by Essen, JA
After an hour at Nordstrom’s, I put together the perfect outfit. I know stand here in the entryway of Seth and Robbie’s apartment in a nude and black sequined dress that barely hits below my ass, knee high black leather boots, with my hair pulled back in a tight braid, streaked with purple. Cat-eyed black and lavender mascara and an attitude to match the entire outfit.
“So, you like what you see then I take it?”
Seth reaches down and adjusts himself. That’s all the answer I needed.
Just at that moment, Robbie comes walking in. “Hey Seth, when did Ma…” He drops the pile of clothes he had in his hand and hits his knee on the sofa. “Holy fuck.” He looks up to the ceiling, “Whatever I did right today, please let me know so I can do it again.” He doesn’t even bother picking up the clothes, just scoots them out of the way to the side and saunters over to me. Drawing a finger across my right shoulder to my left, he makes a circuit around me, looking me over top to bottom. “Girl, the things I’m, I, uh, mean, we, are going to do to you tonight. Whew!”
I walk past them both, through the living area and into the hallway. Poking my head back around the corner I tease, “You two coming, or do I need to just get started alone?” I’ve never seen two grown men move so fast in my entire life. They may think they are running the show, but I know better.
Seth and Robbie scoot past me in the hallway and head to the guest bedroom. Well, at least I thought it was a guest bedroom. I saw theirs the last time I was here, but this door was closed. Upon stepping in, I learn otherwise. Now it’s no Fifty Shades “Red Room of Pain,” but it’s definitely not set up for sleeping in. There’s a coffee colored chaise lounge, a couple of burgundy ottomans, a high-backed black leather chair of sorts and oddly enough, a garage-style tool chest. One of those smooth black metal kind on casters with lots of drawers.
Both of my men take me by the hands and lead me to one of the ottomans, helping me to step up onto it. My boots zip up the backs, so each of them unzips one, taking turns holding me steady as I step out. They grab the bottom of the dress as if to remove it, and I stop them. “Nope. Not yet.”
“Excuse me?” Robbie starts, shocked at my brazenness.
“Nope, you got to undress me first last time. This time, I want to see you undress.”
Seth doesn’t even argue and begins to undo the snap on his shorts.
“Wait, I’m not done yet.” I step down off the ottoman and walk over to the chaise. I take a seat and spread my legs so that they can see that I’m not wearing a stitch of clothes underneath the dress. “I want you to undress each other.”
They look at each other like they can’t believe I have this kind of power over them.
“Fuck it.” Robbie reaches down to Seth’s shorts, unsnaps the button, grabs them and the boxers and removes them both in one move. Seth removes his shirt as he steps out of the shorts, and then proceeds to start on Robbie. He’s dressed up for whatever reason, and I couldn’t care less. I’ve already got my right hand in between my legs and am circling my clit slowly as I watch the show.
Button by button, Seth undoes Robbie’s pressed white dress shirt and then slides it off his shoulders. Pulling the tips up from his slacks, he lets it slide to the floor. Seth dips to his knees and positions himself at Robbie’s hips as he unclasps the belt, then the snap, and slowly drags the zipper down. “Are you enjoying the show, Macy?”
I’ve got two fingers inside myself when the words roll off his tongue like liquid sex. I lick my lips in response before he slides the slacks down, revealing Robbie sans underwear. Seth drags his fingers up Robbie’s leg and across his torso as he stands back to his full height. He whispers something to Robbie that I can’t hear.
“Uh-uh. No fair, I’m giving the…” I go silent as Robbie grabs Seth’s face gently with his right hand, pulling him to his lips. As their lips meet, I watch in awe as both their erections begin to grow. I barely even register that I now have both hands between my legs, two fingers inside of myself, and two more circling furiously on my clit. I can feel the material of the dress rubbing back and forth across my peaked nipples. The friction sends electrical impulses flying through my body.
