Trio

by P. F. Kozak

  Nancy felt a small pang of regret. Not like she could ever wear the black velvet dress anywhere but it would be a great souvenir of sex that had rocked her world. For all she knew, she might never have sex that good without it.

  Do not obsess, she told herself sternly. Do not assign magical powers to an inanimate object. If Steve Karan wants you, he wants you. Didn’t he just say you look great in a baggy uniform?

  He reached toward her. Feeling the first waves of Postcoital Nervous Second-Guessing Syndrome hit her and hit hard, she looked down at her bare thighs and pressed his knees together before he could slide his hand between her legs.

  But Steve only wanted to turn her face to him and he did, touching his lips to hers in a tender kiss that was nonetheless passionate. Purely, physically passionate.

  Do not interpret this to mean more than it means, she told herself, parting her lips and yielding to the sensual mouth on hers. Tongue tango is a lot of fun. But tonight you’ll be sleeping with the Lump. Steve will be heading home to—she wondered where he lived and what his place looked like and whether he had a cat or a roommate or what. She kept right on kissing him. Nancy was expert at multitasking.

  Steve pulled back. “Hm. Why do I have the feeling you just weren’t into that?”

  She scrubbed at her mouth with the back of her hand. “It was nice. I’m tired, I guess.”

  “Want to go home? I’m done for the day.” He looked at her expectantly.

  Was he waiting for an invitation? Nancy hesitated before answering.

  “Yeah. Gotta feed the cat, do some laundry.” She realized how dreary that sounded and put a smile on her face. “Early bedtime for me. I’ll make a cup of cocoa and catch a couple of cartoons on Adult Swim.” Not exactly sophisticated, but then she didn’t have to impress a really, really nice guy like Steve. Which was all part of his incredible charm, goddamn it. How had she missed it in high school? Maybe between him and Jack Ginnis, who was, if anything, cuter, her mind had just shut down.

  Nancy wondered what had gotten into her. Just wearing a movie-star dress and being a raunchy sex goddess, demanding and receiving the ultimate in pleasure, hadn’t ruined her for ordinary life, had it? Nah. She shouldn’t be thinking about doing two guys.

  She looked into Steve’s soulful brown eyes, trying to read his mind. Despite his average-Joe job, he was anything but ordinary. Something about him made her weak inside. Made her crave more. Her ever-present common sense warned her to take it slow.

  “Home,” she repeated. Where she could think.

  Five months later…

  I am a woman in love, Nancy thought miserably. Which totally sucks. She tossed and turned in bed, annoying Lump into jumping down and stalking off.

  “Tough luck,” she said to the tip of his tail before it vanished around the doorjamb with the rest of the cat. She sprawled out on the bed and punched a pillow into the right shape to hide her face and indulge in teenager-style sobs of self-pity. Feeling suffocated, she gave up on that and rolled over on her back, sprawled out even wider.

  Being alone sucked even more than being in love. Steve had been assigned to a night shift and he couldn’t swing by. He was working extra hours as it was, saving up for Christmas, or so he said.

  His mother wanted this, his father needed that. The nieces and nephews in his big Polish American family adored their Uncle Steve, and he was already thinking about a small but good gift for each and every Karan brat, as he called them. He had to be about the most generous guy she’d ever known. And he didn’t have all that much to be generous with either, not on an honest cop’s salary. Her clients contributed to charities but only because they needed the deductions.

  And as far as Nancy was concerned, he gave her everything she wanted. She craved his company, his easygoing sense of humor, his anything-goes attitude in the bedroom—all of him.

  Her pussy throbbed with longing. Nancy pressed her thighs closed. Didn’t help. She thought about her latest client’s disastrous foray onto MySpace. Someone had outed Frank Fabulous as not the college guy he pretended to be and posted his real age. forty-five, not twenty-nine. No new friends for Frank.

  As distractions went, it didn’t work. She still wanted Steve, right here, in her bed, in her arms. If she could figure out a way to clone him, that would be even better. Two Steves. Or, her bad self whispered, one Steve and one Jack. Shut up, her good self whispered back. You don’t even know what he’s like now.

