DANCE OR DIE: Two Guys, One Girl. No Voice. No Choice.

by A. E. Murphy

  “In the meantime,” Presley whispers, shifting up the bed. “Let’s make out some more.”

  “Dude, I am not third wheeling.”

  “Then, kiss her other lips,” Presley suggests with a grin.

  “Wait, what?” I squeak, looking between both of them.

  Carter rolls his eyes. “Pres—”

  “Fine.” Presley wags his brows and flashes his ridiculously attractive smile. “If you don’t want to, allow me.”

  “Hey, wait a sec,” I say but he’s already off the bed.

  Oh he must have been kiddi— ACK!

  I’m yanked to the end of the bed and Presley’s head disappears under my dress skirt.

  I look at Carter and then back at Presley’s shape beneath my clothing and suffer a catatonic state of mind when he rips away my panties and closes his mouth over my sex.

  A sharp, heady, screaming spasm of pleasure tingles roll through my body wave after wave.

  “He wasn’t kidding,” I whisper to myself and feel Carter unzip my dress.

  I want to ask him to leave so he doesn’t watch, but then I also want to ask Presley to stop because I feel shy all of a sudden. But then all of that is a lie because Carter pulls my dress over my head, leaving me totally fucking nude and I don’t want to be anywhere else.

  I squeeze my eyes shut and shudder when the unfamiliar burning of consensual oral makes me feel weak all over.

  “Do you mind?” Carter asks.

  I shake my head in reply even though I don’t know what he’s talking about.

  One of his hands covers my breast and his mouth teases my other nipple, getting it to an even harder point than it already was.

  Presley goes to town down there; he slides a finger into me while his tongue laps and licks at my throbbing clit. It’s sending me wild. All of it. Soon I lose any reservations I have and hold their heads.

  Carter kisses my body, making me jerk and cry out.

  “Guys,” I breathe, squirming, trying so hard not to move for fear of losing this feeling. “I need… more.”

  “Fucking greedy,” Presley comments, his mouth still on me.

  But then he stops and pulls his shirt over his head revealing his glorious chest to my view.

  I’m about to demand he do what he was doing but then he starts on his belt and yanks down his pants.

  “Hey… not a chance,” Carter protests and I’m about to sob. But then he yanks his own shirt off. “I’m going first.”

  “What? But I—”

  I clear my throat pulling their eyes my way. “Can we just… make this less awkward?”

  Presley slides onto the bed beside me and we shuffle up the mattress.

  “This is my first time consensually,” I whisper, daring not to say the words too loud for fear that it’ll spoil the mood. And I really want to have sex right now. “So don’t fight. Don’t say anything about it. Just… be cool.”

  Presley pecks me on the lips, his shining eyes show his understanding and compassion for my situation. “Okay, Carter, you can go first.”

  I close my eyes as he kisses me but open them again when Carter finally parts my legs. His eyes roll over my face, full of wonder and awe.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  I stroke his cheek with the back of my hand and whimper when he sinks inside, slowly rocking in and out until our hips are joined.

  He peppers kisses all over my face, whispering sweet words in my ear. Meanwhile Presley places my hand on his cock and I gently tease him as Carter finally gets started.

  He is so big… I have no idea how I’m going to handle Presley afterwards when I can hardly handle Carter.

  This is crazy. I can’t believe this is happening.

  Carter adjusts his angle and starts thrusting in such a way that I raise my hips off the bed to meet him. My hand tightens on Presley’s cock who whispers how hot this is.

  “Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it, she loves it.”

  “Uh-huh,” I agree and Carter smiles down at me right before his eyes roll into the back of his head which then drops to my neck.

  I can hardly breathe. My womb is tightening, my sex is throbbing, he’s sliding inside in a way that burns so incredibly. His breath gets choppy in my ear and his arms come around and under me. He grips my shoulders and drives in faster.

  Presley kisses me, yanking my head his way.

