“Tim, wait,” I said in desperation. “You haven’t lost me.”
“No. Maybe I deserve to be alone. Maybe being alone will teach me to appreciate what I have, when I have it, and not just when I lose it.”
Suddenly, Nathan passed me and put his arm on Tim’s.
“Nobody deserves to be alone Tim,” he spoke, gently caressing his arm.
Tim gripped Nathan’s arm tightly. “Don’t give me that false sympathy!”
“It isn’t false,” Nathan said, raising his hands in defense.
“Well, just listen, Nathan,” Tim spoke. “You’d better take good care of her, you hear me?”
I moved between Nathan and Tim once more, worried that another fight might break out.
“Well…” Nathan proposed suddenly, “what if we both take care of her?”
I looked up at Tim, at first, he seemed to be confused but then began to smile broadly. So did Nathan.
“Would you like that?” Tim asked, looking me up and down.
I finally started to realize what these two were talking about. My pussy began to swell with heat, as the boys each grabbed my arms.
“I think I’d fucking love it,” I grinned with relief. Things were taking a very unexpected turn that got me excited.
Before I could say anything else, Tim and Nathan lifted me up onto the table, pinning me down onto my back and spreading my legs wide open. I smiled broadly as they began tearing at my clothes, roughly pulling my top over my head. In seconds, I was completely exposed, lying flat on my back in the classroom.
Tim moved to one side of the table, and I reached up with my right hand, feeling the bulge in his trousers growing. Nathan ran his hands down the inside of my thighs, my pussy ached with longing, but I knew he’d tease me first.
I unbuckled Tim’s belt freeing his hard cock and taking it into my mouth. Sucking noisily as he groaned with pleasure. I could feel Nathan inserting his finger inside my pussy, then pulling it out and using the wetness to rub my clit. Tim withdrew his cock from my mouth; I looked up to see him grinning at Nathan.
“Make her taste herself,” he said.
Nathan pushed his fingers deep inside me, then pulled them free and forced them into my mouth. I sucked the wetness from his fingers with delight, before gripping Tim’s cock once more, pulling him closer and tonguing at his balls.
Nathan’s face disappeared between my thighs, as he began to tongue my clit. Starting softly, his licks became stronger as ripples of pleasure coursed through my body.
Tim removed his belt entirely, buckling it around my neck and ordering me to get on all fours. The leather pinched my skin lightly, as I obliged; turning around and raising my ass in the air. With the belt buckled tightly around my neck, Tim slid his cock into my mouth, moaning with pleasure as I took more and more of his hard shaft into my throat. I spread my legs as far as the edges of the table would allow, exposing myself entirely to Nathan, begging him to fuck me deeply.
Slowly, Nathan rubbed the tip of his cock against my clit, then - gripping my hips - gently moving his erected manhood around the opening of my pussy. I pushed my ass back against him, imploring him to fuck me as Tim pleasurably moaned from my blowjob.
At once, Nathan pushed his cock deep into my pussy. Waves of ecstasy ran through me as Nathan and Tim pushed my body back and forth, fucking my throat and vagina simultaneously. Nathan’s thrusts became harder and deeper, as my pussy exploded with pleasure, squeezing his cock tightly as my legs began to buckle.
The belt tightened around my neck, “Get on the floor.” Tim ordered.
I happily obliged and climbed down from the table, my legs still quivering.
I laid on my back, as Nathan squatted over my face and Tim pinned my legs back, handing the belt to Nathan.
Tim gripped my arms, pinning them down and forcing my legs back, sliding his cock deep in my pussy. My hungry mouth opened as Nathan began to fuck me in the throat.
Tasting my own wetness on Nathan’s cock as Tim fucked me deeply made my pussy explode once more. I could feel my own wetness dripping out of my delicate parts and onto the floor below.
As Nathan’s breathing became heavier, and his thrusts stronger, I could tell he was close to orgasm. His cock began to throb, as he withdrew it from my mouth, shooting cum all over my face and tits. Tim - spurred on by this - began to thrust harder and faster. Taking the belt from Nathan’s grip, he withdrew his cock from my pussy, pulled the belt, forcing me to sit up. Cum spewed from his cock, soaking my face, intermingling with Nathan’s, as it ran down my neck and breasts.
I collapsed on the floor of the classroom, panting heavily. Looking up at Nathan and Tim; who stared down at me, grinning and panting lightly. They looked at one another smiling.
“Well,” Tim grinned at Nathan, “I’ll take that over a fight any day.”
We all burst into a joyful laughter. Maybe this was just what we needed after all.
THE END
The Neighbor
Chapter 1
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” Gemma moaned, her fingers gripping the lip of the table. She eyed the bowl of odds and ends in front of her, but couldn’t see her car keys. Chewing her lip, she tipped the bowl over, spreading its contents across the dark wood of the table. “Honey, have you seen my keys? I can’t find them anywhere!” Momentarily distracted, she picked out several gum wrappers from the collection of house keys, dead batteries, and hair clips, and threw them in the garbage bin next to the table. She wrinkled her nose. She just didn’t understand how Brandon could chew cinnamon-flavored gum. She hated the stuff.
