by Rainey Daye
But on the other hand, Alex and Jess had been committed to each other since their senior year of high school. Yeah, they’d slept with other women, but they never cheated on each other with other men and had lived together and shared a bed for what was it now? Five years? Something like that. Most people expected relationships entered into at such an early age in their maturity process to fizzle and die, but Alex and Jess seemed to be just as strongly committed to each other as they always had been. And they had both chosen her to round out their lives. That was a heady thought. Here were two men who wanted commitment from her. Two men who were willing to give up playing the field in favor of her body only. Two men who were faithful to her. Two men who met her every sexual, emotional, and physical need. Two men who were too good to be true.
And that was the crux of the problem. She realized that she had been waiting for them to get tired of her, thus she had held her heart back to keep it from being broken. She hadn’t expected this relationship to last, and she had hoped deep down that she could continue to consider them her friends when it eventually ended, just like she had remained friendly with all her old boyfriends. Even Troy, her longest relationship to date, had remained her friend after they had broken up.
Maggie frowned as she thought about Troy and remembered that she had imagined seeing him around campus a couple of times. Was she subconsciously sabotaging her current relationships by imagining Troy? Did she really want to go back to “the way things were” rather than exploring “the way things might be”? Was she that afraid or was it simply that her small-town values were so deeply engrained that she couldn’t consider anything else? Had she always thought deep down that after she got her college degree she would return to her hometown, get married and raise babies, her degree gathering dust on a shelf somewhere, never used? Small-town girl goes off to big city to get herself a right education and returns home triumphant and filled with stories about the degradations of the big city?
Oh, hell no! Maggie thought. She had no desire to return home. She had purposefully applied to every big-city college as far away from home as she could get for the simple reason of escaping! Sure, she wanted to retain her small-town values, or at least the worthwhile ones, but she didn’t want to live in a small town all her life. She wanted to see the world and experience it. She wanted to live her life to the fullest and not feel held back by a small-town society with their small-town attitudes and nurse bitter regrets about what could have been when she was older.
Okay, then, she had no intention of returning home except for very brief visits. The six weeks she had spent back home this past summer had been the longest six weeks of her life, and she had no desire to repeat that excruciating experience. So, knowing and accepting this, what was holding her back from completely giving her heart to her lovers?
Maggie chewed on her lower lip as she pondered this question. She briefly considered her relative youth was a factor, but her parents had always said she was uncommonly mature as a child, so her maturity level wasn’t the problem. Or was it? Was she regressing because she had seldom acted young and stupid when she was supposed to be young and stupid? Deep down, did she enter into this unorthodox relationship because she knew it was doomed from the start, so why not have some wild stories to regale her cronies with in her later years?
Argh! Maggie threw herself back down on her bed and clutched her pillow tighter to her belly. If she was regressing, then why was she doing the mature thing and examining her life choices? If she truly was regressing, she would strip off her clothes, go downstairs, and jump the two gorgeous men who were undoubtedly sitting on the couch, drinking beer and watching the news.
Deciding that she would rather work herself into a lather sexually rather than emotionally, she did just that. Well, okay, instead of going downstairs naked, she slipped on the black, see-through baby doll nightie that Jess had bought her as a welcome-home present when she returned from visiting her folks back in August.
Only Alex was sitting on the couch when she got downstairs, but he was sipping on a beer and idly switching back and forth between news stations when she entered the living room. She slipped up behind him and waited until he set the bottle down on the end table before she allowed herself to slide over the back of the large sectional sofa and into his lap.
Alex’s arms immediately enfolded her, and Maggie tipped her head up for a kiss. His mouth tasted of beer and salt, and she probed deeper with her tongue, relaxing into the feel of his hands wandering over her body. She leaned more heavily into him, laying on top of him, and sighed happily when his hands slid over her rump before he pushed up the material of her nightie and roughly kneaded her ass. She spread her legs over his and hissed with pleasure as his fingers stroked her vulva from behind before plunging inside her. Maggie transferred her lips to his throat and began tugging at his T-shirt. She raised herself up off his torso, and Alex obliged her by wordlessly drawing his T-shirt over his head and dropping it onto the floor beside them. He then enclosed her with his arms again and recaptured her lips in a deep, drugging kiss.
Alex rolled her carefully underneath himself and stood up only long enough to strip off his jeans and socks. Maggie opened her arms to him, and he laid himself back down on top of her, kissing her deeply once again before he slid off the couch onto his knees and grasped her hips, pulling her into a semisitting position. He positioned himself between her legs and nudged them wider with his hips while he trailed kisses around to her earlobe where he gently tugged on it with his teeth while he employed his hands in slipping the spaghetti straps of her nightie down her arms. Maggie pulled her arms free of the nightie and let it pool in her lap. She then wrapped her arms around his bare back and ran her fingers up and down his spine in feather-soft touches, causing him to shiver.
With a guttural moan, Alex kissed his way past her collarbone and licked his way around her right breast, working slowly in toward her areola and the puckered nipple that was anxiously awaiting the feel of his mouth. She arched her back as his teeth gently bit into her nipple and closed her legs around his hips, squirming so that his thick erection was rubbing against her clitoris.
