by Lena Fox
“There. What about her?” I pointed to a girl so thin she resembled a carefully whittled cinnamon stick. With warm dark skin and long black hair, she had the face of a Disney princess. Shorter than even me, she wore a tight shimmery dress and I swore if she turned side-on she would just disappear.
“She is the most adorable thing ever. I want to put her in my purse and take her home,” I said through a mouthful of sour-cream coated wedges.
“I’d be too worried we’d break her,” Blake said.
“Fine. How about her?”
Blake looked, blinked, and then looked again. “That’s a man!”
“She is whatever she wants to be. She’s one of the prettiest people in here, and has great fashion sense. See how her stocking seams are perfectly straight?”
“She is very well put together.” Blake admitted, eyeing the target up and down.
I choked a laugh out.
Blake looked offended. “What? Did you think you could intimidate me? I’m perfectly secure with my sexuality. Should we add her to the short list?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know if she’d technically qualify for the job.”
Blake leaned across and grabbed some wedges from my plate. “How about we head back to the sex shop? Lady Pink Hair was hot for you, I could tell.”
“I’m sure she makes an effort to appear hot for everyone that goes in there.” I wasn’t very good at the whole flirting thing, or knowing when it was happening to me. I still found it hard to accept that anyone would actually find me attractive. Even Blake. He was probably just interested in me to get to this list item.
But actually getting this list item done seemed harder by the minute. It was already late. We were having fun, drinking, eating and hanging out, but the odds of finding a suitable candidate seemed low.
Then, she walked in.
The timing was perfect, as a gush of wind and the rays of a car’s headlights followed her through the door, making her hair shine and blow about her like she was in a movie.
She was so beautiful it was like she was being photoshopped in real time. She was bold, all character and confidence, an Amazon goddess.
Every head turned as she walked by. The man on the other side of the bar muttered, “Dear God have mercy.”
Her hair was a glorious tangle of honey-gold curls. Her face held eyes that were a little too wide under brows that were thick and straight, a cute button nose, and a pair of lips fuller than any I’d ever seen. Nothing should have worked together. Her face was too small to hold those enormous eyes and mouth, but somehow that only made her even prettier. Her body, clad in a simple blue tank top and jeans, was a marvel of curves and angles. I ogled her openly, not caring about being discreet since everyone else in the bar was staring too. She was the kind of woman that made instant girl-crush material. I was so busy wanting to be her that I had to remind myself to want to be with her.
Blake appeared equally stricken. I couldn’t even be jealous. Who wouldn’t want her? She was the kind of woman someone like Blake was meant to be with. She was tall, and would look perfect linking arms with him as they strolled into the sunset like two glowing gods. I daydreamed that if we could hook up with her tonight, maybe after I was gone the two of them could find happiness together. The thought left a bitter-sweet ache in my throat, but solidified my resolve to try and bring this incredible creature home with us.
I elbowed Blake, and questioned him with my eyebrows and a tilt of the head.
He replied with a slack-jawed stare and slow nod.
It all seemed too easy, like it was meant to be, when she came over, pointed to the stool next to Blake, and asked if she could sit there. Her voice was a low clear alto that reminded me of the blues singers my dad liked.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Blake had to clear his throat three times to get the sentence out, and I stuffed another potato wedge into my mouth to hold back the giggles, but some escaped anyway. She gave me a look that said she understood as she slid gracefully onto the stool and beckoned for the bartender to come our way.
“Bloody Mary, extra hot sauce please.” Her voice gave me the shivers, right down my spine.
When her drink arrived with a sorry, wilted piece of celery sticking out, she sighed, took it out and left it on the bar, and downed half the drink in one hit.
I leaned past Blake and said, “This doesn’t seem like your kind of place.”
She chuckled. “I’m in town for a conference, staying at the hotel a few doors down. Was meant to be watching some speaker now, but even this dive seemed more attractive. So here I am.”