“Honey? Brandon?” she called up the hall.
“You mean these keys?” her husband stuck his head through the kitchen doorway, dangling a palm tree-shaped keychain from one hand.
“Oh, thank Christ!” Gemma lunged for the keys, giving Brandon a quick kiss on the cheek. “Where did you find them?” she asked, shrugging on her favorite navy blue coat.
“Where you left them on the kitchen counter,” he replied. “I don’t know how you can lose something as gaudy as that keychain.”
Gemma paused in her preparations, looking down at the keys in her hand. “I thought it would help me keep track of them,” she admitted.
“Maybe if it had a LED blinker?” Brandon joked. “Or a GPS tracking chip?”
“Haha, you’re hilarious.” Gemma rolled her eyes as she started quickly cleaning up the junk she’d spilled on the table.
“Don’t worry about that,” said Brandon. “I’ve got it. You get to your meeting.”
“Oh, thank you.” She picked up her briefcase. “I’ll see you for dinner?”
“I hope so,” Brandon replied.
“Me too!”
Gemma was halfway down the front steps when Brandon called her back.
“What? What?”
He stood in the doorway, holding the palm tree keychain she’d already forgotten again on the hallway table. “Don’t forget your keys, sweetheart.”
Gemma groaned and, grabbing the keys, dashed to her car.
Brandon swept the debris back into the decorative glass bowl with one hand and set it on the table. He caught sight of himself in the mirror on the wall above it and he pushed his sandy hair off his forehead with one hand, shaking his head with a rueful smile. Gemma never could get out the door on time, no matter how high up the corporate ladder she climbed. At least her bosses had always known that her management skills were worth waiting for.
Fishing his own car keys out of the bowl, Brandon picked up his leather satchel but left his coat behind. Summer had arrived weeks ago and only Gemma considered the sunny July days to be jacket weather. Locking the front door behind him, Brandon went out to his car. Luckily for Gemma, he didn’t start work until an hour later, he still had time to grab a coffee on the way in.
***
The first thing Gemma did that night was kick off her tall black heels. She hadn’t even closed the front door when the first one landed sideways
on the rug. “Oof,” she said to no one in particular.
She set down a pile of folders on the hallway table, next to the glass bowl that had caused her so much trouble this morning, and reached down to tug her other shoe off. She hung up her coat and pushed the heels into the closet after it with her toes.
She was halfway through gathering up her things when she paused. Putting down the stack of folders she’d been attempting to pick up with one arm, she opened the closet again. After a moment of rummaging, she pulled her car keys out of her coat pocket and carefully placed them in the glass bowl. That done, she scooped up her things and maneuvered her way down the front hall and into the living room. Dumping the folders onto the coffee table, she pulled a notebook out of her briefcase and balanced it on top of the files.
As the tiny computer whirred to life, she went into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. She sipped the Malbec slowly, looking out the kitchen’s bay windows at their backyard. July in Indianapolis was hot, and the hedges that separated their yard from the neighbors’ were getting a bit crispy around the edges. But the clematis that Brandon had planted when they first bought the house didn’t seem to mind the heat, and its star-shaped purple flowers covered the patio trellis in a rustling wave. The flowering vine was Gemma’s favorite part of their backyard. Not only was it pretty, but it reminded Gemma of their marriage’s early years when they’d had time for things like gardening…or each other.
Gemma took a step back from the window and considered her reflection in the glass. She looked every inch the successful businesswoman. Her red hair was sleek, worn back in an elegant French twist, her cream-colored skirt and jacket ensemble was tailored to her slender frame and the nearly-empty wine glass she held had been imported from Italy. Gemma made a face at herself. Her life was good, but still, she missed those earlier years. They didn’t work as much then and, when Brandon got home, she would meet him in the hall. Half their clothes would already be gone by the time they made it -- if they made it -- to the bedroom.
With a sigh, Gemma drained her wine glass and set it down on the granite countertop of the island, next to a bowl of oranges and Brandon’s favorite sourdough bread. She considered the oranges, her mauve nails resting on the rim of the wooden bowl. But she shook her head and went back to the living room empty handed; it would be impossible to keep the juice off her clothes.
She slung her suit jacket over the back of the couch and herself onto its cushions. Gently undoing her updo, she propped her head on the pillowed armrest and gave her scalp a quick massage. Her brief moment of relaxation over, she lay back and drew the coffee table closer so that she could reach the files without sitting up. Pulling the notebook onto her stomach, she sighed. She had a long night ahead of her.
Even though he’d said he’d be back for dinner, when Brandon texted her an hour later to tell her that the meeting with the Chinese investors was running late and to eat without him, Gemma wasn’t surprised. With these prominent new investors coming on board, everyone in Brandon’s office was working even more hours than usual.
She sat up, shoving her notebook back onto the coffee table. Rolling her neck and shoulders, she scrolled through her contact list looking for her favorite Thai delivery place. As the phone rang on the other end, she looked around at the mess of papers on her table and sighed again. These days it felt like she spent more time with her paperwork than she did with her husband.
