by Morgan Henry
“I’m nosy. I wanted to know how things were going with you and Kent and Carter.” Lisa was well known for both her extensive knowledge of town gossip and her matchmaking efforts. Though she was generally in the know about what was going on with people, Lisa was never malicious and didn’t betray confidences. She didn’t have a nasty bone in her body.
“Things are good.” Hanna couldn’t help blushing. “But I am going home tonight.”
Lisa giggled. “I’m glad to hear it. It will be nice to add another trio to our group of ménage families.”
“Whoa there, sparky! Isn’t that jumping ahead a bit?”
“Not really. They’re in love with you, and you love them. Stop fighting it.” Lisa was quite firm. “And Cailynn is well on her way to becoming permanent with her guys, so that will make three families our age.”
“I’m really happy for Cailynn, but I need more time to figure out what I really want.” Hanna was still unsure about the future held for the three of them.
“Well, make sure that when you choose, you’re basing it on your own happiness and not what anyone else thinks your happiness should be based on. Live your own life, not someone else’s version.” Lisa could be a hell of a philosopher and life coach when she got going.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Hanna said as they exited the clinic and set the alarm.
When she arrived at home, she took out the lunch Kent and Carter had made for her. She had eaten the pizza at the clinic because it was fast and hot and was now grateful that she could eat what they had made, rather than go to the effort of making something herself.
She opened the bag to find her favorite sandwich—ham and swiss with Dijon mustard on rye. There was also a diet soda, a pear, and two chocolate chip cookies. And another note.
Hope you’re having a good day. Think of us, we’re thinking of you. K & C.
Damn it, they were so nice! She picked up the phone and dialed their number.
Chapter 15
Over the next several weeks, Hanna, Kent, and Carter continued to spend time together as they had before the men went away. They would talk during the week, sometimes getting together for dinner, and spend more time together on the weekends.
Occasionally, one of the three would have to work. If it was Hanna, the men picked her up after work and she would spend what was left of the weekend with them. If it was one of the men, Hanna and whoever wasn’t working spent time together and the one working joined them later. Hanna was amazed that neither man ever seemed jealous of the other.
She asked Kent about it one day when they were getting dinner for when Carter returned. They had steaks marinating, salads made, and corn shucked and ready to be boiled. Dessert was in the freezer.
Kent spoke matter-of-factly. “Not gonna happen, princess. Carter and I know you need time with each of us alone, for different reasons. And we talk to each other about what we do when we’re alone with you. The only thing that would make us mad would be if you tried to play one of us off the other. I don’t think you’d try that, though. You’re too honest and up-front.”
“Well.” Hanna felt a little pride in his praise. “I try to be, anyway.”
Kent grunted in wordless agreement. “Now that dinner is halfway ready, what shall I do with you?”
Hanna’s heart gave a thump at that, and her body started to warm. She still couldn’t believe how little it took for her to get turned on by her men. Just that look in Kent’s eyes and his growly tone of voice had her pussy starting to weep.
Kent placed his hands on her waist and guided her to the short side of the large table opposite the kitchen. When her ass bumped the edge of the table, Kent began to strip her shorts and T-shirt off. He didn’t speak, and when she opened her mouth, he laid his finger over her lips, silencing her as well.
He leisurely moved his hands up her back, caressing her and kneading her muscles. He unclipped her bra and very slowly pulled it down her arms, revealing only one nipple at a time, licking each in turn. They were already peaked from his attentions, but the lick caused them to harden further and their color darkened. His close perusal of her breasts made her feel vulnerable and aroused her even further.
He tossed the bra aside and licked his way down to her panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slowly drew them down, stopping as he got to the apex of her thighs to inhale deeply. Hanna blushed, knowing he could smell her arousal, but she kept silent as he had requested. She didn’t realize it would be this hard not to make a sound.
