by Doc King
- What’s that, you’re continuing the party without me? – she says, smiling.
Lulu now switches to the cowgirl position, riding my cock all the while and making room for Tawnee, who sits on my face. I reach for her breasts, but she nails my hands back to the bed.
- Don’t, it doesn’t feel good for me right now.
She moves her hips back and forth, making friction between my face and her pussy.
- Argh. – I try to speak.
- What? – she stops.
- I’m trying to say you’re suffocating me. It would be hilarious if we ended up in the weird news section. Imagine the title: Suffocated Her Lover by Cunnilingus.
We break into laughter. She immediately continues more slowly, letting my lips and tongue slide across her vulva and clit. She’s wet again. Like a fountain of pleasure. Lulu doesn’t pay attention to us. She rides my cock in an even rhythm, sighing quietly.
At one point, they both get up. Tawnee steps away and puts her hand between her legs, rubbing gently. Lulu lies on her back and pulls me closer. I put her legs on my shoulders and continue fucking her. She’s shining with sweat. I press her nipples with my thumbs as I thrust faster and faster. She takes her legs from my shoulders and puts them around my waist. Squeezing hard. She has that fearful look on her face that makes me go crazy. I’ll erupt like a volcano. I want to pull it out, but she pulls me closer.
- No... – I hear her through the sighs.
We continue moving in a trance. I catch a glimpse of Tawnee. She’s biting her lower lip, her eyes open wide, looking at us. She’s masturbating faster and faster.
We all cum at the same time. I let out the loudest aaahhh. The two of them sigh almost identically. Then Lulu presses her body against mine and hugs me tightly. I’m still inside her. I feel her thighs shivering in waves. Tawnee is on the pillow again, her hand between her legs pressed together tight. Once we have cooled down a bit, Lulu looks at me with her eyes glistening.
- This was ama… – I try to say.
- Shut up. – she puts her hand on my mouth and pulls me closer again.
She gets up, and so does Tawnee. Lulu takes off the condom and they both start licking my dick. Tawnee gets up and gets the champagne. I am overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasant exhaustion. I can’t wait to fall asleep between these two gorgeous naked bodies. Lulu gets up. She takes my pants from the floor and throws them towards me. She’s smiling all the while. I smile goofily, failing to realize what’s happening.
- It was really amazing, but you have to go now. – she tells me. Tawnee comes closer her, drinking her champagne.
- I don’t understand, I thought we would stay together till morning.
- The two of us always sleep alone. – says Lulu, looking at Tawnee kittenishly. They caress each other’s tushes.
I start getting dressed, but I’m still confused. I turn around at the door.
- Will I see you again? It would be really great and I’d love us to do this again sometime.
- Well, maybe. And maybe not. Who knows what life has in store for us. Until then, just enjoy the moments. – Lulu says with a smile and closes the door.
The woman of my life, I think to myself and go outside. I stop in front of the building and start laughing loudly, like a madman. That’s just what I need, for someone to call the cops.
***
In the morning, the first thing I do at work is call Greg. But he’s not answering. I hope that last night didn’t spoil our relationship. And what the hell happened to him? Why did he leave so suddenly? He said he wasn’t married. I’d understand if he was, and suddenly felt overcome with guilt. In a way, I’m grateful. I haven’t had a threesome for a while.
I hear someone knocking. Laura pops her head inside. She’s glowing. I believe she has never looked more beautiful.
- How did the casual part of the meeting go?
- Um... Well. It went well. – I stutter.
- Just well? – Laura continues.
- Well, yeah. We had a couple of drinks… and, yeah.
- You’re usually walking on air after this kind of meetings. And you usually describe the as great, not just good. And you usually look me in the eyes when talking to me.
I blush. I look at her. She really looks wonderful.
- What’s going on? Is it about our date?
- No. God, no. Where in the world did you get that idea? - I sigh.
- I don’t know. Something happened last night. I left Kolba in a rather strange mood. And now he’s not answering.
- Well, what did you talk about?
- Everything. It was pleasant. Until I mentioned family and marriage. Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned that. It seems that it’s all still tangled and complicated.
- Oh, well, that shouldn’t be the reason for not answering.
- I hope so, too. – I smile unconvincingly, which Laura certainly notices.
- If you should need anything, you know where to find me. – she says, gives me another worried look, and walks out of the office.
I realize I feel embarrassed in front of Laura, not because of Greg, but because of how I’ve spent the night.
Kolba calls me around 11 a.m.
- Mark, I’m sorry. I’ve been running around all morning.
- No problem, Greg. How are you?
- Good. Great. Listen, could you come by my place today? I’d like to show you the production.
- Sure. Does 1 p.m. work for you?
- Sure. Great. I’ll pick you up.