***
Gemma was sleeping when Brandon came to bed. Because she had to be at the office so early, it wasn’t unusual for her to already be asleep by the time he got home. Their out-of-sync schedules only made it harder for them to find time together.
“Hey,” she said groggily, as he sat down on his side of the bed, wearily unbuttoning his shirt. “How did the meeting go?” Her voice was scratchy from sleep.
“Hey there, sweetie,” he replied. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“Don’t worry,” she rolled over to get a better look at him.
“The meeting was fine. The translator was a gem, unlike the last one. It just took forever. So many details to hammer out.”
“Maria from spin class thinks you’re having an affair,” Gemma told him with a smile.
Brandon snorted. “I wish,” he replied. “I’d have so much more time and energy for you if that was the case.”
Gemma smiled. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m busy too.”
Brandon slid under the covers, resting his head on her shoulder. “When this new deal is signed we’re going to Bali. I swear to God.”
“That’s what you said last deal,” said Gemma. “But then I had that merger…”
“This time, it’s happening. We’ve been talking about it for two years. Besides, we could do with a change of scenery. Not to mention some alone time. I can’t remember the last time I saw you naked. And that’s a tragedy if I ever heard one.”
Gemma chuckled. “Okay,” she said, “this time it’s happening.”
“You betcha it is,” said Brandon, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Good night, sweetheart.” And, with that, he turned over and went to sleep.
“Good night,” said Gemma. She rolled onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. What Brandon had said had got her thinking. It used to be that they couldn’t get near a horizontal surface without ripping each other’s clothes off. Now they went to bed with a chaste kiss and a little shop talk or, if it was the weekend, an episode of whatever TV show they were watching. Gemma looked over at Brandon and sighed. Even if she’d felt like it, she was too tired for sex tonight. She turned onto her side, pressing her back to Brandon’s, and went to sleep.
Chapter 2
Saturday morning arrived bright and sunny, promising a perfect summer weekend. As always, Gemma was up early, too used to her Monday to Friday routine to sleep in. She slipped on her running clothes and pulled her hair up into a high ponytail. She loved her Saturday morning runs as much as Brandon loved sleeping in. Like him, the rest of the neighborhood wasn’t awake yet, and she felt like she had the whole world to herself.
This Saturday, however, things were different. The house next door had been for sale for months but, suddenly, it looked like Gemma and Brandon were getting new neighbors. The movers had parked their van half out of the driveway, blocking the sidewalk -- and Gemma’s way. She frowned. It wasn’t really an inconvenience, but it put a damper on her mood. These runs were her alone time. The whole point was not to have other people in her space.
Walking around the front of the moving van, she indulged her curiosity and stopped to take a look at the furniture being moved in. Unfortunately, all there was to see at the moment were some stacked cardboard boxes. Just as she was about to give up and move on, a dark-haired man about her age came out of the house. His tortoiseshell glasses and name brand, tight-fitting black jeans made him an unlikely candidate for a mover. He caught sight of Gemma and grinned, waving. “Hey!” he called, crossing the lawn toward her. “Are you my new neighbor?”
“Um, I guess so,” Gemma replied, suddenly feeling self-conscious about being caught in her gym clothes. Most of their neighbors were new families or retirees, not handsome young men.
“I’m Matt,” said the man, stopping in front of her, his hand already out.
“Gemma,” said Gemma with a smile. Something in her stomach flip-flopped unexpectedly. She was surprised. Matt was very good-looking, but he was definitely not her usual style. Unlike Brandon, he was slender and dark, with a short, well-groomed beard and a slightly goofy smile. “We just live next door,” she said.
“Lucky me,” said Matt. “You and your husband?”
“Yes, my husband Brandon. We’ve lived here for almost seven years now.” Gemma laughed, thinking about it. “Jeez, time flies, huh? What brings you to the neighborhood?”
“Work, actually. Head office flew me out here to set up a new branch. They always rent me a place, even if I’m only ever there for a month or so.”
“Th
at’s nice of them,” said Gemma. “But I bet your family misses you.”
“Nah,” said Matt with a shrug. “I don’t have one. I’m all on my lonesome. But who knows! Maybe I’ll meet someone here. Gotta keep an open mind.”
Gemma laughed. “I’ll let you know if any of my friends are looking.”
“Ha, would you? I’d owe you one. Tell them I make excellent Italian food.”
“So you can boil pasta?” Gemma clarified with a mischievous grin.
Matt laughed. “Heard that one before, have you? Fair enough. But I promise I always buy the fanciest premade sauce I can find. You know, one of the roasted garlic and 17 unpronounceable kinds of cheese.”
Gemma chuckled. “I’ll let my friends know.”
“Thanks,” he grinned his goofy grin again. “But, hey, sorry, don’t let me keep you. I didn’t mean to hijack your run.”
“Don’t worry,” said Gemma, “it was nice to meet you.” She paused, considering him. “You should come over for dinner tonight. I mean, if you’re not busy. Brandon’s planning on getting some steaks for the barbecue.”
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