Take Three

by Mia Masters

  This was a way to wake up! Apparently, neither one of us could stop fucking the other. We weren’t getting much sleep, but we were having a great time.

  “Turn up around here,” I suggested.

  Blythe flipped over so that I could lick her sweet pussy while she sucked me off. This went on for several minutes. Again, her pussy juices rained down onto my face and body. At this point, I had been covered in her juices several times.

  When she suddenly flipped back, she had a condom in hand. She put it in her mouth and then slid it on with her mouth. Then she positioned herself over me and slid down slowly on my cock, closing her eyes and enjoying every inch.

  “You just lie there,” she gasped. “Just enjoy the ride.”

  Blythe started to grind on my rod. At first, she went all the way down and just started flexing her muscles internally while trying to scratch some internal itch with my cock. Once she found the spot she wanted to hit, she started jumping up and down on my shaft.

  “Mmm! Mmm!” she said with every hit. “Oh! That’s good. Your cock is so good inside me!”

  “Oh, God,” I moaned. “I feel like I’m inside a very sexy washing machine.”

  She laughed. The bed was bouncing up and down so much, I didn’t know how much more I could take. Finally, she pressed down as hard as she could and squirted.

  “Yes!” she shouted in relief. “Fuuuuuck, that’s so good. Mmmm.”

  After straddling me and just lying there for a few minutes, she suddenly got up. Realizing I hadn’t cum, she pulled off the condom and just started sucking away.

  She licked every inch of my unit. She put each of my balls in her mouth and covered them with her saliva. Then she started jerking me with her tongue on the tip of my dickhole.

  “Gimme that cum, baby,” she encouraged. “I want to eat it up. Cum in mouth. Please! I want it.”

  I could feel the surge growing and I started to moan. Anticipating what was to come, she put her mouth over my cock, and I orgasmed into her mouth. Once again, I was surprised at the intensity and volume.

  This time, however, she wasn’t missing a drop. I could feel her sucking it out of my cock as fast as I could shoot it up and out of my balls.

  Completely drained, she swallowed. It was incredibly satisfying to have someone suck my cock so completely and with enthusiasm.

  “I love your cock, baby,” she laughed, slapping it against her cheek. “Mmm, so good! You are a man of many talents.”

  She slid up next to me and I put my arm around her.

  “We are not getting any sleep,” I laughed. “This is like one long fuck fest.”

  “It is a fuck fest!” she said jokingly. “I gotta say, you are selling me on this celibacy thing. I don’t think this would’ve been as good had we not waited.”

  “No, wait,” I laughed. “Don’t cut me off now.”

  “No, I’m just saying,” she laughed. “I think the slow build up added to it. And in case I forgot to say it— I really like your beach house.”

  “Oh, thanks,” I said. “I’ll give you a tour tomorrow in the light. The beach is really nice here. That’s why I bought the place.”

  “Is this where you bring all the girls you don’t have sex with?” she joked.

  “I usually don’t bring anyone here because it’s a refuge from the city,” I explained. “Los Angeles can be so crazy. People forget it’s a city because it’s so spread out and it’s kind of a resort town in many ways.”

  “Well, yeah, I guess if you go to Venice,” she agreed. “But there are plenty of places that are definitely not resort-like. Did you see the outside of the studio, by the way? It is not a good neighborhood.”

  “But there’s plenty of free parking!” I joked.

  “Yeah, probably because the cars magically disappear,” she said. “And it’s so weird that it’s so bad to park in other parts of town. Where people want to actually go. I went to this sushi restaurant in a plaza.

  “There were maybe a dozen spaces in the entire lot. They had to have valet parking and it was nuts. They ended up parking my car six blocks away somewhere else. It’s like, way to build a parking lot, L.A.!”

  “Well, the place must’ve been popular,” I suggested.

  “Yeah, but it’s in a plaza, where all the other shops were closed, by the way— and no one could park there!”

