by Moon, Mia
“Sure, that sounds perfect.”
The relief on her face was worth staying in.
She gestured toward the sofa and I sat, watching her ass as she moved into the kitchen. And when she bent over a little to grab the beers out of the fridge, Jesus. Her ass was apple-shaped, round and juicy. I licked my lips.
“You thirsty?” she asked playfully, holding an open beer toward me.
“Something like that,” I replied, taking a long pull.
She sank onto the sofa next to me, close enough to make me wonder if she was interested in me. “I’m glad you’re back. Saw your mother a few months ago, and she said you’d been involved in some pretty dangerous stuff over in the Middle East.”
I pressed my lips together and nodded. “A lot of dangerous shit. A lot of long, hard months. A lot of death…” my voice trailed off.
“Oh, Rex. I’m sorry for asking.” She put her hand on my bicep and rubbed it, sending sparks through my body. “You know, when we were in high school, I was convinced the four of us would stay in touch forever.”
I blew air out my nose. “Me too. But stuff happens. And hey, it doesn’t mean I care for any of you any less. We all just grew apart.”
“Are you back for good now?” Her voice was sexy, breathy, and I noticed that she’d put her beer on the coffee table and had moved a little closer to me, close enough that her leg was touching mine. I did the same then inched toward her. She smelled incredible, like some kind of flower and fresh laundry.
“At least until I figure out what I’m doing.”
We stared at each other and I was assessing her nonverbal cues — she’d put her hand on my arm, her leg was touching mine, she was moving closer to me — when she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.
Fuck, she tasted better than she smelled. It wasn’t long before we were kissing deep, our tongues swirling against one another.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” I murmured.
“Me too, ever since that first day I saw you.”
It was like the spark we’d harbored for each other all those years ago burst into flames. She lay back on the sofa and pulled me down with her, while my raging hard dick threatened to burst out of my jeans. I cupped her tits, and she pushed her tank top over her breasts.
“I want you to taste them,” she said, giving me the sexiest stare ever.
“Oh, fuck, you’re not wearing a bra.” I was like a crazed man, sucking and plucking at her rosy nipples. “These are perfect. I love that you’re telling me what you want.”
So perfect, in fact, that I’d never seen tits so incredible. And I’ve had my share of women all over the world.
“Need to feel your pussy,” I growled, and she cooed a yes.
I slipped my hand down her pants, shoving it below her waistband, under her panties, where a warm, wet slice of heaven awaited me.
“Oh, Rex,” she breathed, when my middle finger slipped between her pussy lips.
“You like that? You’re so fucking wet. Gonna make you wetter, Samantha.”
She moaned and ground her hips into my hand, then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pushing them down her thighs along with her lacy white panties. I thought I was going to cum right then when I saw the hint of her bare pussy. She was so fucking wet.
She sucked on my tongue while I furiously fingered her, and cried out, loud. We’d gone from zero to sixty in no time, and I didn’t care. She felt too good.
I felt her spasm against my hand and whispered against her ear. “That’s it, Samantha, that’s it. Such a good girl.”
Panting, she sat up and pulled her shirt down and her pants up. She pushed me into a sitting position and crawled on my lap, kissing and grinding against me. When she fluttered kisses down my neck and slid down my body so she was kneeling on the floor, I thought I was going to explode.
She looked up at me expectantly, her hands on my fly. “May I?” she asked with a teasing grin.
“Yes, and thank you for asking.” That made her giggle.
Tantalizingly, she unzipped my jeans, and pulled them down my hips. My dick, sprung out of my underwear and she gave a breathy gasp then looked up.
“Um, Rex? I had no idea.”
I took my dick and pumped it. She stared while keeping her hands on my thighs. “No idea of what?”
“That your cock was so huge. I’m not sure I’ll be able to take it all in.”
“Can you try?” I swept her hair out of her face.
She nodded solemnly, licking her lips. When she put her mouth on my dick head, I groaned.
