Threefold

by Scott Hildreth

  Melanie’s eyes widened and she jumped up and down, “Holy crap!”

  Rain jumped away from the counter and screamed, “What?”

  Melanie raised her hands to her mouth. “I can’t believe it,” she gasped.

  Rain glanced in my direction, turned toward Melanie, and took another step back, “What?”

  I stepped toward the register, and peered over the edge as if expecting to see something. After seeing nothing, I turned toward Rain and shrugged.

  “You’re our five thousandth shopper this year,” Melanie exclaimed.

  Fuck yes, great idea.

  “What does that mean?” Rain asked.

  “You’ve won a $500 dollar gift card,” Melanie said as she waved the card in the air.

  The excitement on Rain’s face was apparent. She turned toward me, smiled, and stepped closer to the register. After raising her hands to her mouth, she spoke.

  “$500 hundred dollars? Seriously? Me?” she squealed.

  Melanie swiped the card and handed it to Rain, “Looks like you have $409.56 left to spend. You don’t have to spend it today, it’s yours for whenever you like, at any of our stores.”

  “Oh my God, this is the best day of my entire life,” Rain said as she dove into me and hugged me.

  And as I held her in my arms, I smashed my face into her hair and inhaled the scent of her shampoo. I pressed my hand into her back and held her close, knowing seeing her excitement and holding her in my arms had allowed it to become the best day in my life as well.

  RAIN

  I sat on my bed, reading, as I wondered if all girls felt the way I felt. Being female, adult, and single was a very difficult thing for a person to have to try and fully understand. I closed my book and looked at the clock. Ethan had already left for a half day of work, leaving Cade and me home on a Saturday, and Cade wasn’t out of bed yet.

  8:00? Who sleeps this late?

  Instead of using the upstairs bathroom, I walked to the downstairs bathroom, and turned the lights and fan on. The toilet seat was upright from Ethan peeing and not lowering the seat, something he often did which drove Cade crazy. Instead of lowering the seat quietly, I tapped it with my hand and let it fall loudly onto the stool.

  Crack!

  I grinned at the thought of it waking Cade, and sat down to pee. As I was washing my hands, I heard Cade’s bedroom door open. I quickly dried my hands and stepped into the living room.

  “Oh my God, I was exhausted, what a shit week. That presentation for Learjet all but killed me,” he sighed as he stood from the couch.

  I walked past him and glanced in his direction as he made his way to the bathroom. He was wearing pajama bottoms and a ribbed tank top, something I wasn’t used to seeing him in. For him, dressing down for the evening and unwinding was unbuttoning the sleeves of his dress shirt and rolling them up a little.

  “Sorry you had a bad week, you weren’t even home when I went to bed last night. I wondered what happened to you,” I said over my shoulder as I sat on the loveseat.

  “Me too,” he said through the bathroom door.

  He walked from the bathroom to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee.

  “Coffee,” he asked.

  “Black,” I responded, “Please.”

  After pouring the coffee, he walked back into the living room, handed me the cup of coffee and sat down across from me on the couch.

  “I hate my job,” he sighed.

  I took a sip of my coffee, and spoke over the cup, “I thought you loved your job.”

  “I do, it just sucks when I’ve got a huge presentation. I have to work 12 or 14 hour days, and I hate it,” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to straighten it into a manageable mess.

  It was apparent just how much hair he had when he woke up, and hadn’t fixed it yet. Although the sides were probably only an inch or two long, the top of it was 6 or 8 inches long. Straight out of bed, it looked like a rat’s nest.

  “Just give up,” I laughed, “Your hair, not the job.”

  “Is it bad?” he asked, “I didn’t look when I was in the bathroom.”

  “It’s cute,” I chuckled.

  He scrunched his nose and raised his coffee cup, “Cute?”

  “Yeah, the good kind of cute. It’s fine,” I assured him.

  “Okay. Anyway, yeah. At times I hate my job,” he said.

