“Wait Hugh!” cried Marceline. Her sweet, caring voice sobered me up a little. I wanted to impress this woman, not act like a drunken idiot around her! After all that had happened, she still managed to affect me deeply. I rubbed my eyes, trying to pull myself together. “It isn’t… we didn’t…”
“We didn’t think you would ever want to see us again,” Guy finally finished, filling me with an unwanted clarity.
He was right. I had kicked them out, I had yelled. I had been a dick that morning. There was no denying it, this was on me.
As I flicked my eyes between them I realized how stupid I’d been. I’d been so concerned with what other people would think, that I hadn’t even considered my own feelings.
I didn’t want to lose Marceline. I didn’t want to lose Guy either.
“I’m sorry I…” I slumped down at the table beside them, dangerously close to tears. Deep down I knew what I wanted, but I was too afraid to admit it out loud – even to the two people that I knew would understand.
As my head fell into my hands, I felt Marceline’s warm fingers against my skin, and I looked up to meet her eyes. She was so cute, so sexy; all I wanted to do was kiss her.
“We would have invited you; of course we would… if we’d thought you’d want to come,” said Marceline.
Her meaning was loaded, and even in my less-than-pleasant state I could see that. I knew what she offering. She liked us both, and she was giving us another opportunity to be with her. She was giving me the chance to redeem myself.
And then she started to trail her fingers along my lips – even though Guy was watching – and I suddenly knew where the night was headed.
It was the calmest I’d felt in a very long time.
*****
Guy
My erection strained painfully against my jeans as I watched Marceline kiss Hugh. I was slightly aware that people were around us watching, that we were in a public place. But I really didn’t care.
“Come on,” I growled lustfully, leaning in towards them both. “Let’s go back to my place.”
I waited with baited breath for them both to stand up. I’d half expected my demand to be too much for Hugh, I thought he might reject us once more, but much to my relief I saw lust in his eyes.
He wanted this again. We all did.
We stepped outside the bar, happy to be leaving the public behind. The entire time, Marceline’s hands entwined with us both, no longer caring who saw. As we got into my limousine, there was a thick sexual tension in the air, which my driver must have been able to sense because he shut the partition quickly, giving us the privacy that we needed.
As the car vibrated along the road, Hugh and I took the opportunity to explore Marceline’s body once more, working her up into a real frenzy. She writhed, and cried out and buckled under our touch, as we brought her to the brink of orgasm and back over and over again, and I knew that we were in for one hell of a night.
This date had gone better than I’d even expected. I’d hoped that Marceline would give me another shot, but to learn that we were going to get Hugh again too – that was just mind blowing! I was more excited about his presence than I ever thought I would be.
As the car pulled up outside my home, we staggered up the long driveway, and made it through the front door in a haze of lust, like horny teenagers about to lose their virginities. There was a deep thrill between us all, a feeling that I knew would connect us all forever. I’d had sex before – a lot – but it had never made me feel like this, and I was certain that the others felt the same.
I wasn’t a prude either, I’d experimented before – spanking, bondage, positions… but this was my first threesome, and I felt like it had changed me, opened up a whole new world to me – one that I wanted to get to know a whole lot better!
We stripped each other in a similar, frantic fashion and soon I found myself surrounded by flesh everywhere, and happier than I’d ever been before.
I watched Marceline’s hands get tangled up in Hugh’s hair as they kissed with a fiery passion, and I stroked my throbbing cock, just taking a second to enjoy the moment. Just watching, waiting, letting the anticipation build.
He pulled her backwards until he was sitting on one of my dining room chairs with her on top of him, just teasing her entrance as his hands explored her body. As he reached her breasts, I realized that I needed to get involved now, before I exploded, so I stepped closer, rubbing the small of her back with one hand, and angling her so that I could feel her hot, wet center with the other.
She gasped, and Hugh seemed to lose control. I watched him grip hold of his length, before pushing it inside of her, causing her to toss her head back with pleasure.
I stood to the side of her, holding myself too, and she happily wrapped her lips hungrily around me, sending pleasure rocking through my entire body.
But this wasn’t how it was going to go. I’d waited too long to be with her again and I was going to get the full experience, so after a few moments, I pulled her in for a deep kiss, teasing her off of Hugh. She fell to her knees with a thud, and angled her mouth towards his cock, giving me a really great, pornographic-style view as I knelt behind her to thrust inside of her.
I could hear her moaning with pleasure as I took her hard and fast, and it wasn’t long before we were all experiencing explosive orgasms once more.
As we all sat there, panting and breathless as if the wind had been knocked from us, I couldn’t help but wonder where all of this was going to lead.
*****
Epilogue
Marceline
The months passed quickly, and I found myself still dating both Hugh and Guy. An arrangement which we were all – surprisingly – incredibly happy with.
After that second night of passion, we all realized that there was no point in trying to deny our feelings for one another anymore – it just ended up with us all hurting – so we had a frank, open and honest discussion about what we all wanted.
And we all wanted to continue.