Holy shit, Samantha McClure sucked dick like nothing I’d ever experienced. It wasn’t thirty seconds in when my eyes rolled back in my head. When she deep throated me, my girth straining her lips, I felt the tingle in my thighs.
My hands went into her long, blonde hair and fisted the curls. “Baby, yes. Suck, like that. Yeah. Don’t stop…”
I came far too quick because I was too turned on. And because I hadn’t had a woman in a long while. Letting out a long moan, I exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed it all.
Practically unable to speak, I lifted her up, and she curled into my lap like a kitten, kissing me and purring.
Chapter Three
SAMANTHA
“I can’t believe I just did that with my best friend from high school.”
Rex and I were on the sofa, lying in our post-orgasmic stupors. Our beers had gotten warm, but we didn’t care. We were still breathing heavy, clinging to each other.
“One of your three best friends,” he reminded me.
“I have a confession,” I said.
He kissed my forehead. “Tell me.”
I shook my head. “Maybe not. It’s too weird.” I’d learned during my short marriage that my candor could get me in trouble.
“No, tell me. I can handle it.”
I had a lot of confessions, actually, but maybe I’d tell him only this one. “I was always attracted to the three of you. Almost equally. It was weird. I always wondered why one of you didn’t ask me out. Don’t be mad, okay?”
Rex laughed, a low, sexy rumble. “We all wanted to ask you out, but on the day we met you, we decided that since we all wanted you, we all couldn’t have you. And I’m not mad about your fantasy. I think it’s sexy, that you were attracted all of us. I’m just glad you acted on that fantasy tonight.”
I sat up. “Really?”
“Yeah. And I have a confession.”
I raised my eyebrows, fascinated. “Yeah?”
“In high school I often fantasized about what it would be like to fuck you. While Shaun and Taylor watched.”
I opened my mouth in a half-grin. “That is so…”
“Possibly gay? Bi?”
I shrugged. “Does it matter if you are? I don’t care.”
“It doesn’t, but I wanted to feel you out and see what you think.”
“I think it’s super hot." I shivered, just thinking of it, in fact. “And so what if you did have fantasies about wanting to fuck them? They were both gorgeous in high school so it would be natural you’d fantasize. No judgement. Love is love. Lust is lust.”
He looked thoughtful. “I didn’t want to fuck them, exactly. I just wanted to have them watch while I fucked you. It’s complicated. Lust is lust, love is love, you’re right. God, I must have jerked off a thousand times to that fantasy.” He paused. “But yeah, they were handsome.”
I kissed him on the cheek and grinned. “You all were. And you are hot. Wonder if they still are. I wonder what they’re doing now. I haven’t heard from them in years, not since Shaun got that big job with the magazine taking photos in Tanzania and Taylor went to get his MBA in Los Angeles.”
Rex shrugged. “Yeah, that was about the time I stopped hearing from them, too. Then again, I wasn’t exactly getting regular mail during my assignment in the desert.”
“Life goes so fast, doesn’t it?”
“It does. And I thought by this time you’d be married
and have kids or something.”
I sat up, a pang of fear going through me at the word married.
“What, babe?” Rex smoothed my hair with his hand.
I shook my head and reached for my warm beer, feeling my nipples scrape against my tank top. They felt raw after Rex had sucked them so hard.
“My mom said something about you being married, and divorced,” he said softly.
I took a long swig of beer. “Yeah. It was quick. I left him six months ago.”
He nodded, and I reached for his beer, handing it to him. Pushing out a breath, I stared into his caring brown eyes.
“Here’s my other confession. My ex-husband wasn’t exactly, um, nice. So I moved out and divorced his ass. He’s a bartender at the Icehouse, which is why I didn’t want to go.”
Rex’s eyes went from caring to furious. “He what? Who is this fucktard, anyway? Someone I know?”
I shook my head, feeling thrilled that Rex seemed to care enough to get angry on my behalf. “No, it was someone I met when I went back to school a couple of years ago. I went back for an art history degree in Austin and met him there.”
