He bent his head and lowered his lips to hers. His tongue sought and received permission to plunder her mouth. He spoke against her lips, between kisses.
“Do you want to stay here?”
Breathless, she answered him. “No. I want to go back and play with you guys.” She rubbed her mound against his penis and squeezed his ass. “I saw the gold lamé gown. Marcie’s playing lady of the manor, right?” She squeezed harder. “There’s a part for a serving maid.” She giggled. “I was born for the role. She always gets whipped for disobedience.” She moaned as she felt Dave’s prick begging for entry. “I’d love you to be the one to administer my punishment.” She reached between them and gripped his rock-hard length. “Please?”
“Anything you want. Anything. I’ll beg Marcie to…”
Shari chuckled.
“Oh, I don’t think you’ll have to beg too much. I’ve always been told I play well with others, and I played with Marcie before I met you. Let’s go back and tell them that everything’s right between us.”
Dave kissed her.
“Better than right.”
He deepened the kiss, sucking her lips, his hunger clearly evident. He backed her up against the door and lifted her up so his penis was positioned exactly where she wanted. Nothing came between them now. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” he asked. “We don’t have to go back right now, do we?” He cupped her behind, squeezing it. Hard. “Do we?”
Shari gasped, pulled her T-shirt over her head, and let it fall to the floor. She placed her hands on Dave’s shoulders and smiled.
“Let ’em wait.”
* * * *
Frank strode from one side of the room to the other. He stopped and glanced over at Marcie, lounging on the bed.
“What’s taking them so long?”
Marcie shrugged.
“Take it easy, sweetie. They’re just…getting things straight…oops.” She grinned. “Sorry. Sorting things out. Don’t worry. I’m sure Dave will be back soon and—”
Steady banging shook the cabin.
Marcie cracked up.
“Damn! This place has seen more sex in three days than I bet it saw in three years.” She gasped as she tried to catch her breath. “As for the banging…Lord, it’s amazing that we haven’t started an avalanche!”
Frank stared at Marcie with wonder.
“How do you do it? I’ve been having a meltdown since we got up here, and I’m not sure Dave and Shari have been any less anxious. Yet you seem to be taking things in stride. Even the blizzard.”
Marcie sat up in the bed and crossed her legs at the ankle.
“Frankie, my bubbie—that’s the Yiddish word for grandmother, in case you didn’t know—survived Hitler’s Germany. She always told me to live each day with all the joy you can because you never know what the next day will bring.” She smiled. “Hell, all I need to do is think of what happened to her, and my worries seem minor. Even being stranded in a cabin in a blizzard.” Her smile turned wicked. “Think of the fun we’ve had.” She stopped. “Think what we’ve learned about ourselves and each other. So you see, I try not to dwell on things.” She paused in thought. “You know, I was doing exactly that—worrying about Kip and Tony leaving town. And now, with any luck, I may have found some new lovers.” She bit her bottom lip, all traces of laughter gone. “What do you think?”
Frank returned her look and nodded.
“I think—maybe…possibly…probably.”
Chapter 5
“Thanks for giving Shari and me the rest of the night together.” Dave looked over at Shari and smiled. “It’s amazing what you can do with just a bed sheet and a belt. Oh, and glad I found yours, Frank. I’ll buy you a new one when we get back to the city. Marcie, we owe you.” Dave leaned over and brushed a kiss on her cheek.
“Uh-uh. You owe Frank and me—and I expect you to pay up when we get home.” Marcie grinned. “As the lady of the manor, I command it.”
“Is that okay with you, babe?” Dave asked Shari.
“As long as I can play, too. And as long as you’re the cavalier who ravishes me in the stable.”
Frank quirked an eyebrow.
“You sound quite familiar with this little play.”
Shari added another spoon of sugar to the tepid coffee before answering. “Well, I did have a life before I met Dave. Not that it compares with what we have now, of course. Still, Marcie and I…well, my lips are sealed.”