Of course, some ground rules had to be set out so that we were all happy, and all getting something from it, but after a few bumps in the road, we’d finally gotten to a place where all was well.
Better than well actually – it was totally amazing!
Sometimes I went out with Guy, sometimes Hugh; sometimes it was all three of us. Those were the nights that I liked best – these men were brilliant alone, but there was something about the feeling I got from having both of them to talk to, to make me laugh, to make me feel sexy… it was just on another level entirely!
Our relationship wasn’t something that we discussed openly – we didn’t want other people’s judgments and opinions to hurt us – but we didn’t lie if people asked us, either.
The only person that I had told was Nikki, and she had been endlessly supportive of me. She was glad that I was happy, and wasn’t bothered how I got there.
I was pretty sure that this was an arrangement that couldn’t last forever, but as long as we were all happy right now, and no one was getting hurt, we were all content to continue. I didn’t like to think too hard about the future – as long as the present was good, that was fine by me!
And without all of the hurt and the sadness that came from the confusion, my studies had resumed, better than ever. I found that when I was secure in my relationship with Hugh and Guy, I could concentrate much better, which made my life a whole lot easier!
Hugh smiled at me and Guy over the table in the restaurant where we were eating a meal together. “Let’s go back to my place.”
And the flutter of excitement burst inside me again as I grinned happily back.
Knowing that I was in for another night of mind blowing fun was a phenomenal feeling that put me on top of the world. I wondered if I would ever get bored of the thrilling anticipation that came from being able to turn on two such gorgeous men.
I hoped that I’d never have to find out!
THE END
Bonus Story
19 of 40
Stormy Love
Prologue
Lizzy walked into the jewelry boutique to cheer herself up. She was going to have to speak to her mother later and that was always a horrible situation. So she figured buying a nice bracelet would lift her spirits. The owner knew her from a month back, the last time she had to speak to her mother.
“Hello, Miss Storm, it is good of you to return. Is there anything I can help you with, a problem with your last purchase?” The salesman asked. She had to search her memory for his name. She smiled.
“I am immensely satisfied with my last purchase, Reginald, and I was wanting to purchase another. I feel the need for a second bracelet,” she told him. He was pleased she remembered his name. Reginald was an older man, stout with grey hair and a three-thousand-dollar suit.
“Well, Miss Storm we have some wonderful new pieces over here you may be interested in. I am happy you enjoy your first purchase with us,” Reginald pulled out a velvet tray of bracelets she was interested in looking at from the many under the glass counter. Then he looked up as another customer came through the door. Lizzy smiled.
“Go see what he needs, Reginald, I am going to be a minute looking at these,” she told him taking off her coat and setting it with her purse on the counter.
He smiled and moved off greeting the new customer. Lizzy looked over the beautiful pieces. She wanted to buy them all, but despite her trust fund she did not like indulging herself that much. One expensive bracelet would work for today. There was a loose silver chain bracelet with amethysts set all around the metal. She shook her head. She was hard on anything with a clasp. Then she looked at a solid, wide bracelet that would slide over her wrist, but was snug enough to not fall off. It was also silver set with two emeralds and a ruby between them. They were good sized stones too. Wearing it, she raised it up and held it in front of her, looking in the mirror. It fit and looked good. As good as her previous purchase that was on her other wrist. Lizzy had a thing for emeralds and rubies so she decided that she would get that one. It matched her dark red hair and bright green eyes.
She saw in the mirror that Reginald was helping a tall man looking at watches. Actually, Reginald was explaining the watch and the man was looking at her. He saw her see him in the mirror and smiled slightly before returning his attention to Reginald. She realized she recognized him from somewhere, she just could not remember where. Boy, was he tall, though, easily six and a half feet, if not more. Making him over a foot taller than she was. Well-proportioned though, and he also had red hair. His clothes looked designer made. Hmm. Nice looking guy in a jewelry store. She wondered if it would be worth the effort to say hello. He glanced over and saw her checking him out and his smile widened. It was her turn to focus her attention back to the jewelry, embarrassed.
Despite what her parents thought, she was not a slut. She did occasional like to have a good time and human contact was important, she believed. She heard the bell on the door ring and as she looked up a voice called out.
“All right everyone, stay where you are!” She saw four men file in wearing ski masks and dark clothes. Her first thought was, how cliché. Then she jumped when she saw they all had big guns. Lizzy put her hands up quietly as did the tall man. Reginald came around from behind the counter.
“What do you think you are doing? You just can’t walk in here and expect—” he was interrupted as one of the gunmen pistol-whipped him and he went down. Lizzy cried out and moved towards Reginald. She could see blood where he slumped on the floor next to the tall man who was bending to the fallen store owner.
“Hold it lady. Forget about him, worry about yourself,” The biggest gunmen said to her with a Midwest accent. She kept moving.
