The party was already well underway. Sophia was fashionably late. Mostly it was clients, gathered together to blow off steam after a hellacious week. Everyone was well-dressed and sitting in the living room, enjoying wine and cheese. They all stared at Sophia, wondering who this beautiful new stranger was. It was like she was the only woman in the room.
“Do you want a drink?” Blake eagerly offered, hopping up from his place at the end of one of the sofas. He indicated to a large bar with its lovely array of wine bottles and fine liquors. They had all the finest things to drink, which pleased Sophia. Despite her upbringing, Tony’s new lifestyle as a corporate attorney had accustomed her tastes to the finer things in life.
“Oh, I suppose a glass of Merlot,” she responded as she tenderly sat down.
Adam began to introduce her to the guests. Each of the men and women were fashionably dressed. They clearly seemed to all be well-established business executives. She couldn’t wait to be introduced. Sophia warmed up and offered everyone a dazzling white smile.
“Sophia, how did you happen to meet these Franklin brothers?” a man named Dennis inquired.
Sophia smiled and positioned herself more comfortable on the couch. The couch was made of some slippery material that was hardly cozy. “I just moved in down the hall today.”
“Wow.” He seemed impressed and looked her up and down. “And what is it that you do?”
“Yeah, I meant to ask that earlier,” Blake interjected as he brought her the glass of Merlot. “Are you a model?”
She laughed. The Franklin brothers were her neighbors and they were flirting with her! “Actually, I am a new financial columnist for the New York Times,” she declared.
Everyone congratulated her on her new position. Dennis began to discuss his experiences with the Times and Sophia tried to listen. But she was continually distracted by the way Adam and Blake hung on her every word and stared at her as she spoke. They were obviously mesmerized by her. She had a naturally sultry voice and she used it to entice them further, letting her words wrap around them seductively. Clearly her magic was working and that pleased her. These guys hung on her every word. She noticed the other guys in the room trying to join in the action too, but she paid them no mind. She had already decided that she was here for the Franklin brothers and for the Franklin brothers only.
“Have you lived in Manhattan before?” another one of the guests asked.
“Never. I lived in Long Island with my Ex, when I was married, and with my mother in Long Island before that.” She gave an embarrassed laugh. “Yes, I am soon to be freshly divorced.” She displayed her bare ring-finger on her hand as if she were showing off a brand new engagement ring. The baldness of her finger had been painful for her to accept from the time she and Tony had agreed to split, but she did not mind it now. Everyone looked rather pleased to know that this stunning woman was single and available.
As one of only a few women at the party, Sophia had to tone down the flirting and show off her professionalism. She was a welcome relief to the other men, judging by how the party was going. Conversation switched from business to dating and divorce. As the drinks flowed, everyone started laughing and having a good time. Her initial sense of awkwardness at meeting new people faded away, and she relaxed, becoming her authentic self.
“So I just want to describe for a moment what it’s like growing up Hispanic,” she told the attentive group at one point. Everyone began laughing hard as she described her strict Catholic mother, who had been widowed when Sophia was little and who had moved them in with her even stricter grandmother. She described her mother’s bizarre threats about God watching whenever she got on the phone with a boy, and then being yelled at to take the trash out so as to cut short her call.
“And Catholic school? Forget about it!” she went on.
Everyone was laughing. The brothers agreed, for they had gone to St. Xavier’s themselves. Then Blake butted in, “So you had a pretty strict upbringing, huh?”
“Yeah. I didn’t even attend my first real party until college.” She laughed. “Though there was that one time I snuck out, right after my mom finally remarried.” She guffawed at the memory. “I was seventeen and some of the girls from school wanted to meet some boys from St. James, the all-boys Catholic school.”
“Oh boy,” everyone laughed, rolling their eyes and imagining how that happened.
“I was getting a bit cozy with this one cute boy. I really liked him and he was on scholarship, just like me. Well, towards the end of the evening and just as we were about to kiss, my mom showed up. She ended that pretty quickly.” Sophia didn’t go into how she had been grounded for months, having to do extra housework, and how her mother didn’t speak to her for most of the time.
“Then you got married?” Adam prompted. He seemed fascinated about her life. She came from a background that he had no clue about.
“Yes. I had known Tony since I was little. I was supposed to marry into the Garcia family.” She shrugged. “He was my Godbrother and the Garcias were close friends of ours for generations. They came over to the States before we did and helped us get established. My mother was poor after my father passed away, and the Garcias were there for us, helping us find a place to live and helping my mother find a job. Tony and I were always close. I always thought he was a good man, at heart.”
Everyone exchanged looks. Sophia’s heart sank. What did she not know? Did they all know about his escapades? That was humiliating, thinking that everyone knew how unfaithful Tony had been. She hoped no one would start telling her stories.
“So you didn’t leave your mother’s house until you were married?” Blake also seemed fascinated.
