Two Bad Groomsmen_An MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  By the time I headed back into the room to grab some fresh clothes, Zack was lying on his bed, sound asleep. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, wishing I could fall asleep as quickly as he did. The only time I ever went to sleep that fast was after a good, hard fuck. Even just jacking off didn't knock me out like that.

  Although, when I was dressed and laying on the bed again, I was pretty close to falling asleep. But each time I closed my eyes, Janine was there, smiling at me. So instead, I pulled out my phone and busied myself with a game, focusing on it with all of my strength. Thankfully, time seemed to zip by and soon I was shaking Zack to wake him up so we could head downstairs.

  From the text Josh had sent us, I'd expected dinner to just be the four of us. But, as it turned out, both his parents and Carla's were there as well. They had a large, long table set up with only a handful of seats left. It was obvious the poolside grill wasn't used to having large parties, but the staff was doing everything they could to accommodate us, all with smiles on their faces.

  Since Zack and I were there after everyone, we had seats near the end of the table. Not that either of us minded, since I was sitting next to Josh's dad, who'd always been friendly toward us, even if we had gotten his son into a good bit of trouble growing up. Thankfully, he never seemed to hold it against either of us.

  As it was, he looked over at us and grinned as we sat down. "Drew! Zack! It's good to see you boys again!" He shook both of our hands. With how lively and energetic he looked, you'd never know he was in his late sixties already. Both him and Josh's mom had been older when they'd had Josh, but that had never stopped either of them from doing their best to always be there for Josh, never once letting their age get the better of them.

  The way those two were going, they'd live to be well over a hundred and still be going out dancing every weekend!

  "It's good to see you, too, Mr. Blake," I said politely.

  Mr. Blake glared at me. "Boy, how many times have I told you to call me Jeff, huh?"

  My cheeks colored. He'd been telling him to call him by his first name since I was a teenager, but it'd never felt right. He'd always be Josh's father to me, even if I was technically an adult now. It just felt weird to call him by his first name. So, being the cheeky bastard I was, I replied "probably a few more times."

  Thankfully, Mr. Blake found that hilarious, his deep bellowing laughter filling the area as he patted me on the back. He always did have a good sense of humor, which had saved me from a thrashing on more than one occasion. I could get away with a lot more when it came to him than my own parents.

  Zack and I were talking with him when we heard shuffling behind us and a light, out of breath, feminine voice shouted "I'm sorry I'm late! I sat down on my bed and the next thing I knew I was waking up and was already ten minutes late!"

  A frazzled looking Janine took the seat across from me. Her hair stuck up in a couple places, looking like she'd hastily run a brush through it before heading down here. She caught me grinning at her moments later, her cheeks going a bit pink as she blinked a couple times and turned away.

  If I hadn't known better, I'd have though I actually embarrassed her somehow. But I dismissed that thought almost immediately. Janine had shown absolutely no interest in either Zack or myself. There was no way me smiling at her would make her embarrassed. It must've just been a trick of the light or my imagination or something.

  Definitely.

  And yet, as dinner went on, every once in a while I saw her glancing toward the two of us. Despite sitting directly across from me and Zack, she barely said a single word to us the entire meal. Instead, Zack and I talked with Josh's dad for most of it.

  Once again, we had the perfect opportunity to get to know her, only for it to disappear in a flash without having learned a single thing. Janine was just as much a mystery to me as she'd been last night when I'd spotted her across the bar.

  Don't get me wrong, she wasn't rude to us or anything. She just seemed to not notice the two of us were sitting there right across from her. It was like we didn't even register on her radar as people. It didn't matter how many times one of us tried to strike up a conversation with her. She'd deflect it like it was a natural born skill of hers, turning the conversation back to someone else.

  She must be a freaking lesbian or something, I thought to myself, then immediately regretted it. Just because she wasn't interested in either of us didn't mean she was a lesbian. We weren't God's gift to womankind or anything, no matter how much some of the drunk girls we'd met in clubs seemed to think we were. And besides, even if she was a lesbian, why did that matter? There wasn't anything wrong with being a lesbian.

