“I come over once, and now you’re inviting me over for good?”
Bradley kissed the top of my head. “Don’t pretend you’re not considering it.”
“It would be nice,” I admitted. “Especially since I don’t even know where to start, as far as the job search goes.”
“Why not try to get something to do with art? Like a position at a gallery or a museum?”
“That would be amazing, but those jobs aren’t easy to find. Most likely, I’ll end up with another waitressing gig.”
“ I still think you should apply, Bradley said. He hesitated, then said, “And your art?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you going to submit it to any galleries? Like the one we went to.”
“I don’t know if it’s really up to par and…”
“Bullshit.”
The anger in Bradley’s voice surprised me.
“You don’t really think you’re work is subpar?” he asked, his voice still heated. “People need to see your art.”
I was speechless against the certainty in his voice. Was Bradley right?
After a few more minutes of lying there together and finishing the ice cream, I wasn’t sure what to say. Luckily for me, judging by the sharp poke to my ass, Bradley wasn’t exactly concentrating on what to say either.
“You’re happy to see me?” I said lightly.
“You could say that,” he said, nibbling on my neck.
I twisted around so I could get my lips on him. He tasted like Cherry Garcia and pent-up lust, or maybe it was just me. Every kiss of his seemed more sensual than the last.
His chest was taut through his shirt. I peeked open my eyes to get a glimpse of his uniform.
“Officer Bradley,” I said, liking the sound of the words on my tongue.
He kissed that grin away, his hands cupping my face as his boner continued to press between my legs. Finally, I could take it no longer: I undid his pants. His eyes half-lidded, he undid mine. I undid his shirt, one painstaking button at a time. He pulled up mine.
His fingers traced the lacy edges of my bra. “How’d you know…”
I could only groan as his fingers plundered deeper. Every one of his strokes of my bare chest, of my midriff, was gentle yet firm, kneading my flesh as if massaging me.
I was so relaxed and wet, he could’ve taken me then. When he finally undid his pants the rest of the way and put on a condom, I was nearly ready to explode.
I smiled at him, wordless, as he entered me. For there were no need for words for this, for us. For the sweet way he slid into me, plumbing my depths. My fingernails raked his back with the pleasure overtaking me.
We rolled and kissed our way from one position to another, legs akimbo, limbs splayed. I didn’t know names – only feelings – and they were all exquisite. I came once, then again,
And still, Bradley’s jackhammer of a dick had more for me. Finally, taking me from behind, doggy-style, was when my highest pleasure was reached. Maybe it was the feel of his balls slapping against my clit, or maybe it was how Bradley was now groaning, his cock twitching inside me with his upcoming release. Whatever the reason, my body was flailing as the biggest orgasm yet approached.
Still, there were no words. There was no need. This was pure body-to-body joining. A fusion of souls.
As his cock rippled in me and my body flailed from side to side, my torso collapsed on the bed, as he lost it and I lost it – together, the two of us overtaken by one raging nirvana of an orgasm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he groaned.
Or maybe it was me, the two of us. Whoever it was, all I knew is that afterwards, we lay there cuddling for what seemed like forever.
Finally, a phone went off and Bradley rose.
“I should be getting back home, but…” – he stroked my cheek – “You could come along, if you wanted?”
I kissed his hand but shook my head. “What I need to do now is sleep. But thank you. For everything.”
“Thank you,” he said, leaning in for a kiss. “Are you sure you’ll be alright though?”
“Yes,” I said. “This really handsome police officer came by and ate ice cream with me and talked and then screwed my brains out, and now I actually feel pretty good.”
He grinned. “Anyone I know?”
“You know him really well, yeah.”
We smiled at each other for another few seconds like a pair of goofs, and then he left, with one last smiling wave behind him.
Once he was gone, though, I didn’t fall asleep as quickly as I would’ve expected. Instead, I tossed and turned, my mind churning with the awareness that there was something left undone. When I sat up, I knew what it was: submitting my artwork to that art gallery opening we’d gone to.
My tired body protested, but Bradley’s words echoed in my head: “People need to see your art.” He was right.
And so, I got out my phone and, in the search bar, typed in: Seven-Four Art Gallery. And then, I took one last look at the few sketches I had transferred online, and I sent them off.
There, I thought to myself, smiling, At least I tried now.
19
Wyatt
After I heard about what Britt went through with Bradley, I knew I had to have her over.
“Hey,” I said the next morning when she picked up. “I know you’re all set to start job-hunting. But I thought maybe you could do it here.”
“You have a day off too?”
“It’s a Saturday.”
“Oh yeah.” She chuckled ruefully. “Already, my sense of time is slipping.”
“Careful,” I warned her. “Or pretty soon you’ll start feeling like you’re free too.”
“The horror.”
We laughed, then I said, “So that’s a yes?”
“That’s a see you in an hour or so.”
“I could pick you up-”
“Bye Wyatt.”
She was at the door an hour and fifteen minutes later.
“At least I know you aren’t using me for my car,” I said, hugging her.