  “I’m so glad I don’t drive,” I said. “I just get in a limo or an Uber and poof! I’m there. No fuss. No muss.”

  “So weird. Everyone drives here,” she said. “How can you not drive? Where I’m from— Montana. You have to drive. Everything’s like twenty miles apart!”

  “Now that, I can’t imagine,” I said. “That’s one of the least densely populated state in the United States, right?”

  “Yeah, well, third least densely populated state, but second on the mainland, if you don’t count Alaska. And it’s beautiful,” she said. “L.A. is nice, but there’s just so many people. Some of them should just leave, seriously. Give other people a turn.”

  “What? You mean, like when someone turns forty, they kick them out of California?” I laughed. “That’s a bit mean.”

  “Well, something has to be done. The amount of people in Los Angeles is just crazy,” she said. “Think about it. It’s a desert. We live in a desert! What if the water suddenly stops working or there’s a big draught? We’d all be dead in a week!”

  “We would leave,” I laughed. “What the heck are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about the water situation, Monk,” she said, pretending to be serious. “You ever watch the Doomsday Prepper shows? You gotta be ready when the world ends.”

  “Oh, I’m ready,” I assured her. “I have my whole zombie fighting kit in a box downstairs. If I get bit, it’s yours.”

  “You want me to kill you or let you turn into a zombie and set you loose?” she asked.

  “Mmmm, let me turn into a zombie and then shoot me,” I said. “Don’t just immediately shoot me. I might have something to say, as a zombie.”

  “That reminds me,” she said. “I was ready for that Walking Dead spin off show, but now I’m kinda glad I didn’t get it. They seem to kill off all the actors in that show.”

  “That show freaks me out,” I told her. “I didn’t read for it. Seriously, it’s scary.”

  “It’s just a show,” she said.

  “Nah,” I said. “Not for me.”

  “I’ll protect you. Let’s watch a scary movie and snuggle sometime,” she suggested.

  “Okay,” I said, kissing her.

  That sounded like a great plan to me.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Blythe

  When I woke up very late the next morning, I was still pretty tired. It had been a crazy long night!

  I threw on a bathrobe and walked around in the beach house looking for Monk. I found him in the kitchen, already dressed and prepping a bunch of food.

  “What’s going on?” I asked.

  “Barbecue today,” he said. “And I’ve invited Zack and Christian.”

  “What?” I said, a little shocked.

  “I invited my friends over. They’re your friends too, right?” he asked.

  “Well, yes, but, I, um, just— well, I thought it would be just us today. You and me,” I suggested.

  “I already invited them and they’re on their way,” explained Monk. “Should I tell them to go away?”

  “No, I— What is this?” I asked. “What’s happening?”

  “You want to date all three of us,” he said. “You should be comfortable with seeing all three of us in a social setting, right? I mean, you’ve seen us at work.”

  “I don’t know how to feel about this,” I admitted. “Are you trying to prove something?”

  “I’m trying to make this work,” said Monk. “Because if it’s the kind of thing that can’t work, then we should all know now. So, get dressed. They’re going to be here soon.”

  I drifted into the bathroom i
n utter shock. I had been so careful to keep them all apart and now here they were all coming together. Worlds were colliding and I wasn’t sure I could handle it.

  All this time, I had been worried they would fight over me. I guess I assumed they would. Now they were coming together in a private setting and I didn’t know how to feel.

  Was Monk into both of them the way he was into me?

  It almost seemed as if he wanted all of us to get together.

  That was what I wanted, too, right?

  But now that the option was upon me, I felt so confused.

  What was I going to do?

  After grabbing a shower, I dried myself and got dressed. I didn’t have any of my toiletries at Monk’s, so I just had to make do with what was in my purse.

  I didn’t have a change of clothes either, so I was going to look completely overdressed for a barbecue. The other two would know I had spent the night with Monk.

  It was one thing to speculate that, but it was another thing to know. Maybe, like Monk had been saying, this was for the best. Maybe they would all have a final confrontation and I could either work this out or pick one of them.

