I’ve never taken two guys like this before. It’s as thrilling as it is overwhelming. Thinking of feeling both of them inside me down there at the same time is making me wetter than I’ve ever been.
Luke lies on his back on the bed and pulls on my arms, “Come here, get on top of me,” he coaxes me.
“Okay,” in a simple word I give my permission to be taken, by both of them. Butterflies float through me as I slide my pussy over Luke’s girth. He grunts with approval as I tense up around him, trying to relax as Jake slides his lube covered thumb into my asshole. I twist as he expertly maneuvers his thumb, helping me get ready for what’s to come.
Below me, Luke pulls my pebbled nipple into his mouth, his fingers are laced with mine and he pulls my arms over my head as he teases me. Behind me, I can feel Jake position himself and liberally lubricate his huge cock with more of the shimmering liquid.
Jake slowly, but firmly pushes the tip of his cock between my spread ass cheeks and stops when he meets my body’s resistance. “Relax,” he rubs his hand over my ass, and I try to listen. He pushes his thick cock inside and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full.
The two men find their rhythm in fucking me, one in my ass and one in my pussy as I let the unbridled ecstasy flood my senses. I feel like I’m riding a wave of pleasure and that Luke and Jake are providing the waves. I’ve never felt anything like this before, it’s amazing.
Jake’s legs vibrate behind me as a shudder overtakes him. He fills my ass, still holding me in place as his thick seed fills me up. The sensation of his cum emptying into me drives me wild, an unexpected orgasm ripples through me making me clench my pussy tight around Luke’s cock.
Luke groans as he thrusts deep into my pussy, his cum spurting into me as I milk every last drop from him. He pulls out and collapses back onto the bed, and Jake carefully pulls free from my tight ass and lies on the other side. I join them, snuggling between each of them as they bookend me from either side. I feel so safe and warm between them, their naked bodies pressed against me.
Our panting fills the room as we struggle to gain composure. It feels like an eternity before I’m able to speak. “That was amazing.”
“We thought you might enjoy yourself.” I can feel Luke’s grin against my shoulder.
“So, what happens now? With the three of us?”
“What would you like to happen, MacKenzie?” Jake questions me, pulling me a little closer to him.
“I want to keep being with both of you,” I answer truthfully.
“Well, I don’t see why that can’t be the case,” he responds.
“We don’t mind sharing.” Luke agrees.
As we drift off into a slumber, I can’t help but think of the expression ‘friends with benefits.’ It’s supposed to be the best of both worlds, but I think I’ve done one better. Looking at each of my neighbors with benefits, I smile and let myself drift off into a deep, satisfied sleep.
THE END
3
Reel Love
Chapter 1 - Chris
I slam on the brake and let the people gathered at the crosswalk go. “Pay attention to the road,” I scold myself.
It’s hard to do. Especially after being shut down so hard by Mackenzie. Humiliation rolls like waves in my mind as the recent sting of rejection still burns in my cheeks. I hated seeing her there, sandwiched between those two jock types. My gut twists up in a knot as I think about how smug they looked.
“Figures,” I mutter to my empty car. Women are always the same. They say they want romance. They want a grand gesture. Then you show up with a boom box over your head, an incredible love song playing and an open heart bleeding on your sleeve and they decide to go with a couple of guys who just want to use her for her body.
I shake my head and pull into the parking lot alongside the park. Whatever, I’m not about to let her ruin my whole night. I pull my keys out of the ignition and grab my boom box before heading out the door.
I scan the sprawling green space before me. The grass is littered with blankets of cozy couples, some dressed up for the occasion and some not. At the front of the lawn is a huge inflatable movie screen with the first feature already playing.
Damn, I’m late! And it’s my favorite John Hughes film starting off the 80’s marathon. I edge my way up the side of the crowd, smiling down at my vintage high-tops as I step carefully around fellow movie lovers until I find an opening.
