Sweet, Sweet Savannah

by HL Nighbor

  “I’m really sorry if I embarrassed you guys,” I reply sheepishly. “I get carried away at times. I did have fun though. Thank you for this afternoon.”

  “Oh hell no.” Austin sweeps me into his arms. “The date is just getting started. You’re too funny. It’s great to see you let go.”

  “I almost pissed myself when you told the pitcher that if he removed the stick from his ass he’d pitch better,” Finn says through laughter while I cringe. Maybe that comment was a little excessive.

  “How about when she told the ref that he couldn’t call a play even if he was given a script and prompted what to say?” Bas adds, but to my defense, that ref was worthless and was missing shit left and right.

  He puts me down and squats down in front of me. “Come on. Jump on. You can ride out of here, pretty girl.”

  Through peals of laughter, I jump onto Austin’s back. Once I’m secure in his hold, I lean in and place a kiss on his neck and give him a tight embrace.

  Austin’s playful side brings me a needed release.

  “Giddy up! Giddy up!” I shout as I click my heels along Austin’s thighs.

  He takes off running through the crowd with me on his back, leaving behind the musical sounds of Bas’s and Finn’s laughter. As we approach the exit gate, I point out the cotton candy vendor. Without setting me down, he purchases me the glorious, pink concoction.

  And that’s how Bas and Finn find us, me perched on Austin’s back eating cotton candy while sharing bites with him.

  “Can I have a taste, pretty girl?” Finn asks as he raises the bite in my hand to his mouth, bringing my fingers into his mouth with a light suck.

  A moan spills from my mouth as my head tosses back in heightened lust. My momentum stops when Bas places his hand on my hips sliding my off Austin’s back and down the front of his own body.

  My erotic fog lifts when whistles and catcalls surround us.

  “Oops. We’re still in public.” I giggle.

  “You’re going to get us arrested, you little troublemaker.” Bas lectures me with a devilish smirk on his face. “Heckling the players, getting Austin to cart your ass through the stadium, and now this.”

  Glancing down, I make out the hefty erection he’s currently sporting, and my mouth waters. I don’t know what comes over me, but I reach down and cup the front of his pants.

  “It appears that I am not the only one affected.”

  When I give him a little squeeze, his eyes widen, and I take off running. Austin and Finn scream at me to hurry because Bas took off after me.

  I guess I’m not the only troublemaker.

  Don’t ask me how I know, but I can sense him behind me before he touches me or says anything. I brace myself for what’s next.

  In a blink of an eye, I’m tossed in the air over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. When I wiggle during my fit of laughter, Bas gives me a firm swat on my ass.

  “I’m not putting you down.” Bas laughs. “Up there I can keep the three of us safe from your antics.”

  After Austin and Finn catch up with us, neither question my current position. Finn smirks at me, and Austin gives me a wink.

  True to his word, Bas carries me the entire way to the car. Only putting me down when Finn stands ready with the door open. When he lowers me to my feet, both hands reach up to cup my face, and he places a firm kiss on my lips, then walks away.

  I stagger slightly, drunk on his kiss.

  Finn steadies me and helps me into the car. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Savannah. We’re trying to go slow to allow you time to make a decision, but you try our patience.”

  I can’t control myself around these guys. My hormones take over, and my brain short circuits. I become bold and brazen.

  Oh well. They will deal.

  The rest of the evening proceeds with significantly less dramatics. They take me to a lovely dinner at a local brewery and to a club for a little dancing which allows for plenty of touching and flirting. The night ends with me passing out on Finn in exhaustion in the back seat.

  In my sleepy state, I’m not sure who carries me into my apartment or tucks me in, but it really doesn’t matter. Knowing them, all three were involved in some manner.

  Hands down. Best date ever.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Many nights, I can be found in the company of one or more of the trio. Bas, Austin, and Finn spend a great deal of time with me and Mac, taking me out on more dates and assuming some babysitting responsibilities for Mac while I attend school or work. During any given shift, one of the guys usually turns up because they want to keep an eye out for their investment, but I know better. They never seem to show up at the pub unless I’m on shift. They want to keep an eye on me.

