Two Bad Groomsmen_An MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  I wink at Adam, and he smiles, but doesn’t wink back. We’ve successfully pulled off two months of acting as if we’re not together when we are. It’s been really difficult, because all I want to do when I see Adam’s nice ass up in front of the room, lecturing in front of the chalkboard, is jump his bones.

  But it helps that I get to jump his bones whenever we go into the city. We’ve had plenty of dates there, so Adam has most definitely gotten over his vow to never take a girl he fucks to dinner.

  In fact, dinner is where we’re going tonight. I have a very special package I have to tote along with me.

  “I’m very proud of all of you,” says Adam. “And let’s hear it again for Sarah, who under my brilliant tutelage, has not only applied to and been accepted to Harvard, but who has also won the Young Business Women’s grant for her business plan and proposal.”

  My classmates cheer for me, and I have to admit I’ll miss them. I should have worked harder at making friends here. I always felt like an outcast but I know now that that was self- imposed.

  Just because my dad didn’t think I was good enough to be friends with what he would call “righteous people” doesn’t mean he was right. Adam’s shown me I’m a better person than my dad ever gave me credit for, but I’m still working on believing that all the time.

  Finally, the last class is over and I head home to change for dinner. I ride the train into New York City alone for the last time. It’s both my last time going anywhere to meet Adam— because from now on he’ll be taking me on all our dates— and also my last time going into the City because tomorrow Adam and I are moving together to Boston.

  I tried to call my family to let them know, but my dad asked if I was willing to repent of my sins and give testimony to the church. When I said I no longer believe in his version of religion and I have nothing to repent for, he told me he had no further interest in talking to me. I tried to let him know I’d been happy and had good news, but he hung up on me.

  When I get to Boston and Adam and I are in the clear, I’ll send a letter to my younger siblings, letting them know where to contact me if they need it. They might be anxious to break free from my dad’s grasp, just as I was. At least I can say I tried to get through to him and have common ground with him, which is more than he can say about me.

  We go back to Hot Cocoa and Adam orders some champagne. My mouth drops open, but he just laughs.

  “How did you order that for me?” I ask, as he pours us both a glass.

  “Oh, come on,” he says, “There’s nothing money can’t buy, you should know that by now. Plus, no one ever cards for champagne.”

  I laugh as we toast.

  “This will be another first for me,” I tell him. “Drinking alcohol.”

  “Cheers to your first time for everything,” he says, with a wink.

  I drink the liquid and feel its warmth in my chest.

  “And cheers to your acceptance at Harvard,” he says. “I told you my plan would work.”

  “I can’t wait to be your fake fiancé up there at fancy Harvard,” I tell him, squealing with glee.

  “On that note,” he says, a devilish grin spreading across his handsome face. “There’s something else I hope to be celebrating with you too.”

  “There is?” I ask, but he’s already on the floor, down on one knee, and holding up a little blue box.

  “Really?” I ask, looking around as if someone is going to come pinch me and tell me I’m dreaming.

  “Really,” he says. “Sarah Grace Winters, will you do the pleasure of marrying me?”

  “Yes!” I say, jumping up out of my chair and then jumping up and down.

  I don’t even care that we’re in a restaurant, or that someone could see us and our whole plan might be foiled. But not really, because we’re safely through the semester— so let the world see us.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I repeat.

  He gets up and swings me around. He obviously doesn’t care that we’re in a restaurant, and the restaurant seems happy to have us here, because everyone including the wait staff begins clapping and congratulating us.

  “You know I have a bad track record with engagements,” he says, frowning.

  For a second, I’m sad along with him. But he shakes his head and kisses me on the cheek.

  “So, let’s get married soon, shall we?” he asks.

  “Yes!” I say again, laughing and kissing his neck.

  Now all that remains before we head to Boston as real fiancé and fiancée is one last stop back to our old stomping grounds.

  Epilogue

  Sarah

  As soon as we arrive at The Exchange Club, I look around for her, but I don’t see her. I do see Melissa though, still wearing her fancy gown and deciding which girls are pretty enough to be auctioned off.

  “Melissa!” I say, and she looks at me, confused, before she sees Adam behind me, and then some recognition appears in her eyes.

  “Hey… uh…” she says, obviously forgetting my name.

  “Sarah,” Adam fills in for her.

  “Oh yes, Sarah,” Melissa says with a laugh. “I recognized you as that goody two shoes girl who came here once and then we never saw you again. Are you back for round two? Maybe you’ll get more than last time…”

  “Hey,” Adam says, cutting her off.

  “Oh yes, Adam,” Melissa says, easily remembering his name. “Are you back for another go? Perhaps we could get you guys a menage…”

  “No,” Adam says. “Sarah and I are engaged now.”

  “Really!” Melissa exclaims. “I keep hearing about all these love connections as a byproduct of The Exchange. I guess we should bill ourselves as a matchmaking service, too. Maybe that’s worth something, you know?”

  “Ha.” I tell her, anxious to do what I came here for and then get back to Adam’s apartment where we are spending the night before traveling to Boston tomorrow. I already packed up my few things and they’re in boxes in my car. “Is Nataylia here? I have something I’ve been needing to return to her.”