Whatever, if Mackenzie would rather spend her time being treated like a Chinese finger trap instead of spending her night with a gentleman like me, then it’s her loss.
I let myself get lost in the moment on screen. Watching as the brat pack all sulk during their Saturday detention. Is it sad that I always wished I could get put in a weekend detention? I fantasized about being like Brian Johnson and finding love with my very own Allison Reynolds. Or Claire Standish. I wasn’t picky. I just wanted to find a girl who could appreciate me.
Who could love me.
I don’t think my high school had weekend detention, not that I’d really know. I wasn’t exactly a troublemaker.
“Hey, buddy! Why don’t you sit down? I can’t see the screen!” Some guy calls out from behind me and I jump back from my hazy thoughts. I awkwardly search around me for a place to sit, like a frantic owl, twisting my head from side to side.
My eyes stop when I see her. My whole body freezes. I’m not even sure if my heart is beating or my lungs are breathing.
Sitting on a blanket a few feet away is a woman with the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen. She’s dressed like Cyndi Lauper in a wild dress covering her full frame and torn, fishnet gloves on her hands. I love her outfit, her teased out hair, her twinkling eyes and her beautiful curves, but that smile.
Wow.
“Are you Jerry?” She looks right at me and I know for a fact my heart is beating, cause it’s racing in my chest.
I want to be Jerry. I want to be whoever she wants me to be, but from the hopeful look on her face, I can see I’m about to disappoint another woman.
“No,” I close the gap between us and stand at the edge of her blanket. Next to her is an old-school picnic basket, like the kind I remember Yogi Bear always tried to steal in the 80’s.
“Oh,” she looks down and that sharp twisting feeling comes back to my gut. I knew she’d be disappointed. “Looks like I got stood up then,” she murmurs.
“Anyone that would stand you up is an idiot,” I don’t mean to say it so loud.
People around us tell me to “Shhh!” like a pack of angry cats hissing at me in the dark.
“That’s nice of you to say,” she smiles back up at me and I suddenly don’t care what the crowd thinks anymore. To be honest, they almost disappear when I look at her.
“Nice boom box,” she nods toward my hand.
“Thanks, I thought it would be fun to run with the whole 80’s thing.”
“Me too,” she sweeps her gloved hand over her dress. “I, uh, don’t know if you’re meeting someone, or whatever,” she picks at the corner of her blanket shyly, “but, if you want, I have room for you to join me.” I can feel a goofy grin spreading over my face. Before I have a chance to accept, she pats the basket next to her emphatically, “I have lots of snacks too!”
“I’d love to,” I sit next to her and try not to let myself get drunk from her perfume. She smells like a rose garden. So perfect. She’s as beautiful as a rose too.
“I’m Chris,” I hold out my hand and she shakes it gingerly.
“Melody,” she answers.
Melody. How fitting. Looking at her beautiful smile makes my heart sing.
Chapter 2 - Melody
Where has this guy been all my life? Just when I thought this was going to be written off as the worst night ever, Chris stepped in and saved it.
Life is funny, isn’t it?
I’ve been sitting here for the past half hour, waiting for a blind date that never showed. That reminds me, I’m going to have to thank my
sister for setting that one up. If Chris hadn’t just crossed my path, I’d be sitting here like a loser with a picnic basket full of goodies and my best 80’s outfit I could put together.
Lucky for me he’s really cute too. I check him out as he glances back up to the movie screen. I love how his brown hair falls across his forehead. It gives him a boyish charm. His shoes and boom box are perfect for this marathon, obviously he’s a man who pays attention to the details. And his chocolate brown eyes are soulful and sweet.
Damn! My cheeks flame up as he catches me looking at him. “Um, would you like some Whoppers?” I dive my hand into the basket and try to pretend I wasn’t just shamelessly checking him out.
“Sure, that would be great,” he gives me an easy smile and I melt inside. Wait, is he checking me out too? I watch his eyes slide over my body like butter. From the twitching corners of his lips turning up into a smile, I’d say he likes what he sees.