“He is injured and needs help,” she told him softly. The big man grabbed her arm and swung at her, she sidestepped with old practice at avoiding someone swinging at her face, so his punch landed on her shoulder. She gasped and staggered. The guy was strong! Using his grip on her arm he spun her around. She heard someone shout not to hurt her as she flew into the jewelry case she had been looking at moments before. Lizzy had brought her arm up as she was thrown and as she was slammed over the case her forearm shattered the glass and she cried out, in pain this time. He jerked her up by the hair and as she was spun around she saw the tall man with a gun to his temple frozen in a half crouch next to Reginald. She caught his eyes and she could see the regret that he couldn’t do anything for her. There was a struggle showing clearly on his face. He was on the edge of doing something stupid.
“You need a lesson in how to keep to your place!” The big gunman shouted in her face and then punched her in the stomach. She bent over gasping and gagging then her leg was kicked out from under her. She rolled into a ball with her back against the counter in case he was going to start kicking her more, cradling her slashed right arm. She received a kick in the leg and held back her cry of pain, waiting for the next one.
“Come on man, time for us to go before the cops come!” She felt another kick in the leg and held back a scream of pain, tears beginning to run down her cheeks. She did not want to give him the satisfaction.
“The authorities are on their way. I triggered the alarm when you walked in,” she heard Reginald’s voice. He sounded weak. Lizzy slowly uncurled painfully and saw the three of the four men gathering up last handfuls of jewelry before heading out the door. The fourth man waited until they were at the door before he removed his gun from the back of the tall man’s neck. She heard him say, “Sorry man,” as he backed away and then went out the door. Lizzy straitened herself up against the counter and tried to slowly straiten the leg he had kicked. He had connected with the side of her knee and she gasped as she straightened it out. That was going to hurt even more in the morning.,
*****
“Look mom, you know I am recording this for posterity don’t you?” Lizzy asked her mother over the phone, rubbing her temple. She looked around her condo. Police report on the table, her arm wrapped and her leg in a brace. Her wounds were throbbing, but after the initial painkillers the doctors had given her she refused anymore. She did not trust pills.
“I don’t care Elizabeth Ann Storm you have no right to do this to us,” her mother told her harshly.
“This isn’t what I wanted to talk to you about…”
“I don’t care!” She interrupted Lizzy. “You cannot treat us this way, it is our money and you just can’t do this!”
“According to the contract Dad made us all sign, I can. As long as I am currently enrolled in school, and working towards my degree it is my money. I am enrolled and almost done with my degree. I will be happily graduating from NYU next year and I will never have to deal with you people again!” Lizzy finished and then internally cursed herself. She had sworn she would not get herself sucked into this conversation again.
“After everything we have done for you!” Her mom continued. That did it.
“Do you mean being knocked around by you and Dad? Or is it being called a slut and whore from puberty when I developed early? That was so helpful!” She said to her mother.
“That was to teach you Elizabeth. We had to teach you!” She told her sadly.
“Forget it Mom. If you are trying to show compassion, I am not buying it. Now let’s stop this and let me tell you why I needed to call, it was courtesy call really,” she told her trying to get control of the conversation again. She had attended enough therapy that she should not allow herself to get dragged into this again. Her mom remained silent for a change.
“Okay then, today or tomorrow you will be getting a certified letter stating my intentions. It is a no contact order and restraining order preventing you from coming near me or talking to me. Any and all contact from this call forward will go through my lawyer, not yours. His number will be on the forms. Goodbye Mom,” she finished and hung up. Then she shut off her phone.
“Now I can have a drink,” she said to herself out loud.
Lizzy levered herself u
p and with a cane hobbled over to the bar to pour a weak spiced rum and coke. She took a sip and sighed, feeling the tension from the conversation draining out of her. Her arm and leg stopped throbbing so bad too.
It was done, she told herself. The restraining order had been overkill; her parents had never left the tri-county area of Kansas she grew up in their whole lives. She had felt it necessary to make her point though. Her dad was going to flip. She was glad that prospect did not bring her joy, Lizzy did not need that level of hatred. She had managed to lose those horrible feelings and wanted to live a life of her own, happy and stress free. Now she just had to avoid being beat up in a robbery. Then she remembered a final thing she had to do.
Lizzy got on her smart phone and brought up the phone call recording and sent it to her lawyer with a message explaining the call. Then she sent it to her e-mail. Going to her computer she brought it up, saved it to a thumb drive and wiped it from her computer. She did not really think she was any danger of being robbed for it, but she had been warned to take all precautions, just in case. She locked it in her safe with a few legal papers and put it out of her mind. She had a dinner reservation downstairs at her buildings 5-star restaurant, so she finished her drink and went to get cleaned up.
Lizzy checked herself in the mirror in the entrance to Lancers Dining. Not bad, she told herself. A green silk blouse and a black ankle length skirt to hide her knee brace and show off her voluptuous figure, just a little. She had left her wavy red locks free to flow around her shoulders. Just a touch of highlight makeup on her heart shaped face and she was looking good. The maître d’ spotted her with a smile.
“Good evening Miss Storm. It is wonderful to have you back so soon. Would you like a quiet table or one more near the festivities?” He always said that. They had a lively bar for the building residents and he was hoping to get her in there one day. Not today.
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