by Edie Sommers
My nipples hardened and not from cold.
Andy and Jack gave each other a look again. Jack shook his head. “Nope. Not a word.”
Good thing too. Their shoes and socks came off next.
One of these days I needed to find out who designed cutoff blue jeans to say thank you. Both men in faded denim. And nothing else, unless you counted the colorful ink on Jack’s back.
Oh wait. They were talking. To me. “Are you coming in?”
I stood and shucked off my clothes, down to the modest my-mom-picked-it-for-me swimsuit. Today I’d come here with friends—I thought. The itsy-bitsy bikini I’d bought for myself the year I’d left home for college and had only been worn on spring breaks where I’d never see the witnesses again languished in a drawer back home. “Last one in and all that…” I raced toward the water.
“Deep spot’s over here.” Andy leapt from the bank, forming a graceful arc and barely creating a ripple on landing.
“Cannonball!” Jack held his nose, jumped, and drew his knees up to his chest.
Well, hell. When in Rome. If I timed my jump just right… Andy came up on the left, Jack on the right. I threw myself between them, splashing them both. Nope, I didn’t fight fair. I came up whooshing water with my hands toward them both.
Gentlemen were so easy. If they’d only teamed up against me when they’d had the chance. I dove, grabbed an ankle, yanked, and barely paddled away before Jack went down flailing.
I circled around and shot to the surface. “Yah!” I shoved and Andy fell on his brother.
Andy came up laughing. “She plays dirty, brother. I reckon we ought to teach her a lesson.”
“Gotta catch me first.” I sliced through the water like the hounds of Hell nipped at my heels.
Halfway across the pond, and no one behind me. Uh-oh, not good. Waist deep in water and no ripples. Cue the shark-about-to-eat-the-swimmer music. Any minute now… Hands around my waist lifted and dropped me. I went under and came up laughing. Twin grins answered me.
How fun to horse around and be a kid again.
Together we paddled back across the pond and climbed out. I collapsed on my back on the blanket, panting. “That was fun.” I couldn’t recall ever having such a laid back and restful day.
Sure beat staying at home alone.
“Yeah. It was.”
I wasn’t sure who spoke. Jack sat on one side of me and Andy the other, popping the tops off their drinks and slurping some down, almost like synchronized drinking. My laughter died and my mouth went bone dry. The boulder lodged in my throat made swallowing impossible.
I stared at one, then the other, the heat in their gazes turning up the thermostat on an already warm day.
Both looked at me with a hunger to match my own.
Both.
At the same time.
I couldn’t move, too enraptured by lust. What should I do? I wanted them. Both of them. Right now. I couldn’t do this. Couldn’t choose between them with the other one watching. Did they expect that of me?
In silent answer, they lay down, one on either side of me, Andy stroking my face, Jack resting a hand on my stomach, nudging the waistband of my bathing suit bottom with his little finger.
They didn’t want me to choose? They wanted… Andy and Jack nodded at my unasked question.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” In the middle of a field, out in the open, and I didn’t care.
“Yep” came from one side, and a husky “yes” from the other. My pulse raced. Jack hovered over me and closed the distance. His lips were chilled and tasted of soda and sunshine, but the kiss was scorching. He pulled back, gaze locked to mine, and Andy took his place, giving me a sweet orange-flavored kiss. Nothing too passionate, just a prelude of things to come.
Warm hands on my stomach, a hand on my thigh, close to where it should be, but not close enough.
I shifted and brushed my cloth-covered labia against Andy’s finger. He sucked in a breath, eyes wide, sealed his mouth to mine and slipped his finger, that dear, wonderful finger, under the edge of my suit and lightly stroked along my folds.
“Is this okay?” Jack tugged on the strings of my top.
“Yes.” The top disappeared. Jack covered my still cool nipple with a mouth hot enough to scorch. Without thinking, I pushed up, forcing more of my breast into his mouth.
Andy slid his finger inside of me.
Emboldened by their actions, I reached out, rubbing them each through their shorts, tentatively at first, and more confidently when they groaned. “Open,” I ordered.
They didn’t need telling twice. Good boys.