  I hold up the dress, which Adam or I have been carrying around in a plastic protective bag.

  “Natalyia?” Melissa asks, looking confused again. “No. She hasn’t worked here in some time.”

  “Oh,” I tell her, sad to hear that. “Well, I have her dress.”

  “I’ll give you her number,” Melissa says with a shrug.

  “Great,” I tell her.

  “I’m going to go to the restroom,” Adam says. “I’ll meet you back here.”

  As Melissa tells me Natalyia’s number, I decide to call her right now while it’s on my mind. I assume I’ll have to leave her a message for her to call me back, but to my surprise, she answers.

  “Sarah Grace!” she says, when I tell her who’s calling. “I’ve been wondering how you’re doing.”

  “You’ve just been wondering what happened to your dress,” I joke.

  “No, no,” she says. “I really don’t need it. And if you’re back working there, you might. So, keep it!”

  “I’m not back working here,” I tell her. “I just came to drop off your dress before I move away.”

  “Oh, wow,” she says. “Where are you moving to?”

  “To the Boston area,” I tell her. “Adam and I have gotten engaged. I’ve gotten into Harvard. We’re moving there.”

  “Wow,” she says. “Wow, wow. Congratulations times three! A lot has happened to you since we met.”

  “I know,” I tell her. “And maybe it’s weird that I got your number from Melissa and called you. But I wanted to return your dress. And I also felt that we were… kindred spirits of sorts.”

  I feel stupid saying this, but it just comes out.

  “We are,” she says, and I no longer feel as stupid. “I’ve had some big changes in my life as well. I’d love to tell you about them sometime.”

  “Yes!” I tell her. “I’d love to hear all about it. I should have contacted you sooner. I feel so bad that I’m leaving
town tomorrow…”

  “That’s okay,” she says. “I love Boston. I used to work the Boston branch of The Exchange sometimes, and I hear that’s where the company party is going to be this year. Did you know that?”

  “No,” I tell her. “But admittedly, I know little to nothing about The Exchange, except it’s randomly where I sold my virginity to the man I’m now engaged to.”

  “Oh, Sarah,” Natalyia laughs. “You have the funniest sense of humor. You have to invite me to your wedding. When is it?”

  “I don’t know yet,” I tell her. “When is the company party? Perhaps I could time it with that, so you can come to both and we can catch up then.”

  “Oh, it’s only in a couple months,” she says dismissively. “But don’t worry, I can probably come twice. I’m up there quite often and still have friends up there.”

  “Okay,” I tell her, but my head is already spinning with ideas.

  Adam had said he wants to get married soon…

  Speaking of Adam, I see him approaching me from the back room where the bathroom is.

  “Well, it was nice talking to you, and now you have my number so let’s stay in touch,” I tell her. “I have to go.”

  “Yes, you have to go have fun being engaged!” Natalya says. “It was nice hearing from you.”

  As I hang up, I remember how radiant and happy she looked when I saw her at Hot Cocoa, and I’m glad things are going well for her. I hadn’t gotten the chance to ask, but I suspect it has something to do with the guy she was on a date with.

  I see my own guy approaching and I forget all about Natalyia, because there’s plenty of time to catch up with her in the future. And right now I just want to enjoy being engaged to Adam.

  Adam

  As I walk out of the bathroom, I see my fiancé’s face light up with happiness. And I can definitely say it’s mutual. I hold up a finger in her direction, suddenly getting an idea. I need to swing back to the back room and make sure Melissa can accommodate me and my idea. I’m sure she can, though, since money talks and my huge wads of money talk often talk the loudest.

  A few minutes later, I’m back.

  “I have a surprise for you,” I tell Sarah, taking her hand and leading her away from where she was standing, waiting to walk out the door.

  “What is it?” she asks.

  “Let’s just say I bought you again,” I tell her, “For old time’s sake.”

  She laughs. I can tell she likes the idea.

  “Last time you supposedly just bought me for oral sex,” she says. “What’s the prize this time?”

  “Same thing,” I tell her.

  Once we get to the VIP room, I make use of that special closet that definitely exists here just like the one in Boston. I tell her to undress for me and she does. Then I put some hooks on the wall and tie her up to them, from the bench.

  “This is exciting,” she says, and her green eyes glow happily.

  “You’re not supposed to look so happy to be tied up,” I tell her.

  “Oops, sorry,” she says, and pretends to look scared.

  I get down on my hands and knees like she first did for me. I begin licking her clit and then sucking on it. She immediately quivers for me and I begin playing with her nipples.

  “Oh, Adam,” she moans, holding her head back while her legs are spread wide open and tied behind her. She’s spread completely open for me now and she’s can’t get out of it even if she wants to.

  I suck and lightly nibble on her clit until she’s a quivering mess for me, moaning and groaning and calling out my name.

  “Adam, Adam, Adam!” she cries.

  I take off my pants and then untie her. I reposition her so that her hands are tied to the wall.

  “I’m going to take something I’ve never had before,” I tell her.

