by Rainey Daye
It was only after her muscles had begun to unknot and she turned off the water that she recalled why she was so sore. “Oh, my God!” she exclaimed in horror as she abruptly sat up and buried her face in her hands. “I am such a slut! I had awesome sex with Alex for hours yesterday and then turned around and went out on a date with Jess and wound up fooling around with him under the stars.”
She tried to recall exactly what had happened with Jess. She remembered his refusal to make love to her. But that hadn’t stopped him from doing everything but that. God! She had even given him a blow job out in public! Anyone driving by could have seen them. She remembered how grateful she had been feeling toward him since he had performed oral on her for what felt like hours and given her mind-blowing orgasms using only his mouth and tongue. When he had finally packed up the chair and put it back in the car because he said she had actually dozed off at one point while they were cuddling together, she had waylaid him. Wanting to reciprocate the favor, as soon as he had helped her into the car she had grabbed him, yanked down his zipper, grasped his beautiful cock in her hand, and proceeded to blow his mind while the interior light from the car illuminated them. And that happened to be the side of the car that was facing the road. In fact, she was almost positive that a couple of cars had passed by and slowed down. Her cheeks flamed as she vaguely recalled hearing male catcalls.
Burying her face in her hands, she sunk under the water to cool her burning cheeks. What kind of sex-crazed nympho was she turning into? She couldn’t keep her hands off the two of them and had done things with both of them yesterday that she never would have thought she would ever do. And she had loved every minute of it while it was happening!
The need for air caused her to lift her head out of the water. Her cheeks continued to flame as she recalled pulling her panties off in Jess’s car and placing his hand between her legs, asking him to demonstrate third base again for her. How embarrassing! Maybe not as bad as masturbating herself in the car with Alex in broad daylight, but still!
She sat in the tub until the water got cold and then emptied it halfway before refilling it with more hot water. She was afraid that any minute now one of the guys would come in to check on her since she hadn’t left her room yet. She didn’t know how she was going to face either of them, either alone or together.
She allowed the events of the day before to play across her mind’s eye, cringing at her actions. She had meant to behave herself. She really had. She had gone into the dates with the hope of soft kisses and light petting. Nothing else, and definitely not what she had wound up doing with both of them.
And then she thought about the guys and how they might be feeling. Were they puffed up with pride? Were they comparing notes like adolescent boys about how far they had gotten with her? Well, Alex had scored a home run while Jess had snagged a triple and then some, since oral wasn’t counted amongst the bases. Oh, no! Was Jess angry at Alex for it, and was Alex mad at her for basically jumping from his bed into Jess’s?
“Calm down,” she sternly reminded herself. “We all promised not to reveal any intimate details about our dates to each other.” But then she wondered if each man was feeling guilty about how far they had gotten with her yesterday, but, because of the don’t-kiss-and-tell rule, they couldn’t reassure the other that they had nothing to feel guilty about. They both basically had had their wicked way with her, and she had been the one who had basically behaved like a slut with both of them. They were men, and they had reacted as any man would when a slut made an offer to do them at no charge.
“Arrgh!” she screeched into her hands. She was driving herself insane. No, she already was insane. They weren’t that cold and callous, at least not toward her. But it had been an insane idea to think that she could date the two men and not affect the dynamic of their group. How did people handle this in real life? Did things like this even happen in real life?
And how could she keep from comparing the two men? Alex was so very intense while Jess was surprisingly tender and romantic. Okay, so when she was craving raw, animalistic sex she could turn to Alex to satisfy that need. And when she wanted slow, tender touches that slowly escalated in intensity until she was out of her mind with pleasure, then she could go to Jess. Both men were very generously endowed, so she would not have to make a decision about what type of cock she was in the mood for. And they both knew exactly what they were doing when it came to pleasing a woman. She would never feel like something was lacking when she was with either of them. But could she maintain a romantic and sexual relationship with two men under the same roof?
She recalled those massages they had given her. Neither man seemed to suffer from performance anxiety while they were pleasuring her at the same time, so she knew that neither would have an issue with having a three-way. But could she sexually perform with both of them? “Hell, yeah!” she honestly answered herself as she recalled how turned on she was while they worked her body. As long as they worked her into that kind of state again, she would do them both in the middle of the quad at school! So did that mean she should jump right into that type of relationship with them? Forget about dating them and just fuck them both at the same time? That would relieve her anxiety about them becoming jealous over each other’s alone time with her. But that’s not what they wanted, was it? They had told her from the very beginning when they had agreed to embark on this journey together that they didn’t want a fuck buddy. They wanted a girlfriend. And they even emphasized that they wanted to spend alone time with their shared girlfriend and go out on dates with her, not spend all their time in bed with her. They both really wanted a relationship, and they had chosen her. What an ego boost!
“Okay then, why are you experiencing morning-after guilt? You delivered exactly what they wanted. They each proceeded at their own pace with you, and you easily matched their speed. You proved to yourself and to them that you are compatible. You each had a really good time on your dates together, and you each received sexual pleasure with the other.”
