Unconventional Reasons: A Reverse Harem Love Story

by Saint, Olivia

  “Our goal,” Brad murmured in her ear. His hands slowly danced down her stomach towards her waiting, and very wet, center. “Is to make you come at least once. Each.”

  Vanessa moaned as a chill engulfed her. Never before had a guy, much less two!, wanted to put the attention on her. She could give head like a champ, and rub herself to orgasm during sex, but never before had a man dipped between her legs or promised multiple orgasms. She had no idea if she could even have more than one.

  “Trust us.” Harrison whispered in her ear. His hot mouth engulfed her nipple, sucking and nibbling on her tender skin. A small knot of lust grew within her and her body writhed between these two sexy boys and their hands.

  Brad slipped a finger between her folds and nibbled on her ear. Each stroke caused her to moan, each flick against her clit caused a bubble of excitement and sensuality to pop within her.

  “Do you like that?” He whispered, nuzzling against her ear.

  Vanessa shivered and nodded. Oh, she liked that very, very much.

  He sucked on her neck and slid a finger into her. As she moaned, he whispered, “You’re so wet.”

  She was practically an ocean at this point. An ocean of sexuality and newness, of eroticism and excitement. They could ask her to walk on the moon and she would.

  “My turn,” Harrison murmured against her breast.

  He kissed down her stomach, towards her aching pussy. Brad removed his finger and kissed her, his lips strong, his touch gentle. She was captivated by the way his tongue moved against hers, the sweet way their lips moved together. And then her brain turned to fuzz as Harrison’s hot breath whispered against her lower lips. He slowly slid his tongue along her center, until she was begging him to continue, and then kissed her pussy with heat. He tongued her opening and nibbled on her clit, loving her pussy the way he loved on her nipples.

  She could barely kiss Brad back. He laughed kindly against her lips and moved down to her breasts so he, too, could kiss them and suck them. They moved in tandem, licking and flicking, sucking and fucking, until she could no longer see straight. A knot of raw lust grew to a startling size and exploded within her. This wasn’t just an orgasm, it was an awakening. She thrashed and writhed under their sturdy hands, gasping and panting, crying their names, one after the other, until the world stopped spinning wildly. She came back down, gasping for air.

  “Impressive.” Brad high-fived Harrison. “Let’s do it again.”

  Vanessa moaned, their fingers too much on her tender center. “I need a minute,” she managed.

  Brad settled onto the sleeping bag and fisted his own cock. “Suck off Harrison. I want to watch that beautiful mouth at work.”

  Vanessa obliged. Harrison stood on his knees and ran his hands through her dark hair, using it to fuck her mouth. He was so large she gagged, but she managed to keep herself in check and open her throat, just like her best friend told her to do. He slid in with ease, and she worked her tongue along the underside of his cock as she sucked, played with his tip, and massaged his balls. Harrison slowly moved them so should could watch Brad fuck himself in long strides. He may have been slightly smaller, but he was by no means small himself.

  It wasn’t long before Harrison was thrusting deep into her mouth, grunting. Vanessa popped off of him and moved to Brad’s cock. Behind her, she heard the sound of a condom wrapper. As she deep-throated Brad, Harrison’s length pressed against her opening. He slid in her slowly, and matched the bobbing of her head against his best friend’s cock with his thrusts.

  She ran her fist over Brad’s cock, but he pushed her hand away and moved it towards her clit. Understanding, Vanessa rubbed herself in a frenzy as she sucked, and soon the three of them were moaning and panting together. The sound of their sex together drove her wild, and she was the first to come. She cried out, louder than the last time, and the boys quickly followed. She swallowed down all Brad had to give her while thrusting against Harrison.

  They collapsed in a pile, giggling and smiling and kissing. Vanessa felt light headed and relaxed, like she was dancing on cloud nine. She shyly got dressed, while the boys pulled on their pants and high-fived again.

  “That was awesome.” Brad said, hugging Vanessa. She closed her eyes while he engulfed her and breathed in his cologne. How was the last hour even real?

  “You’re the best.” Harrison hugged her from behind, the three of them standing as one. “We should do that again.”

  “Oh,” Vanessa grinned. She wanted a beer and a nap. “Absolutely.”

