by Scott Wylder
Benjamin grunted and shifted in his seat. “Or not.” He laughed and looked at Glenda.
They leaned in and kissed quickly.
Laughing uneasily, Evan wished his erection would subside so he could escape the inevitable. But then it was too late. Benjamin shifted again and gripped his fork so hard that his knuckles turned white.
Glenda let a tiny moan escape. “This food is just delicious, don’t you think, Evan?”
Evan gaped at her.
Benjamin was otherwise occupied.
Evan nodded. “Yeah. Really good.”
Benjamin relaxed and let out a pent-up breath. Glenda’s arm ceased to move and then returned to her lap. She grinned at Evan, inviting him with her eyes.
Benjamin said, “Damn. Dropped gravy on my lap.” He scooted back slightly and grabbed his napkin.
“Oh, no! Here, let me help, baby.” Glenda took the napkin and set to work.
Was she cleaning off his dick? Was she still playing with it? Ben shuddered several times and then snatched the napkin from her.
“I’ll finish. You’re killing me.”
As he finished whatever was going on, his attention was strictly in his lap. Glenda moved so that he couldn’t see her in his peripheral vision and tugged the neckline of her dress until her right nipple was exposed.
Evan couldn’t look away as she tweaked her nipple to a hard little bud. The whole thing lasted maybe four seconds, but it was burned into Evan’s brain where he could play it in loop infinitely.
Ben looked up at Evan and said, “You all right, buddy? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
It was just business as usual with him now. The napkin had disappeared. Evan thought it was probably lying in the floor.
“Fine. Fine. I just developed a bit of a headache suddenly.” Evan rubbed at his temples.
Had she just come on to him so openly? Was Ben so oblivious that he really hadn’t noticed anything? Was this a setup to test his loyalty? Or, was it a performance to test his level of kink? Were they trying to see if he was okay with this behavior?
Many questions and absolutely no solid answers.
Chapter 4
(Evan)
The trio exited the restaurant through the front, main entrance. Evan had stuffed his hands into his pockets to offset the obvious bulge. Glenda, walking between the two men, laced her arm through Evan’s, but he left his hand in his pocket. Her skin was like silk against his arm.
Halfway to his car, Evan unlaced Glenda’s arm from his. “Thank you both for the dinner invite. I had a good time.”
He certainly had a good time. Too good of a time. He felt like a voyeuristic perv.
Glenda immediately turned to him and tiptoed to give him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for coming. I’m glad I got to know you; Benji’s always talking about you, you know.” She stepped back, smiling.
Had she felt his hardness against her lower belly? Evan had certainly noticed the movement of her lower belly on his erection. It had been hell to keep from grinding it into her as she pressed her tits against his chest and rubbed her belly along his cock.
Benjamin shook Evan’s hand. “You should really reconsider and come over. Bring Jess if you want. Trust me; it’ll be a night to remember.” His grin was somehow off; not the usual rakish grin.
Unable to determine the exact meanings of their actions or their words, Evan looked to his feet for a moment, rocked on his heels, and shook his head. “Nah. Man, I best get on with the night. Jessica’s not much for visiting.”
Benjamin nodded and made his eyes big. “Oh, so is Jess like your steady now?”
“No. Why would you think that?” Evan knew he’d answered a bit too quickly and a bit too sharply, but it was done now.
“Just…I don’t know. Maybe because you usually don’t care what your current night’s girl thinks about anything as long as she puts out?” Ben looked at Glenda and chuckled shortly.
“What are you now? My priest?” Evan snorted and shook his head as he pulled the car keys from his pocket.
“Nope. Just saying.” Ben fell silent.
Glenda asked, “Are you planning on having a steady anytime soon?”
The expression on her face told him that she was asking for her own nefarious reasons and that he might like those reasons.
“Not me.” Evan eyed her appreciatively, ignoring the fact that Ben was still standing there and that he was seeing the exchange.
“Good to know. Bye, now.” She raised her fingers in a wave and ushered Ben off toward their car.
