She Does It His Way

by Jasmine Chaletra

  A look of relief took Kyle’s face and he headed for the door.

  The door opened and my roommate, Anna, walked in.

  “Hello Kyle!” she said with surprise. “What brings you here?”

  “Hello Anna,” he said in a bright tone to his savior. “I was in the neighborhood and decided to swing by.”

  “Cool!” Anna said, putting her book-bag down. “I am free right now and I would love to hangout.”

  A genuine sting of disappointment took Kyle’s face. “I’m sorry Anna, I was just stopping by. I really have to get going. Got a test to study for, ya know?”

  “I hear ya there,” Anna said with a sympathetic eye-roll. “I swear these professors must think we’re machines. I got three papers due next week. Can you believe that shit?”

  Kyle shrugged. “What can you do? Anyway, take care Anna.”

  They gave each other a friendly hug and Kyle left the room.

  I left my room at quarter to nine. Anna wouldn’t stop pelting me with questions, despite the fact that I sent every possible signal that I didn’t want to talk about it. It’s not that I didn’t like Anna. We may have run in different circles, but we had plenty of ‘roomie nights’ where we would watch Netflix, eat popcorn, drink wine, and talk about whatever was on our mind, which was usually school and boys. Anna was the perfect picture of a hopeless romantic. The small bookcase just above her desk was filled end-to-end with various novels by Nicholas Sparks, John Green, and even Stephanie Meyer. We had numerous debates about whether or not the Twilight series was any good. I would point out the fact that it was simply pandering drivel penned by a woman who knew nothing of real human emotion and she would counter by saying that the love triangle between Bella, Edward, and Jacob made for a moving and epic fantasy-romance. We would agree to disagree and both go back to discussing whatever we were talking about. I didn’t want to tell Anna about my own real life romantic conundrum, because I simply didn’t know how it would all turn out. That was the tragic difference between real life and a novel; there was never a happy ending that left all parties satisfied.

  The clouds parted and I noticed a clear summer moon hanging in the night sky. I stopped for a moment to admire the lesser of the Earth’s two big lights and to gather my thoughts. I knew what Kyle wanted and I could understand why. In many ways, we were perfect for each other. We both pushed each other to be better and in the process found out things about ourselves that we didn’t even know existed. My mind immediately shifted to Jim. He was sweet and loyal and with him I knew that I had nothing to fear. It was something that no other man, not even Kyle could provide. My heart grew heavy and my steps became labored. I was rapidly approaching a crossroads in my life where I would have to pick one or the other and I didn’t think I could make that choice. Life was cruel that way. While Anna thirsted for a decent guy to call her own, I had two wonderful people who I knew would love me passionately for the rest of my days.

  I came to a full-stop and began to rethink my situation when I saw the big hand on the campus clock tower strike five ‘til. I uttered a four-letter curse and continued on my way at a brisk walk. Kyle’s dorm building came into view and I went through the double doors.

  The elevator ride up to Kyle’s room had not swayed my fears a single iota. I knew what Kyle wanted and why he was inviting me to his dorm room. In that solitary climb to the fifth floor, I made up my mind: the dice would fall as they would. I tried to number the odds that I would simply tell Kyle that I wasn’t interested in any kind of relationship and for the first time in my life, the numbers failed me. This choice was so debilitating that even my precious math could not bail me out.

  The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. I took a deep breath and stepped into the poorly lit hallway. After a few paces, I stopped at room 507. Kyle’s room.

  I knocked once.

  The door swung open and the first thing I noticed was the darkness. Kyle was definitely a creature of the night and preferred shadows to daylight, but this was a little much, even for him.

  “Kyle?” I said into the blackness.

  “Come in,” Kyle beckoned, somewhere beyond my sight.

  I did as he instructed and closed the door behind me. The room enveloped me in its natural darkness and I immediately grew uncomfortable. I began searching for the light switch and was stopped by a pair of hands that came around my waist.

  “Kyle?” I said, somewhat alarmed.

  “Shhhh,” he said. “I just want it to be like this for a little bit. No light. No sound. Just the feel of us against each other.”