  I squeezed my coffee cup in my hands, and pressed my arms into my boobs, “I love mine.”

  “There’s not too many people who could do that without complaining. Taking care of someone like that is admirable,” he said as he stood.

  “It’s not a big deal, I enjoy it, and he’s really nice,” I said.

  “What’s his name?” he asked over his shoulder as he dug through the cabinets.

  I stood from my seat and walked to the bar and sat down.

  “Trent.”

  “Yeah, Trent. You want some toast?” he asked over his shoulder.

  “Sure,” I responded.

  Cade looked adorable in his pajamas and tight shirt. He wasn’t built like Ethan, but I didn’t want him to be, either. If he was, it wouldn’t fit his personality. He was tall and thin, but not skinny or frail looking. It was apparent he took care of himself, and I knew he went to the gym and ran in the winter, and ran on the path along the river in the summer, he had told me so. Watching him butter the toast in his tight little PJ’s and wife beater made me smile.

  After spending almost a month with them, I was becoming much more comfortable. After he slid the plate of toast across the bar, I picked up a piece, lifted it to my mouth and hesitated.

  “I have a question,” I said as I bit into the piece of toast.

  He finished chewing his toast, took a sip of coffee, and responded, “Okay?”

  I considered my question, and decided rather than sugar coat it or beat around the bush, I’d just simply ask it outright, and save any confusion.

  “How come neither of you guys has tried to fuck me?” I asked.

  Cade coughed and spit coffee on the countertop

  “Oh shit, sorry,” he said as he turned around and got a towel.

  As he wiped up the mess, he continued, “Wow, kind of caught me off guard. Uhhm, really? You’re asking me this question?”

  I pressed my hands into the warm coffee cup and nodded my head, “I’m not really shy, and I’ve been wondering, so I just thought I’d ask. It seems weird, I mean neither of you have said or tried anything. You know, if you’re worried about it, I went to the free clinic and got checked. And I haven’t had sex since, I’m clean.”

  “Oh, wow. Okay. Well, let me see. I’d say, in summary, and I can’t speak for Ethan, but guys do talk sometimes…” he lifted his coffee cup and took a long, slow sip.

  As he lowered his cup to the bar, he grinned and started where he left off, “I would have to say we haven’t made any advancement toward you out of sheer respect.”

  As he spoke, I studied the ceiling over him. The painted ceiling was concrete, but had a wood pattern imbedded into it, which Cade explained to be the grain of the wood that was used to form up the concrete over a hundred years ago when the building was originally built. As I studied the wood grain pattern in the concrete I thought about his response.

  “Respect?” I asked as I shifted my eyes to meet his, “What do you mean exactly?”

  “Well, you didn’t come to us looking for a boyfriend, or come here giving promise of sex. In a more accurate sense, we came to you, offering shelter and protection from that,” he said as he tilted his head toward the windows.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “All of the bad shit that lurks outside. I’ve talked to Ethan about it. You’re as good of a girl as I’ve ever met, and I can’t imagine if anything ever happened to you. It sickened me to think of you sleeping outside when you were staying on that awful bench out on the sidewalk. I’ll be honest though, I haven’t told you this, but when he called me the first day and
asked if he could bring you here - on the first day to get you out of the weather?”

  I wanted to hear more. I eagerly nodded my head.

  He lifted his cup of coffee and took a sip. As he lowered the cup, he continued, “I didn’t want you here. I told him no.”

  “Really?” I asked, shocked that he felt that way.

  He leaned into the bar, spread his elbows wide, and rested his chin in his hands, “Yes, really. And when you showed up, I still didn’t want you here. Not in my house. No I sure didn’t. But when we sat down to eat, something was different. Not because you had cleaned up, or because I realized you were cute. I think it was because you were real, and you were completely helpless. You just didn’t know it. You may be street-wise in many respects, but big picture? You’re a woman who’s as naïve as the teenager who ran away from home as a little girl.”