  But even still, it was starting to get more and more frustrating as the night went on. It was fine if she wasn't interested in either of us, but did she really have to act like we weren't even there? I wasn't going to throw a temper tantrum just because she didn't want to date or fuck, but it'd have been nice to at least have had an actual conversation with her. Being friends would've been great, too.

  But the way we were going, once this wedding was over with, I'd be lucky if I ever saw her again. Which was sucky, since she really did seem like a great person. I could've easily seen the two of us being friends, even if there was never anything sexual or intimate between us.

  When dinner wrapped up, everyone pretty much went their separate ways. Seeing Zack looking just as dejected as I was, I suggested we head to the hotel bar again. Maybe a couple of drinks would get our mind off Janine. I doubted it, since it certainly hadn't worked last night, but it was worth a shot.

  At this point, I was willing to try anything to get my mind off her.

  "I could definitely use a drink," Zack said with a half smirk in response to my suggestion. But despite the attempt at a smirk, I could see in his eyes he definitely need a drink or twelve. At least I wasn't the only one feeling like shit after today.

  The bar was busy, but not crowded, thankfully. When the waitress brought our drinks over wearing a skimpy shirt and tight blouse, I tried to check her out, but my heart, and cock, just wasn't in it. No matter how hard I tried to look at another girl, all I could do was compare her to Janine.

  That woman's breasts were far too large, looking like either a stuffed bra or fake tits. Normally that didn't bother me, but I definitely preferred a natural woman. There was no doubt in my mind that every inch of Janine was completely natural. With a sigh, I stared at my drink, wondering what the hell was wrong with me.

  Janine couldn't have made it more clear that she wasn't interested in me in the least bet. And yet here I was, sitting in a bar with plenty of gorgeous women around, and all I could think about is the one woman in this hotel who didn't want a damn thing to do with me. At the rate things were going with Janine, I'd have a better shot at hooking up with Carla and she was so hopelessly in love with Josh that it would take an act of God for her to even consider looking at another man.

  We were on our third or fourth drink when I spotted her. Janine had walked into the bar and was standing near the entrance, her laptop bag slung over her shoulder as she scanned the room. I wanted to wave to her, to invite her to come join us, but decided against it. She'd made it perfectly clear she wasn't interested, so there wasn't much use in trying to pursue her any longer.

  Zack's back was to her, so he didn't notice, nor did I bring it to his attention. He was looking dejected enough as it was. The last thing he needed was to get his hopes up again and have them dashed once more. I didn't need it either, which was why I didn't call out to her.

  I tried to focus on my drink, to push her out of my mind and pretend she wasn't there. But the entire time I stared down at my glass, I couldn't help but watch her out of my peripheral vision. And believe me, I tried my damnedest to focus on anything other than her.

  So when she looked our way, I froze. I didn't want to look up at her, but I still couldn't stop watching. When she turned and started walking toward our table, I thought my heart was going to literall
y pound its way out of my chest.

  Zack must've noticed me staring, since he turned and looked over his shoulder. Then he froze too, as the two of us stared at Janine heading our way. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why she was heading over here. Did she not want to sit alone? Did she feel safer if she was with the two of us and not by herself? Or did she have more work for the two of us to do. I wouldn't have put it past her to have come up with a new arrangement for the tables in the banquet hall.

  Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she inched her way through the bar. When she finally approached our table, she just stood there silently for the moment, her staring at us and us staring back at her. No one seemed to want to be the first to speak as we just sat there enduring our Mexican standoff.

  Finally, she let out a sigh and straighten up, squaring her shoulders. She looked like she was about to do battle, rather than have a conversation with us. "Okay, here's the deal." She looked first at Zack, then at me, meeting our eyes. Whatever she was about to say was serious, judging by the look in her eyes. "I will give you both one date. After that, I'll decide if I want any more with one of you. The flirting stops otherwise, got it?"

