Only You (A MFM Ménage Romance)

by Vivian Ward

  Mason: Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to hang out at our place tonight.

  Within a half hour, I jump in the shower after Lucas, and we head off to see my dad.

  “Hey pops!” I say, walking into his room. Glancing over at us, he nods as we approach his bed. “We brought you a sandwich. Are you hungry? We can grab your wheelchair and take you down to the lunchroom.”

  He takes the sandwich from me and nods his head. His speech is slurred from the strokes he’s had, but if I listen carefully, I can usually understand what he’s saying, but he still doesn’t like to talk much.

  Last year, he had a massive stroke that paralyzed the left side of his body and affected his speech. Not only does he slur his words, but he also gets them jumbled up. The doctor diagnosed him with Alzheimer’s and dementia shortly after his last bad stroke, which only makes it that much harder to form thoughts and put them into words. He spends a lot of days frustrated and quiet, and it kills me inside.

  Lucas grabs his wheelchair while I put his slippers on him before we wheel him down to the lunch room. It’s pretty empty. Another family is visiting one of their relatives, playing a board game, and a few staff who are hanging around, setting up for lunch.

  Dad slowly unwraps his sandwich with his right hand, but he has trouble because he’s left-handed, so I help him.

  “How are you feeling today, dad?” I ask.

  His hand trembles as he brings his sandwich up to his mouth for a bite. “Like shit,” he mutters.

  Lucas and I look at each other. We both know he hates it here, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

  “Are you sick?” Lucas asks him.

  “No, I-I want to go home,” he insists. “They t-t-treat me like a ch-ch-child here.”

  “I know, dad. We’ll figure something out,” I say.

  I hate lying to him, but I don’t want him to lose hope, either. I’ve done quite a bit of research, and I’ve learned that around 50-60% of nursing home residents die within the first year. I don’t want my dad to become one of those statistics.

  He eats the rest of his sandwich, listening to Lucas and I talk about job bids and different projects that we’re currently working on. We’ve only got the weekend off, and then we have to go work on a job site for the next two weeks in Springfield, Illinois.

  Once dad’s finished with his food, we take him back to his room where we watch TV with him for a while. There’s a show on where a family just brought home a new baby. Dad’s grinning from ear to ear, he’s always loved babies.

  Using his right hand, he points to the TV and says, “Grandbaby. Soon?”

  His eyes are filled with hope, and I don’t have it in me to tell him no. I’d love nothing more than to give him a grandchild before he passes, but I don’t see how that’d be possible unless I knocked up a random woman, which isn’t going to happen.

  “Yeah, dad, soon,” I say, squeezing his hand.

  After a while, he drifts off to sleep, so Lucas and I creep out of his room, careful not to wake him.

  Chapter Seven

  Penny

  I woke up with a slight hangover this morning, but I couldn’t let it keep me down. I popped a couple of aspirin, poured myself a big glass of water, put on my headphones, and got started on my school work.

  It still feels weird to know that I’m finally going to become a nurse. I’ve always dreamed of it since I was in the third grade, and now it’s starting to become a reality.

  All afternoon, I’ve been engrossed in psychology and anatomy and physiology while jamming out to some of my favorite tunes. You know, all the good ones like Papa Roach, Staind, Shinedown, Godsmack, Bush, Nickelback, Goo Goo Dolls, Matchbox Twenty, and all the other great hits.

  Unfortunately, I had to repeat a few of the pre-requisites because I lost some of my credits when I took time off school for dumb ass Owen, but it doesn’t matter because nothing’s going to hold me back.

  When I applied for my student loans, I almost didn’t get approved but my mom came to the rescue and co-signed on them. I’m not going to let her, or myself, down.

  My eyeballs are burning from studying and taking notes, but my stomach grumbling is what ultimately makes me decide to take a break for some food. Popping some Hot Pockets into the microwave, I grab my phone to see if I have any messages, and I do! I have two of them, in fact.