I see Seth slip his tongue into Robbie’s waiting mouth, his hands working across Robbie’s back and up into his hair. Robbie’s hand is on Seth’s swollen cock, stroking slowly, affectionately. Seth moans into Robbie’s mouth.
Without warning, my restraint fails. My toes curl and my back arches. “I’m coming!” I cry out as my self-induced orgasm begins to flood through me. I grab my right wrist with the left hand and press my fingers deeper into my soaked pussy, riding the high these two gorgeous men have helped me reach.
Once my vision clears, I look sheepishly through hooded lashes at Robbie and Seth, who are staring at me like this is the first time they’ve ever just watched a woman come. My skin is flushed and damp, my breathing shallow, and the only thing I can think of to say is, “Well, that was good.”
They both laugh at me, and I can’t help but join in. I hadn’t planned on coming alone but damn, what a show.
“Did you really think you were running the show, Macy? You may think you took a mile, but Robbie and I only gave you an inch. Now,” he looks at Robbie, “we’re going to give you a whole lot more.”
They both walk over to me, and Robbie slides the dress up my body and over my head. Seth groans as my tits pop out and sit on full display. “I don’t think I’ll ever tire of watching that.”
Taking a seat beside me on the soft, padded chaise, Seth taps his leg with his hand, silently implying for me to “hop on.” His cock is standing impressively at attention. Robbie, once again on his knees, grips Seth by the base and holds him steady as I straddle. I slowly work it in, careful as the incredible girth stretches me out. Down and back up. Further down and retreat again. I repeat this several times, my eyes glued on Seth’s as I watch his pleasure unfold. Finally, I have as much of him as I can take, and I feel Robbie’s hand let go, sliding back just slightly and his wet fingers toying with my puckered hole.
I lean into Seth and let my breasts cover his face as I begin to work his cock all the way up to the tip and then slide all the way back down. I can feel the moisture already beading on my skin as he cups both breasts and puts his face in between them, breathing in the scent of my body-sprayed skin. I sense Robbie beside me and as I look, he has one leg up on the chaise and his cock is twitching, inches from my mouth. I grab hold and spit, using it as lube and begin stroking his needy erection.
Trying to concentrate on riding one cock and stroking another is actually more difficult than it sounds. Apparently, Seth realizes this as his hands grab ahold of my hips, and he begins to thrust himself into me, taking control of the pace. I focus on Robbie, opening my mouth and taking his slick cock to the back of my throat. Not being as girthy as Seth gives him the added benefit of being able to use my mouth for the entire length of him.
It only takes a moment before Robbie takes over, placing a hand on the back of my head and forcing me all the way down on him, burying my nose into his groin. My back arches, and I gag as he goes past and down into my throat. I push off on his thighs, and he releases me with a moan loud enough to shake the entire room.
I look up at him through lusty eyes. “Was it good for you?”
“Damn you, you little minx.” He reaches over and pops my ass hard. I can feel the heat, and I’m certain there is a perfect imprint of his hand on my right cheek.
Seth’s left hand slides further back, and I’m just now realizing that he has a finger in my ass; the sensory overload from him fucking me and Robbie’s dick in my mouth is too much. I lean into his hand as one finger becomes two. Robbie’s hands reach around from behind and cup my heavy, aching breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. His sticky cock feels hot pressed into my back.
“Lift her up, Seth. She’s ready for me.”
Ready indeed.
I steel myself for the intrusion; the first inse
rtion is always a little painful no matter how much I want it.
“Holy Jesus,” I scream as Robbie pops his head through the tight ring of muscles, inching his way in. Seth is so fucking huge, and he takes up so much room inside me already that it’s nearly too much. Nearly.
Seth stills under me as Robbie begins to rock back and forth, in and out of my ass. I reach down and start circling my clit with my fingers as I lean back into Robbie’s chest. Seth places his hands on my breasts and squeezes my nipples to the point of near tears and releases a nanosecond before I scream. My body feels like sparks are falling all over the surface of my skin and that tingle is building deep inside my center, begging to be released.