  I got dressed and called Mallory.

  “Hey,” she greeted me.

  “Hey,” I said. “I need your advice and I need it quick.”

  “Okay,” she agreed.

  “Up until now, I’ve dated all three guys separately,” I explained. “I was with Monk last night—”

  “Did you have sex?” she asked devilishly.

  “Yes, but that’s not the issue. It was incredible, by the way,” I told her.

  “Well, sure it was, with a guy that good looking, with whom you’ve had all this chemistry,” she conceded.

  “Not the point,” I said. “Anyway, he’s invited Zack and Christian over to a barbecue. I’m going to be alone with all three of them. I’ve always dated them separately. What do I do? How do I negotiate this?”

  “Well, I’m not sure—”

  “Mallory! You’re the only one I can call for something like this! You’re so open minded,” I panicked. “And you kind of had the exact situation happen, remember?”

  “Okay, okay,” she said. “Calm down. They all know about each other, right? You were totally up front about that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, then there’s not much of a problem here,” she said. “The only thing you need to do is not show a favorite. That would make the other two upset.”

  “But I think they’re all trying to win me over,” I said. “How do I get them to stop competing?”

  “Well, you need to make a commitment to all three of them together somehow,” she suggested. “They have to know what you want to do. If you want to date three guys together, you have to make that clear.”

  “How?”

  “Talk to them, Blythe!” snapped Mallory. “There’s no magic pill. You just have to work it out. It’s not going to be easy.”

  “Thanks, I guess.”

  “Hey, happy to sorta help,” she said. “But seriously. It’ll be fine, just like I’ve been telling you. It’ll all work out. Don’t worry.”

  I could hear her shrugging through the phone.

  I was clearly on my own here.

  She was in wedded bliss and couldn’t remember the frantic dating days.

  “I’ll let you know how it goes,” I said. “Bye.”

  “Good luck, babe,” she said. “Bye!”

  I checked myself in the mirror and adjusted my make up as best I could. I put some toothpaste in my mouth, swished it around with water and spit it out.

  I looked at my rumpled clothing. I didn’t want any obvious signs that Monk and I had had sex, even though the fact I was here, still in clubbing clothes meant I probably was in bed with him.

  Dammit, I felt stupid in these clothes.

  Would it be worse to wear something of Monk’s?

  Probably. I guess I’ll stick to the dress.

  After walking back out and into the kitchen, I prepared to help Monk with the food. He had a salad half made, so I started to finish cutting the tomatoes.

  “Is that what you’re wearing?” he asked, walking back in from the patio where the barbecue was smoking a little.

  “By default, yeah. I have nothing else to wear,” I informed him. “I didn’t know we were doing a barbecue today. Or that I was staying over.”

  “Are you mad that I asked them to come?” he asked.

  “Not mad, but it’s not exactly ideal timing,” I said. “I’m totally unprepared for this.”

  “I thought this is what you wanted,” he said.

  “I do, but I’m not ready!” I snapped. “Look at me!”

  “Well, wear some of my clothes,” he suggested.

  “I don’t want to,” I said. “It’ll look like I’m taking sides with you. That’s like tagging me as yours. I don’t want to send that message.”

  Not that sending the message that I clearly just slept over with him and not the other two is a great way to start out the barbeque, either, I thought.

  I didn’t say anything, but he was clearly thinking the same.

  “Okay,” he said. “I get that. Here’s what I suggest. I’ll call you an Uber. There’s a shop around the corner; it sells beach wear. Run down there, buy a new outfit on me, okay? Will that make it better?”

  “That’s really nice of you,” I smiled.

  “It’s the least I could do. I forget about the details sometimes, when I get caught up in a big picture idea. I didn’t mean to cause any issue, and I think this will solve it. Hurry up, though,” he said. “Christian is on his way.”

  “Okay, thanks for the idea,” I told him, giving him a peck on the cheek. “And don’t worry about buying me an outfit; it’s fine.”