  One is from Sabrina, asking me to please save her from her evil sister who’s torturing her with wedding stuff, and the other is from Mason.

  Mason: Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to hang out at our place tonight.

  Smiling, I decide whether or not I should reply. I want to, but I don’t know if I should. Last night was such a blast, but the two of them together kind of blew my mind. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever have a threesome, but damn if it wasn’t fun.

  Wondering what they’re up to today, I take my food out of the microwave and head over to the couch so I can stretch out because sitting at my desk hunched over books all day has my back aching.

  I’m about half way finished with my lunch when I decide to respond to him.

  Penny: What did you have in mind?

  Before I can finish my next bite, his response comes through; of course, I’m all smiles.

  Mason: Nothing special. I thought maybe we’d just hang out, have a few drinks, maybe watch a movie or two.

  I look over at my desk and stare at all of the books. There are so many books, but I’ve gotten over half of my work done for the weekend. Surely, I can take a night off and finish up tomorrow. It’d probably do me some good so I don’t go blind staring at all the fine print.

  Penny: Sure, that sounds good. What time did you have in mind?

  Mason: How about 8?

  Penny: Sounds good. I’ll see you guys then.

  After stuffing my face with the rest of my Hot Pockets, I wipe my hands on a napkin and bury myself in text books until it’s time for me to take a shower.

  I’m not sure what I should wear tonight. He said hangout, but what does that mean? Do I wear something revealing and slutty, or should I wear something more homey, like jeans and a t-shirt?

  Last night when I met them, I was dressed kind of slutty with heavy makeup, I don’t want to show up looking like Susie Homemaker, but I also don’t want to show up looking like a high-paid call girl who’s ready for another threesome; although, I’m not opposed to another threesome. It was so damn hot last night. I might be in my mid-twenties, but I can still call myself a college girl since I am technically enrolled. You only live once, right?

  Getting out the shower, I walk over to my closet and start sorting through clothes. I have so many that it’s insane. Picking through my wardrobe, I finally decide on a pair of skinny jeans and a red form-fitting blouse. It’s not too low cut, and it makes my boobs look good.

  Wiping the steam from the bathroom mirror, I begin blowdrying my hair so I can straighten it and start applying my makeup. I don’t want to put as much on as I did last night, but I don’t want to look like a plain Jane either, so I put on a liberal amount.

  All evening, I’ve been giddy and excited that Mason texted me, but now that I’m driving over to their house, I’m starting to get anxious. My palms are sweaty and I keep checking my makeup in the mirror as I drive even though I know it looks fine.

  Mason and Lucas are sitting on the stairs of the front porch waiting for me when I pull up. Seeing those two together gets my adrenaline going. Before I get out of the car, I wipe my palms on my jeans and nervously tuck my hair behind my ears.

  The two of them stand to greet me.

  “Good to see you again,” Lucas says.

  “Thanks, it’s good to see you guys again, too.”

  We all stand on the steps for a minute, waiting for the next person to speak until Mason finally breaks the silence and says, “Let’s go inside and grab another beer.”

  Mason leaves Lucas and me in the living room while he scores some beer from the fridge.


  “What’d you do today?” Lucas asks.

  “Studied my ass off, took a lot of notes, and started on one of my papers.”

  Mason returns with our drinks and catches the tail end of our conversation.

  “What are you writing a paper on?” He asks.

  Neither one of them look like the school type. They’re probably asking to be polite, so I spare them all of the boring details.

  “It’s for my psychology class; it’s nothing big,” I say, twisting the cap off my bottle.

  “Psychology, huh?” Mason asks, taking a swig of beer. “You hear that?” he turns to Lucas. “Beauty AND brains.”

  My cheeks heat up as I slightly blush. I’m not used to compliments, but they’re nice to hear, especially from someone as hot as Mason.

  Lucas nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, I’d have to agree with you there.” He holds up his bottle and the two of them clink them together before drinking to it.

  “What are you going to school for?” Mason asks.