“Yes,” she smiled. “That was my first time out of her house. In Hispanic culture, it is normal to live at home until you’re married. My mother didn’t even let me move into the dorms at college. I had to take the ferry to and from the Island every day. It let me get a lot of studying done, though. She didn’t even want me to go to NYU at first – she didn’t understand the point of it since I was getting married, anyway. She didn’t think I would do anything with my degree, but she relented when I told her that being educated would make me a better wife.”
Almost in unison, everyone in the room let out, “Old School”.
“Wow. I heard about cultures like that but I thought Americans didn’t do that,” someone commented.
“Yes! It’s very old-world. But, it’s 2018 now!” Blake piped up.
“Most third-generation Hispanics break away from that type of mentality. But my family is not from here. My mother came here from Mexico with her first husband when she was only twenty and pregnant with my older brother. We’re devout Catholics, and the Catholic tradition is what makes my family the way that we are. So my Mom clings to tradition pretty hard. It is all she knows. She means well, even if she tries to hold me back. I think mainly she is just afraid that I will lose my faith and make the same mistakes she made after my father died. She knows how hard it is to be alone without a man and she doesn’t want that for me. She thinks having a husband is the key to a good life and that’s what Catholic tradition teaches.
My grandmother would never have allowed her to deviate from tradition, either. Her second marriage after my father died, was even a hard thing for Grandmother to accept, but Mother is so happy with Carlos.” She smiled and shrugged. “It’s just something I have to deal with. It’s hard, but she’s my mother. I love her very much.”
“I imagine it’s pretty hard. You ever feel like you are hurting her or letting her down?” Adam ventured.
Sophia smiled sadly, appreciating his empathy. “I suppose I do at times. Guilt is a big part of the Catholic tradition, and she is good at putting doubt into my mind. But I stay strong and stick to what I think is right. Finding a balance between the way I was raised and the way I feel is hard, so I have to look into my heart after every conversation with her. Sometimes it gets really confusing and frustrating. Sometimes I want to give
up and crawl back to Tony. But I know that’s not what will make me happy and I have to remind myself why I am doing this, why I’m on my own now. When I remember the point of it all, I am able to keep from letting her get to me.”
“So what’s it like to be out on your own for, what, the first time?” Blake asked.
“I’m sure it’s terrifying,” a young woman in the room ventured.
“We’ll make sure you have a good time,” Adam replied. “If you are ever lonely, you can always come over here to visit.”
She smiled and nodded. “Thanks. I’m not sure how I’ll feel being all alone right now, so I appreciate your offer. I’ll let you know.”
“For sure. It’s not every day that we have a hot twenty-eight-year-old come visit,” Blake cracked with a bit of a smile.
Sophia surveyed him with her piercing dark eyes. “I highly doubt that,” she teased back.
He turned bright red. “Honestly, we don’t. I know we have reputations, but…”
“Really, it’s always a big sausage party up here,” Dennis quirked.
Adam playfully hit him. “Let her think it’s more fun than that or she won’t come over again,” he joked.
“I think I will.” She said that archly as she swilled the wine in her glass. Both brothers fell silent, clearly overwhelmed with a sudden surge of desire for her.
“Do you want some more wine?” Blake inquired.
She smiled. “Hit me.”
After Blake refilled her glass, they decided to start a game of poker. Sophia giggled when one of the guests proposed strip poker. “No one wants to see your naked fat ass,” everyone teased back.
But, something about the idea made her heart quake and gave her an unusual tingle between her legs. The brothers clearly both had very nice bodies. She couldn’t explain her boldness, but she wanted to see the brothers naked. And she knew they’d like hers, since she spent considerable effort keeping herself toned and fit. Still she was shy. And Catholic. She had not shown her naked adult body to anyone but Tony. But then Tony had never stared at her, lustily, as they did. And she was now a single woman! Sophia spent a moment daydreaming before responding with a little laugh, “No, but how about playing for money?”
“Penny pot as usual?” Dennis proposed.
Adam and Blake blithely agreed, “Of course.”
Sophia smiled. Here were some of the richest men in New York. And they played penny poker. She fished a penny out of her clutch and tossed it into the pot.
Of course the guys expected Sophia to be a novice and a mark, but unbeknownst to them, she often played poker with her older brother and his friends. After a few hours she cleaned out them all. “I’m a dollar richer,” she joked as she collected the final pot. Her clutch was now full of pennies. Adam laughed and handed her a dollar, crisp and clean as if he had washed it.
“Do you keep all of your bills crisp like this?” Sophia teased as she put it in her clutch and dumped the pennies on the table.
“Always,” he replied with a wink.
As the night wore on, most of the party cleared out. Soon, it was just Sophia and the Franklin brothers. When they closed the door behind the last guest, Adam turned to Sophia as an awkward pause unfolded.
“I guess I should get going,” she suggested, though she didn’t really want to leave. The penthouse apartment was suddenly quiet and she was acutely aware of both brothers staring at her. A pit of excitement began to grow in her belly, making her want to wait and see what might happen. Clearly both brothers liked her a lot, and the feeling was mutual. But which one would make the move? Would she even end up with either of them? They were known to have supermodels on their arms, and she didn’t want to end up with another Tony. But this was the first time in her life that she was free and single, and she wanted to at least experience dating and even a one-night stand for the first time ever.