No! Bring that finger back here! Right now! The wonderful finger returned a moment later. I grasped both men’s cocks. Andy, so smooth to my fingers, Jack, rough with wiry hair. Andy plunged his fingers in and out of me while Jack nibbled my earlobe and ran a lazy finger over my nipple.
Two hands felt glorious on my body. Four raised the stakes even higher. Oh damn.
Bringing his mouth down to mine, Jack slipped his tongue inside and worked his hand lower, rubbing my mound through my suit. He snaked his fingers under the spandex and worked my clit. Oh dear God in Heaven. That was… that was…
When Andy and Jack’s hands bumped, stars danced before my eyes.
I should be burning from embarrassment, out in the middle of a field, in the wide open, with not one, but two men doing wicked things to me. Bucking my hips worked Andy’s finger deeper. Oh. Nice. Jack moved back, Andy kissed me. Then they each attacked an ear. My rhythm on their cocks pushing into my hands faltered. They moaned in unison.
Okay, brain, take a break. Now was for the “ah, ah, ah”, and “oh hell yeah”, and the slick/slide and flash fire deep inside.
Faster and faster I pumped the hard flesh. Oh God. Oh God! Jack clamped his mouth down between my shoulder and my neck. Andy tossed his head back. “Damn!” “Fuck” and “Ah!” peppered the air. They throbbed in my hands, my grip growing slick. Heat rolled through my groin. I let go, eyes rolling back and crashing into orgasm.
I lay on my back, gasping for air. I’d just had two men. At the same time. I couldn’t care less. Rustling and zippers zipping barely registered. Strong arms pulled my head into Jack’s lap, while Andy picked up one of my feet and started rubbing.
A girl could get used to this.
Something behind me blocked my attempt to roll over. Resistance in front of me kept me still. Soft snores fore and aft. Andy and Jack, nestled next to me, napping. What else could I do but snuggle in and go back to sleep?
Smiling.
Our trip to the pond had taken twenty minutes or so, going back flew by, with me in a semi-boneless stupor. This time we rode three abreast, Jack on one side of me on a huge black gelding, Andy on the other, his mare glowing copper in the sunlight. They both held the reins and rode with full confidence, nearly a part of the horse.
At ease. Both men appeared completely at ease.
Not too long ago we’d lain on a blanket in a field, loving each other. A shiver raced up my spine. If you’d asked me last week about being naked with a man in the open, I’d have been horrified. Not only had I been with one man, I’d had two—and nothing could possibly have felt more natural.
Occasionally one or the other steered his horse closer, reaching out a hand to grip mine, caress my shoulder, or otherwise keep the passionate embers burning.
In the stable we removed saddles, pads, and halters, and brushed our horses. Buttercup leaned into my curry comb, hoping for a good scratch, silly girl. Though I’d not done much riding growing up, I’d started to enjoy her sweet buckskin self.
Andy hummed and Jack crooned. I sang the first song that came to mind. Lady Gaga would be appalled at my rendition. The boys joined in on Bad Romance, Jack’s rumbling voice holding the tune perfectly, Andy singing too softly to distinguish over Jack.
We finished up the last chorus, laughing and badly off key, on the way into the house. Andy and Jack went first, check
ing for their grandpa’s whereabouts before I tiptoed down the hall toward the bathroom. I so did not want their grandfather to see us before we got presentable.
“Y’all wash up and get to the table,” Grandpa Getsinger called from the kitchen. Mouthwatering scents ambushed my nose. My stomach growled. Was it too much to ask that dinner not be squirrel?
I hobbled into the bathroom, inner thigh muscles screaming from having been spread apart while riding. The guys hung outside the door while I cleaned up. The mirror caught my eyes. Without the help of a blow-dryer or hair products, my hair frizzed out, and for a moment I wondered who that stranger was. Oh yeah. Me. Without makeup. The splash of freckles I took pains to conceal under foundation stood out against my pale skin. My arms held a touch of pink, despite the sunscreen I’d slathered on.