  “I’m gonna… it’s…” I cry out as my orgasm hits me and Carter pulls out with an angry curse. He grabs his boxers, wraps my free hand around his cock and spills his seed onto the fabric.

  Before I can take a breath or sob that my orgasm tapered off before I got the chance to fully feel it, Presley is climbing onto my body and pushing inside. It stretches and burns because… his girth.

  Wow… I feel full. So full.

  He laces our fingers above my head and rocks twice. Just twice… that’s all I needed.

  I explode, moaning and cursing so loudly that Presley covers my mouth with his. His lips tilted with a smug smile.

  “Don’t take all the credit, I fucking got her there,” Carter comments, and his hand goes to my breast.

  My orgasm lasts forever, it shatters me. I almost black out.

  Presley goes harder and faster, thrusting deeper and wilder. He squeezes my hands and his eyes shut tight.

  Then it happens, after too long, yet no time at all, he stops and I feel him swell.

  “You feel… ugh… you fucking… fuck… you feel so good,” he breathes and with a staggered cry similar to Carter’s he pulls out and spills his essence onto the boxers Carter hands him. His arm muscle bulges as he pumps his cock, unashamed of his body or pleasure. When he’s clean of his seed, he drops the boxers and then shoots Carter a look. “Those are yours.”

  “I just passed you what I had.”

  “Fucking wrong, man.”

  “We just shared a pussy, I figured you wouldn’t care about a bit of fabric.”

  I press my hand to my mouth and giggle at how stupid and silly this is.

  They both look at me with amused expressions, pull back the quilt, and climb in on either side.

  “That was crazy,” I say on a breath. Still smiling like I just found out my uncle died. That would be the only thing that could make me happier at this point. “That was so fucking crazy.”

  “Yeah,” they agree at the exact same time.

  “If you tell anybody about this, I will chop off your dicks.”

  “Noted,” Carter whispers and rolls me so my back is against his chest. I decide now that I love being spooned. “I have to take you home soon.”

  I want to sob at that prospect. I don’t want to leave them.

  Presley presses the front of his body to mine, holding my hand between us. I look into his incredible eyes and smile, especially when he tucks my messy hair behind my ear.

  “Choose me,” he mouths and runs his nose down the bridge of mine.

  I feel Carter start to doze but his cock gets hard between my ass cheeks. I raise my brows and laugh, Presley questions my sudden outburst with a shake of his head.

  “He’s hard,” I whisper with a giggle.

  Presley guides my hand to his cock and I discover that he is too.

  “Want to go again?” he asks quietly, hitching my leg over his hip.

  It’s bad but… I actually do.

  “You have to take her,” Mommy pleads, holding my hand out to the man. It’s sore from where she’s grabbing it so hard.

  “You decided to have her, Francis. The hell is wrong with you? A child needs her mom.”

  I wake up feeling achy and lethargic, the sun is spilling over my face and the house seems quiet. Normally, when I wake up these days, I hear the childish laughter of Paisley, but I vaguely remember Lane telling me about a bake sale of some kind for charity… eh. I didn’t listen.

  I stretch like a cat and I feel well rested despite my one dream. It wasn’t so much a nightmare as it was a memory of my awful bitch of a mother. She t
ried to pawn me off on everybody before my uncle finally took me, and he only did that because she dumped me on his doorstep.

  She’s the reason my life was as it was.

  Shaking off the memory of her, I climb out of bed and stretch again. A feeling of sadness and panic overwhelms me when I remember that today I have to make a decision that I really don’t want to make.

  I don’t know what those guys see in me but I’m grateful for the both of them.

  They deserve better than me though, I’m nothing but a hussy just looking for her next orgasmic fix.

  I just want to be touched and hugged. This has nothing to do with either of them. This is me being a selfish fuck.

  I need to know before I fuck up everything.

  “Where’s your brother?” I ask Alice when she opens the door to her house.

  “Huh? In his room I think, why?”

  I push past her and rush upstairs. I need to test this theory and I need to test it now.

