by Lane Hart
“Can we just not talk about this again? And will you promise me that you won’t text my father anymore?”
“Sure,” he says, bracing his hands on his hips. “But you can talk to us about anything, even the mental illness stuff. Charlie and I won’t judge or treat you differently. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” I say, even though I don’t entirely believe that.
“So, are you ready to go to the DMV?”
“Maybe I should wait. I’m not sure if I’m ready,” I reply.
Grabbing my shoulders to turn me to face him, Ty says, “You’re ready. Charlie and I will be there with you. You can drive us there illegally, and then drive us home with a license.”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Don’t make us drag you in.”
Charlie breezes into the bathroom like he owns it, and I guess he does, so I’m not even mad at him. “So, are we gonna do this?” he asks, the look on his face hopeful as he glances between Ty and me.
“Fine,” I reluctantly agree, mostly just because the two of them are so freaking excited that they’ve helped me learn to drive over the last few weeks. And I owe them. Honestly, I never thought I would be able to do everything that I’ve done over the summer – the swimming, the driving, the crazy but amazing sexual experimentation. Charlie and Ty have been better friends than I ever imagined, and they’re right. It’s way past time for me to finally get my driver’s license.
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Tyson
“Do you think she’ll pass?” I ask Charlie, who is sitting in the plastic seat next to me in the DMV lobby. My knee keeps bouncing nervously as we wait, and wait, and then wait a little longer.
“Oh yeah. Definitely,” he replies, looking calmer than me as he plays on his phone.
“What if she doesn’t?” I say. “And then she’ll be pissed at us for rushing her into this, and she may be so devastated that she never tries again.”
“Calm down,” Charlie huffs with a roll of his chocolate eyes. “She’s smart, so the test will be no problem. Sky knows all of her signs. And as long as she doesn’t get too nervous driving, she’ll ace that part.”
“I know, that’s what I’m saying! She could have a nervous breakdown without us there.”
“It’s gonna be okay, Papa Bear,” he jokes, looking up from his phone to flash me a grin. He gives my hand a squeeze before quickly pulling away. “So, um, tomorrow’s the Fourth of July.”
“Yep,” I mutter while glancing around the crowded room to see if anyone saw our guy-on-guy contact, but no one is staring or pointing fingers.
“It’s too late to call off Graham’s annual party,” Charlie mutters.
“Damn. You’re right,” I grumble. “Everyone on Facebook has been talking about it since last year’s.”
“So, I guess we’ll need to hit the store tonight to stock up on alcohol and snacks or whatever. Maybe grab some hot dogs and hamburgers to grill out?”
“Yeah. Fuck, I guess so,” I agree. “Sky’s gonna hate it.”
“She seemed fine at her birthday party.”
“Because she was drunk. There’s gonna be three times as many people at the house tomorrow,” I point out.
“She’ll be fine. You really do worry about her way too much,” Charlie replies with a chuckle.
“Fuck you.”
“No, it’s not a criticism. It’s…sweet that you care about her like you’re her boyfriend or whatever,” he says.
“Isn’t that sort of what we are?” I ask.
“Sky doesn’t want Graham to know about us, so I’m gonna say no, that’s not what we are. We are just her secret fuck buddies that she plays with when he’s not home.”
Scoffing, I tell him, “We’re a helluva lot more than that.”
“Hey, you don’t have to convince me,” he says. “I’m not the one keeping us in the closet.”
“We’re not—” I start to say that we’re not in the closet, but I guess that’s actually a lie. What Charlie and I have done together recently eradicated our completely straight cards. If there were a DMV for sexuality, we would have both been reclassified and given shiny new, bisexual identification cards instead. I’m still trying to wrap my head around crossing that line and, even more concerning, loving it. But I’m not ready to start flying any rainbow flags just yet. I doubt Charlie is either.
Before we can talk about the issue any further, the door to the DMV offices opens and out walks Skyler.
“Hey!” I say, as Charlie and I both jump to our feet to go to her. I try to read the verdict in her expression, but so far, she has a poker face. “So, how did it go?”
She whips her hand up to thrust a plastic license with her smiling photo on it in our faces, and then actually squeals. “I passed!”
“Oh, thank fuck,” I mutter, while Charlie wraps his arms around her in a celebratory hug. When he lets her go, I pick her up and spin her around before putting her down to pull out my cell phone.
“Let me get a picture of you holding your license to send to your—to send to Graham,” I lie, catching myself before I say her father.
Sighing, Sky tilts her head at me in annoyance and asks, “You’re gonna send it to my dad, aren’t you?”
“No. Of course not. You told me not to text him,” I reply. “And don’t be angry at me for sharing shit with him. It’s an obsession, like OCD, and it’s either him or Facebook who gets to see a copy. I have socialamedia; it’s a new disorder when you can’t control your sharing.”
“Uh-huh, right,” Sky says with a roll of her eyes. Still, she holds her license under her chin and says, “Just one photo.”
“Okay,” I agree. “Say cheese.”
“Cheese,” she repeats with a big smile that I capture with my phone.
