*****
Terry spent most of Friday as a nervous wreck. Aside from her best friend and work colleague, she told no one else about her date, such as it was.
“You got an actual date with a real firefighter?” Alice stared at Terry in disbelief.
“Yep.”
“Do you have any idea how fit those guys are? He might ruin you for life. I hope you’ve been working out, because you’ll need the strength—”
“Alice, chill. It’s a dinner date, nothing more.” Terry couldn’t help the half-smile that twitched her lips.
“Oh, sure.” Alice rocked her head and dropped her voice an octave. “It’s a dinner date. Nothing more,” she mocked.
“No, really.”
“No, really.”
“That’s pretty childish.”
Alice laughed. “That’s how jealous people behave, didn’t you know?”
“You’re jealous?”
“Of course I’m jealous!”
“You want me to ask if he has a friend?”
“He’s a firefighter! Of course he has friends. Well, buddies, anyway.”
“I’ll make sure I ask tonight.”
“You’re not going to call right now? Call him! Ask for me!”
“Alice, I can’t phone a guy on duty and demand…” Terry stopped as Alice grinned. “You were messing with me, weren’t you?”
“Of course I was. Except, not really.”
Terry sighed. “I’ll ask him tonight, okay? I don’t want to switch it to a double-date at the last minute.”
Alice glanced at her wristwatch. “You still have four hours, bestie. It’s hardly last minute.”
“Now, wait just a…”
“Gotcha twice!” Alice grinned. “But you will ask him for me?”
“I promise, okay?”
“So whatcha gonna wear?”
Terry leaned closer. “What I was wearing when we first met.”
“But you sleep in the nude!”
Terry slapped Alice’s arm. “I do not!”
“You’re wearing pajamas? Isn’t that a bit forward?”
Terry shrugged. “He’s already seen me in them. Where’s the harm?”
“But it’s a date!”
“And I want to be comfortable.”
“And what’ll he be wearing? A bathrobe?”
Terry raised her eyebrows. “Hey, that’s not a bad idea.” She reached for her phone.
“I was kidding!” Alice cried.
“Gotcha back.”
“Smartass.”
“But if he’s too much man for me, I’ll call you and invite you round, okay?”
Alice stared. “You’d really do that?”
“Gotcha twice.”
Alice scowled. “You can be cruel sometimes.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it on Monday.”
“You better.”
~
Terry jumped with fright when her doorbell rang. She’d been tense all day, and her nerves had grown worse since she left work. The hot shower had helped ease some of her anxiety, but as she dressed, her hands started to tremble.
Her bright idea of wearing pajamas had left her with a fresh problem—what underwear to choose. Lingerie would have been sexy, but faintly ridiculous beneath pajamas. Too much of a contrast, she thought. Worlds apart. If only she had a negligee or a baby doll nightdress.
“Definitely too forward.” She dismissed the idea as ridiculous. She straightened out her pajamas on the bed—yet again—and tried to make up her mind. What would look casual, as if she wasn’t expecting to be undressed, but prepare her for an evening of passion?
“White,” she decided. “White briefs and a white bra.” She rummaged in the drawer. “Now, where are you guys?” After a moment, she thought she remembered seeing white briefs in her laundry room.
Naked, she scampered out of the bedroom and into the back of the apartment, where last week’s laundry lay neatly folded.
“There you are.” She pulled a clean bra and briefs from the stack, then turned to head back to the bedroom.
That was the moment her doorbell rang.
“What? No! Hell, no, it can’t be him already!” In a panic, she grabbed a white bath towel, and wound it around her body, tucking it in at the front.
“Who can it be? It can’t be him. He’s too early.” A glance at the clock told her it was a little after seven-thirty. As she headed for the door, she tried to remember what time she’d told the fire chief. Had she given a specific time at all?
“Hell, no…” When she peered through the spyhole in her door, Larry was standing outside, glancing up and down the corridor as he waited for Terry to answer.
