Two Much for You

by Sky Corgan

  “See, you just proved my point. Laugh once in a while.” He frowns, taking the phone back.

  “Wait.” I pull it away from him before he has a chance to Like the image and move on.

  “What?” He furrows his brow at me.

  “This girl.” I show him the phone. “Doesn't she look familiar to you?”

  He leans in and squints for a better look. Then he smiles from ear to ear. “Oh my God. Is that really? Do you think it is?”

  “Mhm.” I can't help but grin. “It's Mrs. Peeping Tom herself.”

  “Well, I guess that means she's not married. I rarely see other cars in her driveway, and I don't think I've ever seen a dude go inside that house, not that I've been watching.”

  “Pfft. Creeper,” I snort at him.

  “Hey, I'm a man of opportunity.” He quirks his head back.

  “Well, this is certainly an opportunity.” I scan over her face. In the picture, her dark hair is pulled back in a ponytail. Her milky white skin is dotted with a smattering of light freckles. She has full, kissable lips and the most amazing large chocolate eyes. The white tank top she's wearing is tight and low-cut enough that there are several inches of cleavage peeking up out of the top. Yummy.

  “Scan through the pictures.” Devlin leans over so that he can see the phone too, and I put it between us to scroll through the five available photos.

  All of them are selfies, and there isn't an unattractive one in the bunch.

  I had known she was pretty from seeing her from afar, but I had always assumed she had a boyfriend. Girls like her usually do. The ones with beautiful smiles, amazing curves, and ample breasts. Even if she doesn't have a boyfriend, though, I doubt she's after what we want.

  I frown and tap the button to close the app.

  Devlin's mouth drops open as he stares at me in disbelief. “What in the hell, man?”

  “Dude, she's our neighbor.” I give him an incredulous look.

  “So?”

  “So it would be awkward if we Liked her.”

  “What are you talking about? She obviously likes one of us. You caught her staring out the window at us.” He gestures towards next door.

  “One of us. Not both of us,” I remind him.

  “How do you know? Are you some mind reader?” He snatches the phone from me to pull the app back up, but it has already re-loaded and is displaying someone else's picture. He couldn't scowl deeper if he tried. “Look what you did.” He tosses the phone onto my lap.

  “Yes, look what I did. I saved us from embarrassing ourselves.” I roll my eyes at him.

  He stands, towering over me. “Get up and put on some pants.”

  “Why?” I arch an eyebrow at him.

  “Because we're going over there. Right now.” He places his hands on his hips as if to show me he means business.

  “Are you out of your mind?” I rake my fingers through my hair, a small laugh escaping my lips.

  “Hardly. If you think I'm spending Friday night sitting on this couch with you, you're out of your mind. Besides, we already know she's at home. We might as well take the opportunity while it's there.” His eyes shift to the front door.

  “Were you even listening to what I just said.” My fingers curl around the couch cushion, lazily cementing me in place.

  He rolls his wrist absentmindedly. “Neighbor. Awkward. Blah, blah, blah. Seriously, though, what's the worst that could happen?”

  She could say no. Then what? It's not like we're close or even know each other at this point. She rarely comes out of her house except for when she's going somewhere. The times we see her are few and far between.

  I sigh in disbelief that I'm actually starting to cave. This is a stupid idea, but one never knows what could happen if they don't try.

  “So what's your big plan?” I deflate as if I still want to resist. The thought of talking to the foxy-looking brunette is starting to get my blood boiling, though.

  “We play it by ear.” He sounds so carefree and confident that it takes some of my fear of rejection away.

  “That's hardly a plan.”

  “Come on.” He nods towards the door. “I've got this. You don't even have to say anything. Just follow my lead.”

  I inhale deeply, my heart beating faster from all of the unknown possibilities. “Fine. Let me put some pants on.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  ROSE

  Dishes. Lovely dishes.