  The phone rang and she rolled on her belly to answer it, crabbily. “Hello?”

  “Hello yourself.” A thrill shot through her at the sound of Steve’s amused low voice.

  “Hi!”

  She could hear him grin. “That’s better. A little enthusiasm is always nice.”

  “I wasn’t expecting it to be you, Steve.”

  “Who were you expecting?”

  “At this hour—I don’t know. Just didn’t think it would be you. How’s work?”

  He chuckled. “Got about an hour here between shifts, went out to my car. Just thought I’d call you. I know you haven’t been fucked silly for way too long, so I was thinking…how about a little phone sex?”

  She drew in her breath. “You’re not going to, like, do yourself in the parking lot, right?”

  “No. This is just for you.”

  Nancy unstuck her thighs. Trying to control her horniness by pressing them together wasn’t a good idea. “Wow. Okay. But—um—I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

  He laughed. “Just tell me what you want me to do to you. I’ll take it from there.”

  “What is this, Steve Karan’s Bedtime Story Hour?”

  “Something like that.”

  Nancy relaxed and wriggled her hips into a comfortable position. Just listening to his low voice in the dark made her hot. “I want you to…”

  “Don’t be shy. Nobody’s listening. You know you can tell me anything.”

  “I want you to come in the bedroom when I’m half asleep,” she began, “and I’m naked under the covers. And…you’re not alone.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Is this like a threesome fantasy?”

  Nancy sucked in her breath. “Yes.”

  “Huh.” He sounded amused. “Anyone I know?”

  Should she tell him? Nancy took a deep breath.

  “Don’t get mad, okay? Or jealous.”

  “I won’t. Just tell me.”

  “You come in with…Jack.”

  “Jack Ginnis?”

  “Didn’t you say you two used to hang in the ivy on the gym wall to try to get a glimpse of me?”

  “Uh, yeah. Until he broke his ankle.”

  Nancy giggled. “You never told me that.”

  “I wrote your initials on his cast with black marker.”

  “You two were that into me?”

  Steve harrumphed. “Well, yeah.”

  “Then I picked the right guy for a fantasy threesome.”

  “I see your reasoning.”

  “Okay. You two come in. Then you sit down by me and put your hand on top of the covers to rub my back and my butt. I move a little but don’t wake up. The smooth warm sheet slides over my skin, and it’s your hand that’s making it happen.”

  “Mm-hm.”

  If only he was doing that to her right now, Nancy thought wistfully. Well, in a way he was, so there was no point in wishing he was actually here. Emotionally he was. He understood that she was lonely and frustrated without her having to whine about it.

  “And then…”

  “Go on.”

  “You concentrate on my behind. Stroking and squeezing each cheek. Using both hands. But I’m still under the covers. What you’re doing is getting me hot. I wake up a little more and you push the blankets down to my waist, keeping me cuddled up. You show off my naked ass to Jack.”

  “You’re getting me hot,” he said softly, a heavy longing in his voice.

  Nancy smiled into the receiver. “Good.”


  “Now what?”

  “I push up on my elbows so you can reach around and feel my tits. They’re super-warm because I’ve been lying on my front and having you fondle them feels really good. You start tugging on my nipples and I arch up to let you. Then you start rubbing my ass with your other hand, sliding the blanket and sheets around. I love having my breasts and behind stroked at the same time. Jack says you are a dirty dog and a lucky duck, and he laughs a little. His voice is kinda growly—and just knowing he’s watching you handle me makes me kinda shameless.”

  Steve gave a long sigh and didn’t say anything.

  “You bend over to start kissing my bare back and push my hair aside to kiss the nape of my neck. I’m still arched up, loving what you’re doing to me. Loving you.”

  “Do you, Nancy?” he said softly.

  “You know I do.”

  She heard him smile again. “Go on.”

  “Then you pull the covers all the way down and bare my ass. Tell me how soft it is and how much you want to look at me on all fours. Let your best friend admire me. You take your time. You’re good at that, Steve.”

  “Maybe too good.”