Rex pulled me close. “Jesus, I’m sorry, Sam-Sam.” He used my high school nickname and that’s when I started to cry in his arms.
“It was so fucking difficult,” I said. “He pushed me down the stairs in our home, punched me in the face. I had a huge black eye for weeks. Walking into work in the café was humiliating. I feel like it’s somehow all my fault, that the dominoes just fell all wrong.”
Rex stilled. “He hit you?”
“Please don’t be worried,” I pleaded. “This was months ago. I left.”
I swear, his eyes got nearly black. His hand dropped to the sofa cushion and balled into a fist.
“I’m okay. I didn’t tell you so you could take revenge or anything. I’m sorry.”
“Hey, no,” he wrapped his arms around me. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. Absolutely nothing. Not your fault.”
He kissed my forehead and I hadn’t felt any gesture that caring from a man, in, well, maybe ever. “What do you mean, though, that everything was all your fault? None of this sounds like it was your fault. It sounds like the fault of a guy who needs his ass kicked into the next century.”
I sniffled. “You know how I went to college in Houston after high school? I was all set to get my art degree there. But I dropped out because my dad got sick. If I had just stayed on my original path, none of this would have happened.”
“Oh, Sam.” He repeated my name and held me. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
I sat up, putting my hands over my eyes. “You were in boot camp and then off to some overseas assignment. I figured you had enough to deal with, trying not to get killed in some war zone.”
“I’ll always fight for you.” He took my hands away from my face and kissed me. It was a tender, long, soft kiss. When we came up for air, I smiled, realizing my mascara must be running. But Rex made me feel like I was a supermodel.
“Hey,” I said softly, wanting desperately to change the subject. “I made some lasagne. Do you want to eat?”
Dinner led to more kissing and more talking. More explaining about my past, and his. He told me about some things he’d seen during his tours of duty, and I teared up. My beautiful Rex. He’d almost been killed over there.
Then, more kissing, and more touching. While Rex had made me feel incredible with his fingers — it was like he knew exactly how to rub my clit for maximum pleasure — we didn’t have sex. For one, he didn’t have a condom, and neither did I. And two, I just wasn’t ready. Almost, but not quite.
“I understand.”
“Don’t be mad.”
“Why would I be mad? You gave me the most excellent head of my life tonight."
I giggled. So far, this was the best date I’d ever been on, and we hadn’t even left my house.
“I-I still would like you to sleep over. If you want to.”
“I was going to ask you about that,” he said. “I’m glad you did. I don’t like the thought of you in this neighborhood, alone.”
I didn’t tell him that I didn’t feel safe, either, but sleeping in his arms all night made me feel more secure than I had in the six months I’d lived in the neighborhood.
* * *
The next morning, I awoke with Rex’s fingers in my pussy.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered. “Can I lick you? Please?”
It was if he wanted to worship my body, and I couldn’t say no. Rex flung off the covers and spread my legs, using his thumbs to part my pussy lips. He ate me like a starved man, sucking at my sensitive nub and sliding his fingers into me. I shuddered with pleasure, the inner walls of my cunt trembling with every lick.
He was good. Not just serviceable good, but deserving-of-a-pussy-eating-Olympic-medal-good.
As I orgasmed, I realized that life had just gotten so much sweeter. I wasn’t sure if Rex would be here for a month or a year or a lifetime, but having someone treat me like gold was worth every minute.
Hours later, after Rex left to take care of a home repair project for his mom, I sat on my sofa and drank coffee, a dreamy smile on my face. It was my day off, and my big plans were to do laundry, read a book and think about how Rex’s tongue had made me breathless. We’d made tentative plans to get together later.
My phone pinged with a text. I grinned when I saw it was him.
Guess what, babe?
What?
I just got a call from Shaun.
No way!
He’s back home. Just came back from a freelance assignment in Somalia for a big magazine in Germany. He wants to hang out tonight.