  Both of us nodded mutely. Was she serious? We were actually going to go on a date with her?

  For a few moments, all I could really do was sit there and nod and blink. I hadn't thought she was even the least bit interested in either of us, so why this date? Was it just a pity date so we'd stop salivating over her? I'd thought we'd been able to keep a lid on things while we were around her, but maybe not.

  "Okay," I finally said, stupidly. It was like my entire vocabulary had been sucked out through my ears.

  Janine nodded curtly. "Good. Then I'll see you both tomorrow morning. We've got to get those banquet tables all decorated before there's any dates going on."

  Without another word, she turned and walked away. Zack and I both sat there, dumbfounded, and staring at her back until she was gone. Then, we just sat there staring at nothing for another minute or two while our brains tried to catch up.

  There was no way that had just happened, right? This must all be a dream. I'd gotten so drunk that I'd passed out at the table. Yup, that was exactly it. I'd gotten drunk, passed out, and was now having some stupid, hormone fueled dream.

  "We're dreaming, right?" Zack said, apparently on the same wavelength as me.

  I nodded, dumbly. "Totally. There's no way that just happened. This is all a dream or hallucination or something."

  I picked up the drink I was still clutching and downed it in one go. The liquor burned as it went down, just enough to tell me that, no I was not dreaming. Not unless this was the most vivid dream I'd ever had in my entire life.

  "Fuck," I said with a sigh, leaning back in my chair. "Did she really just ask us out on dates?"

  Zack shook his head, smirking ever so slightly. "No. There wasn't any actual asking. She just told us we were going on dates with her. Didn't give either of us much of a choice, did she?"

  "No, she didn't." I shook my head, wishing I had another drink I could down. None of this was making any sense, what so ever. "But it wasn't like we were going to say no, I guess."

  "There's that."

  I stared at the doorway to the bar, hoping Janine might reappear with some kind of explanation. If she was so bothered by our flirting, why hadn't she just told us to fuck off? Why had she offered to go on dates with us? Was it possible she really was attracted or interested in at least one of us?

  Or was she just bored and looking for some way to entertain herself before the wedding?

  Either way, I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth!

  Both Zack and I were in good moods after that. We were still confused as hell in regards to Janine's sudden change of attitude, but neither of us were going to try and turn things down just because of that. Besides, there was a pretty good chance we'd get the answers we wanted either tomorrow morning while we were decorating the banquet hall or one the dates themselves.

  The waitress did a damn good job of keeping our drinks filled, too. She seemed like an experienced hand at this, knowing full-well patrons were much more likely to tip well if they were drunk off their asses. And tip well we did! With the amount we'd drank combined with our good moods, we'd probably tipped at least three times what we normally did.

  Somehow, we managed to make it back up to our room. With how much we'd drank, we should've had to crawl back up there. Instead, I'm pretty sure we skipped up there.

  Yeah, it was stupid to be so excited about a single date, but it was so like a dream come true. It helped that we'd all but given up hope of ever even having a regular conversation with her, much less a date. Now, it was like we'd won the lottery and we were both anxious to collect our winnings.

  "Who do you think is going first?" he asked when we were getting ready for bed.

  I hadn't really thought about it, to be honest. I was still so giddy from the idea of going on a date with her that I hadn't even considered the actual logistics of it. The wedding was only two days away, so it wasn't like we had a lot of time for planning or anything. Once things were fully underway, Janine wouldn't have the time for anything else, either.

  And after the wedding, Zack and I were scheduled to being our road trip back home.

  Which meant tomorrow was our best and only shot for both dates. But how did we work it out time-wise?

  "I guess you should get the first shot, since you'd spotted her first," I said, trying to be fair. If it had been anyone else, I'd have probably tackled them to the ground for the first dibs. But Zack was my best friend and I wanted him to be happy just as much as I wanted to be happy. "Unless Janine has a different idea, though."