Dave put on a mock serious demeanor. “Good thing, Ms. Nelson; otherwise, I’d have to arrest you for lewd and lascivious behavior.”
Shari swatted him with a dish towel. “Only place I conduct lewd and lascivious acts is in bed with you. Now.”
“And that’s the way it better stay. In bed with me.” He laughed. “Or Marcie and Frank.” Dave pushed away from the table and cleared his throat.
“Okay, guys, the snow has stopped, the weather’s cleared, and the plow still hasn’t gotten to us. Frank and I will bring in as much wood as we can and get a good fire started. We’ll take turns keeping it going. I’m sure the smoke from the fire will be seen, and we’ll be out of here soon.”
Frank got up from the table and looked out through the tiny patch of clean glass in the window of the kitchen door. “I can’t believe how high the drifts are. That plow better be huge.”
“It is. Now, we just have to make sure they know we’re here. Get the log carrier from the living room.”
“Sure. The sooner we get the wood brought in, the better.”
“Marcie and I can help tend the fire, too. You guys just make sure we’re supplied with enough wood.”
“Isn’t there a snow shovel somewhere?” Marcie asked. “Could we dig a path to the car and uncover it? Then it’ll be seen from above.”
“There’s probably one in the toolshed. The only problem is getting to it. The drifts are packed against the door now. I barely made it inside to check the generator when we first arrived.” Dave banged the table so hard the sugar canister jumped. “When we get back I’m going to get the son of a bitch caretaker arrested on so many different charges, his lawyer will have to alphabetize them!”
“Take it easy, babe.” Shari shook her head with teasing regret. “Too bad we can’t channel that heat and melt the snow.”
“At least there’s plenty of wood,” Frank said, coming in at the tail end of the conversation. “I piled some more logs by the hearth. Dave can bring in the next stack.”
“Marcie and I will take turns watching the fire.” Shari’s lips twitched. “I’ll take the first watch. If you guys want to continue what you started last night…”
A gleam appeared in Marcie’s eyes. She watched as a myriad of expressions crossed the guys’ faces.
“Are you sure, darling?” Dave gathered Shari in a loose embrace and gazed into her eyes.
She caressed his face. “Just choose a different scenario, okay?” She smiled. “I want to try the lady of the manor with you first.”
“How about the harem slave, Marcie?” Frank leered playfully at her. “Can I be the pasha?”
“Hey, who’s the cop here? I outrank you. I’ll be the pasha. Uh, what’s a pasha?”
“Like a sultan, and I don’t care who’s who, as long as Shari is sure she’s okay with it.” Marcie looked over to her. “Are you positive about this?”
“Hey, who suggested it? Go on, I’ll be fine.”
Marcie grinned. “Girl, you just earned a dedication when I publish my first book of photos.” She turned to Frank and Dave. “Come on, boys. I want to see if I still remember how to belly dance.” She giggled. “I think Shari has a collar buried somewhere in her case that hasn’t been used…yet.”
* * * *
Shari gazed at the dancing flames and did her damnedest to ignore the muffled sounds of passion going on in the back bedroom. The steady pounding of the bed was matched by a masculine voice crying out in ecstasy.
It sounded like Frank.
Thank God.
/> She moved with purpose to the empty bedroom and found the vibrator she had discarded the other night.
This time she’d use it.
If only she had her nipple clamps handy.
Oh well. Next time she’d be better prepared.
* * * *
“All you need to do is clap your hands rhythmically, like this.” Marcie demonstrated the syncopated beat to the men. “Leave the rest to me. And when you’re…ready, just stop.” She grinned. “Got it? Good. Begin.”
Dave reclined in the bed while Frank sat on the wooden chest at its foot. Only a thong brief covered their genitals. Concentrating their attention on Marcie, they began the slow rhythm as instructed.
She stood in the middle of the room. On her full breasts she wore an embroidered bra with holes cut out for her taut nipples. Sitting low on her waist was a narrow belt with scarves loosely attached and fluttering around her legs. The golden curls shielding her clit shone with scented oil she had rubbed on. Around her neck was a slim leather collar with a long, thin, gold chain affixed to it. She held the chain, twirling it in time to the beat.
