His warm breath tickles against my skin, and I break out in goosebumps. For a second, I can envision him pushing me over the edge of the pool table, fucking my brains out right here in the middle of the bar. I get the feeling that his friend, Lucas, would probably join in on it, too. Of course, I’m purely basing this on the fact that they’re both flirting and coming on to me, yet neither one of them seems bothered or jealous by it.
After a few more drinks and a couple more games of pool, we’re all pretty buzzed and having a blast. The three of us have been laughing and touching and drinking for more than a few hours, and being around these two makes me feel sexier than ever. They both make me feel very….wanted.
The bartender yells, “Last call!”
I’m a bit sad that the night’s coming to an end, but I guess all things have to at some point.
“Hey, Penny,” Mason says. “How would you like to take this party and make it a little more….private.”
I look at Lucas to gauge his reaction, and he’s all smiles. “Yeah, come home with us,” Lucas says.
“Come home with you?” I ask.
That sounds much different than what Mason just said, but I have a feeling they know something that I don’t.
“I have a place,” Mason begins. “It’s not much, just a small two bedroom house, but we can all go there to hang out.”
“Do you two live together?” I ask.
It’s a legitimate question. They seem like best friends, and I could see them sharing a place. Mason laughs and puts his arm around me.
“Something like that. So, are you in?”
Both of them are eying me, and even though I should probably say no, I nod and say yes before I can stop myself.
“Good, let’s get out of here,” Lucas says. “You can just follow us.”
We walk outside where it’s still very warm despite it being almost 1 AM. The summer heat has been awful, and I can’t wait for fall to finally get here. This might be the hottest August St. Louis has seen in a long while.
Lucas and Mason climb into a white pick-up truck that reads ‘Hunt Construction’ on the side. Climbing into my black Toyota Camry, I buckle up and check my makeup in the mirror as they start their engine before we head back to Mason’s place.
We’ve spent the last few hours together having a lot of fun, but I have a feeling things are about to become more interesting.
4
Mason
“You think she’ll be game?” Lucas asks on our way back to my place.
Looking in the rearview mirror, I see Penny’s little black car trailing behind us. “I think so. She seems a little on the wild side.”
“Yeah, she does. Do you think she’s ever had a threesome before? It might not be her first time,” he comments.
“I don’t know. She could also be trying to figure out which one of us likes her.” I glance over at Lucas as he shrugs his shoulders. “Penny seems like a smart girl, she’ll figure it out soon enough.”
“With a body like hers, how could we both not like her?” he laughs. “She’s a hot little number, isn’t she?”
I nod. “That, she is.”
We pull up to my dad’s old house. It’s one of the very few things that he owned, and it still feels strange without him here. The house needs quite a few repairs, but since we’re mostly on the road for work, I haven’t had time to do much to it. If we could stay in town long enough, I could probably have the whole thing renovated in about six months by working on it here and there. There’s just not enough hours in the day to get it done sooner.
“So this is your place?” Penny says as I unlock the front door.
“Yep, home sweet home,” I say, pushing the door open to allow her to go first.
Hanging my keys on the hook near the front door, Lucas and I follow Penny inside. She seems interested in the house and very curious as she looks around.
“Want a drink?” I ask them as I head into the kitchen.
“Bring me a beer,” Lucas yells as he turns on the stereo.
“What do you have?” Penny asks.
Opening the fridge, I look inside. It’s a pretty sad sight. There’s a carton of eggs, which are half used—and expired, a case of beer, a small tub of butter, some cheese, a pitcher of water, and something hidden under aluminum foil; probably leftovers of some sort. I toss the whole plate in the trash. There’s no telling what’s underneath the foil.
“We have beer and,” I look above the cabinets where I keep the hard liquor, “some vodka.”
“I’ll take a beer,” she says.
Walking back into the living room, Penny and Lucas are standing in front of the stereo talking about music as they decide what to put on. I hand each of them a bottle of beer and admire Penny as she looks through our CD collection.
Lucas excuses himself to the restroom while Penny pops in a CD.
“This is one of my favorite songs,” she says, tagging a swig from the bottle.
“What’d you find?”
Before she can answer, the song comes on, and I know what it is just from the intro. She’s playing Pony by Ginuwine. Her hips start to sway to the beat of the music, and she starts singing.
“I’m just a bachelor, looking for a partner,” she looks me dead in the eyes and points to my chest.
I could definitely be that person for her. Lucas comes out of the bathroom and stands by my side as Penny continues to dance for us.
“Someone who knows how to ride, without even falling off,” she points to herself and shakes her hips as she lowers her ass to the ground.
Lucas and I look at each other. We now have the answer to our question, she’s game. Without saying a word, we grin at each other and nod. We’re both thinking the same thing.
“Gotta be compatible, take me to my limits,” she runs her hands down each of our chests, grabbing the waist of our jeans, pulling on them.
Before she can get another word of the song out, Lucas and I grab her and lift her up in the air. Each of us begins kissing on her neck; she tosses her head back, granting us full access to her throat.