  “You roll me over on my back and treat me to a long session of nipple-sucking. I try to touch my pussy because I’m getting hot but you won’t let me. You grab my wrists and keep my hands together above my head, and really do my nipples, until I almost can’t stand it. Jack’s looking on. He’s got his zipper down and his cock out, and he’s stroking it, tight and hard.”

  “Do the same, angel. Touch yourself. I can’t stop you.”

  Nancy’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I don’t want to. I’m not ready yet. I want to wait. I want you to make me wait and not rush anything. It gets really intense that way.”

  “Yeah.”

  His disembodied voice, saying that single word so softly, made her dripping wet. Nancy could feel the moisture on her thighs but she kept her hands away from her swollen labia.

  “You roll me back over my belly and tell me to put a pillow between my legs.”

  “Do it.”

  She shook her head, even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “Not yet.”

  “Okay, talk about it some more.”

  “You want me to confide in you, tell you a really wild fantasy while you stare down at me riding that firm pillow, holding it between my thighs. I talk and talk…about wanting you…and wanting Jack to watch us fuck. And I get into what I do in private to satisfy myself sexually when you’re not around. You tell me to go ahead and rub and lay your hands on my soft ass-cheeks so you can feel me clench them…as I begin to lose control. Up and down. Around and down. I get to work my hot pussy and you get to watch.”

  “Yeah. Oh, yeah.”

  She breathed into the phone, imagining the size of his erection. He had to be about to break a zipper.

  “Then you pull out the pillow, really fast, and take it away. I turn over, about to object, but you’re ready. Your cock is out and you put it near my lips, because you know I’ll open right up and suck you hard.”

  Steve moaned. She had him with that bit. Nancy grinned and licked her lips. “So I do.”

  “Most of the way in. So you’re comfortable.”

  “I press my tongue against the front of the shaft and swirl it around to under the head. And repeat that, until you have to get your fingers tightly around your cock to keep from ramming it into my mouth, you’re so turned on.

  “I lick your fingers, too, and suck you like a porn star. Hard and pulsing. You gasp and pull out, go for a condom. I lie back, pleased with myself for getting you that hot.”

  He didn’t answer.

  “Steve?”

  “Still here. Losing my mind. Not touching myself. But I hope you are.”

  She slid a hand between her legs and kept the receiver cradled between her ear and her shoulder. “Yeah, I am. And I am so slick and tight, you wouldn’t believe it. So swollen, Steve. Waiting for you. I have my legs spread really, really wide. And I’m watching you struggle to slide a condom over your huge, stiff cock. That one breaks and you swear. I don’t care, because I get to watch you do it a second time. I love to watch a man handle his cock and balls, absolutely love it.”

  He didn’t reply.

  “What are you doing right now, Steve?”

  “Making a list. One item. Condoms.”

  “All right. You get the second one and get over me on the bed, pushing my legs even farther apart. Then you kneel and put your hot tongue where it feels best, penetrating my pussy with it. I lift my thighs up and hold myself open to get more and more. You’re making me cry, it feels so good. Jack is groaning, still stroking himself.”

  “Then you move your mouth a little higher and suck my clit. It’s a weird feeling, almost too intense. I get my hands in your hair and make you stop. Pull you up to me so you can kiss me. So I can taste my pussy all over your mouth.”

  “Oh, God,” he murmured.

  “You can’t stop now—”

  “Get that thing,” he interrupted her.

  “What thing?”

  “That dildo we had so much fun with. Put it in. I want to know that your pussy is totally filled when you start coming so you’re completely satisfied. I have to go without but you don’t.”

  “Okay. Hang on.” She put down the phone receiver and looked in two of the nightstand drawers before she found it. He’d bought it in a sex shop when she dared him to go in, and like he said, they’d had a lot of fun with it, even given it a name. The Boyfriend. No matter what, he believed a woman should be pleasured in every possible place and he only had one cock.

  Nancy picked up the receiver. “Got it.”

  “Good. Lube it.”

  “Don’t need to, Steve.”

  “Okay. Lie back in the pillows and hold it right outside your pussy, so you can feel the head but don’t put it in. I’m over you and you’re waiting to feel the first thrust.”