“Perfect,” I tell her when I pull up the most recent photo. I quickly send it off to her dad’s cell as the three of us head to Graham’s car that Sky will be driving legally for the first time.
“Shotgun!” I call when the Mustang is in sight.
“Fucker,” Charlie grumbles, flipping me off.
We’ve just put on our seatbelts when my phone dings with a new message.
“Your dad said he didn’t even recognize you in the photo. He said you look beautiful and happy,” I tell Sky.
“I guess I am, actually,” she agrees with a grin, and doesn’t even bitch at me for sending it to him.
Chapter 28
Graham
“Sky?” I yell to her when I step out on the back patio after another grueling day of lectures. “Congrats on your license!”
“Thanks,” she replies, smiling from the giant yacht float that she’s stretched out on, wearing nothing but that tiny ass black bikini again.
“Can you come on in? I want to get as much studying done tonight, so that I can enjoy a few minutes of the party tomorrow.”
“Sure. Just a second,” she says, and I have no choice but to stand there and stare at her now very tan, sexy curves.
While I’m glad to see her in the water, I’m not happy about her swimsuit. Or maybe the problem is that I’m too happy with the small scraps of material.
“You can’t wear that tomorrow,” I tell her.
“Sure, I can.”
“No, you can’t. Half the football team will be here!”
“So?” she asks.
“Get out of the pool and go put some damn clothes on, so we can get to work,” I order.
“No,” she says, making my eyes widen at her refusal.
“Excuse me?”
“I said no. I’m not doing anything for you until you lose the attitude. And I’ll wear whatever I want tomorrow…”
“Sky, get your ass up here now, so I can burn that bikini!”
“No,” she replies before she lays her head back and continues sunning in that sexy as hell suit that put her big tits on display for the world to see. I don’t like it. I don’t want other guys, especially my teammates, looking at her like that.
“Last
chance,” I warn her as my restraint from the last few weeks begins to unravel.
She ignores me, just like I expected, because I’m being a dick, so I yank my t-shirt over my head. After I kick off my flipflops, I undo my cargo shorts and shove them down.
“What are you doing?” Sky asks, curious, noticing my striptease.
“Coming in after you.” I walk around the side of the pool to the deep end where I dive in. I surface right next to her float that I would consider turning over if she were any other girl but know that would freak her out. Instead, though, I grab her ankles and start tugging her toward me, down into the water.
“Graham!” she yells at me, but by the time I have her submerged in the water from the neck down with her arms wound securely around my neck to hang on, she’s laughing. That’s why I can’t resist kissing her. If she had yelled at me or slapped me, maybe I could’ve walked away. But how can I resist a laughing Skyler? I can’t.
My lips are drawn to hers like a moth that’s been seeking out a flame for weeks and finally found the first glimpse of light. Sky doesn’t even hesitate for a second before she’s kissing me back just as eagerly. She wants me. I know she does. Hell, she’s wanted me since our freshman year of high school. What took me so long to not only want her back but actually act on it?
When her legs wrap about my waist, I carry her over to the wall and press her back against it so that I can feel the spot between her legs that I’ve been craving. I tug at the string behind her back to undo the tie of her top so I can have unrestricted access to her tits. Each one fits into my palm perfectly, like they were made for it.
“I want you,” I say against her lips. “Tell me you want me too, Sky.”
“Graham,” she whispers back. “I need you so much. Please…”
I cut off her words with a moan, as my tongue slips inside of her mouth and my hands go to work on taking off her bikini bottoms. Sky gets busy shoving down my boxer briefs and fisting my hard cock.
“God, you’re so big,” she gasps, making me smile proudly against her lips.
“Don’t worry, it’ll all fit. We’ll take it slow and easy,” I promise her because I’m pretty sure she’s still a virgin.
Sky doesn’t even give me a chance to get her good and ready for me. Before I can slip my hand between her legs, she’s guiding my cock to her entrance.
“You sure?” I ask her, pulling back a moment to look into her eyes.
“Yes,” she answers. Her mouth descends on mine and then a second later, she lowers herself onto my cock, and I’m surrounded by the hottest pussy ever. My body takes over from there, tongue tangling with hers, hips pumping with the need to bury myself as deep as possible.
It becomes clear that I wasn’t going as easy and slow as I intended when Sky cries out and then bites down on my shoulder.
Going still, I ask, “You okay?”
“Don’t stop,” she begs, before she’s kissing me again, and then I’m fucking her a little harder, a little faster, against the pool wall.
“Oh, God!” Sky screams. Her body tenses and trembles in my arms with her orgasm.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I tell her when her body starts trying to milk me for all that I’m worth. I can’t hold off another second longer. “I’m gonna come so damn hard.”
“Wait. Not yet…”
“Can’t wait another second, baby,” I grit out between my clenched teeth before I erupt.
…
Skyler
Oh, my God.
I just had sex with Graham, and it was even better than I fantasized about after all these years.
But we didn’t use a condom.
I was so caught up in the moment, unable to believe it was actually happening, that when the birth control issue hit me, it was too late.
“What’s wrong?” Graham asks, as the two of us continue to clutch at each other in the water while catching our breath.
