Inextinguishable Love: Firefighter and Interracial Romance

by Kathleen Bunker

  “Hmm,” Cash thought, “I’m ready.” We laughed.

  “I’m ready,” Andy made sure to speak up. And almost comically they turned to me. I broke from my gaze and sat up to think, looking sensationally kissable.

  “Should I have to choose?” I said, pouting.

  Cash reached into his pocket, “Let’s flip,” he said with a rising gleam in his eye staring down Andrew like it was some sort of competition.

  Andy leaned in ready to step up to the challenge and spoke, “We have to. Tails.”

  “What?!” I said. “Has it come to this?” And let a big sexy grin come across my face feeling so ready to touch lips with my lovers.

  “Is that okay?” Cash said, genuinely giving me the right to object. I wet my lips nervously and nodded slowly thinking of what was to come next. We had to face it. The reason we had been together for this long and even through living together and hadn’t done anything sexual at all was because of the ‘who’s first’ factor. It was time to go all in.

  He flicked the coin up and I put my hands over my eyes and smiled. “Oh!” I heard them both laugh and when Andy said, “I should’ve known” I knew the coin had fallen heads.

  I moved my hands. Cash sat quite close to me already but I took over, Holly-style, and after a deep breath slowly stood up. I walked over to Cash like a cat, slow and with tigress intent. Ever so slowly I bent down until I was at a sharp angle at him and stroked my nail from his neck to his chin and lips as I neared. Continuing in slow motion, I let my soft, ready lips touch his, which were so much softer than I imagined they would be.

  We kissed. It was a soft kiss, and another, and another, and our mouths opening for what our hearts desired, and another, and I licked his lips like a lady-cat lover wanting more. Just like that, I was backing away and he opened his eyes, bringing his hand down on the table hard and letting out, “Dear God, take me home now.”

  I smiled and strolled, flirting around with the tips of my fingers on the tops of the chairs and walked around to the other side of the table meeting eyes with my other lover. Andrew’s blue eyes were smiling more than his mouth and his face had turned pink as I neared.

  Cash was still remarking in shock and getting all hot but now it was Andy’s turn. I motioned for him to pull his chair out a little and sat myself across his lap. Gently and slowly caressing his chest on the way up to his neck I softly pulled him in closer, sitting up completely straight, and brushed his cheek to chin towards mine as our lips met lovingly where they wanted to. We were romantically turned sort of sideways, and he put his hand around the top of my waist holding me.

  Our lips just locked and savored and kissed and devoured for a moment, my other hand instinctively found it’s way to brushing across his pants in that moment and discovered we were both so hot for each other. I stood up, almost dizzy and jokingly shook off, trying to breathe for a moment, making my way back to my seat but only to stand.

  I reached for my glass and as Andy pawed at his pants joking that he was trying to keep it together, I raised my wine glass and said, “To us.” Both fellows managed to get hold of their glasses and oh, so agreed, “To us.”

  *****

  The weeks of fading summer would seem to have no end, and the three of us each found balance within our home, the city, and ourselves. We all stayed busy but found times at home relaxing, indulging in sharing gourmet meals. Times out were fun-filled, exciting and fanciful. The physical side of our relationship had become somewhat of a game, each of us quenching what pent up desires had been buried deep within our creative and wanting souls.

  Depending on where we were or what we were doing, there were opportunities for pleasurable fun, and I was the self-proclaimed leader in this dance. It worked out this way. I loved to put on a show and set them afire in surprising little ways and they loved it.

  Both Cash and Andy surprisingly agreed to humor me and join me for dancing lessons. Once a week I went, and they alternated weeks as my partner. It was Cash’s week when I showed up in a cute little short light pink and black short-sleeved Fendi jacquard-style dress with a point collar, inverted skirt pleats and piping detail along the cuffs, bodice and hem. It was a dream dress for a dancing doll and I rocked some embellished silver heels with the look.