If she thought about it that way, then she really had nothing to worry about. She had met the terms of their agreement. Hell, she was even more than half in love with them as it was. No, it wasn’t lust. Yeah, she might have lusted after them both from the moment she moved in with them, but she had also spent the past six months getting to know them and becoming friends with them. And her only successful boyfriend prior to them was someone she had been friends with for years before they had ever hooked up. In fact, if he hadn’t received an athletic scholarship out of state to a college that she hadn’t thought to apply to, they would still be together. She was sure of that. And during their first year away at college they had tried to make a go of a long-distance relationship and had then parted ways amicably that summer when they were both back home visiting and discovered that their year away had caused both of them to change in small but noticeable ways so that it was no longer possible for them to simply pick up where they had left off. So they had had their good-bye sex and parted as friends. And now, here she was, sexually involved with two men at the same time. Yeah, she had definitely changed. Troy would no longer recognize who she was. And because Alex and Jess had become her best friends, she experienced hope for a successful relationship with them both.
She finally rose out of the bathtub and dried off. Wandering into her bedroom, she pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top. She tentatively opened her bedroom door and poked her head out. No sounds reached her. Tiptoeing down the hall in her bare feet, she poked her head in their open bedroom door. Their bed was made, and there was no sign that the room was occupied. Proceeding quietly downstairs , she headed into the kitchen to make herself something to eat, prepared to duck and run for cover if she stumbled upon either of them, not yet ready to look either man in the eye. Luckily the coast was clear, and she was able to slake her hunger.
When she realized that the house was still absolutely quiet and that she hadn’t seen any sign of either man in the backyard while she sat e
ating at the kitchen table, she poked her head into the garage as a suspicion finally bloomed in her head. Sure enough, Alex’s car was gone. They had gone out on their own individual date after all. Strangely relieved and disappointed at the same time, she found herself wandering over to Jess’s vehicle and trailing her hand along the passenger-side door as she remembered what she had done to him, followed by the pleasure he had given her on the way home. Glancing in the window, she saw both her panties and her shoes lying on the floor. Blushing furiously, she quickly retrieved the items and rushed upstairs with them, praying that Alex hadn’t looked inside the car and seen them.
She then proceeded to putter around the house. She couldn’t recall either man making mention as to where they would be going or what they would be doing on their date today. She couldn’t help but wonder if they displayed themselves as a couple in public by holding hands and kissing, or did they act as if they were just two friends enjoying the day together? Since neither seemed to be in a rush to ‘out’ themselves, she assumed the latter. But still, surely they would want to sneak kisses or exchange a touch. How could they restrain themselves when she knew just how much they truly did love each other? How horrible that they felt the need to do so. She found herself hating a society that would either gawk or mock if they displayed their affection for each other in public.
With that thought in mind, she decided to spend some time Googling places that gays and bisexuals could publically gather without shame or fear of condemnation in the area. She was surprised to discover that there were at least five gay bars in their county. None were near their home, but still, it couldn’t hurt to check into them.
She should go out and weed the flower beds around the house, but her muscles were still too tight and sore from the previous day. Due to the heat of the day, she decided that mowing the lawn with the riding mower could wait until early evening. She briefly entertained the thought of using the exercise equipment in their home gym in the basement, but she felt too sore from the activities of the previous day, her leg muscles especially. Knowing that Alex would chide her and say that exercise would help to work out the kinks, she went upstairs and changed into a bikini and then went out into the backyard to swim some laps in the pool instead.
Once she had seen the pool, she fully understood why Alex had been willing to do chores and errands for his aunt in exchange for letting him swim in it. It was truly beautiful. Nine feet deep and laid out in an abstract design, it had a rock waterfall at one end. The depth of the pool varied between four and five feet back there. Behind the falls was concealed a small grotto within the rocks, and there were even a couple of steps that led up inside the grotto, where there was a faux-marble bench. It had probably been used as a make-believe pirate’s cave and such when Alex and his cousins had been kids.
The deep end sported a diving board and a curved waterslide. Then going off at another tangent was the shallow end of the pool. It sported wide, curved stairs on either side, while the deep end sported the typical ladder-type steps at two points. Set off to the side but still attached to the pool at the waterfall end was what was basically a separate spa pool and hot tub.
And to make the pool even more intriguing, the bottom was not generic white or blue concrete. Rather, underwater scenes were either painted or laid out in mosaics all along the bottom and sides. The deep end made her think that she was swimming along a coral reef. The shallows were made to resemble a sandy ocean bottom complete with seashells, and the grotto end was painted to look as if the rock wall extended out into the pool.
Alex and Jess had opened the pool just two weeks ago, and she had even seen them getting cozy in the hot tub section before their “great reveal” to her. This would be her first season using the pool, and she was hoping to spend time enjoying it with them, especially when she had incorporated scenes of what could be done with the pool into her original sexual fantasies about them when she had first moved in.
Today, however, the pool was strictly to swim laps in to help ease her aching muscles.