  7

  The game starts

  “Tell me again why you convinced me to do this.” Vanessa shouldered her work bag and cocked her head to shoot a bored stare at her best work friend, Eliot. “Because this all looks terrible.”

  “It’s not all terrible!” Eliot wrinkled her nose and pointed across the bar. “Look, there. He’s cute.”

  “I should have never agreed to this.” Vanessa flopped down on a bar stool and pulled out her credit card to give the bartender. “I’m fine! I don’t need a date.”

  "A girl doesn't NEED a date, but having one doesn't hurt. Besides, I know how long it's been since you've been out. Take the free meal, enjoy some time out, enjoy getting laid! A vanilla girl like you needs a good fucking every now and then."

  "Vanilla?" Vanessa laughed. "Girl, you have no idea."

  "I can tell vanilla when I see it." Eliot winked. "I don't mean it as a bad thing. I'm just saying you need more adventure in your life. Live it up! Get nasty!"

  "Did I ever tell you about the time I had a threesome, back in college?"

  Eliot's jaw dropped. "What? No! Spill, girlfriend. How could you withhold this amazing piece of knowledge from me?"

  Vanessa grinned. "It was just once, with two of the hottest guys in my circle, but it was hot. So don't call me vanilla anymore."

  "Details!" Eliot swats her arm. "I need details! What girl on this planet gets to have a devil's three-way? It's always another girl, but you had TWO penises to pleasure you and I need every last single teeny tiny detail."

  "It was so long ago." Vanessa pretended to sigh with a grin. "You called me vanilla. You don't get details."

  "I take it back! I take it all back!"

  Vanessa laughed. "Okay, okay. There isn't much to tell, because it was so long ago. But I remember we played strip poker in a tent and they were very, very attentive. And huge. God, Eliot, I haven't had a dick like that since. I don't know what I did for the universe to gift me these two guys, but I will never question it. Of course, it's been slim pickings since, so I probably used up all my luck in one go."

  "So worth it."

  "So worth it." Vanessa nodded. "Anyway, they were all about pleasuring me. I didn't have to fist two dicks at once or try to fit them all in my mouth, they just wanted to give me multiple orgasms."

  "Did they?" Eliot was on the edge of her chair. "Please, god, tell me they did."

  "Oh yes." Vanessa felt her cheeks flush. "Okay, so maybe I am a little vanilla. This is so awkward telling you about this! But it was a lot of fun."

  "But you would do it again, right?" Eliot waved down the bartender, but never took her eyes off Vanessa. "Tell me you would do it again."

  "In a heartbeat."

  "That's my girl!" Eliot high-fived her. "Two whiskey sours, please."

  "Anyway, like I said, the well has been pretty dry ever since."

  "The three of you didn't hook up again?" Eliot asked. Vanessa shook her head. "God, why not? Why didn't you do that every day?"

  "Oh, I wanted to." Vanessa let out a small laugh. "But I ended up transferring universities shortly after that. The party in the woods was sort of like my going away party. For all I know, they did it because they knew they'd never see me again. For a while, I felt a little used, but then I remembered how fun it was and stopped caring."

  "Who cares if they used you? If they catered to your every whim with two giant cocks, I wouldn't care either." Eliot stared down the bartender, who
was listening with a giant smile on his face. "Bye."

  The bartender laughed, but walked down to the other end to handle more customers. Vanessa took a sip of her drink, suddenly hit with a wave of memories. She hadn't thought about that night in the woods in some time. Five years had passed, and while it used to be fodder for her personal spank bank, it eventually faded in time and was something she only looked back on fondly. She barely remembered the evening, anyway, because there was so much beer involved. But she did remember multiple orgasms and huge dicks, because it was the night she first realized her body was capable of multiple rounds of pleasure.

  "They changed my sex life though," Vanessa told her. "I used to think I was a one-and-done kind of girl, but now I can get off four times minimum, easy. I still can't tell you why they wanted me. There were plenty of prettier girls who were more experienced."

  "First." Eliot nudged her. "You're hot. And have only gotten hotter. Second, guys like that good girl vibe. They like thinking they are exposing you to some amazing sexual awakening because it strokes their egos like a mother fucker."