  It's amazing how they can pile up when you live alone. You'd think that with only yourself to look after, it would make keeping the kitchen clean a lot easier. The truth of the matter, though, is that when you rarely have house guests, it tends to make you lazier. At least, in my case it does.

  I'm about ten minutes into scrubbing a week's worth of dishes, my mind going over all of the crappy dates I've been on in the recent past. I know that dating is a numbers game, but I'm really beginning to wonder if there is someone out there for me. I've gone out with at least a dozen guys since I got back into the dating scene. The majority of them were duds. The few that weren't never called me back. It makes me question if something is wrong with me, which is depressing.

  I've always thought I was one of the better female fish in the sea. Sure, I'm not super model gorgeous, but I own my own home, my car is paid off, I have a great career and I'm not a gold digger. Maybe a lot of guys are intimidated by a girl who can take care of herself. I don't know anymore.

  The doorbell rings, and I let out a deep sigh. With only two dishes left to wash, it's a bit irritating to be drawn away from the task.

  For half a second, I think about not answering the door, but then I remember that I'm expecting a delivery. I ordered a projector last week to convert my living room into a home theater. While the package doesn't need to be signed for, the idea of leaving such an expensive item on my front porch for whoever walks by to steal isn't very appealing.

  I dry my hands on a dishtowel before sauntering to the front door. I look like absolute crap in a pair of baggy sweatpants, a black tank top with bleach stains on it(it's my cleaning tank top) and my favorite blown-out bra. My hair is tied into a bun with about as much care as I took to get dressed. Even though the delivery man probably isn't cute, I really don't want him—or anyone, for that matter—seeing me like this. If I take my time getting to the door, he'll probably be gone when I open it. That's how those guys operate around here. Set your package on your doorstep, ring the doorbell and disappear into the sunset to make their next delivery.

  I press my palms against the door and lean in to gaze out the peephole and make sure that the delivery man is gone before I open the door. It's not the delivery man though. And as my eyes focus on the two men standing on the other side of the door, my chest grows tight with a mix of excitement and stress.

  “Holy shit,” I whisper before jumping away from the door and clamping my hand over my mouth.

  In an instant, my nerves are shot.

  Should I open the door? I can't looking like this. But there's no time to change.

  I peek out the peephole again. My neighbors look like they're getting bored with waiting. If I don't go out there soon, they'll leave and I may not get another opportunity to talk to them.

  Throwing sanity to the wind, I unbolt the door. This is not the way to make a good first impression, looking like a rag doll that's been thrown from the back of a truck and run over several times. What does it really matter, though? They're just my neighbors.

  “Hello,” my voice comes out low and annoyed, and I cringe internally from the sound of it. Why did I say it like that?

  My brunette neighbor opens his mouth to speak, but then he stops and gives me a panty melting grin. A shiver rocks me to my core, and my knees suddenly feel weak. Blondie is behind him looking stoic, but that's sexy too. My body temperature rises about ten degrees just from looking at them.

  “I'm sorry. Did we catch you at a bad time? We can come back later.” Mr. Brunette points behind himself, half-turned as if he's re
ady to leave.

  My self-confidence takes a nosedive. Do I look so horrible that they already want to run away?

  I push a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “No. It's fine. I was just doing dishes. Um, what do you need?”

  Blondie wrinkles his nose and scratches the back of his neck, seeming like he wants to leave as well. This could not be any more awkward if it were orchestrated.

  “My friend and I just wanted to come over and introduce ourselves, since we're new to the neighborhood and all.” Mr. Brunette glances back at Blondie before returning his attention to me. “My name is Devlin and this is Gareth.” He extends his hand to me.

  My gaze falls to Devlin's hand as if the gesture is foreign to me. Then my brain catches up and I move to shake it. “Hi. I'm Rose. Nice to meet you.”

  “Rose. That's a pretty name.” Devlin flashes me another charming smile before stepping aside to let Gareth shake my hand.