He tossed her rather damp panties away, having slid them off her legs. Kent then placed a chair at each corner of the table, and one in the center of the short end. He leaned forward to take her mouth in a hard kiss as he bent her backward and laid her on the table. He positioned her so that her ass was at the end of the table, almost hanging off. Then he placed one foot on each chair, spreading her legs wide open.
Hanna was feeling even more vulnerable, now that she was naked and splayed out on the table, which happened to be in front of the windows. It was like she was a buffet. She realized the term buffet was more than apt, as Kent sat in the remaining chair and pulled it up to her wide-open pussy. He gave her a wicked smile as he held his finger to his lips, indicating he still wanted her to be quiet.
Hanna’s thoughts whirled around her head. She couldn’t figure out why she was just obeying Kent. And why it would arouse her so much to play his game. And just as she realized that she was thinking more about that than the fact that she was naked on the table in front of the window, Kent licked her hard from anus to clit. Then he started to swirl his tongue around and around her lips.
A loud groan escaped her, and her hands fisted. She didn’t know whether she wanted to pull his head closer or push it away to ease the overly intense stimulation. She lifted her hands to his head, still not sure whether to push or pull, but he caught her wrists in his hands.
He pulled them down to her pussy and said, “I want you to hold yourself open for me. And don’t let go.”
Hanna’s cheeks burned in embarrassment. She had never had a partner ask her to participate in such a manner before. Surely, he couldn’t be serious.
“I’m serious, princess,” he said in a deep voice, as if he could read her mind. Then in a softer voice he added, “You can do it, Hanna.”
Slowly, the flush on her face spreading to her chest, she opened herself to Kent.
* * * *
“So pretty,” Kent breathed as Hanna pulled apart her outer labia. She was beautiful, all glistening and pink. Her clit was just starting to protrude from its hood and her inner labia were slightly puffy. Not quite aroused enough.
He leant down and started to tease her lips. He ran his tongue around the outside of one, then down the center, then up the outside of the other, repeating the figure-eight pattern. He could see Hanna’s hands tremble as she became more stimulated, and her clit swelled further.
Knowing she couldn’t see him, he smiled. He bet she forgot all about being in front of the windows. It wasn’t like there were any neighbors to see her, but he knew she wouldn’t like the thought that she was splayed out in front of several very large windows.
Kent slid a finger into her vagina. He could feel the little muscles of her cunt contract as they tried to pull his finger further inside. Hmmm, ready for more. He added a second finger and started to pump them in and out slowly. He turned his palm up and curled his fingers slightly to find her g-spot. She bucked a little and whimpered as he hit it, so he concentrated his attentions on that spot further. Hanna’s knuckles were white and her fingers were trembling harder now. Her clit was hard and dark pink, begging for his attention.
He continued to pump his fingers in and out, getting faster now. He blew on her clit and was rewarded with a spasm of her pussy and another whimper. Kent felt a rush of satisfaction. He loved eating pussy and hearing those sweet sounds Hanna made. He had forced her to hover on the edge long enough, so he leaned down and sucked on her clit as he r
ubbed her g-spot.
Hanna screamed and let go of her pussy lips as she convulsed on his fingers. He reveled in each spasm of her pussy and kept pumping his fingers in and out until he was satisfied he had wrung every last bit of pleasure out of her.
Kent stood and laid his body on top of hers. He kissed her neck and jaw as he allowed her to recover for a few minutes. Her breathing gradually slowed to normal.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” she murmured, blushing again.
“Why not? It gave us both a lot of pleasure. What’s wrong with that?” Kent asked. He started to play with her breasts again, rolling the nipples between his thumb and fingers.
Hanna arched her back into his touch, even as she considered his words. “I guess you’re right,” she said slowly. “It just seems so…naughty. Like participating in your own destruction or something.”
Kent laughed. “Destruction? Isn’t that a bit dramatic?”
“Well, yes, but you know what I mean.” She then moaned as Kent slid a finger into her quickly dampening folds.
“I don’t think we’re quite done yet,” he murmured into her ear.