“Fuck, Seth, I’m gonna blow.” Robbie leans forward, sandwiching the three of us together. Seth grabs Robbie’s hair and pulls his face over my shoulder, taking his mouth with his as Robbie pumps his release into my ass and his moans of pleasure into Seth’s accepting mouth.
I lose it as I watch these two beautiful creatures share themselves with one another. I dig my nails into Seth’s shoulders and scream, “Yes! Oh, fuck yes,” as I rock my hips, grinding myself into the both of them. I feel the loss of Robbie as he pulls himself free of me, and Seth takes over my limp body, flipping me over onto my knees on the chaise. He begins to pound himself into me, as I reach back and spread my cheeks for him, feeling every single inch he has to give. He grabs my braid and pulls my head back. We lock eyes, his groan deep and sensual.
“I want to watch you come, Seth. I want to see the look on your face as you cover my body with your release.”
I know this will be enough to send him over the edge, and sure enough, I’m being flipped once again on my back. Seth stands over me, grabbing my breasts and pushing them together. I stroke his thick member as Robbie reaches around from behind and grabs his balls, rolling them gently in his hand.
He groans unintelligibly as I grip firmly and the streams of hot come spurt across my chest. Again and again and again.
Robbie’s chin is resting on Seth’s shoulder, both of my men taking in the sight of my sticky, sweaty body. I drag two fingers up through my cleavage and then slide them into my mouth, sucking them clean.
“Mmm, thank you for your time, gentlemen,” I giggle euphorically.
Chapter 18
The school year is now in full swing, and chaos has erupted. I spent the last few weeks of the summer pretty much like the meat in a Robbie/Seth sandwich. It was great, more fulfilling than I could’ve ever guessed being in a relationship like that could be. But things have started to fall apart. My schedule isn’t really allowing much time for the three of us. Seth seems to be more understanding than Robbie, and it’s putting a strain on what time we do have together.
I was able to swing by last week for a little impromptu session, and as soon as I walked in, Robbie walked out. Seth said he’s been distant lately, and not talking much to him. He’s worried about him; not that it stopped us from having a go-at-it. Twice.
I’m really enjoying the kids in the classroom. We’re growing micro-organisms right now in giant pickle jars, filled with pond water and hay. Needless to say, the third-grade hallway stinks, but the kids think it’s funny. Each Friday we put a drop of water from their jars onto slides, and then they get to look through the microscope at all the little creatures swimming in the tiny puddles.
Even I have to admit it’s pretty neat to imagine so many things living in, what seems to us, a small world. It really puts things into perspective.
It’s eleven thirty in the morning and I’m on lunch break when my phone chimes with a notification. I pull it out of my satchel and my heart drops.
Seth: Robbie’s gone.
I stuff the rest of my packed lunch back into the Tupperware container, scoop it into my satchel, and make my way back to the classroom. I’ll have at least fifteen minutes before the kids come back. As soon as I’m inside, I close the door, take a seat at my desk and dial Seth.
“Hey, Macy.” I can hear the depression in his voice.
“What do you mean he’s gone? What’s happened?”
“I mean the closet’s bare, the drawers were all pulled out and emptied, even his chair from the bedroom is gone. He’s. Gone.”
“Why would he just up and leave with no word?” I’m upset, but there’s confussion in my voice which angers me.
“I caught him with another couple in the apartment. We’ve had a long-standing agreement that having a girlfriend outside of our trios is fine, but having another guy is out of the question. Well, he broke that rule, and I think he did it purposefully. I think that not having you available every time that he wanted our play time was wearing on him.”
“So it’s my fault?” I know I’m coming across as defensive, even though I don’t mean to.
“No, Macy. It’s his fault for not being understanding. He’s got a very lax job and even he and I often fight, well, fought now I suppose is the proper tense, about my job and being at the firehouse for days at a time. I always hoped that he’d calm down, and I thought he had. Guess I was wrong.”
“I’m so sorry, Seth. I know how much he meant to you. I have staff meetings this afternoon once school lets out, but I can come by tomorrow first thing since it’s the weekend.”