  Considering the amount of time we spend together, I find it amazing they have yet to revisit the conversation or ask for a decision. The guys continue to allow me to set the pace. However, all three continue to make their interest known through the stolen kisses, intimate touches, and general flirtation. The time will come when they will push for a decision and my time will run out.

  When school ends for the summer, I’m relieved for the break since juggling Mac, school, and work can be challenging. Jenna decides to throw an end of school year barbecue at her house and invites everyone to attend.

  This will be the first time she’ll meet the guys – all seven of them. Wanting everything to be perfect for them, she insisted on knowing all of their favorite foods and drinks.

  Now her and Brittany’s ability to keep their opinions to themselves regarding my love life remains another story. They constantly put their nose where it doesn’t belong and offer me their advice. According to them, I should jump on and take all three of the guys for the ride of my life. I shouldn’t care what society or anyone else deems appropriate. The only thing which matters is if I’m happy.

  I got over to Jenna’s a few hours early to help her and Brittany with the setup for today’s festivities. With the coolers full, the grill clean, the kiddie pool ready for Mac, and the badminton net and croquet wickets standing, we wait for the guys to arrive. I expect lots of fun today even though it will be a testosterone fest with myself, Jenna, and Brittany being the only females in attendance. Well, Mac will be there, too, but she doesn’t count.

  The rumble of voices draws our attention to the gate into the backyard. Earlier, I sent a text to the guys to come to the back when they arrived instead of going to the front door. The voices grow louder as all seven hot as hell guys enter the backyard.

  From my right, Brittany mutters, “Holy shit,” under her breath while Jenna catches my attention with a wink and fans her face.

  Oh, Jenna. I agree. They should be illegal together.

  “Hey guys,” I yell to the group in general. “You all know Brittany, but let me introduce you to Jenna.”

  Jenna stands with me and appears a little too eager for these introductions. While she may be dying to meet my trio, I know who she really wants to meet – Chris. Chris and Brittany maintain a fairly turbulent, love-hate relationship with each other. The day they both act on the sexual tension between them will be a day to remember.

  “Jenna,” I say with a warning to behave clear in my eyes. “I would like you to officially meet all the guys you’ve heard so much about.”

  I go through the line of guys, saving Chris for last. When I introduce him, her smirk confirms she believes the same thing regarding him and her daughter.

  “It’s nice to meet you all,” Jenna replies.

  After the introductions, she takes the opportunity to hug each guy. I don’t mean innocent, polite hugs either. She gives full on body contact, with tight squeezes and hands rubbing up and down their backs. It wouldn’t surprise me to find out later some butts were violated during the whole ordeal.

  Jenna cracks me up.

  Mac squealing through the yard interrupts the groping. Wearing the cute little two-piece swimsuit Brittany bought her, she runs as fast as her little legs can car
ry her. When she arrives at our circle, she stops and glances up at the guys. A priceless expression flashes across as her face as she ponders who to go to first – almost as priceless as the guys’ evident anticipation.

  Finally, Mac makes her decision and lifts her arms in the air. “Me up, Fi Fi!”

  Finn wins this round, causing a devastating smile to break out across his handsome face.

  After some well-earned bragging from Finn, the gang gives kisses and tickles to Mac before Finn whisks her over to her little pool. Cooper and Austin trail after them as Bas and Chris head over to get the grill started with Jenna. Jackson and Beck sit with Brittany and me to enjoy the sunny afternoon.

  ~

  The afternoon passed quickly, filled with food, games, fun, and laughter.

  Throughout the day, Bas, Austin, and Finn find plenty of opportunities to touch me. Whenever one of the trio nears me, they brush against me in passing, place a hand on my back, or caress whatever bare skin is accessible, and I admit the constant contact has my body revved high.

  After dinner, the guys decided to get a fire going in the pit for s'mores. Throughout the day, the guys doted over Mac and treated her like a princess. She never lacked for attention. S'more making proved to be more of the same. The guys practically tripped over their own feet to tend to her every need.

