“Purple, actually. Red was just a personal statement and I like yellow as it’s a happy color. But purple’s the real me.”
“Cleopatra’s favorite color and associated with royalty,” nodded Corey.
“What about you? Corey? Derek?”
“Green,” replied Corey. “I was a Greenie before the term was invented.”
It was Derek’s turn. “My favorite color used to be blue, but after seeing your red panties and that red lace bra, I have a new favorite color. Red.” His voice was hot and gruff with lust and Andy’s breath hitched as she looked at him.
“Country overseas you’d like to visit?” he asked, obviously trying to cool himself down.
“Hmm. That’s hard. I told you Perry and I planned to backpack around the UK or Europe. I never could decide which of those I preferred. But I also like the idea of going on a safari to Africa somewhere to take photos of wild animals in their natural habitat. What about you?”
Derek’s eyes widened. “That’s amazing! Africa’s a place we’ve been talking about for months now. Kenya maybe. Or South Africa. Somewhere that has reasonable facilities but still plenty of undeveloped natural spaces.
Corey smiled and nodded and asked, “Favorite animal?”
They were still happily wrangling over the respective merits of cats and dogs when their meal arrived and the evening was spent in much laughter as they shared their personal likes and dislikes. But Andy was very aware of the sexual undercurrent—and the looks her men were giving her left her in no doubt about how the evening would conclude.
I want them so much. They’re so hot. Every woman here must envy me with two such handsome dinner companions, plus they’re a lot of fun as well. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much. But I can’t wait to go to bed with them again either.
* * * *
By ten p.m. they were back at her apartment and she walked through into the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, “Would you like a cup of coffee?”
“We’d rather have you,” said Derek, nuzzling her breasts and lifting her shirt up to reach them more easily.
“Oh yeah,” murmured Corey, unzipping her pants.
Andy pulled Derek’s head up to kiss him and he urgently thrust his tongue into her mouth.
“Hmmm,” he murmured, unsnapping her bra and holding a breast in each hand.
Corey dragged off her pants, panties and shoes and widened her legs so he could nibble and lick along her inner thighs.
“I can’t wait. I have to have you now,” said Derek, pushing her back onto the counter top.
With a crash the vase and the flower they had given her earlier that evening smashed to the floor.
“Oh no,” said Andy distressed, pulling away from the men. “I’ll just get a broom—”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll buy you another one,” said Derek, intent on maintaining contact with her breasts.
“No.” Andy pushed him away and went to her pantry for a broom and mop.
‘Dammit, woman!” Derek exclaimed, turning around fast to grab her only to knock both her bar stools over with a loud bang.
Corey stood one of the stools up but the leg of the other one had splintered.
“Shit! I’m sorry. I’ll buy you another one of them too,” said Derek. “This apartment is too small. I’ll clean up here. You go and pack a bag. You can move in with us straight away.”
“What?”
“Go. Pack a bag. You’re moving in with us now. This place is way too small. And too yellow,” he added glaring at the pantry door.
Andy snapped. She’d really appreciated the gift of the tiny rosebud and the vase, but now it seemed as if Derek and Corey were just going to buy her like a blow-up doll for their entertainment. “I thought we were friends. I thought we had a relationship—or at least the potential for one. This is my apartment. I bought it. I decorated it. It’s mine. It’s me. You can’t buy me. And you never even asked if I wanted to move in with you! Now get out. Get out of my home. GO!” she screamed.
Derek stood watching her. His jaw had dropped, his fists were clenched. His face was red. Quietly, Corey said, “I’m very sorry, Andy. I like you a lot.” And he grabbed Derek’s arm and pushed him out the front door, shutting it silently behind him.
Andy ran into her bedroom, flung herself on her purple duvet heedless of the pretty dress still waiting there, and burst into hysterical tears.
* * * *
As Corey drove the men home, Derek looked at him and said, “I did that all wrong, didn’t I?”
“You wanted her. We both wanted her. But yeah—not your best moment.”
“So what the hell do we do now?”
“We go home, have a few drinks. And plan how to win her back.”
But by the time they arrived at their house Corey could tell Derek was still mentally beating himself up. Instead of his usual confident demeanor, he seemed to have shrunk inside himself. He seemed somehow shorter, frailer, older than he’d been just a handful of hours earlier. He certainly didn’t seem like a man who’d just effortlessly hiked the Blue Ridge Trail.