Glad to be shed of them, Evan finally took his other hand out of his pocket and walked briskly to his car. Sliding under the steering wheel, his erection still in place, Evan grunted and slammed his door closed.
Pulling out into the light traffic, Evan grew angry. He was green with envy and that made him even angrier. What right did Ben have to rub Glenda in his face like that? What the hell was so much better about Ben? And, why the hell hadn’t any of Evan’s girlfriends ever given him a hand-job in public like that? Or, at least tried to?
Giving Ben and Glenda time to get back to the apartment, Evan drove around the city to kill time. He’d never had plans with Jessica or anyone else tonight. He couldn’t just drive straight home and risk running into the happy, sexy couple with no date of his own, though. That would almost certainly lead to another invitation to join them and he didn’t want that either. He wanted to get laid. His erection wouldn’t go completely away and neither would the images from his dinner date with Ben and Glenda.
She was almost perfect. Evan put the almost in there because surely the woman had some major flaw that he just hadn’t noticed yet. No way would Ben have the luck to find a woman who was perfect.
Half an hour later, Evan turned his car toward home and began dialing numbers from his list again. Still there was no luck. How could a man have a list of booty calls so long and still not get laid? Growing furious, he flung his cell phone into the passenger’s floorboard and hit the steering wheel with both palms.
Why couldn’t he get Glenda out of his head?
Taking every precaution, and feeling like a teenager sneaking back into the house after curfew, Evan made his way back to his apartment and shut the door behind him very gently. He didn’t hear the television from Ben’s apartment through the wall in his kitchen. Were he and Glenda even there? The car had been in its usual darkened spot, so they must be somewhere.
Evan stripped to his underwear and flopped on his couch with the television remote, but hesitated. His erection pushed against the fabric of his shorts. He hadn’t retired for the evening with a hard on since he was a teenager.
Closing his eyes, Evan relaxed and tried to think about anything that would make it go away. Baseball, cold water, babies crying, deadlines at work. Images of Glenda kept bullying into his mind. Her full, pouty lips; the clingy fabric of her dress; her bare breasts; her brazen hand-job.
Evan groaned, threw the remote to the recliner, and stood. The room was dark save one small lamp in the corner. He went to the kitchen to forage through the fridge for a snack. Just as he bent to retrieve a beer from the fridge, he heard Glenda’s unmistakable giggle from Ben’s apartment.
Leaning against the wall, Evan listened and sipped at his beer. He could almost make out what they were saying. The kitchen was dark and the wall was cool under his heated skin. Evan closed his eyes and pressed his ear against the wall.
Evan’s kitchen butted up to Ben’s bathroom. Beyond Ben’s bathroom was Ben’s bedroom. That’s apparently where the couple was holed up for the evening. As he listened, the bathroom door opened and Ben and Glenda’s laughter was much louder. He could make out what they were saying now—which wasn’t much; just enough for Evan to know that they were making out heavily.
After about three minutes of this up-close listening, the couple became more serious. And, Evan became hornier. Stepping out of his shorts, Evan stroked his cock and nearly moaned. That monste
r had been begging for attention all evening and Evan was going to give it. He didn’t need a woman tonight; he could manage himself.
Within seconds, he was ready to climax, but was enjoying the sensations too much to come. He teased his cock for a few minutes, visualizing Glenda naked and on her knees. He’d face-fuck her in a heartbeat if she were in his kitchen at that moment.
He imagined those soft, dewy lips stroking his cock. The sounds from the other apartment were becoming more and more frantic by the second.
Evan stroked harder and held the image in his mind of Glenda kneeling before him, mouth open, waiting for his load.
As she climaxed on the other side of the wall, Evan came. Panting, he leaned against the wall and listened as Ben had his own climax.
Glenda moaned and said, “I love it when you come, baby. Come for me.”
Then someone who was not Ben answered, “You know I like to hold out as long as I can.”