“You ran away,” I said. “That’s badass. Welcome to the circus.” We clinked glasses and drank, smiling at each other over the rims while Blake, unable to even speak, simply stared at us.
“I’m Georgina.”
“I’m … Mary.” Her grin said she was clearly not Mary.
Damn, smarter than me too. I knew giving a fake name was what I should have done.
She eyed Blake where he sat between us. “You two a couple?”
“No,” I said, while Blake said, “Yes.”
Mary looked on, her eyes growing more amused as we went through a little word shuffle that finally ended with Blake saying, “What she said.”
Mary reached for the bowl of peanuts on the bar, shuffled through them with her long fingers, and placed one carefully on her tongue. I mightn’t have been great at flirting, but there was something going on with this woman. She was older than me, and Blake, probably thirty, and simply radiated sexiness in a way that made it easy to get to the point.
The List Georgina is brave Georgina. I blurted out, “I’m just going to ask you. Because otherwise I’ll have to put an ad on Craigslist.”
She tilted her eyebrows up at those words. “For what? You need a new car?”
“No.” My breath caught. Blake looked down at me, amused, and offering no help at all. I had to keep going on my own. The worst she could do was laugh in our faces, and I had been rejected before after all. “I want a woman.”
She didn’t look shocked or even particularly surprised. “What did you want her for?”
“Um, you know …”
Mary just stared at me, waiting.
“For sex,” I said, then instantly felt my cheeks turn red-hot.
Mary’s full lips spread in a long, slow smile. She glanced at Blake sitting between us, then back at me. “Is he up for this too?”
“It’s kind of my thing, but I said he could be part of it, somehow. I’m not really sure how it all works. It’s our first time doing something like this.” I was rambling. It was clear she was willing, and we all knew it, which only made me more nervous. I was excited, too. My nerve endings felt like they had been lit up with a blowtorch.
Mary’s hand came out and caressed mine. She winked at me and placed her other hand on Blake’s muscled thigh. “So you’d be wanting someone who could show you the way?”
She leaned across Blake toward me. Her head tilted toward mine and her lush lips parted. I swayed toward her, helpless to resist, and our mouths met. Applause erupted from the patrons and I could hear Blake mutter “bloody hell” above our heads. I almost broke away, but her hand had moved up my arm and to my neck. Her fingers pressed into my skin there, held me in place. Her mouth tasted like spicy tomato juice and cigarettes. Her hair was silky and slid through my fingers when I tangled my hands into it.
When the kiss broke, the bartender stood there, holding a tray of drinks in his hand. “Compliments of … oh hell, everyone!”
Beer foam sloshed over the rims of the glasses and shot glasses clicked together as he slapped the tray onto the sticky surface of the bar and wandered back toward the group of guys clustered at the other end. One of those guys gave Blake a double thumbs up.
Mary’s face became serious and she locked my gaze. “Here’s the deal. I want to fuck, you two want to fuck, and there is no reason why we can’t all get what we want. Condoms are mandatory, and it can’t
be at the hotel the people I work with are in. Do we understand each other?”
Blake finally found his tongue. “Absolutely.”
Her hand crept up my thigh, sending shivers down my body. I closed my eyes in involuntary pleasure and she chuckled, a rich and warm little laugh that reminded me, oddly enough, of chocolate brownies. “I am going to have so much fun with the two of you.”
We shot down a few of the drinks, but left most on the tray. The guys in the bar all stared at us as we started to walk out, and a couple of them high fived Blake. I wondered if I’d be brave enough to show my face there again, but if I was brave enough to do this, maybe I could. A buzz had hit me, and not just from the tequila.
Chapter Twenty
Georgina
Blake drove my car back to his place. Mary and I sat in the backseat and she kept kissing me, her lips soft little pillows under my own, her mouth warm and moist. She took total control, which made it easy. The intimacy and pleasure of her touch made me feel more confident of what was to come, even eager for it. Every few seconds I would catch a glimpse of Blake staring at us in the rearview mirror, which turned me on even more.