“You sure you want us to take you to your limits?” I ask.
Lucas is busy planting kisses all the down to the front of her cleavage, while I nibble on her ear.
“Ohh,” she moans, nodding her head yes. “I’m sure.”
“Let’s do it,” Lucas says.
We carry her to my bedroom because that’s where my full-size bed is. There’s only a small twin bed in the second bedroom where Lucas sleeps when we’re in town. The three of us collapse on top of the mattress, Penny in the center of it all.
Lucas takes her left side as I take her right side. Together, we begin undressing her and ourselves. She’s more eager than either of us had anticipated, and it’s so fucking sexy to see her practically begging to suck our cocks, but we make her wait.
Her lustful eyes stare at our cocks as she licks her lips. As fun as this is, and will be, we’ve done this more than a dozen times before, and it’s always better when the focus is on her. We get what we need from it regardless, but when the woman enjoys herself, that’s what makes it so much hotter.
Pulling her shirt over her head, we each take a breast and free it from the black bra laced with purple trim, exposing her nipples. While Lucas flicks and nibbles the nipple on his side, I lick and suck the other. She’s obviously enjoying this, but I can sense that she’s nervous. Her body’s too tense to be fully relaxed.
“Don’t be nervous,” I whisper in her ear. “Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want to happen, okay?”
Biting her lip, she nods her head but her body doesn’t relax, so I decide to help her with that. Lucas is still busy licking and sucking her breasts, so I reach down and begin unzipping her jeans before pulling them down. She’s wearing a matching pair of panties that goes with her bra that’s now hanging off the edge of the bed. Sliding them down her thighs, I spread her legs and bury my face between them.
She’s p
erfectly shaved and already so fucking wet. Her skin is glistening with her juices. Slowly and deliberately, I lap them up and lick her clean before I sink my tongue into her sweet little hole. She’s fucking delicious.
Her body begins to relax as I tongue fuck her and let her come all over my face, but I’m not done yet. I give her a second to recover as I trail kisses along her thighs. Glancing up at her, Lucas is kneeling next to her head. She’s sucking his cock, taking him all the way to the base. For a split second, I’m jealous, but then I remember that I’m the one tasting her sweet pussy.
Cupping her ass in my hands, I dive back in, but this time I go straight for her button. Lightly bitting it, I pull her clit into my mouth and begin sucking on it. A slight moan fills the room, and her ass starts wiggling in my hands. It’s not much longer until she’s almost ready to come again.
I back off of her clit and insert my finger deep inside her before going full force again. In two seconds flat, she’s coming all over my hands and face once more as her moans fill the room. Her legs quiver as I continue lapping her sweet juices before I let her finish writhing before I climb up next to her, where Lucas and I trade places.
As soon as I’m next to her, she grabs my face and pulls me to her, kissing me as if her last breath depends on it. She greedily tastes herself on my lips as she moans while Lucas tastes her sweet nectar. I watch his head dip between her legs as she tosses her head back.
“Mmm,” she says. “I taste so fucking good on you.”
“So fucking sweet,” I whisper.
Still kissing, I swallow her moan as Lucas brings her to an orgasm. Her back is arched, and those perfect pink nipples of hers are begging for attention. Leaning down, I begin sucking on them as she takes my cock in her mouth.
Swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, she hits every damn nerve ending known to mankind. I lean my head back, trying to concentrate on anything but what she’s doing so I don’t blow my load.
I’ve never had a blowjob as good as hers as she teases my cock and sucks it like she’s starved.
“Fuck,” I moan. If she keeps this up much longer, I’m not sure how long I’m going to last. That’s when I decide to switch up the game and make things more interesting.
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Our past destroyed us once, but I refuse to lose her again.
It only takes one mistake to ruin everything you’ve got, and I’ve made several of those. We spent so much time together: loving each other, hating each other, and, eventually, trying to get over each other, but I could never forget her. Every smile, laugh, and curve of her beautiful body was etched into my heart and soul.
I thought our love story was over, but fate brought us back together when I was least suspecting it.
When I lay eyes on her again six years later, I know things aren’t over—at least not for me. The moment I see her, a thousand unspoken words pass between us and all the feelings I’d lost come flooding back. But I have to ask myself, did I ever really heal or are the ghosts of our past too much to overcome?
1
Lucas
The sun is streaming through the curtains, threatening to scorch my corneas even though my heavy lids are closed tightly. I’ve been nursing my hangover all day, but it hasn’t let up despite being almost 5 in the evening. Hopefully, when the sun goes down, it won’t be as bad.
Today’s no different than any other day though. Every morning I wake up, and she’s the first thing on my mind. Her name is inscribed in my brain: Toni. She’s usually the last thing I think about before I go to sleep and the first thing that pops in my head every morning.