With a sigh, she cracked open the door and peered out. “Hi,” she managed in a tiny voice.
“Hi,” he replied. “Are we… too early?” He glanced to his right.
“Too early? No, no, of course not,” she lied. “But you might have to wait inside for a few minutes. I’m… running late?” Her words emerged as a question and she cringed.
“We don’t mind waiting.” Larry grinned.
“Great,” Terry gushed. “Great.”
“Ah… maybe you could open the door a little wider? I’m not over weight by any means, but I’d still struggle with that gap.”
Terry groaned at her own stupidity. With a final check on the towel’s security, she pulled the door wide and shuffled back, hiding her underwear behind her back.
“You weren’t expecting us yet, were you?”
Terry rocked her head. “I kinda…uh… lost track of the time. Hey, wait…” A penny dropped in her mind. “Why do you keep saying ‘we’ when you speak?”
“Because it would be rude not to.” Larry lifted his arm to usher his buddy through the doorway. Terry stared as she tried to remember where she’d seen him before. Packed with muscle, and only an inch shorter than Larry, the other guy was less rugged, and more youthful.
Oh my God, he brought a male model along!
“You remember Tim, don’t you?”
“Uh…” Terry struggled to regain her composure.
“I don’t think you saw me without my mask,” Tim offered. He hid the lower half of his face with his hands. Two ice-blue eyes watched for her reaction.
“I… the fire, right?” she guessed. “You were both there?”
“And we were surprised when the chief said you’d asked us to dinner.”
“Surprised, but pleased,” Larry added. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
Terry remembered she was still wearing a towel. “Uh, sure.” Once again, she checked she was covered.
“We can sit down while you change,” Larry offered. He stepped away from the door, tugging Tim’s arm to pull him inside.
“Yes. Good idea.” Terry pushed the door closed the moment both guys were inside. “The living room is through there.” She hurried away to the bedroom and closed the door. Her phone was on the bedside table. She hit speed dial and pressed the phone to her ear.
“Pick up, pick up…”
“Hello?”
“Alice, you gotta help me. I need you. I really need you.”
“Slow down, bestie. What’s the problem?”
“When we talked earlier, I said I’d invite you if they got too much for me. You remember?”
“I remember. What do you mean they?”
“Long story. I got two of them here.”
“How in the hell?”
“My invitation got lost in translation, I think. I need your help.”
“Terry, I can’t…”
“Say what?”
“I’m with someone.”
“No, no. You can’t be.”
“Sorry, honey. I got me a date. A real live one.”
“But I need you…” Terry groaned.
“No can do, honey. You need to tell them to go, or…”
“Or?”
“Have the best night of your life.”
“Alice. There’s two of th
em!”
“So you’ll have twice the fun. I wish I could help, I really do. But I like this guy a lot.”
“Alice…”
“Gotta go. Enjoy yourself honey. Tell me all about it on Monday.”
“Please…”
“Love you. Go get them. Bye.” With that, she was gone. Terry stared at her phone. Alice had let her down. Her best friend had left her alone with two guys.
Worse, she expected Terry to sleep with them both.
Or she could tell them to leave.
What was a girl to do?
*****
Terry pulled on the white underwear she’d rescued from the laundry room, then she slipped into a light summer dress. The pajamas had been a fun idea when had only been expecting Larry. But the idea of two guys looking at her in her ‘come to bed’ clothes felt wrong.
Alice had said the guys should be told to leave, but Terry had invited them both by accident. It would be rude to get rid of them now. Plus, both firefighters had been instrumental in rescuing her from the smoke-filled building. How could she thank one, but not the other?
She took a deep breath, smoothed down the front of her dress, then opened the bedroom door. When she walked into the living room, both guys were seated comfortably on the sofa. They’d taken opposite ends, leaving a gap in the center, as if they thought she might sit between them.
And what an ice breaker that would be. She sat opposite, on one of the chairs.
“I think you’ve already realized there’s been some confusion,” she began.