  Super short and sexy, we had fun on the floor as usual but it was the after where we both knew we just couldn’t stand it any longer and had to find an empty dressing room to get all over each other in some kind of way.

  Our days went on like this and no one was jealous and no one was left out: balance. Sure we got questions and comments from outsiders here and there, but most of them were just in awe of what we had going on and we kept our private matters untouchable. Actually, the lot of us were quite shocking in just that we didn’t hide what we were, but didn’t flaunt it either. Anyone who came to know us quickly saw how natural the whole thing was and couldn’t see us any other way more than we ourselves could not.

  It was winter when Andrew was invited to a big party and was expected to bring his significant other. This was our first big date out somewhere. I felt we would be in the spotlight, but as the night went on laughter and honesty and love led us to nothing but a perfect evening. Eventually by word of mouth, and us making the rounds meeting people, folks did want to know who the lady was with the two fellows, but before they even knew to wonder that, they wanted to know who was the lady in the red dress.

  The gown I wore to this occasion was just stunning, a gorgeous bright red Zac Posen silk faille strapless gown with a sweetheart neckline and shape-enhancing effect heightened by a sweeping full hem. Honestly, I felt that in a gown like this, it was only right to have a man on each arm! It was a delightful evening and good practice at us being us out, which we are somehow great at, and managed to also have fun doing it.

  By the next summer we were nearing our first year living our new life and had become quite good at it. I was happy to have the house to myself most days, though I rarely stayed in, except for once a month.

  As it turned out I developed a bit of a ritual. When I had my time of the month come around, since I didn’t have any work obligations I set aside this time for myself and didn’t make any plans. I would literally stock the fridge and stay in and watch movies for a few days. Occasionally it would happen I was off a day and had to cancel lunch with mom, but for the most part I was pretty good at predicting and freed myself up to lay around and be resting womanly-me for the time being. It only took a first day of this for the guys to get the message I was on my ‘vacation’ as they called it.

  One day that summer Cash called me and asked if I was ‘back from vacation’ yet, I told him that yes, I just was. He said that he and Andrew had been planning a little something for me and if I was okay with it they were going to take me away for a couple of days. Andrew was picking up a new car just for the occasion. Of course I agreed and went to pack a little bag and spruce up.

  Midday, they came in to grab some things and we all piled into this hot white convertible Porsche with Andy at the wheel and I took the front. DI wore a super short and short-sleeved belted silk dress, black with a tropical infused print in yellows, oranges, reds and whites, and sunglasses. It was good to go for a drive, and good to get out of the city.

  We drove to a beautiful cottage in the Hamptons where we stayed for a whole week and took walks on the beach, dined al fresco and swam in the pool. They guys put their heads together and arranged a few extras like our own personal chef preparing meals, a butler, a helicopter ride over the ocean, and our own private shark dive. I remember feeling so thankful with every moment and telling them both so. Thanking them for doing so good and being so good and for taking such good care of me and loving me.

  On one of the nights there was the first time that I felt a bit torn, though. I wanted to be so close to both of them and didn’t want to pull away from either of them. I asked if they’d just both sleep with me that night and they said okay, neither of them wanting to let me go either. Respec
tfully and in love.we lay and even did sleep.

  What a glorious morning it was waking up to the ocean waves and sunlight with these two sleeping angels so by me. My heart was made to love this much, loving the two of them is so easy.

  Back home, we had more nights like this but not all the time, just when I made a point with a true special request, but it became not unheard of, especially after parties or nights out at clubs where were stumbling in and I’d just pull them both to my bed. There was one night like this after a wild night at Bungalow 8 where I was just asking for it wearing this A.L.C. Mercier dress, a short black bodycon knit dress, off the shoulders with a straight neckline and short sleeves. At the club it was just fun to wear, in the car I realized I’d been noticed more than I thought, and back at the house I realized I felt like quite a fox in it—or tiger rather.

