Daddy, Boyfriend & Me: Her First Romantic Menage

by S. L. Finlay

  When the flying fox stopped, we climbed off, both feeling dizzy and excited. I was still laughing in the little girl laugh, bent over double with the power of it.

  Joel was beside me at once, asking, “are you okay?”

  I kept laughing as I stood up straight and looked at him. But, I stood up straight too quickly and almost fell over again, which only caused more laughter to erupt from my chest.

  “Woah!” Joel said, reaching out to catch me as I fell. “Are you alright?”

  But his arms were there, holding me up. His strong arms and strong hands. I looked him in the eye and gave him a massive smile, or, my massive smile got all the wider. It took me a moment to realize I wasn’t laughing anymore. I was just staring him in the face.

  Joel looked at me and I looked at him, then before I knew it, he was kissing me. His lips were on mine and he was pulling me in, my body close to his I could feel his heat.

  In a moment between kisses, I pulled away and said words that felt like they were probably too soon, but I knew I could trust Joel, and knew he wouldn’t judge me in the slightest.

  “I love you, Joel.” I said, and he gave me a big grin and a kiss before he pulled back and told me, “I love you too, Mel.”

  My heart fluttered, and before I knew it, I was on top of Joel. I was straddling him in the middle of the children's play ground, kissing his face. But it didn’t matter I told myself, there were no kids here. Even if there were, all they would see was two young people kissing one another.

  That thought - that it wasn’t such a big deal - was fine until actual real-life children came running out of nowhere, screaming in the direction of the flying fox we had just climbed off.

  I sat up, sighing deeply as these children had just ruined my moment, but from under me, Joel didn’t seem to mind.

  “Want to go somewhere?” He asked in a voice that told me in no uncertain terms what he meant and I didn’t need to think for very long before I told him that yes, of course I wanted to go somewhere, knowing full well what that meant and feeling more than a little delighted at the prospect.

  CHAPTER THREE

  The sex that Joel and I had was always hot. Whether it was slow and soft or hard and rough, I always felt fantastic during and afterward. Joel although he was a bit young to have perfect technique always made up for it in taking the time to learn all of the things I loved, and learning more about my body. Of course, this was the fun kind of learning and he always seemed to enjoy it, but as I loved, I really appreciated it when he put the time in to give me exactly what I needed.

  Sometimes he would try something new during our sex sessions, oftentimes he would talk about it before, teasing me over the phone by telling me about the hot things he wanted to do to me, or telling me in no uncertain terms that he loved my body and giving me orgasms. Then other times, he would try something new during sex to my happy surprise.

  This was how I learned that I loved the fullness of his fist inside me. When I had a chance to discover that was by him slowly building me up to fisting without telling me that’s what we would be doing beforehand. He just teased and played with me for ages, then, with a lot of lube, he pushed his fist into me and I let out a moan of pleasure that had escaped my lips much like the childish laughter had on the flying fox. To be with a man who is happy to explore you, who is keen to show you different parts of yourself and to discover new things with you, that was not only hot, but fulfilling too.

  After he had given me what felt like a mountain of orgasms but what realistically was probably three or four, I would curl up in Joel’s arms and we would go to sleep.

  The night after the flying fox though, my dreams were a little sexier than usual. As I would usually have pretty tame dreams after my sexual self had been well exhausted by Joel, this time was something else.

  In my dream, I was laying in a bed with two men. It wasn’t a bed I knew, but a big bed with red satin sheets. The two men were kissing my body, were touching me all over. Their attention was so keenly on me, and I was powerless under their lust. They wanted me, and I not only wanted them, but I wanted them to want me. It was like a little feedback loop. I couldn’t get enough of these two men as they teased and played with me.

  I moaned. They touched. They kissed me. The two men weren’t interested in one another so much as they were both interested in my pleasure, in making me happy.

  One of the men was of course Joel, in his usual gorgeous way he was teasing my nipples while shooting me a wicked grin that told me not only did he love what he was doing, but he loved to see how much I loved it. His look said, “how good is this!?”

  But, the other man who was there was what surprised me. The man who was kissing my lips as Joel teased my nipples was William. William who I had had a huge crush on for ages, William who was well and truly out of bounds for me, who it would be very naughty for me to even attempt to make a move on because of his relationship with my parents, he was there, and his hands were all over my body. He was kissing my lips softly, sweetly. Just how I knew he would in real life, or at least how I hoped he would be.

  The feeling of being with both men was something I had never had before. Even though they were not doing much in the way of actual physical acts, they were both so obviously into me, that it was hot. They both wanted me. They both needed me in the same way I knew I needed them. They both loved all of this, in the same way I was loving this.

  Then, just as the little satin slip dress I was wearing was being pulled up and a warm hand started touching my pussy, I woke up.