* * * *
Carter walked in the house in time to see Kent flip Hanna over on the dining table. Hanna was naked, but Kent still had his clothes on. From the look of things, he’d already made Hanna come once and was fixing to make her come again as well as get his own pleasure.
Kent positioned her body so that the table supported her torso, but her legs and ass were dangling. He pushed her legs apart with his feet. What a gorgeous sight, Carter thought. He leaned against the wall to watch the show, unwilling to interrupt them.
He adjusted his pants around his growing erection, knowing that he wasn’t going to get more comfortable anytime soon.
He watched Kent rub his cock around Hanna’s opening, lubricating himself. From the look of Hanna’s glossy pussy and puffy lips, she was well aroused. Kent plunged into her, impaling her hard, then paused. Carter could almost feel the muscles of her cunt contracting around his cock as he watched.
Kent began to thrust, slowly a couple of times, then much faster and harder. Hanna moaned and tried to meet his thrusts, but she couldn’t get much leverage with her toes barely touching the floor. Carter rubbed his erection again, knowing it wasn’t going to help, but unable to keep from touching himself at the sight in front of him.
Kent continued to hammer into Hanna, then reached around to her clit. Hanna exploded in a wail that was music to Carter’s ears. He bet Kent felt the same way. Kent’s thrusts became somewhat ragged, and he, too, climaxed with a roar, driving deep inside as he emptied himself into the condom.
They were both panting as Kent eased out of Hanna. He collapsed onto a chair and pulled her into his arms. He cradled her against him in silence for several long minutes, stroking her back in long, soft sweeps.
Hanna lifted her head and looked into Kent’s eyes and smiled. Just as she was about to speak, she caught sight of Carter out of the corner of her eye. She yelped and jumped in Kent’s arms, causing Kent to turn swiftly around.
“Sorry,” Carter apologized. “I didn’t mean to startle you, but I couldn’t help watching the hot scene in front of me.”
“Oh. My. God.” Hanna looked like she was trying to sink into the ground and was red as a tomato.
Carter strode over to the two of them. He gently grasped the nape of her neck and made her look at him. “Don’t be ashamed, sweet Hanna. I liked watching the two of you. It made me happy to see the two of you enjoying yourselves.”
He was glad to see the look of relief on her face.
“Funny, we just had a little conversation about the fact that we’re fine with each other having alone time with her,” Kent informed Carter.
“Good,” Carter replied. “Now that that’s settled, let’s get dinner going. I’m starved. And I can’t wait to have Hanna for dessert.”
Chapter 16
Softball started in July. Kent and Carter hosted a couple of “practices” at their place mostly for Hanna, Cailynn, and Karen. Andrew and Dan Harris were there with Cailynn, and Allan and Xander Winters came with Karen.
Cailynn had recovered enough from her injuries from her ex-boyfriend to participate. He had attacked Cailynn at the clinic when she was alone. The jerk was trying to steal enough money and drugs to cover his gambling debts. He was dragging Cailynn away to kill her when Andrew and Dan came to the rescue. There was now a strict policy in place that no one was alone in the clinic anymore, period.
They had a great time practicing and the women had improved enough that they didn’t feel like complete fools on the field. The barbecues after the practices were fun, too. Hanna was delighted that Cailynn was now engaged to the Harris brothers. She was impressed by Cailynn’s ability to pursue her own happiness and make her own choices about what was right for her. She didn’t live her life at the expense of others, but neither did she accept pressure to conform to what society deemed as correct. Of course, it helped living in Hardwick Bay.
Their team wasn’t the greatest in the league, but they weren’t the worst either. Hanna had actually come to enjoy the Thursday night games. They would play, have a good time, and then socialize for a bit. If it was really hot, they would go for a swim in the lake, but usually they just relaxed with some munchies and maybe a beer.