“I go back on duty tonight at six. I won’t be there. I’m covering for one of the new guys. He’s getting married this weekend, and I offered to take his shift tonight to give him four days in a row off.”
I don’t know what to say to him. If I’m honest with myself, I’ve always had a stronger bond with Seth even before the school year started. He just gets me, whereas I always felt that Robbie was just using me as a means to an end. Now, seeing as he can just leave someone he’s been with for years, I feel it more than ever.
“Be strong Seth and call me if you want me to come by the station this weekend. I love you.” What the hell? Did I really just say that?
“Wait, what?” Seth stammers into the phone.
I hang up the line, unable to believe what just came out of my mouth. Do I really feel that way, or was it just ‘the thing to say in the moment’?
I don’t have much time to contemplate it as the classroom door opens and fills with loud, happy third graders fresh from recess. Time to get back to molding the minds of the future, one workbook at a time.
*****
The doorbell rings and I jog to the front door.
“Rachel!” I’m so happy to see her up and about finally. She’s still on crutches, but finally able to start driving herself again. No more sports cars for her. Mr. Upton bought her a brand new Audi Q7. He insisted that she be up off the road and more protected. She didn’t fight him one bit.
“Damn, girl. You act like you haven’t seen me in a year.” She returns my embrace. “It’s been like, what, a week?”
“Yeah, but I’m just so excited that you’re driving on your own again.” She hobbles in on the crutches and heads straight for my chair. “Hey, um…” she turns her head and gives me a look like, really, you’re going to deny the cripple? “Fine, whatever,” I concede.
It’s Friday night, so it’s time for our usual pizza, wine, and movie. I put The Wedding Date in and just barely get it started when the pizza delivery driver rings the bell. I can’t believe they now charge four bucks for delivery and still expect you to tip. It’s ridiculous, but I was in his position at one point in time when I was waitressing, so I realize it’s not his fault.
Twenty-two dollars later for a large pepperoni and beef pizza and an order of cheese-stix, I pull up the TV tables and sit down on the couch, giving Rachel the stink eye for being in my chair.
“Sure is comfortable over here. I might just have to take over this spot permanently.”
“Dream on, hooker. Dream the fuck on.” We both laugh at my Rodney Carrington impersonation.
Once dinner is over, and she still hasn’t brought the subject up, I finally do. “So what’s going on with you and Zander?”
&nbs
p; She chokes on her swig of wine. “What’s to tell? We’ve been out a handful of times.”
“And…?”
“And what?”
I’m getting frustrated by now, especially since I know she’s doing it on purpose. “Do I really have to say it?” She smirks at me. “Fine. So does he fuck like the bad-boy vibe he gives off?”
“Girrrrrrrl. Let’s just say handcuffs and batons aren’t just for taking down the bad guys.”
“Holy shit, Rachel. Good for you. But the baton?” I crank my head sideways.
“He’s made me come more than once on it. Tied down, blindfolded, and well… Whew!”
“Looks like I’m not the only one with a little kink in my life right now.” My mood sours a little as I think about mine and Seth’s conversation earlier today.
“What’s wrong with you?” Rachel asks, noticing the furl in my brow.
“Seth called this morning, and Robbie is gone. Just packed all his stuff and left. There was a falling out between the two of them, and when Seth came home from his shift this morning, the apartment was empty.”
“Sorry, Macy. I know how much fun you were having with them, and how close you were getting.”
“See that’s the funny part. I’m really not upset. I’m just sad for Seth. The two of them had been together for years.” I put my hand up to my mouth and slide it back and forth slowly, contemplating how to tell her the next part. “What has me more concerned is the way I ended our phone call.”
“What do you mean?”
I glance at the movie, and it’s right at that point where they are outside the pub, and Kat is about to go in and change. Nick tells her how strong and beautiful she is and damn near makes her come without laying a finger on her. I smile, then return my attention to Rachel. “I told him I love him.”