“No, that’s what my other boyfriend is for,” she joked.
“Your other…” I trailed off, scanning her.
“I was joking.”
“Ok.” Suddenly, I felt stiff and cold. “You’re not…”
“Seeing anyone other than you guys? No. I’ve kind of got my hands full with the three of you.”
Just like that, the lightbulb of my good mood went on again. “Oh, good.”
“Because we bought you something,” Kingston said, sauntering in.
“What do you mean ‘we’?” Bradley said, taking the cake out of the fridge. On it was written: ‘Congratulations Britt!’.
“You remembered,” Britt said, beaming at him. “That chocolate is my favorite.”
“You bet,” he said.
“This is all touching, but can we cut and eat the damn thing already?” Kingston said.
“Hang on there,” I told him, “It’s up to Britt.”
She only smiled. “I’m ready if you guys are. And am I supposed to cut it with my hand?”
“Yes,” Kingston and I chorused at the same time that Bradley said “No”, producing a knife.
As she got to cutting, Kingston frowned. “So much for you licking frosting off your fingers.”
The first piece cut and served, Britt raised a brow. “Who says I can’t anyway?”
As it turned out, the four of us all curled up on the couch together, Britt did lick frosting off her fingers – and ours too. All I could do was watch with enrapt attention as she corkscrewed her lips around my cake-crumbed fingers.
“Knew eating the cake with our hands was a good idea,” Kingston said in a voice of utter reverence.
Me? I couldn’t tear my eyes off her. Knowing just how hot Britt was in bed made this even worse.
In the end, Britt lay across the three of our laps as we turned on some Lord of the Rings.
“You like this?” Britt asked,
surprised.
“You do?” Bradley asked back.
We laughed. And then we settled in for the show. Although I couldn’t pay attention how I usually did. Britt’s butt just so happened to be positioned on my boner, and every shifting readjustment she made sparked my erection to new life. And then there was just this experience itself. All of us cuddled together on the couch, watching the movie, joking. Like Britt was just another friend – one who happened to be smoking hot and had slept with all of us.
But when she smiled at Bradley or laughed at one of Kingston’s outlandish jokes, I wasn’t finding myself twinging with jealousy anymore. No, now that I knew how she liked me, now that I had experienced it, I wasn’t worried anymore.
All that mattered to me was that I got to spend time with her. And as long as sharing her with my friends didn’t take away from that, it was, surprisingly, actually ok with me.
“You ok?” Britt asked, after a laughed at another joke too late.
“Yeah,” I said, smiling. “I’m great actually.”
Really, the only thing wrong was that I wished things could be like this always.
20
Britt
The next few days were not fun. I threw myself into job-hunting full force. So much that all I had time to do was go to another art gallery or restaurant, submit my resume, talk to the manager, stop by the boys’ place for an hour or so, then go home.
On the third day, I met Simone for coffee.
“I still feel really shitty about not walking out of there with you,” she admitted, stirring her latte with her spoon. “It’s just, you know my visa situation – I’m afraid no one else would hire me.”
“It’s ok,” I said. “I’m still not sure leaving was the right decision for me.”
“Well, I am,” Simone said. “Walter slapping your ass? That was too much.”
“Yeah, I just hope I can find somewhere to work now,” I said. “Though don’t worry. If I do, soon as I get established there I’ll see if I can get you a spot too.”
“We can work together like the good old days!” Simone squealed. Her smile grew mischievous. “Speaking of…how are things with?”
“Bradley, Kingston and Wyatt?” I smiled. “Good, actually.”
“You mean…”
“Yes,” I said, leaning in so only she could hear. “I’ve slept with all of them, and they don’t seem to mind. Even I don’t as much as I expected. Other than this sneaking suspicion I have that this could never work.”
Simone waved that away. “And?”
“And I’ve been there every day now,” I said. “It’s uncanny, just how right things seem with them. Like we should-”
“Move in together!” Simone declared, clapping her hands together.
“Whoa there.” I took a big sip of my coffee. “Don’t think we’re even close to there yet.”
“Why not?” Simone asked. “I mean, you guys are getting along so well.”
“I’ve known them for a few weeks,” I protested. “It would be completely crazy.”
“Some would say your arrangement now is completely crazy,” Simone pointed out.
“Some would say you’re crazy,” I said, although I was still smiling at her.
“I am crazy,” she said, her smile not faltering in the least.”
I chuckled, lifting my cup to her. “Here’s to us crazy girls.”
A phone call disrupted us.
It was Kingston. “What are you up to?”
“Having a coffee, why?” I said.
“What are you wearing?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Aw, c’mon.” He swore. “Please?”
“I’m with a friend.”
“I don’t mind if that French girl overhears.”
“Is this why you called me?”
“No, actually. I called you because I want to invite you somewhere.”
“Let me guess, your bed.”
“Close, actually. It will be dark there.”
“Great, that really narrows it down.”
“Oh yeah.”
“I’m not agreeing until you tell me where it is.”