  I immediately took exception to his observation. As I thought about what he had said, I began to realize he just might be right. As much as I’d like to think I was some street-wise homeless girl, I had very little experience being or acting as a responsible adult. For someone to take advantage of me would require nothing more than them offering me a piece of proverbial candy. As Cade’s words began to sink in, I became grateful he and Ethan wanted to protect me from what lurked outside. As my emotions began to once again get the best of me, I pushed myself from the bar, walked around the counter, and into the kitchen where Cade was standing.

  Leaning over the counter and resting on his elbows, Cade clutched his cup of coffee. As I approached, he turned his head my direction and grinned.

  “I want a hug,” I said as I held my arms outstretched.

  “Give me a minute,” he sighed.

  “Huh?” I shrugged, “I want a hug.”

  He raised his hand and extended his index finger, “Give me a minute.”

  I leaned toward him, gripped his shoulder, and pulled against it, attempting to turn him around.

  “I want a hug,” I said as I stomped my foot on the floor.

  As he turned to face me, the problem was apparent. Cade had a massive hard-on. His cock was sticking straight out, pressing his cotton pajamas toward the sky.

  “You just couldn’t leave it alone, could you?’ he sighed.

  I stared down at his crotch, and after a short pause, slowly shifted my eyes upward, taking time to admire him entirely.

  “Is that your way of telling me you like me?” I asked playfully as I tilted my head toward the tent he was pitching.

  “No,” he responded, “This is.”

  He slowly raised his hands to my face, pressed his palms against my cheeks, and guided my mouth to meet his. I was in no way ready for Cade to react in the manner he had. Even more so, I was not nor could I have ever been prepared to be kissed.

  Not like this…

  The kiss that followed wasn’t like anything I had ever experienced. I had almost no experience kissing, and as we kissed I realized it really didn’t matter. Cade was in charge of this kiss, and he obviously had all of the experience he needed to make me feel as if I had been thrust into the heavens above. Although I couldn’t count the amount of people who had fucked me, and had sucked no less than a mile of dicks, I didn’t really ever kiss anyone. Now, standing in the kitchen kissing Cade, I had no intent of ever allowing this to end.

  Ever.

  I’d always admitted I had problems with sex, and was somewhat of a self-diagnosed sex addict. Now, I could easily admit I had problems with kissing, or at least with kissing Cade. The way his kiss made me feel was so much better than anything I could remember feeling in the past, sex included. Although it was drastically different than sex, it was better, or at least during the time he was kissing me I felt like it was better. As our mouths parted, I opened my eyes and gazed into his.

  Green, just like Ethan’s.

  “Your eyes drive me crazy,” he whispered.

  “Kissing you drives me crazy,” I breathed, “Let’s do it again.”

  As his lips pressed against mine, my entire body began to feel almost weightless. After a short time, I began to tingle all over. It seemed his hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I knew I found Cade attractive, and had daydreamed about him no less than I had done so about Ethan, but feeling the way I felt was something totally new to me. Confused, elated, apprehensive, and just a little bit scared, I kept my eyes closed, enjoyed the moment, and waited for my body to explode.

  Oh dear God, don’t squeeze my tits. No don’t…

  He continued to kiss me, pressing me against the edge of the counter. His hands fumbled their way into my bra and began squeezing my boobs. His hands felt different. Soft. Careful. Caring. They were not the hands of a overly aggressive teen, nor the hands of the old men on the east side, eager to squeeze the tits of a woman thirty years younger than their overweight wives, they were the hands of a man who wished to protect me and respect me.

  Squeeze ‘em Cade. Fuck yes. Squeeze my tits and keep kissing me.

  His mouth moved from my lips and began kissing along my jawline. Eventually, he found his way to my neck. As he lightly nibbled my neck and shoulder, kissing the sensitive spot he created each time he did, my knees began to feel like rubber. With my bra now unclasped, and both of his hands on my boobs, my nipples felt like rocks. Each brush of his palm against my nipple sent a small jolt of electricity through my body.