  “I want you so much, Steve. I wish you were here.”

  “I know. You ready, angel?”

  “Uh-huh,” she whimpered.

  “Now. Do it.”

  Nancy thrust the dildo she was clutching deep inside her, moaning, wishing his mouth was covering hers and moaning, too.

  “Yeah. I’m in you, fucking you hard but not fast. A slow thrust in with clit pressure at the end. And slow reverse while you writhe. I keep on doing it. Use the dildo just like that. And now…I want you to take Jack’s cock in your mouth. “

  Nancy lost the receiver in the sheets for a few lust-crazed minutes but she figured he would understand. She thrust the sex toy into herself, extremely stimulated knowing that he was listening to her very real moans, and had a huge hard-on he couldn’t do anything about. She rolled over onto the phone and heard it beep, then grabbed it. “You still there?” she whispered.

  “Yeah. Figured you lost the phone. Good. Still have that thing rammed up you?”

  “Mm-hm.” Her voice sounded far away to her own ears, shaky with unfulfilled desire.

  “Hold it in and sit up on your thighs. Use the bed to keep it in. Like we changed places and I’m on the bottom and you’re riding me.”

  Nancy obeyed.

  “Now rub your clit. Get the Boyfriend exactly as deep as you want it. Imagine Jack in your mouth and me in your pussy, giving it to you good. You’re so hot you need two men to satisfy you. Now put the goddamn phone down.”

  She did but carefully, wanting him to hear her orgasm. Nancy got her clit between her fingers and stroked it, increasing the pressure and speed until she was moaning again. With the big dildo deep inside her, with the sensation of Steve’s presence in the dark, quiet room, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came.

  Aching with longing, she touched herself just as lovingly and expertly as he did, and curled over when a powerful climax rocked her body. She pushed her pussy down on the dildo, crying out again and again, calling his name. Then she collapsed and fumbled for the phone, leaving the boyfriend he
’d bought for her inside her throbbing flesh.

  “Nice,” he said softly.

  “Oh, Steve. That was amazing. No matter what, you do it to me. You don’t even have to be in the room.”

  “I wouldn’t take it that far. I think I can get out of here before dawn.”

  “Mmm,” she murmured drowsily. “I hope so.”

  “Go to sleep, beautiful. And when I come in, I’m going to do exactly what you just told me. Step by step. I remember every word you said.” He blew a soft kiss into her ear and hung up.

  For a little while, Nancy slept. And when Steve finally did come in, Jack was with him.

  “Still want to do two guys?” Steve asked softly.

  She stared at him, then looked at Jack. Then she nodded.

  “Dreams do come true,” Jack said.

  “On all fours,” Steve said. And they took her to heaven two times over.

  3

  C hristmas was three weeks away and Nancy was already tired. Her clients regifted her with weird sweaters that didn’t fit and Sausage-N-Cheese Combo Pax that had circled the globe more often than fruitcake. For some reason, creative types, when flush with cash, tended to squander it on dubious investments: shares in Patagonian llama ranches and chicken-nugget-restaurant stocks and things like that, and there wasn’t a penny left over for their hardworking publicist. Not even a tax-deductible, business-expense-type penny.

  After years of scraping by, Nancy had a feeling that the best way to save money was not to spend it in the first place, especially around the holidays. But she knew that Steve—sweet, generous Steve, her own personal sex god—loved Christmas and would go all out. He had dragged himself out of bed by noon, the equivalent of dawn for a night-shift worker, and gone out to find the perfect tree.

  Therefore, she had to find him a truly great present. But what did you give a guy who truly didn’t care a whole hell of a lot about material things? Who was so unselfish that he’d fulfilled her wickedest fantasy, even if it meant letting his best friend see her naked? Steve hadn’t seemed to mind when Jack Ginnis decided to move to Florida. Nancy got the idea.

  Once was enough.

  The question of what to give him wasn’t easily answered. She finally decided to trust fate and follow whatever called to her. So far she had been called to a deluxe athletic-wear store, where she had contemplated buying state-of-the-art footwear with space-spring soles to replace his beloved but very scuffed sneakers.