Screwing With Perfect

by Louisa Trent

  "Marvelously happy. He's like Marco Polo, always looking for the next great adventure. He wants us to explore a threesome. Interested?"

  Drew was going to puke. Right there on the sidewalk, in front of their favorite ice cream store, surrounded by kiddies and doting parents, he was going to upchuck the contents of his stomach.

  A threesome. How did Kes think she'd ever have a future with a man only looking for a good time?

  Drew's throat worked to keep the bile down. "Kesley, do you really think a threesome will make whatever is bothering you disappear?"

  "Nothing is bothering me. Now, if you'll excuse me? I really do need to clear out my desk so I can see Ted tonight."

  And with that, Kesley walked away, leaving him alone with a ring and an unsaid proposal.

  * * * *

  With a kiss, Ted led her into the bedroom.

  It wasn't his fault that the brush of his lips on hers made her yearn for more. It wasn't his fault that when their mouths touched, her mind and heart remained uninvolved. And if the suggestion of a threesome seemed inappropriate considering the newness of their relationship ... well appropriateness was the bane of her existence. Hadn't she been trying to shed that nasty character flaw?

  Still, she couldn't help but feel Ted should have waited until they'd had sex before mentioning a ménage a trois. She hadn't even gotten naked with him yet.

  Tonight they took off the wraps.

  Which is why Kesley had glammed it up, doing the hair thing and the waxing thing and the new clothes thing before the unveiling. She genuinely wanted to please Ted and bolster her own self-confidence.

  It wasn't easy taking it all off before a man one barely knew. Frankly, it felt weird having sex after only two dates, weird sleeping with someone before exchanging such essential information as favorite ice cream flavors.

  She had only agreed to sex with Ted to get her mind off Drew.

  Seeing Drew today outside their old ice cream haunt brought the pain of losing him to the surface all over again. Tired of feeling professionally ineffective, tired of feeling like a big fat zero in her personal life too, just plain tired of hurting, she'd called Ted, agreeing to go to bed with him, though he was little more than a new acquaintance.

  Ted wasn't a bad sort. Not really. It was just that after being married for fifteen years, he was floundering in the dating world, trying to re-orient himself sexually. Most likely he'd only suggested a threesome because he thought everyone out there was regularly doing them and he had been missing out. Little did he know she'd just gotten her sexual wings.

  She wasn't about to tell him. Not after only two dates! They didn't know each other well enough for those kinds of intimate disclosures.

  After the inoffensive kiss, Ted felt up her breasts.

  Her listless nipples peaked in half-hearted arousal. Not a good harbinger of things to come.

  Kesley pulled back from the grope. "Ted, there's something I need to ask."

  "Don't worry, I brought the condoms. The kind with the ribs for a woman's utmost satisfaction."

  "Er ... how considerate. But that wasn't my question. Ted, what's your favorite ice cream flavor?"

  "Never touch the stuff." He slapped his relatively flat mid-section. "I work out at the gym four times a week, still I gotta watch the waistline. " He walked to the right side of the bed--most likely the same side he had slept on with his wife--and proceeded to undress.

  Following suit, she disrobed on what was presumably his former wife's side of the bed.

  Patterns are difficult to break. A concerted effort, a great deal of courage and real motivation are required to change established modes of behavior. Very few people could pull it off, very few people even made the attempt

  Drew. He was making the attempt.

  No! She mustn't think about Drew, not now, not when she was going to bed with another man.

  Pretending not to, Ted checked her out. When she dropped her bra and panties, his penis levitated quite nicely.

  She was glad she didn't have a penis, because if she had a penis, it would have been embarrassingly limp. As it was, her vagina was dry, a circumstance Ted was bound to discover during foreplay.

  Two minutes later in bed, her lack of vaginal lubrication remained her little secret. Condom in place, Ted was ready to go.

  She wasn't.

  "Uh ... Ted," she began, both hands on his shoulders, fending him off. "Wait!"

  She wanted to do this, she did, she really did, but she needed more time! One measly tweak on a boob just wasn't enough to arouse her.

  No, that was wrong. Her lack of excitement was her fault. All her fault. There was no one to blame but herself. She alone bore responsibility for her sexual gratification. And she should have told Ted she was new to this. But she'd assumed all men were like Drew, that they used words and touch to excite a lover.

  Obviously, Drew was not like all men.

  Or at least, he differed tremendously from Ted.

  While thinking about what she and Drew had done together in bed--and not in bed--her nipples hardened and jutted, her vagina moistened.

  This was it! This was the way it was supposed to be, this wild anticipation to be with a man was what sex was all about.

  Unfortunately, Ted wasn't the cause of her excitement.

  Desperately, Kesley worked at transferring her arousal over a memory of Drew to the reality of Ted.