  Vanessa laughed. "Well, mission accomplished on all parts."

  They clinked drinks and went back to surveying the room. It was still early in the happy hour, so the more attractive and business savvy guys were likely to show later, but it was fun to look. Vanessa hadn't been on a good date in quite some time, and Eliot was right - there was nothing wrong with looking or taking a free meal or scoring some knockdown, drag out, amazing sex. She was overdue.

  "There." Eliot pointed discreetly across the bar. "There's two of them and they are gorgeous. Tell me they aren't gorgeous."

  Vanessa followed Eliot's gaze and nearly fell out of her chair. "Oh. My. God."

  "Gorgeous, right?"

  "That's them."

  "Them who?" Eliot asked, and then her mouth turned into a round O. "No."

  "Yes."

  "Shut up. That cannot be them-them who gave you a sexual awakening!"

  "It is!" Vanessa felt herself turning red. "God, I haven't seen them in five years! Oh, oh no. They are looking over here."

  "Go say hi!" Eliot smacked her arm. "So help me, I will disown you forever if you do not go over there right now and say hello. Forever, Vanessa. For-ev-er."

  "I can't!" Vanessa accidentally caught Brad's eye and turned away quickly. He was coming over." Shit, shit, shit, shit."

  "Yay, yay, yay, yay!" Eliot clapped her hands. "I am so impressed with you, Vanessa! I can't believe how hot these guys are!"

  "They've only gotten better with age, too." Vanessa admitted with a wince.

  Suddenly, memories filled her from that night and her cheeks had to be the color of her lipstick. She never heard from them after that night, and as much as she said she didn't care, there's something to be said about feeling kind of crummy about being ignored after a sensual night in a tent in the middle of the woods. Then again, for all she knew, this was something they did often, given how comfortable they seemed around each other while totally nude.

  "Vanessa?" Brad leaned against the bar stool next to her. "Is that you?"

  Shit. Vanessa painted a smile on her face. "Brad! Hi, wow. It's been a long time since I've seen you!"

  "Like five years or so, right?" He smiled and it was beautiful. He'd only gotten hotter since the last time she saw them. Harrison, too. His transformation was the most surprising. In college, Brad was hands down the more attractive of the two, but now she'd put them at dead even. "I can't believe we ran into you here!"

  "No kidding. All the gin joints in the world, right?" Vanessa quoted a line from her favorite movie. "Is that Harrison?"

  "Yeah! We're in town on business and wanted to stop in for some drinks. I still can't believe it's you! After you transferred, I thought we'd never see you again!"

  "Same." Vanessa laughed. "Sorry, I'm just so surprised. Oh, I'm being so rude. Brad, this is my coworker, Eliot. Eliot, this is my old friend from college, Brad."

  "Charmed." Eliot said with a wink, shaking his hand.

  "Why don't you guys come join us?" Brad knocked his knuckles on the bar. "Let's catch up! I want to know all about what you've done for the last five years!"

  "Love to!" Eliot answered for her and grabbed their purses. "Come on, Vanessa."

  Vanessa shot her a nasty glance, but painted on another smile and grabbed her bag. They followed Brad to his table, where Harrison greeted her with a huge hug. He smelled like Old Spice and beer.

  "Vanessa!" Harrison grinned widely. "How the hell have you been for the last five years?"

  "Busy." Vanessa took a drink to steady her nerves. "I finished law school about two years ago and have been working ever since. Nothing exciting, really. Just work and my dogs, that's all I've got going on. What about you two? You work together now?"

  "Hell yeah!" Harrison and Brad high-fived. "We make custom surf boards. We had a convention out here this week to look for some big investors. We'd like to start selling on a bigger scale."

  "That's fascinating!" Eliot breathed. "I love entrepreneurs. We need more of them."

  "Working for the man just wasn't our style. Plus, we get to surf for a living." Brad shot a winning smile at Vanessa. "There isn't much better than that."

  Eliot's work phone rang. She scowled at it and said, "Excuse me."

  “So." Vanessa watched her friend leave. "Tell me about you guys. What do you do besides surf?"

  "That's it, really." Harrison admitted. "We work a lot to push the brand out. It's a fun kind of work, but still work."