I feel the heat in my cheeks rush through my entire body, down to my curling toes. I grab the candy and hand him a box. “Here ya go,” I hold it out for him.
“Thanks,” his hand brushes mine as his eyes hold my gaze. A tingle runs from my fingers, up my arm and my heart beats quicker.
Damn.
It feels good to have a guy look at me like he is right now. Like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. I’d be lying if I said I was used to it.
I’m a big girl. Not that I have a problem with it. I smile when I look in the mirror instead of focusing on what other people think are flaws. I’ve never given much thought to people who don’t like my curves, because they’re not the one for me, right? I need someone who looks at me and loves every inch of my body, loves every layer of my personality, loves me. Not someone who wants to change me.
Fuck that.
Still, it would be nice if more people looked at me like Chris is right now, instead of sneering at me like I’ve done something wrong. To hell with those haters. They don’t know what they’re missing.
“Who is Jerry?” Chris furrows his eyebrows together with concern.
“Some blind date who stood me up,” I roll my eyes at the rudeness. “Were you supposed to meet anyone here?” I ask cautiously. Silently, I beg fate to let him be single.
“No, not exactly. I thought I would be bringing someone, but it didn’t work out,” his face pinches.
“Well, I would say I’m sorry to hear that, but I’d be lying. I’m glad you showed up here when you did,” I look up at him from under my eyelashes.
Is he blushing? I love that!
Chris clears his throat and opens the box of candy in his hand. I reach into my basket and pull out a couple of cans of Coke. “Want a drink?”
“Sure,” he grabs one. “Here, have some of these,” he pours some of the chocolate covered candies into my palm.
For a moment, we both pretend to watch the movie. Well, I can’t speak for him, but I know I’m pretending. Out of the corner of my eye, I keep studying his face. I like his clean shaven, strong jaw. I love his thick lips.
Phew! Is anyone else feeling that heatwave? I lean into him, “Do you like the Breakfast Club?”
“I love all of John Hughes’s work, but this one is my favorite,” he murmurs.
“Mine too,” I answer honestly.
“Did you know the scene where they all confess about their real problems was all off script?” He looks over at me and I can’t make myself look away from his deep, brown eyes.
“No, I didn’t,” I don’t mean to sound so breathy. You’d think he just proposed instead of pedaled some movie trivia.
“Yeah, John Hughes wrote the script for the movie in, like, two days. But that scene was all improvised,” he explains and I watch him like he’s the most captivating storyteller of all time.
“That’s the best part of the movie too,” stop staring at his lips. Look away from his lips.
“I know! It brings it all together,” his face lights up as he agrees.
Our faces are so close now, I still can’t stop staring at his mouth. Willing his full lips to kiss me. Imagining what it would feel like to let myself be wild and free and just give in to my primal urges.
“Hey, Romeo! Miss Piggy! Shut the fuck up, will ya? Some of us actually want to watch the movie!”
I turn my head toward the obnoxious group behind us just as one of the guys throws a handful of popcorn at us. All of the hundreds of butterflies that were just tickling my insides with their tiny wings fluttering seem to die and sink in my stomach like lead.
Great, just what we need, some loser who peaked in grade eleven spoiling what was turning into the best night I’ve had in a long time.
The worst part is, Chris has pulled away from me. His back is stiff and his jaw is set. He probably won’t stay with me much longer. I can already feel the heat between us cool. The moment is ruined.
Chapter 3 - Chris
I take a deep breath, but my blood is still boiling. Who the fuck do these guys think they are?.
I grit my teeth together as images of jock bullies spin through my mind like a merry-go-round of sadness.
All my life, I’ve stepped back and been stepped on by guys like them.
Not tonight.
“Hey, why don’t you shut up!” I jump to my feet and point at the guys behind us.
“Excuse me?” A man in his late twenties with bleach blond tips in his otherwise dark hair and a sharp nose snarls at me. “Did you hear this guy? There’s no way this loser is talking to me, right?” He looks away from me to his friend.