Mary’s hand moved up from my thigh, over my belly, and to my chest. When her hand gripped my breast, her thumb slid across the flesh of it and for one moment, she pulled back.
She knew. Blake had never felt a thing, but the first touch from a woman, and she noticed straight away.
“It’s nothing,” I whispered into her ear, and she paused for just one more second before she kissed me again.
We got out at Blake’s house and made it inside in a haze of stumbling strokes and kisses. Blake led us up the stairs to his bedroom, and Mary made Blake sit in a chair across the room as she undressed me, and then herself. I trembled as I stood there, naked in front of them both. I could see the bulge of his excitement filling Blake’s pants. I had no idea what to do next, but Mary clearly had a plan.
Mary grinned and looked at him. “Strip off and sit back. I’ll let you know if you can join in.”
I watched Blake get undressed, his muscles rolling as he dragged his shirt up over his head. A long shiver ran down my spine and settled between my legs as Mary took a step forward and pressed her hips against mine. She cupped my breasts gently in her hands, and placed those full lips of hers over my nipple. My eyelids fluttered, and I heard Blake exhale roughly.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed, running a hand over his face.
Mary put a hand between my breasts, pushing me toward the bed with a wicked grin. “Your man has given us an order.”
I landed on the bed, sitting on the edge of it, and Mary stood in front of me. She reached for my hands and placed them on her breasts. I touched her nipples, and they hardened under my fingers. Experimentally, I wrapped my lips around one and tugged at it. It hardened even more. I knew the way it felt when Blake did that to me, and by Mary’s moan I guessed she felt the same. Excited and encouraged, I sucked harder. Her fingers tangled into my hair and she pulled me close. “I’m going to touch you everywhere,” she whispered into my ear in a hot breath. “I’m going to fuck you so hard your man will beg me to stop, and then he’s going to fuck you even harder.”
She pulled back from me, leering at me in a way that made me catch my breath and my body pound with anticipation.
Mary lifted one leg, putting her foot on the bed beside me and spreading her legs before my face. Her pubic hair was thin and shaved into a long strip that barely covered her plump, pink sex. She looked down at me, challenging, daring me.
I licked once, cautiously. It tasted tangy-sweet, and I gained courage as Mary groaned, deep and warm. My fingers stroked along the slippery seam of her and gently held her open so that I could use my tongue on her again. It was like exploring my own body, seeking the places I knew felt good, doing the things Blake had done to make me feel good.
“Good girl,” she said, panting. “You’re a fast learner.”
She broke away and pushed me back onto the bed then landed on top of me, our breasts pressing together as she wrapped her lips over mine. She rolled us over, around, and somehow moved us into a sixty-nine position, with her on top and her tongue already delving into my most sensitive spot. Her hands ran up and down my thighs, spreading them wide.
Her mouth moved in a calculated rhythm. Firm, rolling, building. Rough, then gentle. Too much and then not enough. Her fingers joined in until I couldn’t tell how she touched me and where—it was just one single, intense, and overwhelming sensation of touch. A sensory assault of pleasure and pain, rioting through me.
I tried to match her movements, her speed, her actions. Her hips thrust and swayed to the touch of my mouth. Our bodies trembled together. I pressed my tongue firmly against her, feeling her hot and engorged, and then sucked that throbbing nerve inwards. Her body went rigid above me, bucking against my mouth. I sucked harder, unwilling to break that hold. As her fingernails dug into my ass cheeks, my own orgasm broke through me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I could see Blake sitting in the chair with his legs wide apart, two hands rubbing up and down his firm length.
Mary flopped down onto the bed next to me, giggling and panting. I rolled away from her, lust heating my whole body and clouding my vision. The image of Blake touching himself was like the hit of a drug, and suddenly, all I wanted was him. I was thirsty for him in a way that drove me mad. I wanted him inside me. I needed him inside me. I crawled across the room to Blake, stopping between his legs, and placed my mouth around his hardness. He cried a long, anguished moan.