My natural look wasn’t bad. Seriously debauched, actually, and I’d never show up for work like this, but… Would Grandpa take one look at me and know what I’d been doing with his grandsons?
Several deep breaths calmed my pounding heart. Don’t be ridiculous! How could he know? A blush swept up my cheeks. Oh yeah. That. If I flushed crimson each time I glanced at Andy and Jack…
“You okay in there?” Jack hollered.
“Yeah.” I opened the door and stepped out. “Your turn.”
I waited until they freshened up and joined me to face Grandpa. A coward? Me? You betcha!
We settled around the kitchen table, already set and loaded with bowls of biscuits, green beans, mashed potatoes, gravy, and corn. An oblong dish of macaroni pie and a platter of roasted meat completed the meal.
Eying the plate didn’t turn up any answers. What did I expect? Tufts of gray fur? Andy ducked his head. The corner of his mouth twitched.
Jack pursed his lips, an evil gleam in his eyes.
“What’s wrong, girl? Ain’t you hungry?” Grandpa bit down on what might have been a boneless chicken breast.
Or maybe not.
The thing I hoped was a chicken thigh lay on my plate. Poking it with a fork didn’t make it chitter.
Andy snickered. “Jack told her you fed her squirrel.”
Jack slapped the table, loosing a guffaw.
Grandpa gave Jack’s back a playful swat. “Don’t be telling no lies on me, boy.” He winked at me, his brown eyes so like Jack and Andy’s. “I’d never feed a lady squirrel without first asking her permission.”
“Why you!” The biscuit in my hand might make a good missile.
Whatever existed between me and the guys, whatever might exist in the future, we were friends first. This was their grandfather, who welcomed me to the dinner table.
I’d worry about other things later. Right now I merely enjoyed the camaraderie.
12
I lay on the couch on my back, TV on, showing some so-called reality show. No one acted like that. I flipped to another channel and sighed. Even sci-fi didn’t offer the comfort it normally did. “What am I going to do, Magoo?” I asked the ten-pound furry weight on my chest.
The cat offered no words of wisdom, only head-booped me with an audible crack. Ow! He dug his claws rhythmically into my T-shirt.
A month ago life had been so simple: work, run, eat, sleep, hang out with friends. I’d had a good life, though maybe a little lonely at times.
I loved Andy and Jack, had for a long time, as friends. Now the love shifted to something deeper. I loved them both equally. How could I ever choose between them?
Memories of the day flooded my cheeks with heat. What I’d done. With them. With both of them. I should’ve been more weirded out or something. Hell, they should’ve been weirded out, watching me kiss and fondle their brother.
Yet being with the two of them, together, had been comfortable. I couldn’t have them both, life wouldn’t be that kind.
Sooner or later I’d have to decide.
And the choosing just might kill me.
Good. No one waited in the hallway. Painful step by painful step I minced toward my cubical, legs screaming from being astride a horse, and other parts of me deliciously sensitive from other pursuits.
“You’re walking funny.”
I jumped and spun. Darlene grinned at me.
Oh jeez. Not now. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
“And?”
“And what? I agreed with you. Aren’t you happy?” Coffee. Coffee first, then best friend interrogation. It should be law.
“Details, woman! I want details. Until the lovely Brenda comes to her senses and realizes I’m the love of her life, I have to settle for living vicariously through you.”
My glare didn’t wither Darlene on the spot. “Have you ever even spoken to Brenda except feeble attempts at chitchat in the break room?”
The edges of Darlene’s mouth pulled down. “Well, no, but…”
I placed a hand on my friend’s shoulder. “Then how do you know she’s not jonesing for you like you’re jonesing for her?”
Darlene stepped back, folding her arms over her chest. “Are you kidding? Statistically speaking, I’m the official town lesbian. I’m the only one, like the last white rhino.” She brightened. “Hey, maybe they’ll make me a protected species or something.”
I made a show of rolling my eyes. “Or maybe you can get out of my love life and talk to her.”
“What if she shoots me down? Do you realize how many hours of fantasizing I’ve invested in that woman? If she says no, then poof! Nada! Nothing to show.” Darlene dusted her hands together. “At least now I have some tiny grains of hope to cling to.”
