by Ava Moreau
Trent’s intense expression sparked some jealousy in Jack. He knew Trent had more to offer than he did. His friend was more cultured, smarter, more interesting than Jack. Jack had long accepted that. But just the thought of Trent, gripping his cock, aiming it into the wet warmth of Becca’s pussy, Becca squirming in pleasure under him, was more than Jack could bear.
Holy shit, where did that image come from? It’s not like he sat around thinking about Trent fucking girls all day, but the picture in his head was as vivid as if it were really happening.
He had to clear his mind; he could feel his prick beginning to harden in his jeans, and knew from long experience how obvious it was when he got hard. Nobody could miss that fat bulge running down his thigh.
“Not the stop sign,” Becca said, thankfully bringing Jack down to earth. “The lake.”
Sure enough, there was the sign that pointed to Myers Lake, the namesake of the town. “You want to see the water?” he asked.
“I haven’t been there in forever,” she said. “Or…maybe I’m just procrastinating a little longer. I don’t know.”
Jack shrugged. He didn’t mind going down to the lake. Maybe all that nature and fresh air would get his mind off this idea of Trent fucking Becca. (Stop it, he told his twitching cock.)
Although the sun was late-morning warm, the breeze off the lake was refreshingly cool. They walked from the gravel patch where the truck was parked, down to the sandy shore. Becca put her hands on her full, curved hips and looked out over the water.
“This is the one thing I really miss from home,” she said. “I used to love coming out here so much. I remember when I was little, I’d put my feet in the water, then get all scared when the little minnows would come up to nibble my toes.”
Trent moved to stand next to her, the bastard. “Yeah, I used to always try to catch the minnows. Every summer I’d have my little bucket and keep poking it around in the water, and they’d swim out before I could catch them. I’m not even sure what I would’ve done with them if I’d caught them.”
Then Becca reached to the back of her head, and pulled out the tie that had kept her hair back. Her curls fell all around her shoulders, and Jack had to restrain a gasp, looking at the gorgeous mass of ringlets. It was all he could do not to bury his face in them, inhaling her sweet scent.
He didn’t think he was going to be able to survive this. Trent and Becca were standing really close to one another.
Part of the trouble with going to the gym all the time with Trent was, Jack knew what nearly every inch of Trent’s body looked like, every ripple of muscle. He’d seen Trent’s cock a million times as they got dressed in the locker room. So it was painfully easy to imagine Trent naked now, with Becca, her full, ripe tits pressed against Trent’s broad chest, her skin pale against Trent’s tan, his cock nestled within the hair between her legs, and…
Jack shoved his hands into his pockets, to hopefully disguise the outline of his dangerously-growing cock. He went to stand next to them, as close as he dared, because to hang back would draw attention to himself. And he didn’t want any attention right now, he wanted an icy cold shower so he could calm the hell down.
“Of course, minnows weren’t the only thing Trent lost here at the lake,” said Jack, hoping to deflect attention from his damned crotch.
“Oh no,” said Becca, trying to hold back a laugh. “Tell me you’re not going to say what I think you’re going to say.”
Jack snickered. “Why don’t you tell the story, Trent? The tale of how Trent Became A Man.”
“Jesus, Jack!” Trent shot him a look of resentment, a look that seemed to say, What the hell did you tell her that for? And Jack wasn’t sure he could’ve answered if Trent had asked that aloud, except that he was full of an inexplicable jealousy, and wanted Trent out of the picture so he could talk to Becca by himself.
Or maybe you just want to picture Trent pounding her.
He had to get that out of his mind.
“Oh, don’t feel bad,” Becca said to Trent. “From what I hear, a lot of people had their first time at the lake. It’s like a local tradition.”
“What about you, where was yours?” Jack asked…then immediately wished he hadn’t. Too far, man, too far. You can’t ask a girl that. Especially if you want to keep the conversation going. She’s gonna think you’re a perv.
But Becca just laughed. “A lady never tells,” she said. “But you sure do seem curious about everybody’s sex lives, Jack. Do you have something you need to tell us?”
His embarrassment at his own behavior made him shake his head. “That was over the line. Sorry.”
“Aw, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad,” she said, squeezing his bicep sympathetically. “Oh…my. That’s a thick arm you’ve got there.”
Trent snorted. “Don’t tell him that, he’ll start disrobing to show you all his other muscles.”
“Hey, nothing wrong with that,” she said. “I appreciate a good physical specimen as much as the next gal.”
Wait. What the hell did she just say? Jack was too inflamed to think clearly, his thoughts a swirl of confusion, embarrassment and lust. Did she just suggest I take off my clothes so she could get a look?
No. Of course not. And he needed to back off. Way off. This was Big-City Becca, after all, not one of the girls from town. She had standards. She had taste. And if she thought Jack was nothing but a gross, pushy prick…
What would happen, after all, if she thought that? You’re not going to hook up with her anyway, man. She’s so far out of your league.
8
Becca was on dangerous ground. She might as well have been standing on the edge of a cliff, enjoying the view, the excitement of the steely breezes buffeting her closer and closer to the edge. That’s how it felt, listening to Jack and Trent talk.