  Chapter 3

  His hands reached past my waistband and into my panties. My uncertainty withered away and was replaced by potent desire. The fingers began caressing my womanhood and I became wet at the touch. I didn’t bother reciprocating the action. I was in Kyle’s world now, and I knew that it would guide me through this passion. The warm digits worked their way inside me and I stopped thinking. I let go completely and abandoned any thought of remorse or guilt. In that moment, he had me.

  I felt warm breath sweep the back of my neck and a pair of lips appeared next to my ear.

  “I love you, Sarah.”

  Shock took my entire being. I knew that voice. That tender, sweet voice that had whispered sweet-nothings into my ear. That voice that always made it a priority to see me after every single one of his games. The name seemed to flow right out of my lips, “Jim.”

  The lights came on and nearly blinded me. As I rubbed my eyes, I cursed myself for being so incredibly foolish and so arrogant as to think that I could have my cake and eat it to. Why couldn’t I have just picked one and been happy? I lectured myself. Why did I spend so much time ducking the issue? Then I found a new sensation top the que of my emotional freefall: Anger. Had this been some kind of perverted sting operation? If so, why hadn’t Jim just told me he wanted to break up? This had violated every trust and every impression I had of both of the men I loved.

  My vision returned, slowly but surely. Jim was standing right next to Kyle. Jim, now fully showered and changed, had a red muscle shirt on and a pair of athletic shorts. His blonde mop-top had regained its full curliness without a trace of product, save the standard shampoo and conditioner. Kyle stood there in the same outfit as before, sans hoodie. However it was not their wardrobe or hair I was drawn to, but their faces. I fully expected looks of righteous indignation or even heartbreak, but as bad as the first shock was, it paled in comparison to what I was feeling at that moment.

  They were smiling. The sons of bitches were actually smiling.

  “Do you think we should tell her?” Jim asked.

  “Tell me what?” I asked, barely containing my rage.

  “I dunno. Actions speak louder than words,” Kyle responded.

  “What are you talking about?” I demanded.

  “You’re right,” Jim said. “She might not believe it otherwise.

  I was about to blow my lid. There was a vicious rant that was about to be laid against the two perverts in front of me. I was going to denounce them and make no less than a hundred threats of what would happen if they dared told anyone.

  Then, something unexpected happened.

  Kyle and Jim faced each other, came in close, and began making out.

  Every drop of anger that had gathered into my emotional vat had evaporated and was replaced by a fifty-fifty divide between shock and arousal. That’s when the truth fell on top of me like a cartoon anvil. The two men that I loved, not only loved me, but loved each other.

  They parted lips and turned to me. “We love you both,” Kyle said. “And neither of us wanted to give you up.” Kyle paused in a rare loss for words.

  “Can this work?” Jim pleaded, the hope beaming out of his eyes.

  I approached both of them and placed a hand on both of their cheeks. “This is something that I could’ve never even begun to hope for.” I held back tears of pure joy.

  We met lips all at once, each of us basking in the re
velatory jubilee. Jim wrapped his arms around the both of us and began alternating long kisses between Kyle and me. When he went back to Kyle, I began to lick and bite small patches of the tight skin on his neck. We stayed like that for some time until Kyle went to his knees. Kyle pulled down Jim’s shorts and boxers. Kyle wrapped his lips around Jim’s circumcised cock and began to rock his head, back and forth.

  Jim moaned with pleasure as we continued to make out. Jim placed both of his hands around my buttocks and squeezed. He bit my lower lip with satisfaction as he got two handfuls of my supple ass.

  I dropped to my knees and without a word, Kyle took my previous position. Jim’s rock-hard cock shimmered in the room’s bright lights. His granite member was dripping with saliva and pre-ejaculate. I had to hand it to Kyle, he knew how to give a good blowjob. I stuck Jim’s cock into my mouth and ran my tongue past his head and around his shaft. The palpable taste of hot flesh filled my mouth and I could feel my panties get even wetter. A wail of pleasure from Jim told me that I was hitting the sweet spot, and so I continued.