  As the sun begins to set, Jenna announces, “I’m going to take Mac in to get cleaned up and put her to bed. You guys hang out and have fun. There’s plenty of room for all of you if you drink too much and can’t drive. Savannah, if you decide to leave, Mac can stay here and you can come grab her tomorrow.”

  With goodnights said, Jenna heads inside with Mac and we all settle in around the fire with beers in hand. Chris and Bas tend to the fire and throw a few more logs on while Brittany runs and grabs a couple of throw blankets for the two of us for added warmth against the cool evening. Most of the guys pull on hoodies and jackets as well. Despite the warm afternoon, the second the sun went down, the temperatures plummeted.

  Not missing the opportunity to be close, Austin settles in closely on my right side with Brittany sitting on my left. As I shift the blanket over my lap, Austin shifts even closer until his entire side is pressed against mine and his sneaky hand finds its way under the blanket to my bare thigh.

  Brittany clears her throat grabbing my attention. When I peek over, her eyebrows raise in question, and she subtly nods her head in Austin’s direction. Speechless, I roll my eyes. A knowing smirk appears on her lips as she turns back towards the fire. Obviously, she has witnessed their not so subtle gestures throughout the day.

  “Let’s play a game of truth,” Austin suggests when we all get settled. “You know, like truth or dare with no dares. A little get to know each other session.”

  Chris glares at Austin. “Dude, are you a chick? What the fuck? Are you twelve?” At the sound of Brittany’s huff, Chris turns to her and says, “Don’t you start, munchkin. There’s no reason a man in his late twenties should be suggesting a game teenage girls play at slumber parties.”

  I peek over at Brittany and shrug my shoulders. “I’m in.”

  Brittany nods. “Me, too. Sounds like fun.”

  “Okay, me first,” Austin says with excitement. Bouncing in his seat and clapping his hand, he does resemble a teenage girl at the moment. When he catches my eye, he gives me a smirk and wink to let me know he’s fucking with Chris.

  “Who do I pick? Hmmm,” Austin says a little too cheerily.

  Knowing him, secrets will be revealed and embarrassing moments will be shared. I sit back and brace myself for a wild ride.

  “Beck,” he continues. “How did you really wreck your truck during basic training? Something about your story never quite added up.”

  “Fuck,” Beck growls under his breath. “You’re a jackass, Austin. If you must know, I swerved to keep from hitting a baby bunny hopping across the road. When I hit the gravel on the shoulder, my tires spun out, causing me to end up in the ditch.”

  Laughing hysterically, Jackson decides to join the conversation. “No fucking way. I knew something didn’t add up. It was a sunny day and there wasn’t a crossroad or driveway in sight. I found your story hard to believe when I picked you up.”

  “Whatever,” Beck grumbles, obviously not as amused as the rest of us. “I guess I get to pick next. Bas, you’re up.” At this, Bas narrows his eyes in Beck’s direction. “Back in basic, I caught you with a picture and you were upset. You blew me off when I asked if everything was okay and you quickly tucked it away. What was the picture of?”

  “I’m not embarrassed,” Bas says with no emotion. “The picture was of my dog. I raised him from a puppy and I was a little homesick.”

  “Awe, how sweet,” Brittany coos. “What was the dog’s name?”

  “Goliath,” Bas answers in a matter of fact manner.

  “And what type of dog was he?” The twinkle in Beck’s eye means he knows more than he lets on.

  I bet he saw the photo, the big ass. Things are getting good.

  “It doesn’t matter.” Bas avoids the question. “He passed away a few years ago.”

  “I bet he was a pretty large dog,” I say, playing along.

  Bas mumbles under his breath, but I most definitely caught it.

  “What did you say, Bas?” I smirk, trying to get him to repeat himself for the others’ benefit. “Did you say Pom-Chi, or did I mishear you?”

  The rest of the group sits on the edges of their seats, resisting the urge to laugh.

  “Yes, damn it,” Bas growls. “Pom-Chi. Goliath was a five pound Pom-Chi.”