There was something going on between them, some subterranean conflict she couldn’t make out.
Unless they’re just fighting over me. An idea that was so crazy she couldn’t believe she was actually thinking about it.
Except it wasn’t crazy at all. Jack might’ve thought he was being subtle, trying to hide his hard-on, but there was no concealing that thing. She’d noticed it back in the truck, and now it was even more obvious, pressing against his jeans.
He wants me. In fact, he wants me right now.
She glanced over at Trent. What would he do, if she and Jack ran off to a secluded spot, maybe that area over there by the water, with all the bushes? Would he watch out for trouble for them, make sure they didn’t get caught by anyone?
But that hardly seems fair, the idea of making him watch while I get busy with Jack.
…unless maybe they wanted to take turns?
The most shocking part of that thought was discovering how little it actually shocked her.
“I appreciate a good physical specimen as much as the next gal,” is what she’d said to Jack. Then she turned to Trent. “And you’re not so bad yourself, I have to say. Tip-top shape, the both of you. Of course…”
“Of course what?” asked Trent. He was trying so hard to stay calm. Jack did a better job of that, even though his hard-on was confessing all his evil thoughts for him. Trent, though, was trying his damnedest to be a gentleman around her. Trying not to stare. Not to stand too close.
“I was just thinking, you two took me out for a beer because of how tense I was, but now I’m realizing you’re tense, too. In fact, you two are acting like a fight might break out any minute. I was just wondering if there was anything we could do to calm things down between you.”
The way Trent looked away immediately told her there was more going on between them than just her presence. Jack wasn’t any better, suddenly looking glum.
“Great. Two big men so in their feelings that they can’t talk about it, so I’m the one who ends up getting the silent treatment. Even though honestly, coming back here was emotionally rough on me, and it’d be really nice to hang out and relax with a couple of guys who didn�
�t keep shooting bitter looks at one another.”
Jack stammered, “Look, it’s complicated…”
Trent said, “There’s just some things…”
“Pfft,” she said. “Fuck that. When I want tense, I’ll go back to the house and start packing my stuff. But look at that water. Do you think it’s as cold as it looks?”
The idea had come to her suddenly, and she couldn’t take even a moment to think about it rationally, or she’d lose her nerve. Trembling with excitement, her fingers found the buttons of her plaid shirt and quickly undid them. Before the guys could even realize what was happening, she had shed her shirt, only her sky-blue bra shielding her breasts from the elements.
Jack noticed, and started to say something, but by that time she had already unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall to the ground…then she went straight into the water.
It was cold. Once summer was really here, the water would warm up during the afternoon, but now, in spring? She shouted with delight and shock as the icy water gripped her. Gooseflesh broke out all over her legs, and her nipples instantly hardened in the water.
Fucking glorious. She hadn’t been for a swim in ages, but the water seemed to welcome her into its frozen grip.
“Hey! Wait!” one of the guys called, but she didn’t wait. She kept swimming, long strokes taking her further and further out into the water. Behind her she heard a heavy splash, and Jack’s laughter. At that she rolled onto her back and looked at the shore.
Jack was in the water, his broad back glistening wet as he plunged towards her. Trent rolled his eyes, shook his head, but finally shucked off his shirt and jeans as well. He was a faster swimmer than Jack, and they reached her at the same time.
“Race you to the dock!” she laughed, and dove back down, conscious that they could see every inch of her, the both of them, and not caring at all. Knowing they were nearly naked beside her, their strong bodies forcing them through the water, turned her on in a way she had never felt before. Her body seemed to be on fire, even with the icy water around her.
Trent made it to the dock first, and looked back at them, grinning at his victory. Jack had sheer power on his side, and made it second.
The stretch she felt in her muscles was glorious. She was almost there. She had a momentary fear: Oh no, what if this was a bad idea, what if I can’t make it to the dock, what if the water is too cold and I just sink…
But before she could even finish forming the thought, she was seized by strong arms, lifting her onto the dock.
She looked back at the opposite shore, which seemed so far away. Still got it, she thought, and lay back laughing. Not only had she swum the distance, but she’d gotten the boys to the dock, gotten them to put aside whatever tension had been between them, at least for a moment.
Also, they’re staring at me, she realized. Not even hiding their looks of lust, at this point. Not that I blame them. Her nipples poked hard against the fabric of her bra, and as her gaze traveled down, she realized her soaked panties were absolutely transparent at this point.
Suddenly she felt nervous about being so exposed to them. You can take the girl out of the small town, but you can’t take the small town out of the girl, she thought, quickly rolling over so her belly was pressed against the heat of the deck. Yes, they could still see her ass, but she felt a little less exposed.
“How was that?” she asked. “Everybody still tense?”
Jack swallowed. “Nah, I’m fine.”
“Trent?”
Trent was doing his best to stare at the water, at the sky, anywhere but at the curves of Becca’s ass. “I’m…okay,” he said.
She laughed. If they’d been tense before, they were fucking statues right now. Oh, she hadn’t felt this in forever, this hold you could have over a man if they weren’t certain what was happening! She had their full, undivided attention.