“We figured as much,” Larry said with a smile.
“I only got Larry’s name, and I’m normally a one-on-one girl…”
“You need me to leave?” Tim stiffened, about to stand.
“No, no, stay. Please.” Terry put her hand on his knee. “You were both here. You both rescued me. I was thoughtless when I only invited Larry.”
“Hey, it’s no biggie,” Tim said. “If you guys want to be alone.”
“It’s awkward,” Terry admitted.
“But not unique,” Larry finished.
“No…” Tim said slowly. He shook his head and frowned, as if trying to shut Larry up.
“What do you mean?” Terry asked. “Not unique?”
“We’ve been… thanked before,” Larry said.
“For rescuing people.”
“Specifically women.” Larry watched her closely.
“Dude…” Tim said softly. “I don’t think she needs to hear—”
“No, I want to know more. When you say ‘thanked,’ what do you mean?”
“Sometimes it’s dinner, sometimes the lady buys us something. Other times…”
“Uh huh?”
“Well, the last lady who thanked us? We didn’t leave her apartment until one in the morning.”
“Oh,” Terry said. “Oh, that kind of ‘thank you.’ I see.”
“That’s the way it goes sometimes.”
“You guys lead an interesting life. Wait…” Terry frowned. “You were both there? Until one in the morning?”
“We were,” Tim admitted. “The lady was very grateful.”
“And exhausted, I imagine,” Terry said.
Tim laughed. “She fell asleep in the end. We left her curled up like a little kitten.”
“Wow,” Terry said softly. “And… are you guys expecting… the same from me? Is that why you both came?”
“What? No,” Larry said quickly. “We’ve visited evacuees before.” He glanced around the living room. “It gives us a sense of closure when we see them getting back to normal after an incident.”
“We’ve visited men, women and kids,” Tim added. “It’s a good feeling.”
“The reason I invited Larry back…” Terry crossed her legs and arranged her dress so her skin was covered. “Was to say thank you for a job well done. But I’d like to extend my thanks to you as well, Tim. You were both very professional, very reassuring.”
Larry nodded. “Glad to be of service. If there’s anything else we can do…”
“Maybe there is,” Terry said. Her mind was working on an exit strategy. “I have a friend. A girl friend…”
“Oh?”
“And if you guys don’t mind, I’d like to invite you back next Friday, so we can be more… balanced.”
Larry laughed. “You think three is a crowd?”
“Maybe three is one person too few. Wouldn’t four make more sense?”
“That depends on your outlook,” Larry said. He leaned back. “Three can sometimes be more fun than four.”
“Or two,” Tim added.
“Two is a good number,” Terry pointed out.
“Because it’s the norm? Because it’s what everybody does?”
“But with three, someone always gets left out. Someone is always on the sidelines.”
“Not in our experience.” Tim and Larry exchanged knowing glances.
“You’ve shared a woman? You’ve both been with her at the same time?”
“We have.”
“And you didn’t get in each other’s way? You didn’t mind sharing her?”
“It was one hell…” Tim smirked, “of a ride.”
“Wow.” Terry pushed her hands through her hair. The room had become strangely warm. She was aware of their eyes on her body. A peculiar tingle was spreading outward from her midriff. Both men, both handsome, well-muscled men, had made love to the same woman… at the same time. Her mind filled with images of their naked bodies, perspiring as they took turns with her, sliding into her, their skin slapping against hers. She sighed at the thought of them touching her, stroking her skin, squeezing her—
Oh, boy! She leapt up. “I gotta pee.” Before they could respond, she was heading for the bathroom, her mind whirling with erotic images. What was wrong with her? Was she crazy? Why was she imagining herself with them? She’d never been with more than one guy at a time in her whole life.
She pushed the bathroom door closed and sat on the edge of the bath, trembling with a mixture of excitement, and fear.
