by Mia Moon
I’d gone to journalism school in New York and when I graduated, hopped the first flight to Iraq. For the next several years, I went from hotspot to hotspot, taking photos and freelance assignments and fucking beautiful women whenever I wanted.
But there was one woman I’d never forgotten: Samantha.
Her big blue eyes, her curves, her laugh. The way she teased me in that Southern accent. The way she said my name, like it had three syllables. I’d wanted her bad in high school, but I’d agreed with my best friends: since we all liked her, none of us could have her.
And now that she was coming over, all grown up, I was anxious. Would she be the same old Sam, with the champagne-bubble laugh? Would she still be pretty? I was worried since Rex had said something about her being in a bad relationship a couple of years ago. I’d make sure to get him alone to get more details — we’d kick the guy’s ass from here to Dallas, if need be.
The doorbell rang, and I set my beer bottle down and practically sprinted for the door.
Flinging it open, I had a wide grin when my two friends tackled me and grabbed me in a group hug.
“Fuck, it’s good to see you,” yelled Rex. He was always the most gruff and silent, so hearing him be so enthusiastic was awesome.
I stepped back and stared. “Samantha.” I took her hand and twirled her around like a ballet dancer. She was wearing a little blue tank top dress and her curves were fucking incredible. Back in high school she was a little skinny and wore baggy clothes. Now, I couldn’t stop staring at her little waist and her wide hips. Or her ass. “Look at you.”
She giggled and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Look at you! All muscular and tatted up. Where d'you get those?” She pointed at my arms, which were covered in full sleeves.
I shrugged. “All over. I started with this one in Thailand…”
And off we went. It was like being back in high school, laughing and drinking. We ordered pizza and afterward, went outside in the warm Texas night to sit by the pool. We took over three lounge chairs, with Sam in the middle.
“I’ll be damned if it doesn’t feel right,” I said. “I never thought I wanted to come back, but after all the fucked up shit I saw in Somalia, I don’t know.”
“I hear ya, bro.” Rex shook his head. “Sometimes when you see poverty and war and true misery, the only thing that soothes the soul is good old Texas."
"Amen to that." I raised my beer, then drained it.
“You want another?” Sam asked. The cooler was at the end of her chaise lounge.
“I do, thanks. And Rex, it’s more than that.” I stopped talking because Sam was bent over. That’s when I realized that both Rex and I were staring at her ass. Our eyes met, and we both grinned. “It’s about being around people who know you. Who understand you. Traveling gets, I dunno. Lonely. You know what I mean, Rex.”
He nodded.
“All I know, is that this place has been lonely without you guys.” Samantha looked to Rex, then to me. “I’m loving the fact you’re both back.”
Funny, Rex got a weird little grin on his face just then. I cocked my head. “How many times have you two seen each other since you’ve been back, Rex?”
Samantha giggled. “Define the word seen.”
Rex laughed and pulled her toward him onto his chaise. Now, we’d had a little to drink at that point, but not a ton. Nowhere near what I was used to and Rex being a Marine, I guessed he could hold his liquor too.
My mouth dropped open when Rex planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss on Samantha.
She broke away and grinned at me. “Sorry,” she whispered. “Last night, we kind of…”
“Hooked up?” I grinned. Truth be told, watching her kiss Rex made me hard.
“Something like that,” he said with a giant smile.
“You want me to leave you two alone,” I asked. It made me feel a little jealous and left out, that they’d gotten together, but shit, we were adults now. I wasn’t in the picture, and they had no idea I’d come home when they’d boned the night before.
“Actually,” Samantha said with a purr. “I don’t. If Rex doesn’t.”
Rex sipped his beer and rubbed Samantha’s back. Her nipples had shriveled to tight, taut points. “Uh, I’m not following,” I said, laughing. “Maybe I’m being a bit slow here.
Samantha looked to Rex, and he nodded.
“Well,” she said, moving to my chaise and sitting on the edge near my hip, “Rex and I had a bit of a confessional last night.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Hunh?”
“I confessed that I’d always been attracted to you, him and Taylor.”