“Hey. Did I say I was finished with you yet?” Mary whispered from behind me.
I ignored her. I kept sliding my mouth up and down Blake, feeling the forms and shapes of him, the way he throbbed in my mouth, too blinded by passion to stop. I was determined to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
Mary smacked my ass, then lifted my hips. Her hand cupped my crotch, holding me firmly there in the small bowl of her palm, massaging the pleasured swollen flesh. Her fingertips tickled against my skin, then she had her fingers inside of me, first one, then more, pushing harder and deeper than I imagined possible. I could feel her filling me, pumping against my wet flesh, inside and out.
Her second hand gently stroked down my back, down farther, spreading my ass apart. I could feel her fingers exploring every slippery part of my tender skin, gently pressing against my bottom then sliding inside. So lost in lust, I would have let her do anything to me, touch me anywhere. I felt fearless, dirty, and entirely enthralled.
Between Mary behind me and Blake inside my mouth, the sensation of being filled entirely, pressed to bursting, made my whole body thrum with an unrelenting need for more. I arched my hips up, trying to fill myself with Mary’s hands at the same time as swallowing down farther over Blake. I wanted to push them both as far as I could push them inside me, as though that would ease that madness of desire that pulsed through me.
Mary thrust into me with the force of her whole arm, shaking my entire body and making me cry out each time. Deep, sobbing moans hummed against Blake’s hardness in my mouth, and I heard him cry out as well.
“Stop!” Blake let out a rough, growling grunt.
He put his hands under my shoulders and lifted me off him and away from Mary.
For a moment I froze, stunned, worried I’d done something wrong.
But fire burned in his eyes when he looked down at me.
In one smooth movement, he threw me onto my back on the bed, then drove into me so hard I screamed. There were no warm-up or gentle strokes, and none were needed. The immediate and satisfying deep penetration was exactly what I wanted and needed.
His body slammed against mine, the force pushing me up the bed in an uncontrolled frenzy of passion. He filled me all the way, filled me in a way Mary had been unable to do. He filled my every yearning and longing and need. I knew, knew, that this was just a passing moment but all I wanted then was Blake, was this feeling of wholeness and completion and blind ple
asure.
His mouth slanted over mine, kissing me with fierce desperation, and the weight of his body pressed me deeper into the mattress. His hands held my wrists above my head and Mary slapped his ass, a gleeful look on her face every time he drove into me.
She fell over onto the mattress beside us, her fingers working against her own flesh. In the blurry haze of pleasure and sex, I could see Blake staring at me. Only at me. Even when Mary cried out, her legs jerking and writhing beside us.
Blake’s teeth imbedded into his bottom lip, and his blue eyes stared right into my soul. A huge orgasm burst out of me, tore through me, and left me sobbing and shaking.
We three lay together, a tangle of limbs, mouths, and organs. A pile of need and desire, sweat and sex. It was what I had craved for so long—dirty and forbidden, and so right I couldn’t bear to think any longer. All I could do was respond to each touch, every movement and every whispered word.
It was the sexiest thing I had ever done. Right then, in that moment, I felt more alive than I ever had.
Chapter Twenty-One
Blake
Georgina was sound asleep. She lay on her back, her eyelashes falling perfectly across pink cheeks and her mouth so slightly open. She looked far too innocent to have just done the things she had.
Mary pulled her jeans up, shaking her hips a little from side-to-side as she did.
“Let her sleep,” she said.
I tore my gaze away from Georgina’s face. “I don’t think I could wake her up anyway.” I didn’t want to either. Most days she had dark circles under her eyes that proved she wasn’t sleeping well. She needed the kind of slumber she had found just now.
Mary looked at her watch. “I need a ride back.”
It was after three. A taxi would come, but that might take an hour or more around here. I wanted her gone. I wanted to lie down beside Georgina and hold her close. “I’ll take you. Let me put on some clothes.”