  "Sounds good to me." He grinned broadly, clearly not upset in the least to go first. "I'm gonna have to figure out where to take her though. No way am I just going to take her to the hotel bar or one of the restaurants here. Not for my one and only shot to impress her."

  He had a good point. We'd need to find some good places, preferably a couple different options in case one didn't work for her. Plus, it wouldn't be all that great if we both took her to the same place.

  Once we'd both brushed our teeth and stripped down to our boxers for the night, we both sat down on my bed, peering at my laptop as we searched for places nearby. There was actually a ton of stuff around us, and by the time our eyes were starting to droop, we had a list of options for both of us. Neither of us was sure what kind of foods she liked and didn't like, nor did we know if she had any allergies, so we figured the more options we had, the better.

  Soon, the laptop was away and we were in our own beds. I wasn't sure about Zack, but all I could do was stare up at the ceiling as scenarios for tomorrow ran through my head. If she liked me, what would that mean after our date? Would Zack hangout in the bar while Janine and I came back up here? Or would we just go to her room?

  Or would we even have sex at all?

  Something about Janine told me she might not be the kind of girl to put out after just one date, even if she was interested in me. If that happened, it would be disappointing, but I'd survive. It wasn't like I needed sex, no matter how much I wanted it. Spending time with her would be more than enough to satisfy me.

  After all, there was so much I wanted to learn about her.

  But the more I thought about Janine, the harder my cock became. Even though I'd have no problems accepting it if she wasn't interested in sex, I really hoped we'd go back up to one of our rooms for some fun. Included in my massive list of things I wanted to know were all sorts of sexual things. What did she taste like? Where was she sensitive? Could I make her come just by pleasuring her breasts?

  It wasn't long before my cock was rock hard and doing its best to break out of my boxers. Part of me wanted to ignore it, to save myself for tomorrow. Then I heard Zack shuffling around in his bed, followed by soft moans, and I knew there was no way I'd be able to ignore my hard on.

  I needed to come.


  Besides, if I emptied my balls now, it might help me out tomorrow. I'd have a clearer head and wouldn't have to worry as much about my dick doing all the talking.

  Mind made up, I slid my boxers off, then grasped my cock, closing my eyes and letting my fantasies play out in my mind. Soon, my breath came in ragged gasps as I squirmed around atop the bed. My entire body was red hot, covered in a thin sheen of sweat as I gritted my teeth, trying to stave off the inevitable as long as I possibly could.

  Which wasn't very long at all.

  Before I knew it, I was grunting as I thrashed around atop the bed. My cock throbbed as cum splattered on my torso. By the time my body stopped twitching, all I could do was gasp for air. Jacking off should not take that much out of me, and yet, it did whenever I thought about Janine.

  God, I really needed to fuck that woman. I just needed to hope tomorrow would go my way, otherwise I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to get her out of my mind.

  What I didn't want to think about was that I wasn't sure I'd be able to get her out of my mind even if I did get to fuck her.

  Chapter 9

  Janine

  "You really need to get laid," Carla said as she smirked at me over the top of her drink.

  We were lounging by the pool after dinner. I had a glass of wine, my personal drink of choice, and she was drinking some fruity concoction that looked like it had more juice than alcohol. It even had one of those cute little umbrellas in it. And despite its low alcohol content, she was getting giddier by the second.

  And of course, now we were on her favorite subject - me getting some action.

  I wasn't exactly opposed to the idea, but I still didn't want to talk about it with her. Especially while we were sitting out by the pool. And especially because I knew exactly who she thought I should hook up with. She'd been teasing me non-stop about Zack and Drew, telling me either one of them would be a great first time.

  The worst part? I couldn't stop thinking about them.

  Every time I was by myself, I thought about one or both of them. It made my nipples harden and my pussy go moist. They were very attractive men, even if their sexual prowess was being exaggerated by my best friend. I had no doubt that either of them would be a great first time, even if I had been planning on saving myself.