* * * *
Alex and Jess returned home a little after 3:00 p.m. after spending the day shooting hoops in the park after renting mountain bikes to ride the park’s wooded trails. They had stopped for lunch before heading home, calling Maggie as they left the restaurant. But to their great consternation, she didn’t answer either the land line or her cell phone. Jess tried several more times from the car, but again, there was no answer.
They assured each other that she had simply gone out and had forgotten her cell, but secretly, they were both worried. Had they come on too strong with her yesterday? Had they stepped over an invisible line of some sort as they each seduced her? Was she now regretting their dating arrangement and thus decided to spend the last two weeks of the term with some unknown friend or in a motel before rushing back home and out of their lives forever? They should have stayed home today, to be there to reassure her when she awoke or to convince her to stay as they had done just two weeks earlier.
But to their immense relief, when Alex hit the remote for the garage door, Maggie’s car was still sitting in its accustomed spot. Alex had barely put the car in park before Jess jumped out and rushed over to her car, peering inside. “I don’t see any luggage,” he announced to Alex, who let out the breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
They both hurried into the house, calling out her name. When there was no response, they jostled each other on the stairs as they went to Maggie’s room to let her know that it was safe to come out. But her door was open, and there was no sign of her.
They exchanged a puzzled glance before Jess asked, “Do you think she’s waiting for us in our room?”
“Only in our dreams” was Alex’s response, but he headed there anyway. However, their room also contained no sign of Maggie.
“Maybe she’s using the exercise equipment in the basement,” Jess suggested. “After all, she’s probably quite sore from yesterday.”
“Maybe,” Alex said doubtfully. “But I think she might be too sore to even entertain thoughts of working out today.”
Jess moved to their bedroom window to peer out, ruminating that she might be in the backyard since she liked to do yard work on Sundays. Scanning the large yard, he suddenly froze, and Alex heard him suck in his breath.
“Alex, come here,” Jess whispered with an odd note in his voice. Alex went to stand next to him at the window and looked toward where Jess was pointing.
“Holy Mother and all the Saints,” Alex whispered reverently. “Now that’s a beautiful sight.”
Jess nodded his head in agreement as he simply gazed down upon Maggie, who was laying on her back on one of the chaise lounge chairs that encircled the pool area. She had her hair piled in a messy bun on top of her head and was wearing a black bikini with gold accents. The cups were rounded and hugged her breasts lovingly while the bottoms… “Is that a zipper going down the front of her bottoms?” Jess asked in an awed tone.
“Fuck!” Alex swore softly. “Is she trying to torture us?”
“You saw the answering machine when we got in. It was still flashing. And she’s wearing an iPod. I don’t think she ever heard the phone ring and is unaware that we’re even home yet.”
“Now what?” Alex wanted to know. “Do we bang each other’s brains out while fantasizing about her, or do we go down and join her?”
Jess gave him a serious look. “With that image of her in my mind, I don’t think I could get it up for just you.”
“Oh, I would feel obligated to challenge that statement and prove you wrong, but I want a close-up look of her in that bikini first,” Alex replied with a smirk.
Jess grinned back as he headed for the bathroom while stripping off his clothes and asking, “Where are my swim trunks?”
* * * *
Maggie moaned as she felt a hand trailing up the inside of her thighs followed by another hand lightly brushing against her breasts. Sighing, she allowed her legs to fall open as she ar
ched her chest. She liked this dream!
She felt a tongue dip into her cleavage at the same time she felt a mouth kissing the same path along her thighs as the hand that had stroked her there.
“You know,” a masculine voice drawled huskily. “While I love tan lines on a woman, in this case I think I would much prefer to watch you sunbathe nude.”
Maggie opened her eyes behind her sunglasses and was startled to see Alex’s face peering up at her as he continued to nuzzle her cleavage. Startled, her flight instinct took over, and she tried to pull away only to feel a pair of hands squeeze her thighs in an implacable grip.
“Where are you going, sweetheart?” Jess spoke, looking at her in confusion from where he was clasping her thighs.
“You, you startled me. That’s all,” Maggie stammered as she pulled the ear buds out of her ears. “I was sleeping.”
“Ah,” Alex breathed as he reached out and gently cupped her breast. “With those dark shades on, we didn’t realize you were asleep. Do you want us to let you go back to sleep?”
“Uh” was Maggie’s intelligent response.
“Though, if you are going to go back to sleep, I think we should smear some more lotion on you so you don’t burn,” Jess said.
“Uh,” Maggie began again. “What time is it? When did you get home?”
“It’s a little after 3:00 p.m. We just got in a short while ago,” Alex informed her.
“It’s still your date time, so I should be getting back inside,” Maggie offered
“We called on our way home to let you know it wouldn’t be necessary,” Jess told her helpfully as he continued to lightly stroke her thigh. “Our date ended as soon as Alex parked the car.”
“Uh, guys,” Maggie began again.
“You’re not ready. We understand,” Alex said.
“We just love touching and stroking you so much,” Jess explained. “We can’t help ourselves.”