  “My asshole?” she guesses, her ass cheeks already tightening and flinching.

  “Yes,” I tell her, as I hold tightly onto her hips. “Are you ready?”

  “Looks like it,” she says, nodding to how she’s tied up.

  My sweet, funny Sarah. I’m about to take her anal virginity and I love everything about her.

  I put my head at the entrance of her ass hole just like I did her pussy not too long ago. As I ease my way in, she cries out and tries to move away from me.

  “Not so fast,” I tell her, spanking her ass cheek. “You need to do what your professor and your fiancé instruct you to do.”

  “Yes, Professor Masters,” she says, relaxing again.

  “Now hold still and let me have my way with your tight little asshole,” I say, as I push myself further into her.

  She does, but she’s panting a bit. I grab hold of her nipples and twist them.

  “Calm down,” I tell her, “and this won’t hurt as much.”

  She relaxes some and leans back into me, as I push myself all the way in. It feels so good to be filling this hole just like I usually fill her pussy.

  “Oh, my God,” she says, leaning back as much as she can onto my chest, before I pinch her nipple.

  “Stay up there where I tied you,” I tell her, looking down at my big cock as it moves into and out of her ass.

  “Yes, Professor,” she answers.

  “That’s a good girl. That’s my naughty, dirty fiancée.”

  I reach around to the front of her and play with her clit as I thrust in and out of her ass hole. She begins dripping all over me, clearly enjoying what I’m doing to her.

  “That feels so good,” she says. “I’m so glad you bought my anal virginity.”

  “I’m so glad I met you,” I tell her, as my cock becomes completely engorged. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too.”

  Just then I shoot my cum inside her ass hole as I continue to play with her pussy. She thrashes around with her hands tied up and says, “I’m coming, Adam, I’m coming.”

  “I’m coming too,” I tell her, and when I finish I pull my cock out of her ass and look at the delicious cream pie I’ve left inside her. It drips out onto the bench.

  I push myself up against her ass and whisper into her ear, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You sold me your body, but you stole my heart.”

  She hangs her head down and pants, completely and utterly exhausted.

  “I’m so glad I did too,” she says. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  As I stand up and begin to untie her, she can’t help but get one more joke in.

  “It’ll cost you a pretty penny though.”

  I look down at my pretty green-eyed, funny fiancée, and laugh the laugh she says she loves so much.

  “You’re worth every cent.”

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  Chapter One – Lindsey

  I made a mistake. I gave a guy my real number by accident. He wasn’t even good looking, and now my phone is blowing up. Good god, how fucking stupid of me.

  I had just got out the shower, feeling clean and sexy. The steam around me made me cozy as I dried off. I tried to wait out the annoying sound of my phone going off. But he had a strong determination.

  Didn’t guys get the point after the fifth damn call? When I was finally dry, I stalked into my bedroom and grabbed my phone. Flicking the red phone button on the side to deny his call, I dropped it back down onto the bed and went to my wardrobe.

  Being naked was nice, but only for a while. My tits were getting cold. And with no man here to suck my nipples, it would only get on my nerves. That was what men were for; pleasure.

  Yeah, there was happy couples and all that jazz. But that was playing Russian Roulette with your heart, and I wasn’t willing to get stabbed a dozen times to find prince char
ming. No way in hell. I chose a skinny black dress to compliment my short red hair that I had recently cut into a bob.

  It fit my face. And it made me undeniably sexier than I had been before.

  Knock, knock, knock.

  I approached the door with soft steps without saying a word. Once I was up against the peep hole I had to make out who I saw. The glass on my peep hole was shit. Why was it even here? I rolled my eyes.

  “Who is it?” I asked, seeing a feminine figure sway. Hmm, that movement was familiar.

  “It’s me, Stacy, hope you didn’t forget this face that soon,” she giggled, waving at the door.

  I swung the door open and flung my arms open for a hug. God, Stacy was the cutest little stripper at Bar Seven. She didn’t stay too long, since she met her husband, Grant. “Oh my god, Stacy!” She hugged me, her petite pregnant frame mustered up enough energy to give me quite a squeeze.

  “Hey there, How have you been holding up?”

  “You know, same old same old, come on in and make yourself at home.”

  I brought her inside and she looked around. It had been a while. She was soon to be a mom and now living the life of a house wife. A wealthy one. How did she do it?

  “Hmm, still no boyfriend yet?” she sighed, holding her chin in curiosity. She was digging for some positive news. Why did everyone think women always had to have a man.

  I flopped down on the black sofa I had in the living room and shook my head.

  “Stacy, you know I’m not the kind to settle down. I’m a free spirit, bogged down by no man.” I had to admit, my chest rose a little when I said that. I wouldn’t call it haughty, but more like proud. Confident and proud that I could live life without the appendage of a guy. Too much drama. I’d rather live without it.

  I saw what it did to mom.

  I saw the fights it caused my sister Samantha. And like hell was I putting my name on the drama list.

  Stacy sat down next to me and tilted her head to the side with a smirk. “Oh, so you think I’m bogged down?” She folded her arms and narrowed her eyes playfully. Oh, come on, she knew what I meant.