  “Fuck!” Jim shouted. “Aww, that feels awesome.”

  I went faster and harder. My tongue curled up around his cock in earnest and I felt it go deeper and deeper into my throat. I began gagging and choking on his massive dick. I came up for air, and Kyle immediately seized me in his arms. He took me aside and ripped off my shirt. Taking his hint, I slid off my pants. As he undid my bra, I took my panties off.

  Not wanting to be the only one fully clothed, Kyle quickly stripped down to his briefs and a second later, those followed. Jim took off his shirt and the three of us paused to get a good look at each other. It was a good thing for Jim, who looked like he was about two seconds from cuming after me and Kyle’s great headwork. Jim stood there with his dick hard and wet. His body was a masterpiece of perfectly toned athletic machinery. There were some patches of blonde hair smattered around his cock, chest and navel. Kyle was skinny, yet slightly cut around his abs. His uncut dick was fully hardened and primed for action. We stood there, checking out who would make the first move. Kyle headed into my direction and instinctively, I fell back upon Kyle’s bed. He put one hand on my shoulder and with the other grabbed a handful of my sandy hair.

  Kyle looked me straight in the eyes and thrust his cock inside my wet flower.

  “Oh God!” I shouted as he stretched out my sides and sank deeper and deeper inside.

  Just as Kyle was about to say something, he went cross-eyed and gave a thunderous scream.

  Jim’s head appeared over his shoulder and the football player sank his teeth into Kyle’s right ear. I cocked my head slightly and my jaw dropped. Jim had buried his mammoth cock tip-to-balls into Kyle’s tight little ass. Just as I was about to say something, Kyle trusted deeper inside me and pleasurable heat spread to every inch of my body. I let out a joyous cry, followed shortly by a moan from Kyle.

  With each thrust Kyle seemed to go deeper and deeper inside my body. I was loving every single nanosecond more than the last. My arms shot out and I took handfuls of the sheets on Kyle’s bed. I held on for dear life, if not for sanity’s sake as Kyle repeated the same thrusting motion, gaining more and more ground. With each insertion, I felt the moment coming closer and closer. Like a hunted animal evading capture, my climax seemed to be retreating further and further away, passing every limit I thought that I had.

  Jim’s body coalesced around Kyle. The starting fullback took Kyle by his pecs and began rubbing his nipples. Kyle howled in pure ecstasy as Jim put his full weight into each and every thrust. The hot friction spread and I could feel the momentum of both men go deeper and deeper inside my soaking pussy. Their combined work left me paralyzed on the bed. All I could do was lay there and take their gratuitous lovemaking. I could feel the end in sight. There was a light at the end of the tunnel and the three of us had just stepped onto the direct express to pound town. Jim took over as the full engine of the motions and put everything he had into the herculean effort of pleasing both me and Kyle. Kyle happily resigned the task to Jim and let the star athlete push himself into his ass and, as a direct result of the laws of motion, drive Kyle’s long uncut cock deeper into my pussy. It was like a hot knife cutting through butter.

  With the climax evident, I summoned a strength that I didn’t know I had and pushed myself closer to Kyle. I felt our nipples touch and then it happened. A flare of ecstasy the likes of which the world had never seen and hasn’t seen since. The massive climax was a single, synchronized, event. We all screamed at such a loud volume and high-pitch, I was surprised we didn’t wake the whole damn campus. It was like the massive ending to a series of fireworks, loud explosions which felt like it rocked the entire room and building to its very foundations.

  Kyle pulled out prematurely and blasted half of his hot, pearly semen all over my belly and breasts. It was the most cum that I had ever seen in my entire life, and that wasn’t even counting the generous amount that was soaking my snatch.

  We collectively fell onto the bed and instantly turned into a mass of exhausted limbs and deep breaths. I peered over at Kyle’s ass and was amazed by the gush of cum that was streaming out of his asshole.

  “I can’t move,” Kyle whimpered. He cocked his head toward Jim. “I think you just crippled me.”

  “Right back at you,” Jim exhaled. Sweat was pouring down his face and chest. “That was the best thing I think I’ve ever done.”