“Come to bed,” said Corey. “Let me love you.”
Corey sat Derek on the side of the bed, pulling his shirt off and gently kissing his flat, round nipples.
He undid Derek’s shoes and pulled them off with his socks, and sucked his toes.
Then he rolled Derek onto the bed and pulled his pants and underwear off.
“Don’t be so kind with me. I’ve messed up. We’ve found the perfect woman for us and I’ve pissed her off. We’ve lost her now and it’s all my fault,” groaned Derek.
“Sshh, we’ll get her back. We’ll make a plan. We’ll apologize and show her we do care and are prepared to listen to her wishes. She’s a reasonable and intelligent woman. If we sit and down and stay calm I’m sure we can win her back.”
“I just know I’ve wrecked everything. Fuck me,” demanded Derek, pulling Corey on top of him for a searing kiss.
Teeth clashed and tongues thrust madly and suddenly Corey couldn’t wait to possess his friend. He practically ripped his own clothes off, threw Derek’s legs over his shoulders, and thrust into the other man’s ass with almost no preparation.
“Yes!” screamed Derek. And the two men began a powerful mating rhythm more suited to animals in the wild than to humans in a bedroom.
Derek dug his legs into Corey’s neck to hold on, gripping the other man’s arms almost painfully hard. Corey kept a bruising clasp on Derek’s hip with one hand while the other hand fisted the man’s cock with brutally rough strokes.
The harsh, raw power of their mating brought them both to the peak very quickly and as Corey blasted his hot cum into Derek’s ass the other man’s cock spurted hard over both their bellies.
“Shit. Zero to one hundred miles an hour in ten seconds,” puffed Corey as the men panted in each other’s arms.
“Damn straight. Jeez, you’re good.”
“You’re pretty damn hot yourself.”
Derek looked at Corey, his eyes once again filled with pain. “So how are we going to get her back? How can we undo this mess I’ve made?”
“Well, her apartment’s very special to her. So maybe even if she moves in with us we need to encourage her to keep that as a place she can go to whenever she wants to.”
“Yeah, but she didn’t like it when I said I’d buy her a new bar stool. She won’t like it if we offer to pay her rent or mortgage or whatever, either.”
“Hmm. We’ll need to talk to her about that. It is not like we’re short of a buck, so we should be able to help her out with any expenses. Plus…” Corey’s voice trailed off.
“What?”
“I’m almost certain she said something on the hike about joining the Hiking Club and going hiking because she liked having time to be alone. Liked the silence or something. So maybe she’ll need a day or two here or there just to keep her head straight.”
“We can do that. I just can’t bear to los
e her.”
Corey was thinking fast, planning. “We’ll get off work early and wait for her in the parking lot at her company. We’ll plan what we’re going to say to her, explain she can still have her freedom as long as she has us as well. We’ll convince her to give us another chance. We’ve never taken her on a real date. We’ll wine and dine her, take her to the movies. I’d like to take her shopping and buy that red dress. And maybe a pair of come-fuck-me red shoes too, but we’ll need to wait on that to make sure it doesn’t make her feel ‘paid for’.”
He rocked Derek against his chest for a while until they both realized how sweaty and sticky they were from their fast and furious coupling and the cum on their bodies.
“Time to get cleaned up,” said Corey, pulling Derek to his feet.
With unaccustomed meekness Derek followed Corey into the bathroom. Corey looked at him carefully and as soon as the water was running hot he pushed the other man’s chest against the tiled wall, grabbed the waterproof lube from the rack and lubed Derek’s ass. “This may hurt, but I think we need to do it again,” he whispered, pushing his cock inside the other man’s tight hole.
“Hurts so good,” groaned Derek.
After such an explosive and fiery coupling, this time they moved much more slowly, running their hands over each other, and Derek reaching both arms behind him to play with Corey’s asshole.
Derek’s head rested on the shower wall to help balance them both and Corey alternated pumping into Derek’s ass while playing with his cock. Gradually the tension increased and both men’s balls pulled up tight against their bodies. Then Corey felt the tingling at the base of his spine indicating he was about to come and twisted his hips, angling his cock to make sure he pinged the other man’s prostate with the slightly curved head, so they could both climax together.
As the water cooled they soaped and cleaned up, both more confident they could deal with the future and get their woman back.