  In the amount of time most men would have finished fucking me and asked me to leave, Cade had only kissed me and fondled my breasts. Now, at 22 years old, I realized what foreplay was. As much as I enjoyed it, I felt if he didn’t fuck me soon, I would burst into a million little pieces. His mouth kissed up my neck until I could feel his breath against my ear. As I bent my knees, hoping for some relief, his hands released my boobs and slid along my cheeks, clearing my hair from my face. His warm breath against my ear almost caused me to collapse.

  “You’re beautiful, Rain,” he whispered, “I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

  I inhaled a shallow breath. The faint scent of toast and butter lingered in the room.

  “I want you to suck my titties,” I breathed.

  Where the fuck did that come from?

  Without speaking, he lifted my shirt over my head, removed my dangling bra, and tossed them aside on the counter. Now standing shirtless wearing nothing more than Ethan’s oversized sweats, I watched as his mouth found my right breast and began to lick and suck my nipple. Watching him do it was more exciting than the act itself. Seeing my nipple disappear into his mouth and feeling him suck the tip of my boob past his wet lips quickly proved to be far more than I was prepared for. As his body pressed tight against mine, his rigid cock against my waist was a reminder of the fact he had needs I was far from meeting.

  As I watched him continue to suck my tits and nibble my nipples, I inhaled a breath, held it for as long as I could, and spoke as I exhaled, “I want to suck your cock.”

  His lips parted from my breast. After flicking his tongue against my swollen nipple, he gazed upward and into my eyes.

  “I don’t want you to think you have to…”

  “I want your cock in my mouth,” I breathed, “I can’t take this anymore.”

  He turned and leaned away from me, pulling my body with him as he did. I didn’t need any more of an invitation. As I lowered myself to my knees, I reached for the waistband of his pajamas and pulled them past his still stiff dick. As the material of his PJ’s cleared the tip of his cock, it sprung upward. Absolutely straight and smooth in appearance, it was a picture perfect example of what a dick should look like. Not massive, but by no means small, I knew making him enjoy what I intended to do should be no problem.

  I grasped his cock in my right hand and worked my face between his thighs. As I began to suck his balls, he started to moan. Softly, I sucked and slurped his balls until his moaning became a deep rumble. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft until my lips were resting against the tip
. I opened my eyes and gazed upward. His head was tilted rearward, and his eyes appeared to be closed.

  “Watch,” I said under my breath.

  He lifted his head and gazed down and into my eyes. As I slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth, he again began to groan. This time, the sound seemed to come from his inner being. After six or eight strokes of my excited and very wet mouth, I forced the tip into my throat, taking his entire cock in my mouth. As I held it in my throat, I looked up into his eyes. His wide eyes and gaping mouth provided all of the reassurance I needed.

  “Oh God that feels…”

  I slid his cock from my throat and gasped for air. I wiped the saliva from my mouth and began jacking it in my wet hand. As I did, he once again leaned rearward and began to moan.

  “Watch, please,” I breathed.

  He glanced downward, “I can’t, I swear, it’s too much.”

  He likes it.

  I opened my mouth and slowly slid my lips along the shaft a few times, watching him as I did. After a few strokes, I forced his cock in and out of my throat until I felt it convulse. After I pulled my mouth free and gasped for air, I eagerly began again.

  After a few strokes, I cupped his balls in my hand and began to caress them lightly.

  His moans became louder and his breath choppy. His hand pressed against my forehead. I pushed against it, trying to force his cock to remain my mouth.

  “I’m going…”

  He pulled himself from my mouth, groaned loudly, and immediately came all over my tits. As much as I wanted him to cum in my mouth, seeing him cum all over my tits was a huge turn-on. While I watched cum spew from his cock and onto my chest, I felt as if I had done something special for him.

  “Oh my fucking God,” he groaned as he leaned back against the counter.

  As I stood, rubbing the massive amount of cum against my nipples, he glanced at his watch and immediately straightened his posture.