Maybe I should’ve come to the Jordan & Huntley meetings naked and dripping wet, if that’s what it takes for men to listen to you.
A cool breeze came across the lake, raising gooseflesh over the backs of her thighs. “I better not stay out here long like this,” she said. “Not without any sunscreen.”
“Shame to go back that quick,” said Jack. “We just got here.” He sat on the edge of the dock, dangling his feet into the water. She wanted so badly to reach out and touch the ridges of his back, the way his muscles corded and fanned out, the power they represented.
Trent was still on his feet. He’d walked to the other side of the dock, and stared down at the gentle waves lapping the side. His face was grim.
If she hadn’t known better, she would’ve thought they were being shy around her. But these weren’t nervous guys. It was clear they both wanted her. The quick, hungry glances. The extremely obvious bulges they were sporting.
But the moment one of them made a move, the competition would be on. She understood that about them. They were best friends, but if only one of them could have her, that was going to hurt the friendship. And if she showed either of them more favor than the other, it would set off a battle that would cause more harm than good.
That’s when the truth set in: The only way she could have either of them…was to have both of them. It was the only way for no one to get hurt.
Or you could just head back. Put your clothes on, get back to packing, catch the next flight home. Your five-year plan doesn’t have room for one guy, let alone two!
The sensible answer wasn’t what her body wanted, though. Not the way she felt that tingling inside, not the hunger she felt staring at these two.
But how do you begin? Say boys, why don’t you take off those wet things? She couldn’t possibly be that obvious, could she?
“Say, boys,” she started…then found she couldn’t say another word.
They turned to look at her. “Yeah?” said Jack.
“I was just thinking…”
Oh god, I’m blushing. Am I blushing?
Trent glanced at Jack, then back at Becca. “What were you thinking?”
“Kind of silly for us to be here sitting in our soaking wet undies. Probably a little uncomfortable for you two, isn’t it?”
Jack laughed loud. “Tell the truth, did you bring us all the way out here just so we could play doctor?”
“Who, me?” asked Becca. “I’m just a simple country girl, I don’t know what you mean.”
Trent’s dark eyes glittered with wild speculation. He knelt beside her. “We’ve got on less than you do,” he said. “Maybe you ought to go first.”
“It’s only fair,” said Jack.
“Don’t mind if I do,” she said. She sat up and drew her legs underneath her. Then she reached back and unclasped the bra. Slowly, she let the straps fall from her shoulders onto her arms, which she crossed beneath her breasts. The bra cups still covered her…barely.
It was quiet, out on the dock. The world stood still. Or maybe it was just seemed that way to her, frozen for a moment on the verge of a great decision. A decision, she realized, she’d made some time ago.
She let her arms drop, and the bra slid away from her.
Their faces were a study in rapt fascination. She hadn’t had a man look at her that way in a long time…certainly not two men. The hungry adoration, the urge to reach out; she could practically see them restraining themselves, keeping their hands down.
She was beginning to think they would wait here all day, frozen, daring each other to make the first move. But she was wrong.
It was Trent who first reached out. His hand was warm and soft against her skin, as he brushed the side of her breast with his fingertips. She shuddered at the sensation.
“What do you…” he began, his voice trailing off. His hand rose to touch her cheek. “What do you expect to happen here?”
She saw him look back at Jack. Jack swung around to get closer to her, and put one of his big hands at the back of her neck. She leaned back, letting him hold some of her weight, just feeling the strength of his arm.
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“What do you want to happen here?” she asked Trent, her voice breathy.
“I know what I want,” Jack whispered into her ear. His lips touched her earlobe.
“Then why don’t you take it?” she whispered back. She put her hand on his chest, amazed by the way the muscle felt under his skin.
“But which…which one of us?” said Trent.
There it was. The question. She felt Jack stiffen next to her.
“Both,” she said.
“You are fucking kidding me,” said Jack joyously. Oh, he was ready for her now. She looked down and saw his cock straining against the fabric of his black boxer briefs. He’d been sporting that hard-on for a while now, and the cold swim had done nothing to put it down.
He was closest, and she turned her face to him, letting her lips just barely touch his. Not a kiss, hardly a touch at all. A signal. A wordless request.
He returned the favor. He pressed his lips against hers, eagerly, hungrily. Her lips parted to receive him, and their tongues danced. Why was it such a delight to find the taste of their earlier beer still on his tongue, like a memory, like something they had shared? She put her arms around his neck, pulling him close, and he let her be in charge of this moment, letting her control what happened. That only made her hotter, realizing he wasn’t going to paw and grab at her, realizing he was putting himself totally under her control. She slid into his lap, kissing him even more deeply as their chests pressed against each other.
Trent watched them eagerly. What was going through his head, as he watched his best friend kissing Becca, as he watched Jack’s hands slide down her back, into the waistband of her panties? His own hand reached down to the front of his boxers, and Becca saw him squeeze his cock. Take it out, she thought, and would have said it, had Jack not begun kissing her even more passionately at that moment, to the point her breath was taken away.
As though he had heard her thoughts, Trent pulled his cock from the slit in his boxers. It was so hard, so ready. His hand slipped up and down its length as he watched them.