He’s in a good mood. I’m glad. On the other hand, my stomach is still tied in knots. I’d like to go now and chat with Laura, but I’ll start stuttering. She’ll figure all out. Oh, God, what’s happening to you, Mark? You’re not dating. You haven’t cheated on her. Yes, but why do I feel like crap, then? I’ve spent the night with two gorgeous women, and I feel like I’ve committed a crime.
At about 10 to 1, I hear Greg and Laura chatting cheerfully. I open the door. They’re both smiling. For a second, I think I see a serious expression on Laura’s face as she looks at me.
- Mark. – Greg reaches out to shake my hand. – Shall we?
- Let me just get the papers.
I take the folder. On the way out, he smiles at Laura and pats me on the back. His Prius is waiting for us at the parking lot.
- Listen. I’m sorry about last night. Everything caught up on me. I somehow didn’t feel comfortable with going on with the night. How was it?
- Well, let’s just say that you’ve missed a real party. But I have to thank you for enabling me to have a ménage à trois.
- Wait, both of them?
I nod.
- You lucky bastard. I have trouble satisfying one.
- Wait? How come?
- Oh, nothing, forget it. Nothing unusual for my age. – he smiles and waves his hand.
We have a casual and relaxed conversation as the Prius effortlessly cruises the New York streets. Kolba seems like a skillful and experienced driver. He knows the shortcuts, avoids the crowd, gets on the freeway and back into the city throng. Doesn’t get agitated for a second. Half an hour later, we’re in Brooklyn, outside what used to be a textile factory, which Kolba transformed into his own plant for production of Kol-Base… I mean, Streak drink. I should get used to the new name.I take a look around the building. I’m impressed.
- I’m not the owner yet. I’m still repaying the loan.
Inside, I hear the loud noise of the production lines and the crowd of workers. Kolba takes me upstairs, to the administrative department and his office. A chocolate-skinned goddess is waiting for us there. She’s got curves like Venus; a slim waist and wide hips outlined in her blue-gray outfit. She looks like Meagan Good. I’ve always had a thing for Meagan and I’ve watched almost every movie she’s ever played in.
- Mark, allow me to introduce you to Miss Kiara Walker. She does so much work, I feel stupid saying she’s just my personal assistant.
- And yet, that’s what I am. �
�� her smile is divine, makes her eyes look a little slanted, and her round cheekbones higher. She shakes my hand with her soft, well-tended hand – Mr. Kolba is praising me too much. He has decided to spoil me.
The way Kolba’s eyes glisten when he looks at her. The way her eyes glisten when their eyes meet. Hm. I’m pretty sure she’s his personal assistant of the most intimate nature.
- Nice to meet you, I’m Mark.
- The man behind the Streak brand. – she continues – I’m really impressed with the idea.
I’m blushing. Again. I still don’t know how to take a compliment from a beautiful woman.
- They’ve called from Montgomery. – she shifts the attention from me to Kolba.
- Great, I’ll get back to them right away. You don’t mind, Mark?
- No, please, go ahead.
- Thanks, excuse me.
They both walk into the office. I think I see her voluptuous ass rubbing against Kolba as they passed through the door. The very look at her hips swaying as she walks, makes all my blood rush down there. The erection reminds me I forgot to do the exercises. What’s happening to you, Mark? No discipline – no results. I keep the folder pressed to my crotch, until the erection subsides.
It’s already been five minutes, and Greg’s not back yet. I’m fidgeting, like I always do when I wait. Finally, he comes out of the office. Without Kiara. He’s smiling.
- Shall we?
I nod in response.
He takes me on a tour. Currently, he’s got 30 employees, but if the idea works, there will be enough work for hundreds of people.
- Maybe thousands. – I say with a smile.
- Take it easy. – he says – It’s a nice idea, but over the years, I’ve learned that I should always go one step at a time. I used to rush into things, want it all and want it now, but that’s not how you get results.
- It is for some.
- Well, yes. But risk has brought stardom to few, and misery to others.
- True.
- What do you think of Kiara? – he changes the subject and I get confused.
- Um... She’s beautiful, charming, and seems extremely intelligent.
- Yes, indeed. She’s priceless.
He pauses again, and then continues.
- Listen, you’ve asked me things about my personal life. And I wasn’t really in the mood to talk.
- I only know you’re divorced.
- True. Don’t look at me like that, Kiara is not the reason I got divorced.
- No?
- Well, let’s just say that I’d been living a double life. One with Jessica, and the other... With Carol. Our neighbor. For 14 years, I’d been making promises I could not fulfill.
- Like divorce?
He nods.
- And so I lost my marriage as well as the chance to be happy with another woman.
- And Kiara?
- Kiara came later. Basically, she fixed the situation. Brought me back to life.
We go outside, to the parking lot in front of the factory. Greg lights a cigarette.
- I didn’t know you smoke.
- I do, sometimes.
He exhales the smoke and proceeds.