  I had the boys where I wanted them and they were each like wolves that night, hungry like I’d been starving them. I hadn’t realized how much it must have teased them all night but once I knew I gave them both the show they were after and gave myself all of what I wanted. There were only beams of light let in from the street here and there and the darkness made it all that more allowable for me to show off to them and take and give respectively how we all wanted. They wanted me happy and I was in heaven.

  *****

  By fall and into winter of our second year, hot and steamy passion was an uncontrollable and the underlying theme of our existence. We still went about our daily lives but I loved and lived for the flirting and teasing, the love making, the fiery heights, the romance, and the spontaneous ways we would surprise each other.

  I started to buy designer lingerie and there were many days where I made sure I was home and got myself all dressed up. I would sometimes send a picture to the guys, just to get a rise out of them and show them what they had to come home to. It was so much fun wearing these hot get-ups and heels and putting myself in precarious positions all over the house, just waiting to treat who should walk through the door first, and then both of them.

  Our fluffy soft white carpet was fun to crawl on and the first thing they’d come home to me wearing like that, was this short, sheer black little lacy body suit by La Lilouche.

  The first thing Cash said when he walked in was, “You’re so good to me.”

  I asked, “Want some more?” and stood up on my tip-toes in my heels stretching out my legs tall to kiss him, letting his hands find the back of me.

  Our lives weren’t all sex-kitten driven games, though. and it wasn’t all work and city. As their work became more secure, our chats about what to do with the money became more serious. Cash was big on investment properties and planning on some trips for the winter to check out different locations. He wanted to buy us a few homes so we could have somewhere nice to spend winters, which none of us liked. His list of properties to look at was all over the globe and he wanted us to come along, if we could, to look at some of them.

  Andy was working out a big trip for himself, though, it seemed our trip to the Hamptons reminded him of his life-long passion for diving. He’d gotten together a couple of divers and was planning a bit of an expedition where he’d be away and in the water for nearly two month’s time.

  I on the other hand, while having complete access to funds, wasn’t feeling any pull towards any big ventures outside of our home and so I felt my interests and purpose would grow in time. It was around then that I began to pick up writing again.

  That winter was long and it was a good thing Cash had us off on what turned out to be mini-vacations so we could rejuvenate and soak up some sun. Buenos Aires was divine—like the Paris of South America, so romantic. The people were so friendly there, like family. We enjoyed our stay but didn’t find it necessary to buy the place we looked at, even though it was a slice of heaven.

  Costa Rica was a dream and I adored the place we looked at in Playa Flamingo. I also adored having coconuts cut for me and all the fresh fruit was just what I needed, that and the sunny shore.

  We all decided right off it was a perfect place to retreat to, and this became our first home purchase on our own. The place was a lot smaller than the Penthouse, but the layout was open and airy, just what you’d want in such perfect weather. The pool and gardens were so serene and deliciously private, so calming.

  I truly loved the country and the weather so much that I felt like from then on, I was only humoring Cash going along to other locations. I felt if I had time to get away, it would be there in Costa Rica that I would want to spend my time. On the beach we saw a few children playing a ways down. I remember thinking how peaceful and healthy they all looked. Just doing what kids should do; digging in the sand, playing in the water. The beach was really all about relaxing, the sun and water, and play. I loved how it brought the child out in me and made me want to just let go and enjoy.

  These thoughts wandered to where I reasoned when I had children of my own that I would want them to have a childhood somewhere like this. The soothing and inspiring thoughts brought on a calm, but was closely followed by a seed I accidentally planted out of anxiety.

  How could I ever have children in my current way of living? We were a star trio, but our lifestyle wasn’t suited to move towards family. So much of children’s security and success lies in their family structure, the foundations, and what about how they’re treated by outsiders? I couldn’t bear the thought to ever think I’d be selfish enough to drag an innocent child into unknown territory. They could potentially be ridiculed, or suffer emotionally, or grow up confused, or even begin to harbor detrimental resentments. The whole idea of living the way I was, seemed to make me feel like I was trapped between living for myself or sacrificing to maybe someday be a mother. I didn’t mention these thoughts to the guys, but only let them sit a while and figured things would sort themselves out in time.