“Oh, boy. Ohh, boy…” She rocked back and forward as conflicting desires collided inside her head. Images of a naked Tim and Larry filled her mind. Heat flushed her body. A peculiar ache made her lower body tense with excitement. She couldn’t shake the thought of one woman being pleasured by two men. And not just ordinary men. They were muscular firefighters, trained and toned. The thought of bedding one firefighter was the dream of most women. But to have two of them pleasuring her?
“Are you alright in there?” Larry asked through the door.
“Fine, fine. I need a moment.” I need to come to my senses.
“If we’re upsetting you, we can leave. It’s no trouble.”
Yes, please leave. “No, wait!” I can’t stand this. She leapt to her feet and opened the bathroom door. Larry watched her carefully.
“I can see this has confused you,” he said. Behind him, Tim smiled.
“No… yes, I don’t know what to think,” Terry admitted. Larry moved closer. One of his hands found her waist. A tiny whimper escaped her throat. His other hand brushed stray hair from her forehead.
“It’s something every woman ought to try—just once.” His warm breath touched her cheek.
“Oh?” was all she could manage. “Every woman?” Her heart was thumping. Blood roared in her ears. The room had become unbearably hot.
“The smart ones.” Larry leaned in and kissed her neck. “The sexy ones.”
Oh my God… She shivered with delight. Her head fell to the side and a deep sigh emptied her lungs. She had to stop this, she told herself. She had to stop this before…
Before…
Larry kissed her ear, sucking gently at the lobe. His big hands stroked her waist, and her hips started to rotate of their own accord.
“No need to worry,” Tim said in her other ear. “You’re in good hands.”
“We’ll be gentle with you,” Larry assured her. “Unless you beg us to.”<
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“Beg us to what?” Terry whispered. Her mind was a mess. The heat flushing her skin was unbearable.
“Beg us to take you, to use you, to make you cry out with happiness.” Suddenly, the dress was too much. She was burning up. Larry was too close. He was suffocating her, and yet his touch was exquisite. His lips on her skin, the gentle tease of his tongue on her ear, it was unbearable. And Tim… he’d moved closer, close enough to kiss her. She shivered with delight once more. Tim began kissing her shoulder, where the summer dress left it exposed. She sighed happily. His hands stroked her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps along her skin.
Two guys, she reminded herself. I’m with two guys. Larry slipped one of her spaghetti straps onto her arm, exposing her shoulder completely. She didn’t stop him. Encouraged, Tim pulled down the other strap. One of his hands stroked the small of her back, then subtly, he began pulling up the dress to expose her thighs. With every inch he lifted, she felt deliciously exposed. Very soon, he would see her buttocks, her underwear and probably the dampness between her legs.
The dress couldn’t come off quickly enough. She was burning up. Cool air teased her knees and her increasingly-exposed thighs. She needed to cool down, take something off. But as desperate as she was to hurry things up, she was loving the attention of the two guys, and their slow, methodical undressing of her.
Larry’s hands were the first to touch her buttock, squeezing and caressing gently. Tim followed a moment later, cupping her other cheek with his big hand. Terry groaned, and in that moment, she realized how much she wanted this. Four hands were on her body. Four hands, and two mouths. She dared to move her hands outward, cautiously touching the bulges she was certain she’d find. Both guys murmured their appreciation as she brushed their stiff flesh with the backs of her hands.
Four hands, two mouths and two hard cocks… When the possibility of the threesome had first been suggested—by Alice—Terry had recoiled. She’d imagined she would be overpowered, forced to debase herself as two lust-charged men took turns molesting her. She’d feared being helpless, pinned down or dragged into her bedroom to be flung down and used carelessly, with no thought for her own needs.
But the reality—so far, at least—was very different. Perhaps the pair would get rougher and more insistent, but for now their hands were gentle, and their kisses were soft. And Terry couldn’t have stopped them touching her. She wouldn’t. She was helpless in their arms, melting as their lips brushed her skin, and their big hands squeezed her cheeks. Their other hands crept up her tummy on their way to her breasts.
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