  Just touching them makes my nipples bead. I glance down at my chest and my cheeks heat up like someone splashed coffee in my face. I want to run away and hide, but that would be too strange. Surely, this interaction won't last very long. I can get through it. I have to.

  As if reading my mind, Gareth's eyes falls to my chest. They only linger there for a moment, but I still caught him looking—noticing my body's reaction. My face feels feverish from all of the blushing I'm doing.

  “It's nice to meet you both,” I manage to choke out before withdrawing back into the house and crossing my arms over my chest.

  “So.” Devlin clasps his hands together in front of him. “I'm just going to cut to the chase and say that we noticed your picture on this dating app we're using. That was you, wasn't it?”

  My mouth drops open in disbelief that he's bringing that up. For a moment, I think about lying, but I am kind of curious to see where he's going with this.

  I swallow the hard lump that has formed in the back of my throat before speaking. “Yeah, that's me. I'm...single.” It sounds more like a question than a statement.

  “So are we.” Devlin gestures between him and Gareth. “What a coincidence.”

  I eye them both suspiciously, deciding to be bold. “I saw you guys on the app too, but I couldn't figure out who the profile was for. You're both in all of the pictures.”

  “Oh, it's for both of us,” he replies as if that's normal.

  I shift my weight, my brow creasing as my confusion deepens. “You know, the app is free, so you could both have your own separate accounts.”

  Devlin stares at me blankly for a moment. Then his expression cracks with amusement. “It's a joint account. For both of us. Since we're both looking.”

  I close my eyes and shake my head. Wow, this guy is dense. Apparently, he has no idea how the online dating game works.

  “We're into polyamory,” Gareth chimes in.

  “Oh.” A light bulb goes off inside of my head as it all comes together. Then I have to refrain from looking shocked. “Oh.”

  “Yeah.” Devlin nods. “We like to share women.”

  “Oh.” I try to regain my composure but fall flat. “Good for you,” is all I can come up with.

  Apparently, my reaction wasn't good enough. They look like they expect something more. I'm not sure where to go with this. Right now they're reminding me of a Craigslist ad, the creepy kind where you open it up and see dick pics. Did they come over to ask me for a threesome?

  “So you guys are bi?” I point at them, struggling to make conversation. What a weird thing to talk about the first time you meet someone.

  “No.” Devlin shakes his head. “Gareth and I are close but not that close,” he laughs. “We just like being involved with the same woman. You see, I'm in the military, which makes it hard to carry out a normal relationship since I get deployed every so often. Gareth tends to work long hours at the hospital. With the way our schedules are, it's hard to keep a woman happy when we date separately. Together, though, it works.

  “Plus, it's like a bonus for the woman. Two loving men. We're both financially stable and emotionally available. The woman we're with wants for nothing.”

  It does sound like a pretty sweet deal. They're both stupidly gorgeous. One is in the military, the other in the medical field. It's like a fetish fantasy times two. Still, if something sounds too good to be true, it usually is.

  “Um.” I look around nervously, feeling trapped.

  “I suppose you're wondering why I'm even telling you all of this.” Devlin glances down at his feet for a moment before his eyes meet mine.

  “Kinda.” I screw my face.

  “Well.” He rocks on his heels. “We saw your picture on the dating site. You're single. We're single. So I figured it wouldn't hurt to come over here and express interest.”

  Express interest. Really? They're actually interested in me. Both of them?

  “This is a lot to take in.” I rub the back of my neck.

  “Too much for you?” Devlin quirks an eyebrow, looking cocky.

  I roll my eyes, remembering their profile name. “Really?” I place a hand on my hip and tilt my head to the side.

  “Sorry. Had to,” he laughs but then quickly regains his composure. "How about this? Come over for dinner tonight. No strings attached. Say eightish? We'll cook for you. Gareth makes a mean steak. That is if you're not a vegetarian.” He cringes slightly as if he fears he made a mistake.