  Luckily there was the distraction of world travel to whisk me out of my stressing spell and we were soon aboard a plane headed to Mexico. All this warm sun on my skin was welcomed as was the exercise. Though we were there to check out a killer ocean front mansion, we’d worked in time to visit some ancient ruins about an hour’s drive away. Seeing documentaries on such places in the world was one thing but to walk step by step to the top of a vast and ancient site like where we were was really something special.

  The place was deserted the day we went which gave an even deeper impression also allowing us to relax with each other. At the top we explored a little and then all sprawled out in the sun to refresh and just let it all sink in. It was as if this was our kingdom and we sat looking out from our royal thrones. What wonders we were able to, and had, and would, all see together and share. What deep rich lives we led, the three of us together.

  After soaking up the Mexican flavor and touring a couple of beautiful homes, all with such vivid colors, we headed halfway across the world to Dubai.

  We’d planned to spend a longer holiday there at some point, but this time it was just to visit some properties in person. It was overwhelming. We looked at fairytale villas, ranches, condos, and penthouses. We were wined and dined along the way, swept in and out of the most elaborate and larger-than-life modern places I’d ever laid eyes on. Dubai is a knock-out place, but it really wasn’t for me. No matter where we went I still got the feeling we were in a city and if I wanted that I’d personally prefer New York or somewhere a little more homey.

  Off we went, to see the beauty of New Zealand which was quite lovely. We enjoyed a long day of horseback riding in the countryside, quite a welcoming pace in comparison to Dubai. We took in the beautiful unique flora and sampled new foods and flavors. I found it to be a comfortable place, and most hospitable, but I felt far from home and began to miss mother’s face and longed for the end of our journeys.

  We decided to delay our last stop and come home to have some time together to unwind before Andy headed off for his scuba diving adventures.

  *****

  It took days for me to recoup from all of
that traveling and to truly feel at home again. I was home for days further, but happily so, on my ‘womanly vacation’. After a week of playing homebody and lounging around I was ready to get out and enjoy the new spring air. What a better way to feel at home than to shop for something perfect to wear on my birthday? A spring birthday always suited me and this year I was determined to truly go in for a really good time as it would be the last weekend Cash and Andy and I would all be together before Andy went away.

  There were enough hot and steamy hotel nights on our trips and so for this birthday I had the idea to go in for more of a girly theme, and treat myself to feeling special and womanly. The guys had surprised me with tickets to a symphony, four of them, so my mom could come too which I thought was just perfect. We were planning on throwing a little party back at the Penthouse after. Dinner would be first, of course, and I requested we go to our old standby, Restaurant Daniel.

  Knowing where we’d be going and how it was somewhat of a last hooray, I just had to find the perfect dress. I already knew that for my birthday, I wanted something light and pretty. I didn’t want black, too sexy and formal. I didn’t want red, too sexy and well, sexy. I didn’t want a solid color at all really, not even gold or silver and that left a whirlwind of other choices from prints to patterns. It was a lot harder to shop for a dress with an occasion in mind, in my opinion, than it was to let a gorgeous number strike you with the anticipation that would drive you to a destination.

  There were floral prints of all sorts all over town but I didn’t want too old or too young, I wanted princess for the night, lady of the evening, presenting the birthday girl, Miss Holly. I wanted to feel like a delicate cake topper, or like the flowers myself, not be decorated in them.

  I bypassed pleats and stripes and dots and tie dyes and boho and fruit and tropical and embellished and flirty all over town for a week in search of something I began to feel I might not find. My mother, my friends, my boyfriends… they would all love me no matter what I was in. I didn’t have to look perfect or so I began to tell myself, but after stops for recharge-lattes or lunches, I trudged on.