This Thursday, Hanna was thinking a swim was in the plans. It was really hot and humid and had been for a few days already. She knew they were going to be soaked with sweat by the end of the game. As she drove up to the field, she noted, though, that there were some thunderclouds massing in the west. If it started to lightning, they would have to call the game, but relief from the sweltering temperatures might be worth it.
With an eye on the sky, they started the game. Their team was actually ahead in the sixth inning. If they could hold on for the next and last inning, they would win. At least they would if the rain held off. It was getting darker by the minute.
At the end of the sixth, Karen ran to catch a pop fly. She positioned herself underneath the ball, but it hit the tip of her finger instead of her glove. She screamed and dropped to her knees, clutching her right hand.
Allan and Xander raced over to her, getting there first and checking her over. As Hanna arrived, Allan stood up with a grim look on his face.
“It’s dislocated and possibly broken. We’re going to take her to the hospital,” he said.
Hanna knew her friend was not okay when she didn’t hear any protests from Karen about going to the hospital. Xander helped her up and put his arm around her, steadying her as she cradled her hand. Hanna winced. Karen’s finger was bent backward at a horrible angle and her face was pale. She was crying silently, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. Xander leaned down and whispered a few words in her ear. She barely responded. Allan went to bring their truck closer to the diamond.
“Do you want me to come, too, Karen?” she asked her friend.
Karen nodded miserably. Hanna let Kent and Carter know she was heading to the hospital with Karen and hopped in her car to follow Allan’s truck to the hospital.
Fortunately the ER wasn’t busy, and Karen was led to the treatment area quickly. They let Hanna stay with Karen while she was given medication for pain and radiographs were arranged. The finger was not only dislocated, but one of the bones had a small fracture as well. It didn’t need surgery, but Karen was going to be in a splint for at least four weeks. They were waiting for an anesthesiologist to sedate her so the doctors could put the finger back in place.
The pain meds had kicked in by the time Allan and Xander talked their way back to the treatment area, and Karen was starting to worry.
“How am I going to run the store with my hand in a big splint?” she fretted.
“It will be fine, Karen,” Hanna soothed. “You know your high school students would like more hours, and Margaret will be happy to work extra, too.” Margaret was Karen’s mostly full-time employee.
“But
what about making the chocolate and other candies? I do that myself.” Karen’s voice cracked a little.
“I can come over after work and help you. I’ve always wanted to learn how to make your peanut butter truffles anyway.” Hanna smiled at her friend. “It will be okay.”
“We’ll help, too,” Xander added. “You can teach us all about your sweets.”
“No,” slurred Karen as the pain meds took hold a little more. “You can’t. You’re too tall.”
Allan, Xander, and Hanna laughed.
“I don’t think there’s a height limit on making chocolate, sweetie,” Allan said as he stroked her hair.
The anesthesiologist arrived just then and booted the three non-injured out to the waiting room.
“We can take her home and stay with her,” Allan informed Hanna.
Hanna smiled inwardly as she realized that if she were the one injured, Kent and Carter would be doing the same thing. But she also knew that as far as Karen was concerned, she wasn’t dating the two men. “Look, I know you care for her, but if she wakes up tomorrow and knows that you two put her to bed, she’ll be really upset. And likely kick you to the curb permanently.”
Xander sighed and looked at Allan. “She’s right you know.”
“But,” Hanna continued, “if she knew I put her to bed, in her own apartment, and you were there to help her out in the morning, she might not be so pissed off. Do you two have to work tomorrow?”
“Actually, we’re off for the weekend, and we have a lot of unused holiday time. What do you say we clear our schedule, buddy?” Allan asked Xander.
“Love it,” replied Xander. “We’ll help you get her to the apartment, though.”
“Okay,” Hanna replied with a smile.
Karen was delivered to the waiting room in a wheelchair sporting a large splint on her hand. “Look,” she said with her eyes still glassy, “I have a very large finger.” She waved her hand around and then frowned. “It’s not very pretty, though.” A beatific smile appeared on her face. “We should get sparkles!” she exclaimed, as if that was the most brilliant idea in the world.