  “I'm not a vegetarian.” I giggle.

  He pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time. “Awesome. Um, there's still some time between now and eight. I know this is all really sudden, so if you need to take some time to think about it, that's fine. If you don't find us attractive or aren't interested or don't think this is for you, then you don't have to show up. No hard feelings.” Devlin holds his hands up and takes a step back.

  “Alright.” I stare at him, still processing the offer.

  “Hopefully, we'll see you later.” He gives Gareth a gentle slap on the shoulder to get him moving.

  “We'll see.”

  “Bye.” Gareth waves at me awkwardly before they both turn away and head back towards their house.

  I stand there for several seconds watching them walk away while I slowly close the door. My eyes drift down to their butts. Devlin is in dark jeans and Gareth is wearing cut off shorts. I bet they both look amazing naked. I've already seen half of the package, and I can't deny that I want to see the rest. Still, this is absolutely insane.

  It's not until I close the door that I realize how rapidly my heart is beating. That entire conversation was incredibly surreal. Part of me doesn't even believe it happened.

  They came over not to introduce themselves but to hit on me. That's the real reason why they showed up. The thought makes my heart flutter.

  Two handsome men vying for my attention. Not vying. Sharing?

  How does that even work, I wonder.

  I exhale a long breath and go into my office to get on the computer. Gareth said that they're into polyamory, but I don't know much about it. The first thing that comes to mind is polygamy, specifically the shows on television where one guy has ten wives. Sister wives, I think they're called. However, Devlin said that they want to share one woman, not the other way around.

  From all of my research, it seems that polyamory is a loving relationship between multiple people. Does that mean that Devlin and Gareth love each other? It's still all a bit confusing to me. Maybe I'll ask more questions if I go over tonight.

  But that brings up the real question. Should I go over?

  I just met these guys, and I've learned from enough bad dates that it's never a good idea to go into the home of a strange guy when you don't know his intentions. Two men could be double trouble.

  Double trouble.

  A smirk crosses my face as I think of what that trouble that could be. One sucking on my nipples while the other rams his thick cock into me. Or maybe me on my hands and knees, sucking one of them off while the other takes me from behind. Ju
st imaging the three of us writhing naked together on a bed is getting me all worked up. Their hands on me, groping me roughly. Their mouths kissing me. They're dicks fighting to get inside of me.

  No. I shake my head. I can't think like that. Meaningless sex will only make me feel horrible about myself. I've had the one-night stand experience, and it wasn't good. I don't want that again.

  Going over there could be nothing but bad news. Another mistake.

  I sigh, lifting my hand to look at my watch. As Devlin said, there's still plenty of time to decide.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  DEVLIN

  “That went well.” I lounge back on the sofa, pleased.

  “You really think so?” Gareth huffs.

  “I do.” I nod, a smirk creeping across my face as I think of how disheveled Rose looked. I can't help but wonder if she has any idea how sexy she is. Everything in me wanted to pull her hair out of that bun, watch it cascade over her shoulders, press her against the door and take her right there. Who cares if the whole neighborhood saw? It would be hot as hell.

  “You have high hopes, man.” Gareth is already in the kitchen getting everything prepared for dinner. He looks nervous, but he has no reason to be. I saw the flash of desire in Rose's eyes. She wanted him. She wanted us both.

  “What makes you say that?” I flip on the television, catching the tail end of the game I was watching earlier.

  “She looked freaked out,” stress is apparent in his voice.

  “You worry too much.” I roll my eyes at him even though he can't see it. He's always been the pessimist between us, constantly anticipating the worst case scenario.

  “I'm just telling you what I saw.” He pulls a bag of new potatoes out of the pantry and gets to work peeling them.

  “Did you see that her nipples were hard?”

  That shuts him up. I know he was looking. How could he not have been. She's got the most perfect set of tits ever.

  “She was also blushing,” I add.

  “She could have just been hot,” he mutters.