With sensuous grace, she moved to the clapping hands. Her shoulders gyrated and her hips undulated. Her breasts jounced and her nipples tightened.
She threw back her head and twirled even faster, whipping her hair and the chain. Perspiration glistened on her skin as the dancing grew more frenzied.
As though she couldn’t bear the restriction any longer, she unclasped the front snap of her bra and threw it to the side, freeing her breasts. She cupped them, offering them for the taking.
*
Dave stopped clapping, his breathing harsh and unsteady. Frank watched as Dave’s arousal increased, his penis pushing out the scrap of material covering it. His hands fell to his lap, yearning to caress Dave’s erection.
Only the gasping breaths of the room’s occupants broke the silence in the room.
Marcie sank to the floor, her head bowed. Waiting.
Dave and Frank looked at each other and then at Marcie.
“Rise, slave, and service your Master and his guest,” Dave commanded.
“What is your wish?” Marcie whispered.
“Take my cock in your mouth and suckle it. Make me come.”
“Whatsoever you desire.”
Dave pulled off his thong and his penis sprang free. He was so hard he could hold a tent up with his prick. He licked his lips in anticipation.
And the exquisite torture began.
* * * *
Shari had drowsed off when she came awake with a start. She could have sworn she heard someone call her name. She glanced at the fire and cursed softly. She must have fallen asleep. The fire needed more logs. She took two more pieces of wood, positioned them in the hearth, and stirred the embers to get the fire blazing. There. The flames were leaping again.
“Shari?” Marcie padded into the room wearing the sheer negligee taken from Shari’s special case. Her skin gleamed beneath the lacy covering. She moved to the fire and held her hands out, capturing some of its heat.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Shari questioned. “It sure sounded as though you did.”
Marcie laughed softly.
“Don’t worry. Dave called out your name when he came.” She chuckled. “More than once!”
Shari smirked. “I thought I heard my name taken in vain.” She looked up at Marcie. “Do you think he’s too tired to…?”
“Honey, he is whipped and wiped out. Sorry. I couldn’t seem to control myself. God, those guys are eager. And Dave…like he was making up for lost time the way he went on with Frank. Which I guess he is.” She stopped and grimaced in contrition. “Didn’t mean to go on like that.”
Shari leaned back, resting on her elbows. “S’all right. You’ve just had Dave this weekend. I have him anytime I want.” She shifted against the couch. “And now that we know what we enjoy the most, I’m going to be wanting him even more.”
Marcie crouched by the fire and threw on another piece of kindling. “Girl, I haven’t seen you this happy since—never. You have my blessing. Dave is good for you. And I’m going to keep looking for a more permanent arrangement. Frank’s more of a one-on-one kind of guy. I think I’ll save our little get-togethers for special occasions.”
Shari gazed at the flames bringing fiery highlights to Marcie’s golden curls and smiled. “Girl, any time we get together it’s a special occasion.”
Marcie smiled in return.
“I know.”
* * * *
“God, I don’t know how Marcie can do this on a regular basis. Every bone in my body aches.” Frank grimaced as he shifted to a sitting position on the edge of the mattress.
Dave laughed. “I keep telling you, you’re out of shape. You’re gonna have to come down to the gym and shoot a few hoops with me. Get your muscles toned up quick.”
“Now that I don’t have to hide that I’ll be lusting after your fine body, I’ll join you.” He got up and found the skimpy briefs they’d had on and tossed Dave’s to him. “I’ve learned a lot this weekend.” He turned and looked out the bedroom window. The sunshine struck his face, illuminating it.
Dave drew on his underwear and joined Frank. He pulled him back against his chest and held him around the waist. There was nothing sexual to the act; just two friends sharing the comfort of body contact.
“So, what did you learn?”