Ben replied, “Yeah I try that too, but damn! I couldn’t take any more. Come on, man, get your fill so we can clean up before Evan was to show up.”
“All right. Party pooper. That’s it, baby, stroke my cock with those beautiful fat lips.”
It was a good thing that Evan was already leaning on the wall or he might have fallen over. They were having a threesome over there. He had been right when he thought they were trying to invite him over for an orgy.
The other man finally came—from the sound of it, he came in her mouth, too. Exactly what Evan had been fantasizing about.
In the shower, Evan washed off quickly as he cursed himself for a fool. Why had he forced himself to settle for jacking off? Maybe Ben did have the perfect woman. She was kinky as hell apparently and would allow damn near anything when it came to sex.
As he lay naked in bed, another hard-on creeping up on him as he dozed, Evan decided that he was tired of everyone else having good fortune. He would take good fortune wherever he found it from then on.
Benjamin had Glenda but soon Evan would have her. He would own her.
Chapter 5
(Evan)
Promptly at midnight, Glenda left Benjamin’s apartment. Evan listened to the door close and the locks engage. In the silence, it wasn’t difficult to hear even in his bedroom. A self-satisfied found a home on his face as he lay naked in his bed, relishing the cool air from the ceiling fan on his skin.
They weren’t the only ones who could be freaky with sex. Not by a long shot. Dozing toward heavy sleep, Evan began to plan his own freaky sex. He would make sure that Glenda and Ben had a front row seat for the event.
The next day, Evan woke with a raging need for sex. It was late when he woke up, but it was Saturday and he had no intentions of working over the weekends—that’s when he could delve into his own world of sordid sex, if that’s what he wanted to do. This weekend, that’s exactly what he wanted to do.
By noon, he had planned a hookup with Jessica and Nina. They were the freakiest of his booty calls and never said no to a threesome. With that planned for late afternoon, Evan set out to discover whether Ben and Glenda would be home around the same time. He wanted them to hear him and his women through the walls; wanted them to be green with envy; wanted them to be aroused by the sounds and images their brains imagined to go along with the sounds.
Evan’s living room and Ben’s kitchen were butted together. The living room would be the stage for his sexual escapade—even if Ben and Glenda would not be home. Evan intended to fully enjoy the attention of the two women no matter what else was going on. Glenda had sparked a fire in him the night before that wouldn’t remain doused for long and if she wasn’t going to damp that fire, he would find someone else to do it.
Stepping out of his apartment, Evan was surprised to come face to face with Benjamin.
“Damn, man! I was just coming to ask if you wanted to come over for dinner in tonight. Glenda insisted that we get together again soon. I think she likes you.” Ben playfully punched Evan’s shoulder.
“Really? Wow. I don’t know; I’ll have to think about it and let you know. Are you two going to be in a little later?” Evan smiled, though he really wanted to knock Ben on his ass.
“Sure. She should be here in about an hour.” Ben took a step backward, toward his apartment door. “So, you’ll let us know in a bit?”
“For sure. Give me a couple hours. I have some things to run out and do first.” He turned toward the other end of the corridor.
“We’ll be waiting.” Ben disappeared into his place and shut the door.
Evan stopped walking toward the elevators and turned back into his own place and shut the door quietly.
Jessica and Nina would be there in a couple hours and then the fun would begin in earnest. Especially now that he knew Glenda would be there to hear. Afterward, he would go over and visit with them, maybe. He really wanted to see their expressions after hearing him and the two women in the throes of passion.
Evan was naked when the doorbell sounded. Semi-hard, he answered the door without looking through the peephole. He was only expecting them—and he’d been ready for a while, hence the erection.
Pulling the door wide, Evan stood naked and looking at a very shocked Glenda. Shocked, Evan managed to act almost normal. He was very comfortable being naked in front of women, but this wasn’t the woman he was expecting.
Glenda gawked at him awkwardly for a moment and then met his eyes. “Um, I was just coming to ask if you were coming to dinner so I know how much food to prepare, but I see you’re busy. I’ll come back later.” But she made no move to turn away. Brazenly, she looked at his cock and smiled as she put her hand to her chest.