“Not too long ago, I felt the same about my neighbors, and you talked me into pursuing something more.” Though I still wasn’t sure of the outcome. “What if she says yes? Hmmm? Have you thought about that?” I splayed a hand against my chest. “I mean, how am I ever going to get to wear the gaudiest bridesmaid dress in the history of gaudy bridesmaid’s dresses if you don’t give me a wedding to attend?”
“Best man. You’d be my best man, woman, person… Whatever.” Darlene scowled and tapped her foot. “Quit changing the subject. So which brother plowed you?”
“Darlene!” I smacked her arm, twisting this way and that, searching for witnesses—or a diversion to help me escape. No such luck.
“Hey! Endangered species here, remember?” Darlene rubbed a spot that couldn’t possibly hurt.
“Fine!” No use arguing and wasting precious time. Arguments with Darlene couldn’t be won. She’d nothing better to do—her words, not mine—and would wait you out until you conceded the point for no better reason than to finally drop the topic. “If you really must know, I did both.”
There, I’d confessed. Oh, look. Someone had spilled coffee on the ugly tan linoleum.
Darlene lifted my head with a finger under my chin. I’d never seen her grin so big. “Separately, or together?”
The heat of my face might set off the smoke alarms. “Does it matter?”
“Just for my fantasies.”
Oh, right. Her yaoi obsession. My mother perfected the raised-brow glower about the time I’d reached my teens. Terrifying. My attempt fell short. Darlene snickered instead of drawing back in fear.
“It was me and them, not them and…them.” Great. Babble on, girl, babble.
“So, you had a threesome and they were okay with another guy touching you?”
Eyes closed, moaning while they came in my hands. “Seemed okay to me.” Both of them. Together. We’d had a threesome. I wanted more.
Darlene leaned against the wall of my cube and stuck out her bottom lip. “Is it okay if I hate you for a while?”
“Under the circumstances, I guess that’s to be expected. But don’t hate me too long, okay? Reckon you can forgive me by lunchtime so I don’t have to eat alone?” I hated seeing my bestie sad, and added, “Talk to Brenda” to my to-do list. Plenty of invoicing question could draw me to the accounting department.
“We’ll see.”
Darlene stalked off down the hall. What the hell? She didn�
�t even like guys! Why the sudden jealousy? She turned and flashed me a grin. “Just kidding. You’re too easy.”
Why, yes. Yes, I was. Also, not likely to change anytime soon.
My old riding lawnmower chugged along, the bane of dandelions everywhere. An answering sound from next door got my attention. Jack rounded the corner into the back yard, putting a newer model mower through its paces.
I revved my engine to get his attention. Jack revved back. And grinned. Oh yeah. It was on. Stomping the accelerator achieved the phenomenal speed of maybe five miles per hour. I aimed straight for the line between their lawn and mine—if a weed patch could be considered a lawn. Jack beat me there, turned, and headed back the other direction.
We met in the middle again at roughly the same time, my yard being the shorter of the two and allowing me to compensate for a slower machine. We grinned and gunned our engines. Back and forth, back and forth, around the bushes and into the front yard.
Vibrations from the mower, coupled with images of Jack, made parts of me throb in an entirely un-doing-chores type way.
When the final spot to cut came into view, I nearly sobbed. My swollen, teased clit wanted relief.
The yard was fully cut in record time. We eyed each other as we hosed down our mowers and drove them into their respective sheds. What now?
Whaaaawwwww… Oh. Time to weed eat. I grabbed my battery-operated string trimmer and headed back out.
Weed eating. Good. Who could think of sex while whacking weeds?
Me, apparently. The machine sent vibrations up my arms and into my breasts.
Jack had a pack strapped to his back and held some sort of futuristic contraption that likely hadn’t come from a yard sale, like my own had. I trimmed out the walkway and put away the tool.
Damn, I was hot and sweaty. I picked up the hose I’d used to clean off the mower, held it to my mouth, and took a drink. Jack appeared before me, a sweaty vision. Sticking my thumb over the nozzle, I turned the hose in his direction.