  "Could we get better acquainted first?" she whispered at the man intent on ramming his way into her dry vagina.

  He didn't seem to hear.

  As a penis butted her opening she tapped its owner on the shoulder. "Ted, I don't mean to interrupt, but could we possibly do something else first? You know, preliminaries?"

  "Don't need 'em."

  "But I do," she said softly, and gave him a shove.

  As soon as she was out from under, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood.

  She could have gone along, pretended Ted was Drew, but that kind of sexual dishonesty made her feel like a cheat. Far more honest to admit she'd made a dreadful mistake, and ask no-foreplay Ted to leave.

  Before she began her speech, her rattling door hinges had her looking to the left.

  Drew, a man who had spent a decade on foreplay, stood at the threshold to her bedroom, no slouch in his posture to be seen.

  Her heart dropped to her toes.

  They could have had everything and he threw it away.

  No! Unwilling to commit, he threw her away!

  "Hello Drew." To hide her hurt, she returned the favor. "Decided to accept my invitation for a threesome after all, huh?"

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  "Threesome? Sure," Drew heard himself reply.

  What else could he say?

  Nothing else. An engagement ring burned a hole in his pocket, but his proposal would need to wait. The dangerous look in Kesley's too-bright eyes told him she was in no mood to talk. His sweetheart was looking for some two-on-one action.

  Fine. She'd get her action, and maybe when she got it all out of her system, then they could talk. He loved her and he was not giving her up without a fight. A little thing like her having sex with another man was not standing in his way. He loved her!

  Drew reached a hand out to the fuck in the bed. "Andrew."

  The fuck shot a hand out from under the sheets. "Ted."

  Shake concluded, intros over, amenities observed, Drew went for his belt buckle.

  When his clothes were hung on the floor, he took his sweetheart's lips.

  At first, her mouth didn't respond. But he was patient, and soon Kes' lips softened and clung. Ignoring Ted, he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against her tongue, a welcome home he'd dreamt about the entire time he was gone.

  Breaking them apart, Drew looked deeply into her eyes, as deep as the kiss had been. "Better get in under the covers." He flipped the bedclothes back for her. "Don't want you catching cold."

  After installing Kes in the middle, he moved bet
ween the sheets too, flanking her on the left.

  "I don't know what I'm supposed to do next," she said, her gaze on the ceiling.

  Drew did.

  There were too many cocks in the bed, one too many to be specific. His aim was to rid the bed of Ted.

  "Lady's choice, " he said solemnly. "We'll do whatever you want."

  "I would like both of you to fondle me." Her lids lowered.

  Common enough female fantasy. He couldn't say he liked it, but this wasn't about him.

  Drew cupped a breast; the fuck handled the other.

  "Mmm," she murmured.

  "You like?" Drew asked, doing the thing with her nipple that drove Kes wild.

  His recent familiarity with her body worked in Drew's favor, but not nearly as much as a decade's worth of familiarity with her mind. He knew what Kes needed. And when it came right down to it, sex was less about bodies than it was about the other stuff--trust and love and emotional bonds--the intangibles that would forgive a guy's inexcusable feet-dragging. Would Kes forgive him?

  Bending to Kes, Drew plied his jaw along her cheek, nipped her ear, and spoke the words too-long coming. "I love you, Kesley. You're my whole life."

  Her eyes snapped up. "How dare you say that to me now!"

  "I dare because you told me I snored."

  "What!" She got up on her elbows.

  "You told me I snored. Like a bear in hibernation. You told me yourself that only a woman who loves a man would tell him something uncomplimentary like that. You love me, Kesley. Tell the fuck to get lost. We need to talk."

  Throwing back the covers, she pounced. Straddling him naked, she let him have it right between the eyes. Kes had a remarkable left hook.

  "I'm outta here," said Ted.

  Gathering up his clothes, the extra prick in the bed raced from the room.

  Not Drew. The way he figured it, love is messy and nosebleeds come with the territory.

  As Kes straddled him, thighs open, fists flying, round tits bouncing in fury, his cock tented the sheets. He'd never been so turned on.

  "Hammer away at me but when you're done, we're talking," he promised.

  For a lightweight, Kes pummeled him damn good. No argument, he had it coming. But when her punches grew sloppy and her breathing went choppy with exertion, it was time to call it quits. She'd had enough.

  Kes didn't see it the same way.

  He'd expected no less from her. The woman had the tenacity of a bulldog. She'd stuck with him for ten years, long after another woman would have packed it all in and given up. Not his sweetheart. Kes didn't know the meaning of the word quit. She'd keep punching him until she collapsed in exhaustion.

  There was only one way to end it.

  Grabbing hold of her wrists, Drew rolled Kes beneath him, kneed open her thighs, and started turning intangible into tangible. "My cock is going in you."