My stomach flip-flopped in disappointment. I understand! Have fun and call me when you can.
No, silly! He wants to hang out with you AND me. And I want to hang out with you AND him.
And when he followed up his text with a flame emoji, I laughed out loud. Maybe telling Rex about my fantasy wasn’t such a bad idea at all…
Chapter Four
SHAUN
It felt weird to be alone in my parents’ house. Well, now it was my house, I guess. My parents had died five years ago, and the house had been occupied by my sister until a few months ago. Now, it was empty, and since I was back in the States after a grueling photo assignment in Somalia, the house was mine for as long as I wanted.
Thank god my sister had cleaned the place from top to bottom. The whole place sparkled and smelled like lemons. Or citrus. Or some girly shit. Sis had redecorated the whole place, too, updating it with modern furniture and in gray-black-white colors.
It was the perfect place to chill.
And the perfect place to hang out with old friends. Truthfully, I was a little nervous about seeing Rex and Samantha for the first time in a decade. After high school, I’d left San Marcos, wanting to put Texas in my rear view.
I’d gone to journalism school in New York and when I graduated, hopped the first flight to Iraq. For the next several years, I went from hotspot to hotspot, taking photos and freelance assignments and fucking beautiful women whenever I wanted.
But there was one woman I’d never forgotten: Samantha.
Her big blue eyes, her curves, her laugh. The way she teased me in that Southern accent. The way she said my name, like it had three syllables. I’d wanted her bad in high school, but I’d agreed with my best friends: since we all liked her, none of us could have her.
And now that she was coming over, all grown up, I was anxious. Would she be the same old Sam, with the champagne-bubble laugh? Would she still be pretty? I was worried since Rex had said something about her being in a bad relationship a couple of years ago. I’d make sure to get him alone to get more details — we’d kick the guy’s ass from here to Dallas, if need be.
The doorbell rang, and I set my beer bottle down and practically sprinted for the door.
Flinging it open, I had a wide grin when my two friends tackled me and grabbed me in a
group hug.
“Fuck, it’s good to see you,” yelled Rex. He was always the most gruff and silent, so hearing him be so enthusiastic was awesome.
I stepped back and stared. “Samantha.” I took her hand and twirled her around like a ballet dancer. She was wearing a little blue tank top dress and her curves were fucking incredible. Back in high school she was a little skinny and wore baggy clothes. Now, I couldn’t stop staring at her little waist and her wide hips. Or her ass. “Look at you.”
She giggled and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Look at you! All muscular and tatted up. Where d'you get those?” She pointed at my arms, which were covered in full sleeves.
I shrugged. “All over. I started with this one in Thailand…”
And off we went. It was like being back in high school, laughing and drinking. We ordered pizza and afterward, went outside in the warm Texas night to sit by the pool. We took over three lounge chairs, with Sam in the middle.
“I’ll be damned if it doesn’t feel right,” I said. “I never thought I wanted to come back, but after all the fucked up shit I saw in Somalia, I don’t know.”
“I hear ya, bro.” Rex shook his head. “Sometimes when you see poverty and war and true misery, the only thing that soothes the soul is good old Texas."
"Amen to that." I raised my beer, then drained it.
“You want another?” Sam asked. The cooler was at the end of her chaise lounge.
“I do, thanks. And Rex, it’s more than that.” I stopped talking because Sam was bent over. That’s when I realized that both Rex and I were staring at her ass. Our eyes met, and we both grinned. “It’s about being around people who know you. Who understand you. Traveling gets, I dunno. Lonely. You know what I mean, Rex.”
He nodded.
“All I know, is that this place has been lonely without you guys.” Samantha looked to Rex, then to me. “I’m loving the fact you’re both back.”
Funny, Rex got a weird little grin on his face just then. I cocked my head. “How many times have you two seen each other since you’ve been back, Rex?”
Samantha giggled. “Define the word seen.”