Leaning over the edge of my bed, I reach for the bottle of ibuprofen that has a permanent home on my nightstand because of days like today. I guess I can thank the St. Louis City police department for not having to work today since they were the ones who had my driver’s license suspended for DUIs; not that it’s stopped me from driving, but I’ve had to limit the jobs I can accept.
Instead of taking bids for construction jobs in Illinois, all over Missouri, and parts of Kansas, I’m limited to what’s right here in the immediate St. Louis Metro area. Thank God for rebuilding downtown or I might’ve been homeless, but right now, I’m appreciating the break while it lasts.
As soon as I successfully complete these mandatory AA meetings that the judge recommended, I can get my license back and won’t have to worry about losing my construction company.
I guess there’s no one to blame but myself, but blaming yourself sucks, so I blame it on life and the legal system. As high as the crime rate is on the North Side, you’d think the cops would have better things to do than pull someone over because they forgot to use a turn signal. There are about a billion theft crimes, sexual assaults, arsons, and drug traffickers to keep them busy until the next century.
Grabbing a half-empty beer bottle from last night, I wash down four ibuprofen with the warm, stale beer and flop back onto the mattress. Staring at the crack in the ceiling above my bed reminds me once again how bad this place sucks. I liked it better when Mason and I shared his dad’s house, before he married Penny and had kids.
He’s such a lucky bastard.
Actually, I liked it better when I was lying in bed next to Toni every morning. If that were the case, I wouldn’t care where I lived. We could live in a shack or inside a cardboard box. As long as she was with me, I’d be happy.
Maybe if I would’ve gotten the girl that I was supposed to have had, my life would’ve been better too, but shit doesn’t always work out the way you want it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for Mason, but I miss what we had when we were sharing girls after mine and Toni’s breakup.
Life was so much easier back then. One of us would find a cute girl, test the waters to see if she was up for a threesome and bam! It definitely helped keep my mind off of her. I spent a lot of years numb, bedding anyone who was willing, trying to fill that empty void. It worked for a little bit, but reality would always catch back up to me.
When we shared girls, we’d share them like no tomorrow. No relationship, no strings, no commitments; there was only a promise to each other—our pact—and that was once we shared a girl, we always shared her.
It was a simple rule to keep feelings out of the way so that nobody got hurt, and so that it never ruined our friendship. Mason and I were always like brothers, but now that he’s married, started a family, and began running his own business, things aren’t the same. I don’t have anyone.
It’s only me.
Well, me plus Alicia, but she doesn’t count. We’ve never entered an official relationship status, despite what she believes. She might be annoying, but at least I don’t have to spend too much time alone, which is probably the only thing that’s kept me from drinking myself to death.
There have been a few times when I’ve come close to that point. Things were real bad after I found myself suddenly single for something that I had very little decision in. It sucks to wake up in the ER after they’ve pumped your stomach. I know because it’s happened twice in the last six years. The first time wasn’t too long after Toni ceased to exist in my life, and the second time was on the one-year anniversary of the last time I saw her.
Glancing at the alarm clock beside my bottle of ibuprofen, I watch the digital numbers flip to 5:02. Right on cue, Alicia calls like she does every day when she gets off of work, but today, she’s not calling to see if I want to grab a bite to eat or hang out.
“Hello?” I answer, my voice croaking as I try to ignore the jackhammers beating my brains into an oblivion.
“Lucas? Are you still in bed? You know you need to be up right now,” she says.
The jackhammers ramp up their speed with each word that vibrates over the phone line.
“Yeah, I know,” I run my hand through my hair as
I sit up on the bed. Looking into the dresser mirror, I can see my disheveled hair sticking out all over the place. “I’m working on it.”
My eyes are sunken in and the dark circles beneath them look even darker in comparison to my pale skin. That’s what happens when you lose half your work and are never outside. Thanks St. Louis City PD, I think to myself.
“Your meeting starts in 90 minutes, you better get your ass up and moving.” I don’t respond, which pisses her off as usual when she tries to boss me around. I’ve always liked the girls with daddy issues because they’re easier to control, but Alicia is headstrong and demands control.
Being with her is a double-edged sword. I want her in my life because it means not being lonely and I need her in my life to help keep me in line, but we’re not a perfect match; not even close. I’m not sure what I’m doing with her, but we have had some pretty good times together, so I outweigh the good with the bad and deal with her because she’s good for me—in a way.
The same kind of way that your mother would be good for you if you had one. Mine’s been gone so long that I don’t remember her voice.
“Lucas! Are you listening to me?”
I nod, even though she can’t see me, “Yeah. I hear you. I’ll be ready, but I don’t see the point.”
“The point, Lucas,” she clicks her tongue off the roof of her mouth, which usually means I’m going to get an earful. “You need these meetings to get your license back so you can get your construction business back up and running at full speed.” I know what she’s saying is true, but I don’t care anymore. Going to these meetings or getting my license back isn’t going to make me stop drinking, or improve my life in some unforeseeable way. “Just get in the shower, please. I’ll be there in like twenty minutes. Okay?”
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