  Immediately, I burst into laughter, tears rolling down my face. I can’t reply because I am unable to catch my breath, and I’m not the only one. Big, bad Bas owned a tiny fur ball of a dog – if it can even be called a dog. I can’t make this shit up. Classic.

  “Whatever.” Bas huffs. “My turn. Savannah, when and how did you lose your virginity?”

  Brittany snickers next to me. “Best story ever. Be prepared guys. You want to catch every word of this. Trust me.”

  “Brit, it’s not that good.” I disagree with her.

  Perhaps I can skim over some of the finer details. The guys won’t know any different.

  But then Brittany tells me, “Don’t leave any details out.”

  I won’t be able to give them the condensed version, but I’ll try. Bas and Finn shift their chairs closer, while Austin presses himself back against my side, giving me their rapt attention as I launch into this totally mortifying story.

  “I lost my virginity at nineteen during my freshman year of college. At this point I wanted to get it over with, you know? Growing up in a smaller community, gossip ran rampant. Everyone knew everyone’s business. I didn’t want to risk the judgment of my parents. Once I got to college, I spread my wings, and according to my parents, went a little wild. Like I said, I wanted to get it over with. I didn’t want a relationship, so one night I decided to find the first willing guy and go for it.”

  “That wasn’t a safe idea, Savannah,” Finn cuts in. “How did you know you weren’t going to hook up with some psycho?”

  “I’m getting there.” I hold up a finger indicating he should wait. “Anyway, I informed Brittany of my plan and she agreed to come along to help me pick the guy. She knew of a house party happening. Some friends of hers in the engineering department hosted it. What could be more harmless than a nerdy, engineering major, right?”

  “Savannah,” Brittany scoffs. “Stop stalling and get to the good parts.”

  Rolling my eyes, I continue. “Fine. We get to the party and I decide I need some liquid courage to calm my nerves. After a few drinks, I found the lucky guy. He was sweet and painfully shy. He acted like he won the lottery when I started flirting with him. I believed I scored in finding someone who would be gentle with me. This wouldn’t be too bad. By this point, I was pretty lit and dragged him into one of the bedrooms. We did the deed and end of story.”

/>   “Nope, girlie,” Brittany protests. “You skipped over the best part. Now tell the class what happened in the room.”

  “You’re a bitch, Brit. You know that, right?” I respond, irritated, then blow her kiss. “It was a nightmare. Worst night of my life. Apparently, he was a virgin, too. He fumbled with the condom trying to put it on. After he wrestled it out of the package, it flew out of his hand and hit me in the face. That’s when I knew I was in trouble. Once he finally got one on, I assumed smooth sailing from this point, right? Perhaps nerves got the best of him. Nope. It only got worse when he proceeded to try to stick his dick in my ass. The dude had no clue what he was doing. None. When he finally got it in the right place and pushed all the way in, he blew, and it ended. The only positive - I accomplished my mission of losing my virginity.”

  At the conclusion of my story, Bas and Chris stare at me with eyes huge and mouths open. Austin, Cooper, and Beck, on the other hand, sound like a pack of hyenas, laughing so hard. The rest of the group, including Brittany, laugh silently with their heads lowered.

  All of a sudden, Austin’s chair tips backward with him in it taking me with him. Still laughing at my story like the jackass he is, he wipes tears from his face. “Oh, my God! I’m dying. That was the best ever.”

  His antics cause my own laughter to bubble up in my throat as I lay on top of him in the grass. When I try to roll off and get situated, Austin’s hands firmly grab my hips, and his lips press a kiss under my ear. Then, he releases me to get up.

  After everyone composes themselves, our game continues when I choose Brittany in retaliation. Each story brings more and more laughter while each person chosen gets the opportunity to reveal and relive the most embarrassing details in their lives.

  As the group disperses for the evening, Jackson and Beck approach me. “Walk us to the car,” Jackson requests, and before a response leaves my lips, they turn and quietly head toward the gate to the front yard.

  Without any other choice, I follow the pair until we reach their car.