  “Ooookay,” she mutters, following me.

  I knock on Liam’s door while bouncing anxiously on the spot.

  “Come in,” he calls and when I push it open I find him sitting on the end of his bed tuning a guitar. He’s so good looking, he’s the only other guy I can honestly say I’ve been attracted to in my entire life but his beauty was such a surprise. “Well, hello there.”

  “I need to kiss you,” I say, and his eyebrows hit his hairline. “If that’s okay?”

  “Sure.” He grins and puts his guitar down.

  I dive on him, wasting no time at all. I press my lips to his and then my tongue and though it’s a nice kiss, it’s not a lifechanging, soul altering, lovemaking sort of kiss. It’s just a good kiss. It doesn’t make me forget the world, it doesn’t make me forget Carter and Presley. It definitely doesn’t make me want to jump into bed with him, not like when Presley kisses the back of my neck, or when Carter puts his hand on my thigh.

  “Ewwwwww, the fuck?” Alice cries.

  I rip away from her brother and stand, leaving him dazed on the bed. “Nothing.”

  “Nothing?” he questions, laughing slightly. “I felt something, let me tell ya.”

  “You’re an amazing kisser but I felt nothing. It’s not you, it’s me. Thank you for being my experiment.” I turn to Alice who looks seriously confused. “I’m in love with Carter.”

  “Oh.” She blinks with surprise. “That’s good, right?”

  “I’m in love with Presley too.”

  “Damn, well, that’s just greedy.”

  We exit Liam’s room as he shouts, “Call me!”

  Alice slams his bedroom door. “Start from the beginning, you massive slut.”

  “I’m in love with them. In love. I just know it because I’ve never felt this way before. Carter’s cute smile and how gentlemanly he can be, Presley’s brooding exterior and how demanding he can be.” We head out of her house after she dons her shoes and I pick up my bike and walk it alongside her.

  “Do they know?”

  “No.”

  “Are you going to tell them?”

  I chew on my lip so hard I taste blood.

  “Hey… what’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?”

  “They want me to choose one of them.”

  “Fair.”

  “But I can’t choose one of them.”

  “Unfair.”

  “Exactly.” I blow out a breath and wish we could all just be together as we are, no labels, just fun and sex. “I have until the end of the day to make a decision.”

  “Yikes.”

  I look at my friend, her big eyes, the braces on her teeth, I assess her and list all the things I enjoy about her in my mind. “What’s good about me? Why would those two, incredible, amazing guys like me?”

  “You’re sexy as fuck,” she says and I hum for her to continue. “You’re sweet, quiet but not shy, you’re not nasty, you don’t play games. In fact I’ve never heard you gossip about anyone. I mean you listen to me gossip for hours but you never join in. Like when I called Solomon fat and you were all… don’t fat shame, and I laughed, but really I was like wow… she’s a nice person.” She stops and sighs wistfully. “I’m a lesbian and I’m in love with you.”

  “WHAT?” I squeak but she doubles over laughing.

  “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

  “Not funny.”

  She smiles, puffing her cheeks out in a comical way. “It was but anyway, I can’t think of a reason why anyone wouldn’t love you.”

  I drop my bike and hug my friend. “I’m so glad we met.”

  “Me too. Let’s go to Gamerama. I want to kick ass on Pac Man.”

  “I hate that game.”

  “Only ’cause you always get eaten by the ghosts.”

  She has a point.

  I pick my bike back up and start walking again.

  “Who are you going to choose?”

  I shrug my shoulders. “No idea. Who would you choose?”

  “Carter, hands down.”

  “I knew you’d say that.”

  “So choose Presley and then I can have Carter.”

  I growl at her and she laughs even harder than before. “If you start getting bold with the guy I don’t choose, like you have been with Melvin, I’ll go back to that witch in New Orleans and have her oil your hair off with her potions.”

  “Not my hair,” Alice cries dramatically while gripping her scalp. Her face sobers and she gets this creepy look in her eyes. “Do you want to do something weird? To take your mind off shit.”