  “I really am sorry,” he said. “You forgive me?”

  “Mostly,” I told him, with a wink. “Although I might make you work off the part I don’t forgive, later.”

  “My pleasure,” he said.

  Fortunately, the Uber guy showed up almost immediately and took me to the shop. I bought myself a more appropriate outfit. It was actually something I really liked, so I was beginning to feel better about the whole barbecue.

  I called an Uber for my return trip and the same driver was still in the area. He came back and luckily I arrived at Monk’s before Christian, so that he’d be none the wiser. I put my folded-up dress in one of Monk’s drawers in his bedroom.

  “Better?” asked Monk.

  “Much better,” I smiled.

  The doorbell rang.

  “Can you get that? I have to flip burgers,” said Monk.

  I walked to the door and opened it. It was Christian.

  “Hey,” I greeted.

  “Hey,” he responded.

  He leaned in for a kiss, but I hesitated. Then I remembered we were alone, so I gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah, yeah, fine,” I assured. “Monk’s out back cooking.”

  We went out back. Monk turned away from the grill to greet Christian.

  “Hey, bro,” he said. “Beer?”

  “Yeah, sure. Miller Lite?” he asked.

  Monk threw open his ice cooler and pulled out a bottle. He tossed it to Christian.

  “Yep,” said Monk. “What do you want? I got hamburgers, hot dogs and spicy chicken.”

  “Spicy chicken?” asked Christian.

  “Yeah, my butcher is an Asian guy,” he explained. “He makes this Korean rub— it’s crazy good.”

  “Aw, gimme some of that, then,” Christian said.

  So far, so good.

  They appeared to be getting along well. But my heart was beating fast inside my chest. I was the one who was stressed out and the guys were the ones being laid back. The doorbell rang again. Both Christian and Monk looked in my direction.

  “I’ll go get it,” I said.

  I got the distinct impression they wanted me gone. Were they going t
o have it out while I answered the door?

  This was intense and overwhelming. I didn’t know if I could go through with it.

  “Hey!” I greeted Zack, overly cheerful.

  “Hello,” answered Zack curious. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m fine,” I said.

  I leaned into Zack and gave him the world’s most awkward peck on the cheek. I was totally off my game and everything was weird now. I went from being 100% relaxed when I got up to this morning to being so tense, I didn’t know what to do with my hands now.

  And this barbecue was just getting started! Oh, my God.

  Zack and I went out back. Christian was sitting down, while Monk was still at the grill.

  “Hey guys,” greeted Zack.

  “What’s up?” said Christian.

  “Beer?” asked Monk.

  “Absolutely,” said Zack, enthusiastically. “You can’t spell barbecue without beer.”

  I laughed, but then stopped myself from leaning on Zack as I did so. It felt weird to fight my natural inclination to be touchy feely with him.

  “Hey, now that all you guys are here,” suggested Christian. “Let me ask you something. Did you see that post on the Variety website about the film?”

  “No, what did they say?” asked Monk flipping the food on the grill.

  “Apparently, they had a guy visiting the set and poking around,” explained Christian. “Did any of you guys see that? It would’ve been this week.”

  We all shook our heads. No one had seen anything. I instantly became worried that a reporter was on the set the day I did a nude or near-nude scene.

  However, I was pretty sure that Christian was talking about something that had happened only recently, so I think I was okay.

  “Yeah, but what did he say, exactly?” pressed Zack.

  “Well, nothing negative,” said Christian. “Overall, it’s a pretty positive article. It was more about Jim and his creative process.”

  Oh, great. That asshole. As if his head needed to get any larger.

  “That sounds like good buzz,” said Monk. “That can only help the movie, I think.”

  Monk took the meat off the grill and started building the sandwiches. Pretty soon, he had an entire stack of hamburgers, hotdogs and chicken sandwiches. He stacked them in a pyramid and brought them to the table.