My jaw dropped.
“And I confessed that I’d always fantasized about you watching me screw her. Well, you and Taylor watching, but he’s not here.”
Samantha’s face froze. “If that’s TMI or too weird, I’m so sorry.”
She went to stand up, and I grabbed her wrist. “No. It’s not.” My joking demeanor was gone, and I pulled her back down. She licked her lips and looked into my eyes, the blue pool light dancing and shimmering across the golden skin of her shoulders. I wanted her, and if it meant sharing her with one of my best friends, so be it.
“Rex,” I said, not taking my eyes off her, “Would you mind if I kissed her?”
“Not at all, man,” he said in a low voice.
I cupped her jaw softly and leaned forward, taking her mouth in a soft, stealthy assault. She moaned and raked her hand up my thigh, under the hem of my cargo shorts. Was this weird? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I wanted her right then, right here on the pool deck.
We broke away, and stared at each other, each breathing heavily. “What do we do now?” I asked.
“What do you want to do, Samantha? You’re in charge here,” Rex said, moving to the chaise next to where Samantha and I were sitting.
She looked to me, then to him. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but,” she licked her lips again, nervously, which made my dick even harder, “I want both of you.”
Both Rex and I looked at each other, stunned.
“Is, is... that okay?” she asked, peeling off a corner of the beer label off the bottle. “I’ve never done anything like this before. Christ, I’d only slept with one guy before I got married, but I feel so comfortable around the two of you and…”
“Hey. You don’t need to apologize to us,” I said.
“You don’t need to apologize for your desires,” said Rex.
The innocent, yet carnal and needy look in her eyes made me nearly come undone. I began stroking her smooth, bare legs, and she leaned over and kissed Rex.
Without jealousy, I watched as he palmed her huge tits. She threw her head back and moaned. “Shaun, kiss me.”
I did, and just like that, we were in a threesome. Well, sort of. Rex and I didn’t touch. All of our attention was focused on Samantha as if she were some sort of sex goddess that we worshipped with our very souls. When she stood and took off her dress, we both groaned in tandem.
She wore only a see-through, black bra and see through panties. She faced both of us, ruffling our hair. I didn’t know where to stare — at her nipples peeking through her bra or the wet spot on the fabric of her panties.
“Come here,” I commanded. She slid into my lap. Breathing heavily, I looked into her face. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, serious. “I’m excellent. Why?”
“I just want to make sure.”
“You’re not drunk, are you, Sam?” Rex looked at her with concern and squeezed her knee.
“I’ve only had two beers.” She took both of our hands. “I want this. But if you guys don’t…”
“We do,” Rex and I said in unison, and we all laughed. She was sitting sideways on my lap and kissed me, and when she opened her legs, Rex moved in to stroke her pussy.
I undid her bra. “Holy shit,” I whispered.
“I know, right?” said Rex.
Somehow we were both able to take a nipple in our m
ouths, and we both stroked her thighs. “Don’t touch her pussy yet,” Rex growled. “Tease her.”
She moaned and stood once again. Stripping off her panties, she was gloriously naked. That’s when I knew things were about to get wild.
Chapter Five
SAMANTHA
I have no idea how I knew what to do with these two guys. I’d watched some threesome porn with my ex, but it always had seemed so crude and gross. This, what Rex and Shaun and I were doing, seemed tender. Sensual. Totally incredibly hot.
Maybe I should have felt like a slut, but I didn’t. It was as if all of my inhibitions and self-conscious thoughts had vanished when I was between their bodies. I felt no guilt at all when I shed my panties and dropped them to the ground.
No, I was getting a charge from seeing two muscular, hot men — men that I knew would put their lives on the line for me — look at me with blind lust.
Rex stood up and pointed to the chaise. “Lie down."
He quickly stripped off his clothes, and I stared at his washboard abs with admiration. He was so tall and strong, a sprinkling of dark hair on his chest. His cock was fully erect, and he eased to his knees onto the end of the chaise cushion. Taking my ankles in both hands, he spread my legs apart.