- That’s Kiara. She quickly found a way to get into…
- Your pants... – I couldn’t help myself.
- My soul… - says Greg with a faint smile.
- I’m sorry.
He waves his hand. He throws his half-burnt cigarette and stomps it.
- I felt like a young man again. So vibrant with life. Sex with her… Eh.
- So what’s the problem? You feel guilty because you broke the rules of a strictly business relationship?
- No, no. It’s something completely different. I’ve already dropped a hint on our way here.
I’m all ears.
- The other night. It simply… didn’t work. She was perfect. Garters and leather skirt, no panties.
I put the folder back on my crotch.
- She tried. But… you know, it’s never happened to me before. But I’m afraid it will, often. That’s why I didn’t go with you last night. Imagine the embarrassment if I couldn’t get it up.
- There’s no reason to worry, Greg. It’s perfectly normal. And temporary. Especially with a chick like this. I mean… Kiara. Man.
- I know. Believe me, I know. But I’m getting old. It’s hard to live up to the expectations. I still want to, but if there’s no result…
He sighs.
- I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I mean, I don’t even know you that well.
- I’m glad you told me. And don’t worry, this stays between you and me.
He smiles, relieved.
- No need to beat yourself up. I’m sure it’s just a temporary thing.
- I hope so.
- If it makes you feel any better…
I’m so sure of him and me, I start telling him about my own secret, when he suddenly interrupts me with a question. An unexpected question.
- So, what’s up with you and Laura?
- Um… what do you mean? – I start stuttering.
- I mean, you’re together, right?
I’m quiet, looking at the concrete in front of me.
- The way she looks at you. The way you look at her. There’s got to be something between you two?
- No. Our relationship is strictly professional. I have… I have this rule not to mix business with pleasure.
- Is that so?
- It is. Too many things get way too complicated. And I’m not good at untangling that kind of complications.
- You worry about consequences too much. Honestly, I used to think the same way. Until I hired Kiara.
I look at him. He’s got that fatherly look in his eyes.
- You need to let go. Seize the moment. It can last exactly that long, a moment, but it can last a lifetime. There’s no way of knowing that. But it makes you feel more complete. That spark in your eyes might not last forever. But it sure as hell won’t if you don’t do anything about it.
I’m quiet. I remember Lulu and her philosophy about the moment.
- Laura is a beautiful girl. I think she’s a keeper. – he winks at me and opens the door.
I spend the day touring the production, checking paperwork, the development plans… All I see are numbers and graphs and all I can think about is Laura. Dammit. Not even Kiara, her lovely smile, her delectable curves, I notice none of it.
When someone plants an idea in your head, like seed, and waters it with a bit of hope, expectations spring instantly, and grow, and tickle, and leave place in your mind for nothing else.
Everything Greg said about Laura is true. I’ve already thought of thousands of scenarios in which the two of us are a winning combination. But here and there, a less desirable scenario would sneak up on me and make me give up on the idea of a relationship rather quickly.
Laura is great. But if I open that door, what kind of room is waiting for me on the other side? I’m not ready for uncertainty and adventure. For now, I’m happy just roaming around the lobby of certainty, casually enjoying occasional pleasures the tide of life brings to my coast. There are numerous doors around me, and they’re all waiting for me to open them. But it’s still early for me to decide which one to pick.
- Would you like to have lunch with Kiara and me? – asks Greg, once we finish working, around 4.
- I’d hate to be a nuisance. And I’ve still got a lot of stuff to do.
- Oh, come on, you’re no nuisance.
- Thanks, but no. I should really stop by the office again.
- Ok, then. – he gave me a conspiratorial smile. – At least let us give you a lift.
I’m still hesitating, but Kiara takes me by the hand and walks with me to the car.
We spend the entire ride in silence. Greg plays some classical music. It feels like some kind of euphoric soundtrack to the scenery around us.
- Prokofiev. – Greg looks at me in the rearview mirror. – My moonshine t
heory doesn’t apply to music.
The two of them smile.
They drop me off in front of the ThinkBean building. I wave at Kiara and shake hands with Greg.
- I’ll talk to you, Mark. And think about what I said.
- I will.
The Prius goes buzzing down the street. Maybe I could’ve accepted the invitation, but the idea of another evening like the one at Wechler’s now somehow seems more appealing. My heart is pounding as I go up in the elevator. I walk in and repeat the question in my head. Hey, Laura, how about some sausages and beer? I say it a hundred times as I take these few steps to my office. Casually, seriously, in a deep voice, laughing, I’m-the-man voice, with theatrical gestures.
There’s no one at her desk. I walk into the office. My enthusiasm dies down like fire due to a sudden lack of oxygen. I squirm in my chair. I wait for at least two or three minutes to pass. I go out again. She’s still gone.
- Hey, June. Do you happen to know where Laura is? – I ask one of my co-workers.
- I really don’t.