  It was dark in Joel’s room, it must be early I thought as I looked at the blue-black light escaping the edges of his curtains. I looked down at him and in the darkness I could see him smiling in his sleep. Joel always looked so peaceful when he slept. So peaceful, sweet, and lovely. I wanted to reach out a hand and touch his face, but held myself back. No, I told myself, that would wake him and spoil the perfect moment of looking down at his sleeping face.

  My dream had been deadly sexy, having two men who were all about me, who were touching my body and who couldn’t wait to be with me. Then waking up had been a bit cruel. Not because waking up beside Joel was ever really a bad thing, but because I had woken from something - a dream, a fantasy - that had driven me wild.

  I hadn’t thought a lot about having two men before. Even though I know that plenty of men dream about two women, it wasn’t so acceptable for women to dream about men in the same way.

  Mostly, I had told myself that one man at a time was more than enough for me. When I was in relationships, I didn’t normally want someone else. I was normally contented. But, deep down I knew this wasn’t the case right now. I wanted two men - even in my fantasies - because I knew they were both wonderful guys and didn’t want to deny myself. That was something totally different for me, and as the idea filled my mind, I sat with it, trying not to reject it out of hand.

  As I lay there in the pre-dawn darkness, I thought hard about how great it would be to have two men, and to have those two men. The thought made me smile, and made me feel both horny and desired at the same time. But then, as if the voice inside my head which always put my thoughts down had a right to say anything - I wished it didn’t - it told me about how it would never happen, even as I rallied against it. Although some men think it’s okay to have more than one woman, and some women are okay with sharing their men, it wasn’t ever okay the other way around.

  I was sure Joel, and anyone else, Will included, wouldn’t think my hot little idea was so hot. I was sure my idea would get laughed out of the building. I was sure I would never get to enjoy my fantasy because it wouldn’t be okay. No way would that ever work out. That little voice inside my head was right, and I knew it.

  But, as I was closing my eyes, about to let sleep take me again - hopefully it took me in a much harder way I thought - I remembered how I would rather have this in more ways than just a kinky sexual fantasy. To have two boyfriends who deeply desired you, who were totally commit
ted to you as you were to them, now that, that would be perfect! Better than anything my mind could ever dream up.

  I took a deep breath and held it, imagine that. If I could let myself, and if Joel and William wanted it too, imagine that.

  But the world isn’t filled with dreams I told myself. Or was it?

  CHAPTER FOUR

  For most people, the distance between being comfortable and being poor doesn’t feel like much. Especially for those of us who don’t earn full-time incomes.

  It didn’t take much for me, the student living off scholarship and a casual job to go from being in a comfortable place financially to being in desperate need of a whole lot of money quickly. First my job told me they really didn’t need me anymore. When that happened, I thought it would be fine I could live off scholarship for a while. Then, it really began on my way home from Joel’s place that morning where, when we pulled into my drive way, I found my car was gone. Someone had stolen my car from my drive way and no, I wasn’t bright enough to have insurance.

  Then in the week that followed, I hardly had time to feel upset and angry about the stolen car before two other things went horribly wrong. My house was broken into and a bunch of my stuff was stolen - again, not insured, and I wondered if it was by the same people - and then the university let me know that I probably wasn’t going to get the same amount of funding next semester. I didn’t really understand why, either. It was something about funding cuts and them being really sorry followed, but it didn’t matter.

  What it all amounted to, and what did matter, was that I would need to get myself another job, and fast.

  Most people would have hit the job ads in the paper, but I knew better. Those ads - even the entry level ones - will have hundreds of applications written by people who have no interest in the companies or the jobs and who just want some money fast because mortgages suck.

  Me on the other hand, I had a network. I knew people who could help me out, so I gave one of them a call, and of course, the first call I made was to William.

  When I look back now, I can see that I called him because I wanted to give him a chance to save me. I wanted badly to be saved by this guy. So I called, and I asked him if I could come into his office for a chat.

  “A chat?” He asked, “What for? Is everything alright?”

  Thankful for the opportunity I told him, “no. I am in a bit of a rough spot, actually. I need some help.”

  “What’s wrong?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

  “I had my car stolen, someone burgled my house and the university has told me they are cutting my funding. I need some money and wanted to meet with you to see if you had any friends who needed a bit of admin or reception work going forward.” I told him, feeling like I had really laid everything bare, but like I could trust him with this stuff. I could trust him to scoop me up and help me out, rather than to tell me I had made this mess, I would need to clean it up.

  “Sure.” He told me, “come into my office tomorrow morning around eight, we can talk then.”

  I knew right away that an early meeting - before his PA or the office staff arrived - was better for me. I could talk to him about everything with privacy, and if I didn’t want anyone to know I had even been there, I could leave before nine o’clock and no-one would be the wiser. A smart man, William, I was sure he had done this before.

  “Not a problem. I will see you then!” I said before clearing my throat a little and thanking him before hanging up.

  I wanted my thank you to sound genuine, and for William to know I really meant it as I hung up the phone. I felt a little nervous about the whole thing though, if I was honest.