  “I’m not eating your pussy, Alice.”

  “You know you want it,” she shrieks loudly while waving her hips from side to side at me and I laugh so hard I can’t breathe. We sober after a short while and she continues, “Anyway, do you want to or not?”

  Wiping away happy tears I give her a grin. “Fuck yeah, I do.”

  “Another reason why you’re loveable, because you never say no.”

  Oh boy. She has no idea how right she is about that. I wish I could tell her about what I did with both Carter and Presley last night but it was such an intimate and private moment that I don’t want anybody on the outside judging it. It was for us, only us.

  “So, what are we doing?”

  “Stalking Mr. Owen.”

  “That weird-ass math tutor?” I ask and she gets this dreamy look in her eyes. “Oh man… really.”

  “I want to know where he lives, where he goes, what he buys, what he wears in his spare time.”

  “If he ends up in pieces in the Mississippi River a month from now, I am not defending you.”

  She just gives another dreamy sigh. “I think I love him.”

  “Sure.” I pat her head even though she’s taller than me.

  Presley: So… when are you going to call?

  Carter: Did you choose Presley? Is that why you’re not replying to my messages.

  Scandal: Can we all meet in the barn?

  Presley: You made your choice?

  Carter: Right now?

  Scandal: I’m on my way there now. I’ll see you soon.

  It’s getting dark when I arrive and truth be told I am exhausted after a really long Sunday.

  I ditch my bike beside Carter’s car and climb the fence. Then I drop to the other side and make my way to the barn with my hands tucked into my pockets.

  It’s lit and music is playing and when I enter I find the smiling friends dancing together like they used to. I watch them for a while, sinking my teeth into my lip while smiling so big it hurts. They’re both so sexy and powerful and entirely incredible. And they both want to date me.

  Carter catches sight of me during a spin and his blinding smile mirrors my own.

  “Hey, beautiful,” he says and comes my way.

  I pull the door shut and accept his embrace, laughing when Presley joins in, sandwiching me between them. It reminds me of what Alice said the first time we met about being the stuffing in their sandwich. I’m lucky enough to
play out that dream as my reality.

  “I’m all sweaty and gross,” I mumble, squeezing free and kicking off my sneakers so I can dance. “Can we practice our routine?”

  “Can’t we talk first?”

  “We need to know,” Carter presses and I sigh heavily.

  “You’re not going to like my answer,” I utter.

  “Me?” they both chorus and point at themselves. “Him?” they chorus again and point at each other.

  “What did I tell you about talking at the same time?” I laugh but then sober because this is a sad moment. I turn and then turn back, trying to decide the best way to go about this. I had it all planned out in my head. “Guys… I… I had a pretty shit life.”

  “We know,” Presley utters, sounding sad.

  “And because of that, when two of the most amazing guys came into it, on top of everything going on, my normally sheltered heart cracked wide open and stuffed you both inside.”

  They stand and wait patiently.

  “This isn’t… I’ve never had to explain my feelings to anybody but a shrink before.” I laugh once and grip my head. “This sucks; it’s hard.”

  “Just tell us a name, no hard feelings.” Carter steps forward, offering me his hand. “We’ll all still stay friends; we’ll still dance together.”

  “That’s a relief, because… well… I love both of you,” I finally admit but no metaphorical weight feels as though it has lifted. In fact it feels heavier than before. “So I’m breaking up with both of you.”

  “What?” Presley demands and they look at each other, confused, and then at me.

  “You’re kidding…”

  “I wish I cared for one of you more than the other but you’re both incredible and it would break me to see one of you hurt because of my decision. So I’m cutting this off and we’re hopefully going to move on as friends.” I suck on my lower lip as I gauge their blank faces. “I only ask that if you start sleeping around, you try to at least keep it hidden from me. I don’t think I could handle it.”

  “But… this isn’t fair.” Presley steps forward, irate. “What’s the point in having none of us? At least one of us will be happy.”