“Thought you liked surprises.”
“I can’t meet you at a mystery location.”
“Who said anything about meeting?”
“Fine. Can you at least tell me what to wear?”
“The sexiest dress you have.”
“Kingston.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Do I get to know what time?”
“Eight pm should be good. Oh – don’t eat, by the way.”
“Ok. See you tonight.”
Hanging up, I smiled shyly at Simone.
She smiled right on back. “Sounds like someone has a hot daaate,” she sing-songed.
“A hot date to a mystery location,” I said, “Not sure how I feel about that, but it’s going to be some restaurant most likely, since he told me not to eat.”
“Something tells me you’re going to be dessert,” Simone declared blithely. She raised her eyebrows.
“You’re so bad,” I said, though I was grinning.
21
Kingston
When I’d told her to wear the sexiest dress she had, I hadn’t thought that meant she’d wear an actual take-me-here-and-now sheath that was so alluring it was painful to rip my eyes away. But rip my eyes away, I must. We had a reservation and no time for anything beforehand, as much as I’d like to have a go.
As she got in my car, I kept my eyes on the road. “You did wear that to torment me, right?”
“What gave it away?”
“Give me your hand and I’ll show you.”
“Kingston!”
I sighed. “A guy can try, can’t he?”
“Did you even actually invite me out to a restaurant?”
“I’m offended by the question. We’re almost there already, anyway.”
And, sure enough, we were. It took a bit longer to find parking, but I was in no rush anyway. Now that Britt was in the seat next to me, I could afford to take my time.
A nice jaunt down a few streets later, and we were there. At the first glimpse of the sign, Britt smiled.
“I did well?” I asked.
“You did,” she said. “I’ve never been to an in-the-dark restaurant before.”
My hand snuck to her ass and patted it. “You’ll like it, you’ll see.”
We were greeted by a tall, stooping waiter, and some blindfolds. And then, the real fun began. While making our way to our table was no easy task, once there, the novelty of the experience set in.
The way, in the absence of sight, all the other senses lit up. Like how silky-smooth Britt’s dress was. How the dark vanilla tang of her scent made sitting near her and not kissing her near-unbearable.
“I’ve never been to an in-the-dark restaurant before either,” I confessed. “I was saving it for a special occasion.”
“And this is one?”
“I don’t know.” My hand settled on her thigh. “Is it?”
“Feels pretty special to me.”
“Good. I wanted it to be.”
As my hand snuck out, Britt exhaled sharply.
“The waiters can see us, you know,” she said quietly.
“What – afraid they’ll see how into it you are?”
Her hand grabbed my thigh and buzzing erupted through my body.
“Two can play at this game.”
Luckily, we disengaged ourselves in time for the waiter to take and deliver our orders. During that time, we had pleasant, fun conversation. When the food finally arrived, I was ravenous. I lit into it like a starving man. Maybe it was due to the lack of sight, but the rich taste of barbeque chicken rejoiced through me with every forkful.
“So for dessert?” I said, once I was finished, my hand sneaking up her thigh. “Your place or mine?”
Her hand grazed my cock. “Mine.”
And so it was settled then. The rest of the meal, w
e could barely keep our hands off each other. My arousal was in my very pulse, like a slow beating drum, inevitable, exhausting.
By the time we got to my car, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My lips slammed into hers, as our tongues thrashed. Her hands whipped to my already raging boner, mine reached for her wet pussy.
“Kingston,” she said, breaking away.
“I know,” I growled, slamming the car into high gear.
I drove fast as hell straight to her place. In the elevator, our hands tore over each other. We barely made it to her room before I tore all of her clothes off.
I kissed her into the kitchen counter, pushing her up so her ass was resting on it. Then I ran a finger over her black and pink lacy panties.
“Nice. You wear these for me?”
“Maybe,” she said with a smile.
Really, it didn’t matter much. What did was that I couldn’t take much more of this cockteasing. Now that I had her here and alone, I knew what I had to do.
Bringing her over to her bed, I flung her onto it, scrambling on after her. Her suckling lips rankled across my neck, her hands shoving me down onto my back. When she positioned her still panty-covered pussy over my crotch, I grinned, gesturing to her dress.
“Get naked.”
She cocked her head at me as she slid her dress over her head. Her bra and panties were the last to go, her evidently enjoying my hungry eyes as she took her sweet time.
“You too,” she said once she was perfectly naked, indicating my pants and shirt.
My shirt we took off together, pulling and kissing it over my head. My pants I tore off and flung aside.
And then, finally, thank God it was time.
Her first lowering down of herself onto my cock was done gingerly.
Jerking my dick up to reach her didn’t help much.
“You aiming to tease me forever?” I growled.
“I don’t know if I’m ready.” She looked down at me with something like awe. “You’re so thick.”
My hands slid around her waist to bring her down lower onto me. “Let me show you how thick I am.”
And so, slowly but surely, she impaled herself on my dick. With each further venturing, I felt myself hardening even more. Christ she was so tight.
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