Alex obliged by rubbing himself hard against her while he moved his head back and forth between her eager breasts, squeezing and stroking whichever breast wasn’t being ministered to by his mouth. He only let go long enough to reach down and fumble along the floor for his discarded jeans and the condom in his back pocket before he kissed his way down her stomach and pulled her ass to the edge of the couch before he claimed her with his mouth.
Maggie cried out and sank her fingers into his dark, thick hair while Alex’s tongue stabbed deep inside her. He nibbled all around her vulva and flicked her hard little clit with his tongue. He placed his hands under her ass and raised it in the air so that he could tickle her perineum with his tongue before he took her pussy again in a deep, openmouthed kiss.
Maggie clutched at him as she screamed her orgasm, and Alex finally pulled back with a wide smile of male satisfaction before he raised himself up on his knees and rubbed his engorged cock against her. Maggie dug her fingernails into his hips and encouraged him to make haste.
Her head fell back against the couch as Alex shifted his hips and began to press his cock inside her, pulling her closer the deeper he sank. Once he was seated to the hilt, Maggie grasped his biceps with her hands and pulled herself into an upright position so that she could wrap her arms around his back and feel the soft hairs on his pecs tickle the silky skin of her breasts. She sighed in bliss and turned her head toward him, seeking his lips once again. Alex rocked slowly in her as they kissed languidly. Then he pulled back with a determined look and got down to business. Transferring his hands to the small of her back, Alex withdrew halfway and then thrust hard inside her, causing Maggie’s teeth to rattle together. She groaned her approval, and Alex did it again and again.
He then abruptly withdrew from her and stood up. Maggie blinked and then refocused on his condom-sheathed cock b
obbing at eye level. She reached for it, prepared to draw it into her mouth, when Alex grasped her hand and yanked her to her feet. The nightie slid down over her hips and onto the floor. Without a word, he moved her to the side of the couch and turned her around. He then placed his hands on her upper arms and bent her over the arm of the couch until it was resting firmly under her belly and her ass was in the air. Alex kicked her feet wider apart from behind her and then gripped her hips as he sank back into her channel.
Maggie turned her head and briefly stared at the television and the beginnings of a late show coming on before she closed her eyes in bliss and gave herself up to the feel of Alex’s glorious cock completely filling her. “Harder,” she urged him, the first words either of them had spoken.
In response, Alex moved his hands from her hips to the upper part of her outer thighs and pushed her legs together, causing her channel to clutch him tighter. He then transferred his hands to her ass and began to pound into her, his scrotum slapping against her closed thighs in harmony with his forceful thrusts. Maggie tried to raise herself off the couch, and Alex’s hand slapped down on her back and held her firmly in place. He leaned over her and briefly rested his body flush to hers while he ground his hips into her and suckled on her neck before he pulled back again and renewed the power of his thrusts.
Muffling her cries in the couch cushions, her fingers digging deep into them, Maggie climaxed twice before Alex’s body stiffened behind her and his fingers spasmodically clutched her hips as he finally gave in to his own release. He then collapsed heavily on top of her, his sweat coating her back, his breath hard and harsh in her ear while Maggie clenched her nether muscles, determined to keep him inside her as long as possible.
When Alex finally began to soften and slip out of her, he pushed himself off her and peeled off the condom, dropping it onto the hardwood floor for the time being before he pulled Maggie up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her gently while he guided them around the edge of the couch and then sank down onto it, holding her tightly, content to simply hold her for the time being while they both recovered from their romp.
Maggie was the first one to semirecover and asked, “Where’s Jess?” from where she was burrowed into Alex’s side. She was too sated to notice Alex’s slight hesitation before he said that Jess had gone to bed.
Maggie raised herself up on one elbow and looked down at him. “Should we go join him?”
Alex dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder and replied, “Let’s not. I’d rather keep you to myself tonight.”
Maggie smiled as she scooted off Alex and stood up. He felt around in the cushions for the remote and turned off the TV before turning to her. She let out a little shriek of surprise as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her naked up the stairs and to her bedroom where he firmly closed the bedroom door behind them before following her down onto the bed and then proceeded to love her for the rest of the night.
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When Jess got home around one thirty that morning, he quietly dropped his keys on the dining room table and then walked into the living room, flipping on the wall switch and heading for the stairs that would lead him to bed after his stakeout on Troy. He paused for a moment as his eyes took in the scattered clothing on the floor, and then he glanced ceiling-ward in speculation. So Maggie had decided to get physical with them again. Without being told, he knew that he would find his bed empty and that Alex would keep her occupied in her room all night. He briefly considered joining them, claiming that he had woken up to an empty bed, but when he reached the top of the steps and glanced down the hall toward her room, he saw that her door was shut, a silent reminder to keep out.