I didn’t say anything aloud, but the fact that he’d fantasized about his friend watching him fuck me made my pussy wetter than a waterfall.
Rex’s mouth went straight for my clit, and I moaned. Turning my head, I watched Shaun stand and take off his clothes. I forked my fingers in Rex’s hair while watching Shaun strip. He had the most incredible shoulders and biceps, and his tattoos were black and harsh and sexy against his tan skin.
He dropped his shorts, and Rex slurped at my pussy. I nearly came right then, looking at Shaun’s cock. It was at least as huge as Rex’s, and I scooted down, so my wet slit was in Rex’s mouth.
Looking at Shawn, I turned my head and opened my mouth. “Oh, fuck, Rex, look at this. She wants to suck my cock.” He angled it toward my mouth, and my eyes went to Rex, who lifted his head. His mouth was sopping wet with my juices.
“You’re in for a treat,” he said.
Shaun pumped his cock into me while Rex teased my clit with his talented tongue and slid two fingers in me. “You sucking, baby?” Shaun murmured.
I hummed in response. Shaun’s dick was like velvet and melted butter in my mouth, and I hungrily ate him as Rex consumed me.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come like this,” Shaun said.
“Wanna switch,” Rex mumbled.
“Wait,” I said, out of breath. “I think I want to be fucked properly. Do either of you have condoms?”
Both men dove for their pants. I had a faint idea of playing with my pussy to tease them, but didn’t have time to arrange myself. They were that quick in getting the condoms.
I stood and kissed Rex, nipping his full bottom lip. From behind, I felt Shawn’s big hand on my ass, and the fingers of his other hand sliding into my entrance from behind. I came a second time, my legs shaking.
“Shawn?” I cried out.
“Yes, Sam. I’m fingering you. Give it to me. Give me your pussy.”
I broke away from kissing Rex and turned to Shaun to devour his mouth. Now Rex’s fingers were in me, and one of his hands were on my breast. At least I think it was his hand — at that point, hands and fingers were all blending together in a sublime dance. But I wanted cock inside me.
“How should we, uh, configure ourselves to fuck?” I whispered, then laughed loud. “It’s not like there’s a manual for threesomes.”
They both laughed. “How about you get on all fours, like this?” Rex folded me over and I climbed on the chaise.
“You go first, man,” Shaun said, looking over my back at Rex.
I heard the tear of a condom wrapper and then felt his hardness at my entrance. Holy crap. He was huge, and I felt him slide into me. I closed my eyes and moaned. Shaun’s hand went in my hair and gathered it up. I opened my eyes, expecting to see Shaun’s dick near my mouth, but when I looked up, he was jerking off with one hand, staring at me and Rex.
“So fucking beautiful, isn’t she?” Rex murmured.
“The most beautiful. How does her pussy feel?”
“Like heaven.”
I opened my mouth to moan but Shaun’s cock slid back on my tongue. While Rex fucked me slow and steady, Shaun pounded my mouth, his balls hitting my chin. I didn’t mind the roughness, and actually kind of liked it. I was surprised that laid-back Shaun was so insistent on getting sucked so fiercely, and it made me even wetter.
Rex picked up the pace and fucked me hard and with one deep plunge he groaned. Probably loud enough so that the neighbors could hear, but what did we care?
I felt his dick pulse inside me and I assumed Shaun would orgasm, too. But he didn’t. He was rock hard in my mouth. My pussy, meanwhile, was pulsing. I still hadn’t orgasmed and had been on the brink for so long that my muscles were shaking.
When Rex slid his dick out of me, Shawn took himself out of my mouth. “Come here,” Shawn said. He sat and sheathed himself with a condom.
“Like this?” I said, about to straddle him.
“No, from behind.” Shaun turned me around. “Spread your legs and sit on my dick.”
I did as I was told, whimpering along the way. I loved the warm, wanton feeling of having a second cock inside of me.
Rex sat on the other chaise, facing me. A tinge of pink had spread across his cheekbones, and a sexy sheen of sweat covered his forehead near his dark hair. Slowly, he reached toward my clit with his fingers and began strumming it as I slid up and down on Shaun’s dick.