“I learned that living only half of your life isn’t living at all. I learned to trust the friendship of my best friend.” He turned around and looked at Dave. “I learned that love transcends every barrier.” He took a deep breath. “And I learned that as much as you love me, you love Shari more. You love her the most. And I want that kind of love, too. So, I’m going to give myself permission to look for it.” He smiled. “Now that I know I’ll always have your love, I won’t be afraid I’ll lose it if, no, when I find another lover.”
Dave gently kissed Frank’s lips.
“Promise you’ll bring him to the apartment for me to give my seal of approval.” He cupped Frank’s cheek. “Only the best will do for my best friend.”
* * * *
“Oh, my God, do you hear it?” Shari asked.
Dave rushed over to the living room window and tried looking out. “I see it! The plow’s coming!”
Marcie and Frank crowded around them at the window.
“It looks like it’s coming straight to the cabin!” Marcie rubbed her sleeve on the window cleaning off some more grime.
Frank grabbed her and kissed her smack on the mouth.
“It is! Look!”
The snow flew in a wave as the plow crawled up the driveway. A cleared passage with snow walls six feet deep on either side grew longer and longer as the plow approached the front of the cabin. The mammoth machine stopped about ten feet from the door, and the driver, dressed in heavy winter gear, jumped out and hailed them.
“Do you have access to a shovel?”
Dave shook his head and the driver nodded in understanding.
“I’ll clear the porch.”
The driver unhooked a huge shovel from the vehicle, and in only a few minutes, the porch deck was uncovered. The four friends rushed out of the cabin, grabbing their coats on the way. The girls clutched the driver, hugging him.
“Thank God you came.” Frank blew on his cold fingers, his jacket still unbuttoned.
Dave smiled in jubilation. “Man, I could kiss you!”
The driver laughed and pulled back his hood revealing twinkling brown eyes and a lean jaw. He grinned.
“Just happy we got to you. We haven’t had this cabin on our route for years. We didn’t even know anyone was up here.”
“Dave told us that might be the case,” Shari said. “That’s why we stoked up the fire so the helicopter would find us.”
“Helicopter?” The driver stared at them.
“Yeah. Dave said one goes up to look for any stray people, just to make sure no one was stranded during a stor
m,” Frank added.
“The copter didn’t see your smoke. It’s at the mechanic’s for repairs. We were pretty sure we’d plowed everywhere it was needed. Then we got a call from some old guy this morning. Said there were visitors at the Cohen place. I got in the plow and well, glad we got the call.”
Stunned silence greeted the driver’s announcement.
He shrugged. “Hey, that’s what they told me. Look, can you guys be ready in about a half hour? I can lead you down to the main road. The weather isn’t looking too great for later on today, either.” He shook his head. “Crazy weather this winter. No snow at all and then wham. Listen, I’ll clear off your car if one of you guys will help.”
Frank nodded.
“Let me get my gloves and I’ll be right with you.”
No one spoke at first when they trooped back inside the cabin. Then Frank broke the silence. “There’s gotta be a mistake, but we can check it out later. Right now we’ve got a ticket out of here. If you guys pack, I’ll get the car cleared off. The sooner we get back to the city, the sooner we can find out who called.”
* * * *
“Nice guy, that snowplow driver.” Marcie sipped a cup of steaming coffee from the thermos the driver gave them. “This is better than Starbuck’s. Here, Frank, your turn. Leave some for Dave and Shari.”
Frank blew on the liquid, cooling it a bit. He sighed with pleasure as he swallowed the heavenly brew. “His name is Brad.”
“Oh?” Dave checked out Frank’s blissful face in the rearview mirror. “And you know this, how?”
Frank coughed. “Well, I caught a few signs that he might be, maybe, interested in me…I gave him my card and told him if he ever wanted to buy property in the city I could do him a favor.” He gulped. “He asked if I could do him a favor even if he didn’t need any property. And he gave me his number.” Frank reached over to the front seat and gave Shari the cup for her to fill. “We’re going skiing as soon as we can arrange it.”
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