“No way,” his sidekick chirps back. He squints his blue eyes at me. I’ve gotta admit, these two could take me. They’re bigger than me and there’s more of them than me. But, I don’t care, I’m not letting douchebags like them ruin any more moments in my life.
“Listen, I’m sorry if you thought we were being too loud, but throwing popcorn at Melody is a shitty thing to do. And calling her names? Not cool, guys. I think you should apologize to this beautiful woman right now,” I refuse to back down. I let my anger root my body to the spot and stare them down.
“Go fuck yourself.” Blond tips jerks his head at me.
“Look at these two, bullying that poor couple. Terrible!” I hear a woman next to us interrupt.
“Say you’re sorry. Who do you guys think you are?” Another lady pipes up.
“Guys, you’re ruining the marathon for everyone. Stop being douchebags,” another twenty-something man chimes in.
“Yeah!” I can hear the crowd around us turn against them.
The guys look around and shrink a little, like they’re trying to fold in on themselves. “All right, all right!” the sidekick holds up his hands and the people around us quiet down. “Listen, we’re sorry, okay?”
I don’t answer him. Instead I glare at the bottle blond, “And you?”
“Fine, whatever, sorry.” He doesn’t look at me or Melody, but I still feel like I won a major victory as I sit back down next to the woman who I was willing to lose a couple teeth to defend.
I smile at Melody and she leans into me. Our lips hover for only a second and we kiss. Her lips are so soft, so sensual. My body lights up with desire as our tongues collide and I cup her face, wishing I could kiss her forever.
When we break free from our kiss, I’m vaguely aware that we have people commenting and ‘awwwwing’ at us. I throw my shoulders back proudly, even if the tips of my ears turn bright crimson with embarrassment.
“Hey, do you have a car?” Melody whispers, her voice hoarse.
“Yeah, why?”
“What do you say we get out of here?” She looks up at me and I almost feel like I might explode with happiness. That look in her eyes, the way she’s biting her lip and staring at me like I’m the sexiest man she’s ever seen, it makes me understand why men have crossed oceans, built castles and traveled to the ends of the earth, all in the name of love.
“Sure, let’s go,” I agree.
Melod
y quickly packs up her basket and I hold out my hand, helping her to her feet. With my boom box in hand and my other arm around Melody, I hold my head high as I escort her to my car.
Finally, a win for the little guy.
Chapter 4 - Melody
“This is mine,” Chris nods at the navyblue car and leads me over to the passenger side door.
My jaw hangs when he opens the door for me. “What?” He smiles down at me.
“I’ve never had anyone open the car door for me before,” I admit.
“No? That’s too bad for them,” he answers coyly.
“What do you mean?” I look up into his face, only an inch from mine.
“Because then they don’t get to do this,” he wraps his arm around me and pulls me in for a long, unhurried kiss. Thankfully, he holds me close, even when he lifts his lips from mine. I’m so lightheaded I might fall over if he wasn’t.
“You have a great point there,” I whisper.
Chris drops his hand from my waist and opens the door wider as I get into the car. He slams it shut and quickly gets in on his side, bringing the engine to life with a twist of the key.
“So, where to?” He tilts his head and looks over at me. It takes all of my self-discipline not to tell him to turn off the car so I can jump him.
I’ve never met a man who was so sweet and sexy at the same time.
“I have an idea, how about somewhere quiet?” I propose.
“Like where?”
“I’ll lead the way, it’s not far. First we need to get to Robinson Drive.”
Chris backs out of the parking spot and drives us out to the main road. The car is silent, but strangely, it’s not uncomfortable. There’s something about him, I glance over at how the moonlight and street lights flicker over his handsome face like a strobe light in a club.
“So, are you just a fan of 80’s movies? Or do you like the music too?” Chris glances over at me and catches me checking him out again. At least now, in the darkness of the car, he won’t see me blush.
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