  “Nursing. I just started the nursing program and am working on my LPN before I bridge over for my RN, but I lost some of my credits and have to take a few extra classes this semester.”

  Mason seems to take great interest in the fact that I’m going to school to become a nurse, and I have to admit, it surprises me quite a bit. The two of us start chatting about my classes, what type of nurse I want to be—which I still haven’t decided—and how long it’ll take me to finish school.

  Lucas is totally put off by the whole conversation and pretty much ignores us while he plays on his phone, avoiding us entirely. After a bit, he stands up and shoves his phone in his pocket as he reaches for his keys on the glass coffee table.

  “Where are you going?” Mason asks.

  “Huh? Oh, I’m going to meet up with some people. There’s a concert in The Loop. I’ll catch you guys later.”

  Mason holds up his beer, “Have a good time. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

  “See you guys later,” he says, shutting the door on his way out.

  “Did we piss him off?” I ask.

  I kind of get the feeling that maybe he’s pissed that Mason and I were getting too friendly. They share everything, and maybe he didn’t like us talking while leaving him out.

  “Nah,” Mason says. “He’s been dying to go out all day. We work our asses off all week so when we have down time, he likes to have fun instead of sitting around the house.”

  The truth in his words makes me blink twice. What if I’m keeping him here and he wants to go out? Maybe coming over tonight wasn’t such a good idea.

  “I can go if you want. I didn’t mean to keep you guys,” I offer, picking up my phone and purse.

  “What? No,” he says, pulling me back onto the couch with him. “You’re not keeping me at all. I want to get to know you better. Besides, I’m the one who invited you over, remember?”

  Smiling, I plop down next to him and put everything back on the table. “So, what do you want to do?”

  He grabs my hand and kisses the back of it, “Oh, I could think of a few things, but right now, I just want to hang out with you.”

  We look into each other’s eyes and I’ve never seen eyes as sexy and caring as his. He leans in and presses his lips against mine.

  Chapter Eight

  Mason

  Penny is the most sophisticated woman I’ve ever met. She has such a good head on her shoulders, and she’s so smart. How she’s single is beyond me, but I’m glad that she is.

  There’s something special about her, maybe it’s the fact that she is intelligent, she has ambitions and goals, and she wants more out of life.

  Breaking away from our kiss, I instantly regret the second my lips leave hers and go back for more. I could kiss her all day and spend every night with her in bed.

  Pulling her on top of me, she opens her legs, straddling me. Our hands are everywhere; my chest, her back, her breasts, and our lips are crashing into each other over and over again.

  My cock is stifled by the zipper of my jeans, begging to be free.

  This might sound stupid, but it’s been ages since I’ve made out with a woman and it’s hotter than when I was a damn teenager. Back then, I didn’t know what to do with a woman but the tide has turned, and I know exactly what to do with Penny.

  Flipping her over on the couch, I get on top of her for a brief second before standing to the side and scooping her up in my arms. She squeals and giggles, begging me not to drop her, but I wouldn’t do that in a million years. I’m too strong. Working in construction for almost a decade has helped me acquire quite a bit of muscle.

  Lying her on the bed, I watch her dark locks fan across the pillow as she works on unbuttoning her pants, but I don’t give her time to take off her pants. I grab the waist of them and yank them down, peeling them off of her in a matter of seconds.

  Exposed in her pretty pink panties, I push them to the side and immediately go down on her. Lucas and I share a lot of things, but tonight, she’s all mine, and I’m going to savor her sweet taste as long as I can.

  Grabbing hold of my hair, she pulls on it as I tease her clit, sucking, licking, and nibbling on it. Wiggling away from me, I pull her back to me. I’m not going to let her get away this easy, not for a second.

  Tongue fucking her, I reach up and cup her breasts, squeezing them in the palm of my hands. She has the most amazing tits I’ve ever seen. They’re so full and perfect, and not fake. I’ve never been a fan of fake boobs. I want them real and soft, and movable.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whispers, attempting to close her legs as she squirms away from me.