“Oh, I plan on coming all right. Jessica and Nina will see to that in just a few minutes, I’m sure. As for dinner, you can count me in. What time? Five? Six?” Evan flexed his cock and crossed his arms over his chest, grinning wickedly at her, delighted with her reaction.
Flushing red, she said, “Oh! You have…women coming over?”
He nodded. “Coming over my cock hopefully.” He tensed again, loving the freedom of nudity and wallowing in her attention.
Her shock melted into a sinful smile before his eyes. Glancing toward Ben’s apartment, she leaned toward the door and for a split second, Evan thought she was going to touch him, take his cock in her hand and do to him what she had done to Ben at the restaurant. He uncrossed his arms and took half a step toward the open doorway in anticipation.
“I knew there was a reason I liked you so much, Evan.” Her voice was low and conspiratorial. She took another small step forward, eyes on his manhood and a small smile on her face.
Why did she stop short of taking him in-hand? He was harder than ever. Should he invite her in to party with Jessica and Nina? He couldn’t speak. Flexing his stiff member again, he willed her silently to take the initiative.
Instead, she sucked air in sharply and said, “You’re such a bad, bad boy, Evan. Maybe one day.” She pointed toward his cock and nodded. “One day.”
Without thinking, he said, “Today is one day. If you want it to be, that is.”
Seeming to consider this, she eyed him up and down. He let her. He liked it. She was giving him all her attention instead of giving it to Ben. That stoked his ego.
A muted ding! sounded down the hall and Glenda’s head jerked in that direction. Evan leaned to poke his head around the doorjamb and saw Jessica and Nina step off the elevator.
“I bet that’s your party coming now.” She grinned and looked at his cock again, grunting with approval. “Another day. I’ll tell Benji you’re coming for dinner. Six.” She turned on her heel, walking swiftly back to Ben’s apartment.
Evan welcomed Jessica and Nina with open arms and a hard dick. They were delighted and the episode in the living room was loud, proud, and satisfying. Jessica had been in her dirty-talk mood and Evan had encouraged it, hoping that Benjamin would hear it and become jealous. What man wouldn’t want two women begging for his cock?
; The women left and Evan set about trying to straighten up the living room before he took a shower.
Dinner would be so much fun. He could barely remain in his own apartment until six. He definitely didn’t want to seem too eager or too pleased with himself, but he fully intended to rub it in by sharing stories with them—especially Glenda—as she had done at the restaurant. His curiosity was piqued and he had to know just how far he could get with her and how far Ben would allow him to go with her.
Chapter 6
(Glenda)
It had taken a few days to get Benji to agree to invite Evan over for dinner, but Glenda was glad she had kept after him to do it. She liked Evan. She liked him a lot, actually. The love she had for Benji was strong, steady, and nearly unconditional, but she lusted for Evan. And secretly, so did Benji. Although his lust for Evan was different; it wasn’t sexual.
Benji lusted for Evan’s attention. That Evan was so envious of everything Benji had made it that much more necessary. Evan’s jealousy stoked Benji’s ego.
It’s not like she and Benji hadn’t had threesomes before. They’d done it several times. They’d even participated in orgies. But Glenda wondered if it would be a problem this time because of the men’s friendship.
And the fact that Evan didn’t know they were wanting him to join them for a threesome might hamper the situation a bit; make it awkward at the very least. In the beginning, anyway.
Seeing Evan naked at his door earlier had taken Glenda by surprise. She never expected Evan to be so…so…bold. His body had been hard in all the right places, too.
Glenda nibbled at the side of her thumb as she recalled the image of him. Benji had gone to shower and start dinner, leaving Glenda to her own thoughts in the living room. She couldn’t wait to get Evan naked and have him inside her—hopefully later the same day. The two women who’d entered the apartment might wear him out, but somehow, Glenda doubted he’d have too much trouble getting it up again later.