“Her pussy’s perfect, isn’t it? Pink. And I love that I can see her little clit while she fucks you.”
Shaun grunted in agreement and held onto my breasts, trapping the nipples and kissing my neck.
“You fuck so sweetly,” he whispered. “That pretty cunt of yours feels so good. Fuck my cock just like that, Samantha. You’re doing it perfectly.”
And that’s when it happened. My orgasm. Rex’s fingers played and circled and toyed with my clit and I shattered. He didn’t pull the orgasm from my body, he released it, and I screamed, unable to do anything but come.
Shaun took me by the waist and lifted me up and down, using me to get himself off.
“That’s my baby girl,” Rex said. “Coming like a good girl for us. Like that.”
His words made me orgasm harder. Something about being called baby girl by him was so incredibly hot.
Shaun groaned and ground me into his cock. He came — his pulsing was more forceful than Rex’s but just as satisfying — and I leaned forward, still impaled, and kissed Rex sloppily.
Shaun slowly lifted me off him, and I collapsed into Rex’s lap, moaning. Every muscle in me was aching. But I couldn’t stop grinning. I couldn’t form words or sentences, but I could smile and laugh. Maybe I was under some sort of sex spell that only happens when you’ve done your two best friends.
“She’s tired,” Rex said.
“Why don’t you guys stay the night? Let’s get her inside.”
Rex picked me up, sliding his arm under my knees and around my back. While carrying me, he followed Shaun inside and into a bedroom with a king-sized bed. I made a little mmmm noise when Rex laid me on the bed.
The two men left, and I stared at the ceiling in a haze. Rex returned with a washcloth.
“Open your legs, baby girl,” he whispered. I did, and gently, he wiped me.
Shaun returned with a glass of water and a bar of chocolate. “Thought you might want this.”
I sat up and gulped down the water and ate the chocolate. “Thanks,” I whispered.
Shaun peeled back the white duvet and sheet and they arranged me underneath the covers. With a smile on my face, I shut my eyes.
“Sleep,” one of them said, and both kissed me on the cheek.
Chapter Six
REX
“Man, that was weird. Awesom
e, and fucking incredible, but weird.”
We were standing in Shaun’s kitchen, drinking beers. Samantha was upstairs in bed, sleeping.
Shaun shook his head. “I wasn’t trying to interfere—”
“Dude. I know. You weren’t. But she told me last night that she was attracted to all of us.”
Shaun ran a hand through his dark brown hair. “It’s weird, I’m not jealous of you at all.”
I took a sip of my beer. “I know what you mean. Strangest fucking thing. It’s as if this is all, I dunno. Normal.”
Shaun shrugged. “Maybe it is. Who’s saying it isn’t? I mean, you saw a lot of bad shit in the Marines. I saw a lot of bad shit while on assignment. What we just did was pure and fucking amazing.”
I nodded thoughtfully. He was right. “What do we do now?”
He shrugged. “Dunno. If she wants to keep this up, I’m fine with it. As long as she’s okay with it, that’s the important part. I don’t want her to feel like we’re pressuring her.”
“Exactly. It has to all come from her.”
We drank in silence for a while, then the conversation turned to the future.
“I think I’m sticking around here, man,” Shaun said. “I can live here rent-free, and I’m working on a big photo book of my travels. Got a publisher and a six-figure advance and everything. It feels good to be home. You?”
“I’m back for good,” I said. “I’m supposed to take the exam for the Austin P.D. next week. I’m told I have a good shot. I’d just like to move out of my mom’s house.”
“Dude, move in here. This is three thousand feet of empty.” Shaun waved his beer bottle around. “We just need to buy a better flatscreen and upgrade the cable.”
I laughed. “Serious?”
“Yeah.”
“I just might do that.”
Eventually, my eyes got heavy, and I drifted upstairs. Shaun stayed awake, wanting to check his email, something about an editor in Paris who wanted old photos he’d taken years ago.