  There were no more words for a while. We shared the satisfied silence together, with the only noise being our shared breathing.

  Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

  We all looked at each other with fearful glances.

  “Kyle?” Jim asked. “Is that your ro─”

  “No,” Kyle dismissed. “He’s on a road trip. Besides, if it was, he wouldn’t have bothered knocking.”

  There was another knock. “Res life.”

  Despite Kyle’s stated paralysis, he got to his feet and instructed us to hide under the covers. RAs were notorious gossips. Kyle put on a robe and headed straight for the door. Jim pulled the cover over our heads and we cuddled up into each other’s arms.

  Jim had the biggest smile on his face that I had ever seen.

  I instantly thought of a dozen questions to ask my boyfriend. How long had he been seeing Kyle? When did he find out about me and Kyle’s Saturday night? Whose idea was it to have this special gathering?

  With one look into Jim’s beautiful eyes, the curiosity melted away. It didn’t matter how we had gotten here and how this had all happened and even if it did, why ruin a good thing?

  As if sensing my feelings, Jim pulled me close. Once again, I felt secure in his strong arms. There was no more fear or anxiety and no worry about having to make a choice. The crossroads had turned out to be a single glorious highway into what would surely be a wonderful and fulfilling future with two of the world’s greatest men at my side.

  I heard the door close and Kyle crawled into bed with us.

  “What did she say?” I asked.

  Kyle grinned. “She told us to keep the noise down.”

  We threw back our heads and laughed.

  STORY THREE

  Chapter 1

  Riley set her drink down and met Paul’s gaze. He had been staring since she said it, and she could only fake a sip for so long.

  “You don’t have to say anything right now, but just think about it?” Her face burned as she summoned the bartender back over to get another martini. Paul remained silent as she covered her mouth with a hand. Her blue eyes skated across his face, never meeting his.

  “Riley,” Paul said, holding back a huge sigh from the tone of his voice, “I already told you. You can ask me anything you want. The worst that I can do is say no.”

  “But I really, really, really, really do not want you to say no.” Abandoning her martini, Riley clasped her fiancé’s hands in hers. “I know it might seem a bit weird, but I think we should give it a try.”

  One of P
aul’s hands freed itself from hers to give her nose a tweak. “I just can’t believe you waited until we were out in public to ask. That’s not like you at all.”

  “Believe me,” Riley said, “I needed to get a bit drunk before I’d believe it was even possible. But Mark is only going to be in town for a few days, and I wanted to be sure that I had your blessing before bothering to think about it any more seriously.”

  “My blessing? Is this the forties?” Paul laughed. With a quick squeeze of Riley’s hand, he returned his attention to his beer and the game on behind the bar. “We can talk about it more when we get back home.”

  Riley leaned back, placing a finger on the rim of her glass as she continued to blush and muse about the prospect of having sex with their childhood friend.

  Riley and Paul had both been born in Rockport. They grew up there and went to school there. It’s where Riley buried her father’s mother and where she intended to raise any children that she might have. It’s where, a few months before, Paul had finally proposed to her. She looked over the profile of his face as he sipped his beer. It was a good face. Riley remembered, before she ever had feelings for the man, she loved the curve at the edge of his mouth, the small furrow between his brows. She could remember the wrinkles begin to appear at the corners of his brown eyes, laugh lines betraying the age of his otherwise youthful face. His dark hair had long since started showing scattered grays, but he dyed them away. She smiled into her martini at his vanity, endeared by it all over again.

  In a town like Rockport, where no one comes or leaves, where nothing changes and nothing happens except the cattle passing through, Mark had been a welcome change for both Paul and Riley back in high school. His parents had come to town looking for work, and Mark had been their sullen child, pulled along with. He hadn’t opened up easily, but he and Paul became chem lab partners, and then friends without much added effort. By the time Riley and Paul had started dating, he and Mark were best friends, and almost inseparable. They had made many memories together in the short years that they got, a small relief from the goldfish bowl lifestyle that Rockport seemed to produce.