  "Yeah, I'd kill for some sick days." Brad laughed. "But you can't beat what we do. What about you? Boyfriend or anything?"

  "No." Vanessa tried to sound as level about it as possible. She didn't want to sound desperate or excited. Truly, she didn’t know what she wanted to sound like, but she was nervous. "So busy working, I don't have much time to get out. I should be at the office now as it is."

  "Glad you aren't." Harrison nudged her. "We'd miss out on seeing you!"

  "Remember the last time the three of us were together?" Brad asked over his drink, a dangerous look in his eye. Vanessa flushed. "What a night that was, eh?"

  "Hell yeah!" Harrison winked at Vanessa. "That was a fun night."

  "I remember a lot of beer," Vanessa said, trying to quell the stirring feelings in her gut. "It's just been so long."

  "Are you kidding?" Brad lowered his voice. "You only remember beer? There's no way you were that drunk. We wouldn't have done what we did if you were."

  "It's just been so long." Vanessa tried to look innocent. Were her panties already damp? Dammit. "Sorry."

  "Here's a slick recap." Harrison leaned forward. "We play poker, lost all our clothes, and the two of us brought you to multiple orgasms in my mother's tent."

  "Bro." Brad laughed. "Did you really need to bring your mom into this?"

  Harrison grinned cheekily. "Sorry. But you don't remember that at all?"

  "I remember," Vanessa whispered as Eliot came trotting over to the table, looking mad as hell. "What's the matter?"

  "I need to go back to the office." Eliot grabbed her bag, a snarl on her face. "Johnson is going to die."

  "Oh no!" Vanessa meant it. Being around these two, bringing up old memories, just spelled out trouble. Sexy trouble, maybe, but was she ready for that? They never spoke after that night! "Do you need me to--"

  "No." Eliot was firm. Dammit. "No, I just need to go. It was really nice meeting you guys. I'll see you tomorrow, V."

  "Bye." Everyone waved.

  Vanessa suddenly felt very alone and very exposed. Her stomach was doing barrel rolls and her center contracted and felt warm. Dear god, was she getting worked up? They were going to smell the desperation on her. What was wrong with her?

  "Here's a thought." Harrison twirled his whiskey glass in his hands. "Why don't we go back to our hotel room and catch up? It's getting loud in here."

  Vanessa's breath caught in her throat. "It's really not that bad." />
  Brad's eyes twinkled. "No, no. I think that's a great idea. Come on, Vanessa. We never heard from you after that night. The least you can do is come back and hang out."

  Vanessa laughed nervously. "I never heard from you, either!"

  "That was a serious misgiving on our part." Harrison said seriously. "We thought we scared you off."

  "God no." Vanessa shook her head. "I had so much fun."

  "Aha!" Brad pointed at her victoriously. "You do remember."

  Vanessa blushed.

  "You know." Harrison said conspiratorially. "I do have a deck of cards in my bag."

  "Harrison, you dog."

  "I'm just saying." Harrison turned to Vanessa. "What do you say? For old time's sake?"

  Vanessa bit her lip. Her body was screaming YES YES YES, but her mind was telling her to slow the hell down. She drowned the rest of her glass and decided to say fuck her brain.

  "Let's do it!"

  8

  The surprise

  Vanessa sat on a chair in the hotel room, sipping a Vodka Tonic, trying to quell her nerves. After leaving the bar, she was hit with a tidal wave of memories from her night with Harrison and Brad all those years ago, remembered the smell of Harrison's cologne and the way Brad's cock felt in her mouth, the nervousness she felt as they dealt out cards for a game no one was really playing anyway.

  Her nerves were back, but this time, she had the benefit of adult confidence, experience, a general sense of self she didn't have in college. Now, she was just worried that... well, what was she worried about, anyway? They were a group of consenting adults getting ready to get down and dirty in a way she desperately needed.

  Maybe it wasn't nerves knotted in her stomach; maybe it was excitement.

  "So, are we actually going to play this time?" Vanessa asked, feeling brazen.

  "What are you talking about?" Brad mocked surprise. "We played last time!"

  "Last time, you couldn't wait to get your hands down my pants."

  "True." Harrison toasted her with his glass from across the room. "But who doesn't love a little foreplay?"