  "You bastard," she screamed, trying to keep him out.

  He laughed. "Got that right. Never knew my mother either. The only person I've ever really belonged to is you. You're my one and only relationship, and I'm looking for more wonderful years with you. Golden anniversary, minimum, is the least I'll accept. Now, stop fighting me and let me in your cunt."

  "Wh-what?" she said, her struggles reduced to squirms.

  He groaned as he penetrated. "I love you," he said voice weak, pecker firm. "I love you with everything I've got to love another human being with. I wasn't sure if that was gonna be enough, but it's all I got, and it's yours."

  "You don't know your parents?"

  "Nope. Never made their acquaintance. You know those kids you work with at The Shelter? A few years back, in a different state, I was one of them."

  She touched his face; her eyes were wet with tears. "Why didn't you tell me? It would have explained so much. Your inability to stay with one love interest..."

  "I stayed with you, goddammit!" He started to move inside her. "And those tears in your eyes are the reason why I didn't want to tell you. If I had told you all those years ago, I would have just been another fucking case study to you. Poor, neglected Drew, another homeless teen. I'm so over my early years." He began to slowly thrust. "I'm a successful man, that's how I wanted you to see me."

  "I'm sorry," she said, turning away.

  He turned her beautiful face right back. "Much of that success I owe to you. You gave me stability. I fucked around but I always returned to you."

  "Oh, sure."

  Another thrust, refusing to leave her. He was staying inside her, where he belonged. "I'm worth a mint, sweetheart. My business is booming. I could have moved out of this rat-infested three-decker the first year I graduated college, but that would have taken me away from you. I didn't know if I could give you the love you deserved, but I sure as hell knew that wherever you were, that's where I wanted to be."

  She sniffed back her tears. "You give me too much credit. You made something out of yourself, all by yourself. I had nothing to do with any of it."

  He made a faster stroke up into her body. "You had everything to do with it," he groaned, loving the sex, needing the sex, but wanting her more than the sex. "You turned my ass around."

  "There's this kid," she sobbed. "John Smith. He had so much potential. With just a little support, he could easily have been mainstreamed, become a productive member of society, but he took off, refused to enter any programs at The Shelter. I failed him Drew!"

  "You didn't fail him. He just wasn't ready to listen. I'm telling you, if not for your little pep talks, if not for you always riding my ass, I would have dropped out of college." Grunting, he drove up into her again and again. So hard to think. Harder to talk. But for Kes, he forced the words out. "You want to save someone? Okay, here it is. You fucking saved me! Sometimes, you can't save the whole world at once, sweetheart. Sometimes, it only happens one person at a time."

  "Oh, Drew," she wept, and pulled him close. "I love you so much. What would I ever do without you?"

  "Sweetheart, I'm never giving you the chance to find out. Marry me!"

  "But Ted..."

  Un-un-un. "Fuck Ted," he moaned, turning his face into the crook of her shoulder, barely hanging onto rational thought, pleasure shutting his brain down. Christ, she felt so good.

  "I want you to know--I didn't. Tonight was my first time with him. I was about to ask him to leave right before you arrived. I just was in so much pain, you know?"

  Oh, he understood pain. He was in pain too. As in now. But Kes needed to talk, and so he clenched his teeth against the pain of pleasure and held on for her sake. "I know. I've been there too." He ground his cock into her. "And it wouldn't have mattered to me. You're with me now and you'll be with me in the future. All that other stuff is in the past, and the past stays in the past. It wouldn't have mattered to me, even if you had fucked him up the ass sideways..."

  "I think that would have been anatomically impossible," she snorted, and started to giggle.

  His jaw came up out of the crook in her shoulder and he gasped, "Man, do you have a lot to learn about sex toys. I can see I'm gonna have to buy you a strap-on for the honeymoon."

  He didn't even mind that Kes was laughing so hysterically by then that he couldn't continue. His hard-on was deflating anyway. His powers of concentration had helped make him a success. Two, three things at a time, he could do. But damn, he didn't want to miss a second of her happy hysterics.

  Pulling out, he held his sweetheart in his arms while she chortled. What the hell! They had the rest of their lives ahead of them to make love.

  THE END

  About the Author:

  Louisa Trent is happiest writing and so she writes all the time, even when the veggies are in need of peeling and the dust bunnies are in need of vacuuming. When she was far too young to contemplate anything as serious as marriage, she snatched up a boy with a sense of humor and led him right to the altar.

  Somewhere along the way, she picked up a couple of academic degrees which she uses each and every da
y, though certainly not in the way she intended to use them. Blessed with three funny sons and a husband who still makes her giggle, she lives in a quaint New England town in a messy home surrounded by flowers and laughter.

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