  The next day I woke up bright and early for my meeting with William. The night before I had laid out some clothes I would wear for the occasion so after my shower I put the clothes on and a little bit of ‘natural look’ make-up. I didn’t want to look like I had tried to make myself pretty for this meeting, but I definitely wanted to make sure I did look good as I checked myself out in the mirror.

  I looked great. Beautiful, even. I couldn’t imagine William or anyone else saying no to me right now as I looked myself over in my professional clothes. I looked a million bucks I thought as I smiled to myself and gave myself a little wink. I giggled and picked up my handbag before I headed for the door.

  The drive to William’s office was short and sweet, taking the back roads to avoid the morning rush. I never liked the morning rush I thought as I pulled into his office parking lot. I have no idea - not now and I hoped at no point in the future - how people could do this day-in-day-out for their whole lives. Commuting is enough even without work drama. There’s the morning rush and then you have to do it all again with the afternoon rush. Waking up in the cold and getting out of bed. Feeling like you always had to be somewhere or be doing something, always on the go. I liked to slow down but modern life wasn’t made for that.

  I had to push the buzzer to be let in as I had arrived just before eight AM, and William himself came to let me in. He was all smiles. I couldn’t help the smile appearing on my own face as he approached.

  “Hi!” I said, leaning in to give him a hello kiss. I normally hated hello kisses as they were something I had been forced to do since I was a child, but I didn’t mind giving William a hello kiss, getting close enough to him to smell his aftershave. He smelled great I thought, he smelled like a real man should!

  My mind rushed to comparisons with Joel. But, those comparisons were not of the type where one has to win. I thought about how different they were, and all the ways they were both different. Or, at least, a few of the ways.

  They smelled different. They both felt different to be around, with William being sturdy and dependable and Joel being young and fun. William made me feel like I could rely on him whereas Joel made me feel like I could trust him always.

  As I followed William through the outer offices on our way to his corner office, I admired the way he walked. Easy, effortless confidence. It was different to Joel’s confidence, which although he had some, it was a different flavor of confidence all together. Because Joel was younger, he had the confidence of youth when you have not made all the mistakes to learn from yet, and are more cocky as a result.

  Sitting down across from William though, I pushed the comparison between him and Joel from my mind for a moment as I smiled at him and exchanged pleasantries before moving into my request. It was William who controlled the pace of the conversation though.

  “So, you’re here because you need help finding an income while you study?” William asked before needlessly but politely qualifying, “is that right?”

  “Yes.” I said, feeling a little nervous. “That’s right.”

  “And your skills?” William asked.

  I nodded, as if to acknowledge I had skills, even though we hadn’t talked about what they were yet.

  “As a student, I of course know how to use a computer - I can use the Microsoft office suite, I can use the Internet, I write a good email and have a great phone manner. I am good in a team, or on my own. I can be self-directed. I am pleasant and agreeable, so can get out there and work well in almost any team of people. I-” I was about to continue with my little spiel I had prepared earlier, but William cut me off with a wave of his hand.

  “Yes, you have general office admin, reception skills. Good. But would you be comfortable doing other things?” He asked, “like picking up someones dry cleaning or making personal calls for them so they can spend more time doing the work they get paid to do? Are you comfortable doing things a personal assistant does?”

  I nodded as he talked, focusing hard on taking in every word he said, trying not to get distracted by errant thoughts buzzing around my head about how sexy he was, or how much hotter he was in this context rather than the context I had grown used to seeing him in. Him sitting behind his big desk, telling me about work things, asking questions. Being the one holding the power, it was intoxicating to watch him being strong, powerful a
nd sexy. Just watching him did things to me!

  I smiled as he went on and I thought about how great it would be to be under him. I thought about a lot of things, but kept pushing them from my mind as he asked questions.

  It wasn’t until William was telling me that his PA - his very own personal assistant - was having trouble keeping up with the demands of her job. Not because she wasn’t good at her job, he was sure to tell me, but because it was very demanding doing that job day in and day out as your boss got more and more responsibilities and you had to take care of more and more.

  “She is very good.” He told me, “you would like her.”

  I nodded slowly, as the realization kicked in. This wasn’t William helping me find a job working for someone else, no, this was William helping me get started working for him. Working under William I thought, trying not to smirk at the sexy secretary thoughts that ran though my mind.

  “Okay.” I said, “so what do you need? How many hours do you need someone to work?”

  William made a gesture with his hands turned up at the ceiling as if to say ‘I don’t know’ before asking me, “how many hours can you work?”

  I thought for a long moment before I told him, “I can work part-time, around school. Maybe three days per week?”

  “That sounds good.” He told me, “when can you start?”

  Even though it now sounded like I was the one in control - telling him when I would work and how much I would work - I still felt like I was dealing with a powerful man, and that was still intimidating. I smiled at him and he smiled right back.

  “I can start Monday.” I told him, trying to sound professional as my heart just about leapt from my chest. Not only would this be a great help and was great news after all that I had been through, but it was also hot as hell being this man’s PA.