“Nothing,” I tell him since I don’t want to ruin everything. It’s too late to go back and change things now, so the best I can hope for is to find one of those morning-after pills and take it as soon as possible.
“You sure? I mean, I’ve wanted to do that for a while, but I didn’t want to mess anything up between us…”
“You have?” I ask in shock.
“Fuck, yes,” he answers with a grin. “Why do you think I got so pissed the last time you had on that same bathing suit? I knew I couldn’t have you, but I didn’t want other men seeing you and wanting you…”
Oh no. Should I tell him about Charlie and Ty, or will that just cause them all sorts of unnecessary problems? Those three have been roommates for years. I don’t want to be the reason things implode between them. Graham doesn’t need to know about the guys, since I’ll stop fooling around with them. It wasn’t like we were together. Maybe Graham and I are going to be together now.
“Charlie and Ty…” Graham starts, and then stops.
Crap. He knows!
He looks toward the empty house and says, “They told me that I should stay away from you. That’s the only reason why I haven’t kissed you or touched you before now.”
“They what?” I ask on a gasp of disbelief.
“They were being protective because they thought I would hurt you,” he explains. “But I shouldn’t have let them talk me out of this.”
Ty and Charlie were worried about Graham hurting me? Seriously? When what they did, telling him to stay away from me when they knew how much I wanted him, hurts worse than anything Graham could do to me.
“I can’t believe they did that,” I tell Graham.
“I’m an asshole,” he says, while brushing my damp hair back from my face and behind my ear. “And I probably will fuck this up.”
“If so, then that’s between you and me, not them,” I say.
“Just so you know, I haven’t been with anyone since before you got here,” Graham tells me.
“Really?” I ask.
“Yeah. And I don’t want to see anyone else. Just you.”
“That’s…wow, Graham,” I say, speechless.
“We should, um, probably get our clothes back on before Charlie and Ty come home,” he suggests. “They went to get everything for the party, right?”
“Yeah,” I agree. “And we should start studying, so you can have tomorrow off.”
“Okay, but it’s gonna be hard to concentrate after that,” he tells me. Leaning forward to place a kiss on my earlobe and then lower, on my neck, he says, “Maybe we could go upstairs and do this just one more time?”
“You need to study first,” I reply, as a shiver of desire for him and euphoria that he wants me again so soon runs through me. “But after…”
“Fuck yes,” he groans. “And I want you to wear the bikini tomorrow.”
“You do?” I ask in surprise.
“Yeah,” he replies with a grin. “As long as I know I’m the only one who gets to take it off of you, I don’t care who looks. And tomorrow, I’ll make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.”
Chapter 29
Charlie
“Wait. Where are Sky and Graham?” Ty whispers when his back hits my locked bedroom door, and I start to unbutton his shorts.
“Probably in her room studying,” I reply softly. As I tug his shorts and underwear off, I drop to my knees just in time to catch his bobbing cock with my tongue, giving it a nice, long lick all the way up. “Do you want to wait for her?” I ask before my lips wrap around his head and suck him hard.
“Oh shit!” Ty gasps before he slaps his hand over his mouth to keep quiet, telling me all I need to know.
His cock is already dripping pre-cum on my tongue, after I teased him with my hand in the car while he was driving. We’ve never done this on our own, without Sky there encouraging us, but judging by the way Ty’s tugging on my hair and pumping his cock down my throat, it won’t be the last.
As soon as I reach down and cup his balls, Ty comes hard, his moans muffled by his hand.<
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Giving him a moment to recover from his first solo homosexual experience, I get to my feet and walk away to give him space.
“Son of a bitch!” I shout as I look out the window.
“What?” Ty asks. I hear the zip of his shorts, and then he shoulders up beside me. “Holy shit. Are they fucking?”
“Well, judging by the frantic movements, either they’re fucking or trying to drown each other,” I surmise.
“Jesus. How long do you think that’s been going on?” Ty asks.
“I dunno. I guess we could ask Sky. But if we ask her about them, don’t you think that means we should probably tell her about us?”
“Us? There is no us,” Ty scoffs. “That was a one-time deal that we won’t be repeating.”
“We won’t?” I ask in surprise. “Seemed like you enjoyed yourself.”
“I did, but that’s not the point. It’s supposed to be the three of us…”
“Or four,” I suggest with a nod of my head out the window.
“He’s gonna fuck everything up, isn’t he?” Ty asks.
“Yeah. Probably. I’m guessing he doesn’t know we’ve been with Sky. And now we’ve been together without Sky, and she’s been with Graham. This is all getting too complicated.”
“I don’t want to end things with her,” Ty says.
“I don’t either. But you know that if she has to pick between him or us, it’ll be him every time, right?”
“Damn him!” Ty grumbles as he looks out the window again. “Shit! They’re coming inside. We need to get out of here. Let’s get back down to the car to start bringing in the groceries, like we just got home, so they don’t know we know and they won’t wonder what we were doing.”
“Calm your tits,” I tell him. “Come on.”
To make him happy, I lead the way down the stairs and out the front door, just so we can come through it again.
Skyler comes into the kitchen in a flurry a moment later as we’re putting up groceries.