Shrugging his shoulders and then shrugging them again to work the tension out of his neck, Jess turned around and entered the bedroom he had shared with Alex ever since the two of them had moved here. He closed the door just as firmly behind himself and stripped off his clothes, heading toward the bathroom where he relieved his bladder and then eyed the shower hungrily. Deciding that the multiple jets in the deluxe shower were just what his aching muscles needed, he flipped on the faucets and adjusted the water temperature before stepping inside the marble wonder and moaning in bliss.
Just after Halloween, he had gone to his brother Danny and told him his car had broken down and could he borrow his old one? Since Danny had just gotten a “new” used car, his old clunker had been sitting in their parents’ driveway, waiting for Danny to get around to either finding a buyer or having it hauled to a junkyard. And since their folks were getting tired of it sitting there week after week, Danny gratefully handed over the keys, telling Jess to keep it for as long as he needed it.
He and Alex then proceeded to park it one street over from where Troy parked and then each night they took turns sneaking out to it and sitting behind the wheel with a pair of binoculars around their neck as they watched Troy watch their home. They still weren’t too sure what he was up to, but they had confirmed that he never moved from those two pine trees across the street from them. He had no set schedule, and he seemed to show up at odd hours, sometimes making them wait several hours before he made his appearance. He would usually watch their house for a couple of hours, yet at no noticeable sign he would climb down from the tree and leisurely stroll back to his car. Now that they knew what to look for, they both routinely noticed his car parked in its customary position. Both he and Alex kept a log to try to pin down his movements, but they were erratic and haphazard, as if Troy himself wasn’t quite sure what he was doing.
They had also taken to following him when he left, just to see if he returned to his motel or not. And if not, they carried Maggie’s camera with them in case they needed photographic evidence to use against him. Previously, Troy had always returned to the motel where he was staying, but tonight Jess had hit pay dirt and followed Troy to an old apartment building about thirty minutes south, much nearer the city limits, and in a not-so-nice area of town.
The building had no security to speak of, and Troy had walked right in after parking his car on the street. Jess had parked, too, and slipped in behind him, listening for his footsteps on the stairs and then climbing them stealthily. It was risky, he knew, but he wanted to know why Troy had broken up his routine. He stopped climbing when he heard someone knocking on a door, and then he hunched over and climbed the last few steps before leaning carefully around the stairwell, making sure to keep his head down at floor level and prepared to pull back immediately.
He saw Troy standing at a door about halfway down the hall and watched as he raised his hand again to knock. Before he could bring his fist down on the thin veneer of the door, it was swung open and a short brunette stepped out into the hall and leaned against Troy, raising her lips to his for a kiss. “I’m glad you called.” Her husky voice floated down the hallway, and Troy’s answering, “So am I,” followed.
Jess watched in surprise as the woman took Troy’s hand and led him inside, closing the door behind them. He waited for a good five minutes, just to be safe, and then Jess straightened up and edged his way down the hall to snap a picture of the door and apartment number. He pressed his ear briefly to the thin door afterwards, and his eyes widened as he heard grunting and groaning. That was fast! Jess thought as he jerked his head away from the door and quickly retraced his steps to the stairs and hurried down them. He paused at the bank of mailboxes in the building’s small lobby and searched for Apt 3G. He saw one of those old-fashioned labels on the box, the kind with the upraised letters and the sticky back that you peeled off and pressed into place. It read M. Washburn. He snapped a picture of that, too, and then headed outside.
Jess hurried back to the car, praying the tires hadn’t been stolen. The street was quiet, so he took a minute to snap a quick shot of the building and Troy’s car outside it. He then opened the glove compartment, and in the glow of the overhead car light, he jotted down in their shared log the info he had garnered, including a description of the unknown female based on his b
rief glimpse of her.
Satisfied that they were finally making progress, Jess had returned home, eager to tell Alex what he had learned. But it seemed his intel would have to wait until morning. Shrugging, he rinsed himself off and toweled himself dry before brushing his teeth and climbing into bed, suddenly exhausted.
Chapter 12
Troy rolled over the next day, amazed that his back didn’t hurt. He blinked his eyes and slowly processed that he wasn’t back in his own bed back at that crappy motel that he called home. That explained why his back didn’t hurt. Maria might live in a crappy area of town herself, but she boasted a firm mattress that didn’t play havoc with his back.
He rolled over onto his side and gazed at what he mentally termed his “fuck buddy.” They didn’t date, they simply fucked. He could call her in the middle of the night and say, “Wanna screw?” and she’d tell him to come on over. No strings, no commitment, no dinner and a movie. Just good, old-fashioned sex. Okay, what they did together did not qualify as old-fashioned, not by a long shot. The things he did to her were things he had never contemplated doing to a woman before. But she enjoyed them and encouraged him, and he found that he got off doing those things to her. He would never do them to a decent woman, certainly not to someone like Maggie, who he still wanted back in the worse way, but in the meantime, why not indulge his baser needs with a willing partner? He and Maggie weren’t back together yet, so technically he wasn’t cheating on her. Surely she couldn’t blame him for scratching an itch, one which was simply a part of human nature. From those pictures he had found, she had scratched an itch or two herself, so who was she to judge him?