Chapter Eight
After an extended crying jag Andy staggered into the bathroom for her third shower that day. She leaned against the wall and tilted her head into the spray, her eyes swollen shut, her nose red and dripping and her emotions in turmoil.
Get a grip, woman, it’s really perfectly simple. How much are you prepared to compromise to stay with them? Are they worth giving up your apartment for?
Andy stood there still sniffling intermittently, trying to make up her mind.
I have to be me. I can’t give that up. But I want them so much, I can’t give them up.
Derek can’t buy me. I’m not for sale.
How can I live without them? Don’t be a drama queen. I lived without them until last week! But I didn’t know them then and now I do.
“I can’t think about it anymore today. I’ll decide tomorrow,” she said firmly, picking up the shampoo and squeezing a blob on to her hand. “Tomorrow.”
But midnight came and went and she was still tossing and turning in her bed.
“I don’t need them. I can give myself a perfectly good orgasm,” she said aloud, retrieving her favorite purple dildo from the nightstand.
But lying back on her pillows, all she could think of was the way Derek loved her breasts, how he always sucked and played with them and made her so hot. Tweaking the nipples herself was no real turn-on at all. And Corey used that slight curve in his cock to devastating effect. Her purple pal was nowhere near as good.
Sighing, Andy sat up and dug deeper in the drawer, bringing out her old red BOB.
She lubed it thoroughly, set it to her favorite speed, and gradually inserted it into her ass, pushing it as deep as it would go. Then with that welcome feeling of fullness she placed her feet flat on the mattress, her knees wide apart and plunged her purple dildo deep into her cunt.
She pushed it deep, then withdrew it to play over her clit, while the fingers of her left hand tweaked and twisted a nipple. Then back inside to push deep, her hips rising into the thrusts.
She remembered being backed back against the tree at Little River Falls, Derek thrusting inside her, and Corey into Derek. She visualized their time in the river, both men playing with her, bringing her to completion—and the two times she taken them both together, one in her ass one in her cunt, the three of them holding so tightly to each other, pushing in and out, the tension rising and rising.
With a deep grunt of relief Andy came, knowing that she had to apologize to the men and work through to some way they could be together—at least long enough to see if a relationship could work.
Happy to have made the decision, Andy dropped the two dildos on the pillow beside her and went to sleep.
* * * *
She dressed carefully the next morning, with her sexiest, laciest red lingerie under her sober work clothes and a clean red thong in her briefcase in case she was invited to sleep over at their house.
As she ate her breakfast cereal and packed a sandwich for lunch at work she continued to mull over how she’d make arrangements with the men.
I can’t totally give up my freedom but I do see this apartment’s too small for the three of us. But Corey and Derek have been a twosome for so long—maybe they’d actually appreciate some time alone, just the two of them. If I could be alone for an entire day now and again, that would be enough for me and it might be good for them too. Well, I hope so. And I’ll continue to pay all the expenses associated with my place.
She determined to visit them the next day and talk things out.
* * * *
Once again her day at work was very busy, and when it ended she took a little extra time in the company bathroom to freshen up and add a touch of her favorite perfume. It had produced an instant response from Derek and Corey when they picked her up for the restaurant evening—and she figured she needed all the female weaponry she could bring together to help sort things out.
As she emerged from the elevator into the basement-level parking garage, she was surprised to see Corey and Derek leaning against the wall beside her car. Corey was holding a tiny rosebud in his hand and Derek a crystal vase. She was unaware of the heated debate about this move with neither of them sure whether it was a good idea or not.
* * * *
“She liked it. She said it had been special,” Corey said.
“Yeah, but then she said I was trying to buy her,” Derek argued.
“Well, just keep your fingers crossed that she understands we’re meaning it as a symbol to show we’re trying to start over,” said Corey.
* * * *
A wide grin broke out across her face as she realized they were trying to make amends. They’d come to her with their gifts demonstrating that they were willing to make a fresh start. Andy almost ran across the concrete to them.
Derek went down on one knee in front of her. “I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you. I don’t want to buy you or own you. I just want to love you. Forgive me?”
“Of course. I shouldn’t have screamed at you. I should’ve explained my feelings.”
“We’ll talk about it. We’ll work it out,” said Corey.
Derek threw his arms wide in supplication. “Shit, you can paint our whole damn house yellow if you just agree to give us a second chance.”
Laughing hard, Andy collapsed into their joined arms for a kiss.
“I don’t think it’ll come to that.”
The End
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