“I wish you didn’t have to go,” Adam said.
“It was a pleasure having you over. You should come by more often,” Blake said.
She beamed. “I sure had a great time. Thanks for getting me out of the apartment.”
“Any time,” both Adam and Blake said at the same time. They exchanged looks and seemed irritated at each other. There was already a competition simmering between them for Sophia, it was becoming increasingly obvious. Which one would win? Sophia had never experienced this before but it was exhilarating.
To break the awkwardness, she decided to gather her clutch and bid them both good night. She lingered at the door, and both brothers lingered after her. “Well, good night,” she said, giving each a peck on the cheek on her way out.
Back in her ex-husband’s lavish four-poster bed, Sophia rummaged through a few boxes and then fished out her best friend since her separation - a large purple vibrator. Thankfully, she had already made the bed earlier that evening, before going to the party. As she sunk into the sheets and felt the vibrations rise in increasing spirals throughout her body, she began to fantasize about Adam. She caressed her warm pink sex, thoroughly enjoying the feeling, making her thighs quiver in delight. Her throat tightened and her mouth went dry as she imagined the feeling of Adam’s warm fingers sliding down her sides and playing with her clit. She just knew he would be a great lover. By now she was dripping wet, soaking the bed. A wave of pleasure made her back arch and she gave out an involuntary moan. She moved the vibrator down from her clit and slipped the vibrator into herself. The vibrator was quite large and she imagined it was Adam’s huge cock. The feeling of him filling her drove her crazy. She pulsed and twitched in pleasure, anticipating the orgasm she felt was coming. Electricity seemed to run up and down her spine. Even her scalp tingled with pure, unrestricted pleasure.
But then an image of Blake caressing her body and sucking on her nipples blotted out Adam’s face. Blake was even bigger than Adam! He stroked it a few times and she could see his massive cock growing. Now Blake was ready to slip inside of her. He was looking at her with the lust he had stared at with all evening, and she could practically feel his longing to fill her up with his length. She imagined the feeling of his wonderfully tight body and she imagined that he had a bit of chest hair that she could play with as he rammed his hips into her. Oh, she knew he was going to fuck her hard! She could just feel it, as if it was already happening.
Then suddenly she pictured Adam again. Adam fucking her more gently, the way she liked it, but he was gaining speed. Oh my God, he was going to push her over the edge! She was so close to climaxing and exploding in ecstasy!
It was impossible to choose which brother she preferred, and it seemed wrong to fantasize about them both. Eventually, she gave in and imagined both brothers on top of her, rocking her and caressing her. One was suckling on her nipples and caressing her. She took him in her mouth. The other was inside of her, rocking her to orgasm. Shamelessly, she indulged in the naughty idea of having sex with two brothers at the same time. Her fantasy knew no boundaries and no inhibitions; she knew they could do anything to each other. And these men practiced no shame as they took turns fucking her. They knew just how to touch her and just where to hit to make her scream with pleasure. After only a few more moments, Sophia could wait no longer. She lost all control as her feet and toes suddenly flexed, and her back arched uncontrollably. She saw stars, then a kaleidoscope of colors. Waives of pleasure filled her body as her pussy repeatedly clenched, soaking her sheets.
She had never had an orgasm like that before. It took several moments before Sophia could even open her eyes. Who knew that she had such dirty fantasies? It was not like it would ever happen in reality, right?
Chapter 3
Sophia woke up with a vicious hangover. That was another feeling she was surely not accustomed to. With a groan, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and forced herself to get out of bed. It was time for work, and then she needed to come home and do more unpacking. When she looked at her face in the mirror as she applied makeup and brushed her teeth and hair, she vaguely remembered havi
ng drunken sex with herself and the crazy fantasies she had indulged in. Wow! How scandalous! She shook her head and laughed, amazed that she was even capable of such dirty thoughts. After all, she had only been with one man, and sex with Tony was, well, basic.
It wasn’t bad, but she almost never had an orgasm. Sometimes after being with him, she would have to sneak off to the bathroom to reach a real climax with a toy or her fingers. There was very little that he did to actually push her over the edge and they certainly never did anything nasty and forbidden.
Plus, with her Catholic upbringing, sex was something that was seldom discussed and she had learned to not think about it too much. So where in the world had she gotten the idea of fucking two brothers at once? She felt like she was such a bad girl. But she liked the feeling.
As she jumped into a taxi to worky, her phone rang. She groaned when she saw the name “Lupe Nueva” flash across the screen. Did she have to do this now? She finally answered at the fifth ring. Lupe was her mother and she already had a feeling what the conversation was going to entail. Her mother was so strict and so clingy that she was probably panicking about Sophia being alone in the city. Surely this conversation would not be a pleasant one. Rarely did they ever have pleasant conversations, since Sophia had struck out on her own and certainly not since she told her she was divorcing Tony.
“Sophia!” her mother barked. Sophia could already hear the lecture that was about to come. “What is this I hear about you proceeding with the divorce?”
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