.

He held Marcus by the neck as he pulled away from the kiss. He worked behind Marcus now as his hand slid down the billionaire's firm, smooth backside. He cupped his toned buttocks and gave it a slap.

Marcus let out a moan; he too lost in all the sensations that were sweeping all over his body. Simon stood back and stroked himself for a moment, allowing his pre-cum to collect all over his fingers.

He moved close to Marcus and spread his cheeks apart. He licked his thumb and moment later he pushed it against Marcus' tight hole. Slowly, he pushed his finger inside, fucking him slowly as he got the billionaire used to the sensations.

It was different from anything Marcus was used to, but he just loved the contrast between the sexes before him; pleasure and pain, it just went together so perfectly well.

He continued to fuck Teresa, curling her beneath him now that her legs dangled off both his shoulders. He was in the perfect position for Simon.

He pulled his thumb out of Marcus's ass and then slid his index finger inside a moment later. For Marcus, it was an intrusive sensation that took a little while to get used to. But there was no denying that he liked it. Once Simon knew Marcus was comfortable, he pulled his finger off and assumed the position.