  Smiling, I can feel her thighs tightening around my head as her clit swells in my mouth. Increasing the pressure, I flick her clit with my tongue faster and harder, pushing my finger deeper inside her as I curl it to hit her G-spot.

  Her hands clench the bedsheets, gripping them for dear life as her back arches and her thighs clamp shut against my head, threatening to squeeze my brain out of my ears while she moans. Coming on my face, I continue a steady rhythm as I feel her swollen clit throbbing from her orgasm, pulsing with each wave that washes over her.

  When she can’t take it any longer, I ease up the pressure and slowly join her at the top of the bed.

  “Come here,” she says, turning toward me as she pulls my head to her for a kiss. “I want to taste myself on you.”

  Fuck! She’s so fucking hot. I’ve never had a girl ask to taste herself on me, but I eagerly allow her to do so because no one should be this greedy with a flavor like hers.

  Kissing passionately, my hands roam her body, stripping her of all of her clothes while she removes mine in return. Our bodies are pressed against each other as we cling to one another, both needy and my cock begging to be inside of her again.

  She breaks our kiss and pulls her hair away from her face, using her fist as a ponytail as she leans over and puts my cock in her mouth. Her warm, soft mouth takes in my entire length, sliding my tip past her tonsils and down her throat. Covetously sucking my cock, I can feel the muscles in her throat working my shaft. It’s nothing like anything I’ve ever felt before, and I want to come, but I do everything I cannot to so that I don’t waste the opportunity to be inside of her.

  My hands guide her head up and down as she takes gasps of air, ravenously working my cock. I think about everything: hockey, football, wrestling, anything but how amazing her mouth feels. With a loud pop, she pulls my cock out of her mouth, long strands of saliva and spit still connected to my cock when I grab her and pull her on top of me.

  “Come here,” I growl. “I need to be inside of you.”

  Reaching between her thighs, she grabs my manhood and slowly starts rubbing the tip against her clit, teasing both of us. It’s insanely ridiculous how good she is at teasing me, and it makes me want her that much more.

  “I didn’t say anything last night,” she says, pulling her hair back from her face once again. “But I’m on
birth control. You don’t have to wear a condom unless you want to. I’m completely clean.”

  Lucas and I always wear condoms when we hook up with random women because there’s too much shit out there that’s easy to catch, but I believe her when she says she’s clean.

  Putting my hand over hers, I move my cock and line it up with her entrance. “Are you sure?” I ask, applying a bit of pressure to her. Two of us can play this teasing game.

  “Oh, my god, yes!” she cries out, allowing herself to sink down on top of me.

  She feels so much better without the condom. Being inside of her bareback is hotter than it has any right to be. Raising my hips off the mattress, I push myself deeper inside of her until I bottom out. I can feel her tightness stretched around my cock, and that’s when the both of us start fucking so hard that the bed frame feels like it could snap at any moment, but neither of us gives a damn.

  When I can’t take it any longer, I flip her onto her side and wrap her legs around me, fucking her from the side so I can get in deeper and get better leverage. Within minutes, we’re both moaning and grunting as we climax together.

  After we’ve both reached our peaks, she collapses against me. Both a sweaty mess, we lie tangled together, and I kiss her again as I stroke her damp hair away from her face.

  “That was so good,” she says, still panting for air.

  “Because it was with you,” I say, finally sliding out of her.

  Looking down between her legs, I can see the mixture of our cum. I’m completely leaking out of her; there’s so much cum.

  “Here,” I hand her a t-shirt, the closest thing to us, so she can clean up a bit.

  We lie in bed together, with her in my arms, as we just listen to the sound of cars passing by periodically.

  “I love this house,” she says. “It has so much original charm and beauty.”

  Looking around the house, all I see is an old city house, built around 1900. It has tall wooden doors with years of scuff marks that have skeleton key door handles, transom windows above the doorways for airflow, and most of the walls need to be redone.