Happy Birthday, Ms. Reynolds
By
Cheryl Dragon
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Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Art: Marteeka Karland
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Every woman has a fantasy; some illicit, some simple. Lexie Reynolds finds herself dancing a fine line between the two on her fortieth birthday when her friends drag her out to a bar to celebrate. What woman doesn't have a weak spot for good drinks and great music? What woman doesn't have the silent longing to become the focus of two extremely attractive soldiers' attention? And what woman could say no to having the Pandora's box that holds her quiet desires opened?
Contents
Chapter One. 5
Chapter Two. 7
Chapter Three. 9
Chapter Four. 12
Chapter Five. 14
Chapter Six. 16
Chapter Seven. 19
Chapter One
For turning forty, Lexie Reynolds felt great. She’d had a nice dinner with her two best friends, Martha and Angela. Then, not ready to call it a night, they’d driven Lexie to a bar. Not the trendy, pretty sort of bar, but the one frequented by the men of the local military base. She’d objected all the way. Thinking about some random hook-ups was one thing. Actually acting on the idea was another.
The three women exited the car and Lexie surveyed the small brick building.
“Come on, it’s my party. I say no to military men for me.” Lexie turned to get back in the car, but her friend Martha, who was extra full-figured, blocked her path.
Martha pointed at Lexie. “You just turned forty. We all need an excuse to celebrate.”
Angela joined Martha. “You deserve a little fun. A one-night stand won’t kill you.”
“One of those got me pregnant twenty years ago.” Lexie folded her arms. They’d talked her into the slinky red dress with the promise of a nice dinner then wine and girl talk at home. She’d been double-crossed.
“So you make sure the guy uses protection this time,” Martha said.
Angela nodded. “Amen.”
“And your son is twenty, in college, and doing great. You did a fabulous job and deserve to play while he’s away.” Martha paused to study some of the fine-looking men of all ages who were heading for the bar.
Some of the men nodded, and they certainly looked in the direction of the three black women dressed to flaunt. Lexie didn’t do dive bars or random men. That wasn’t the example she’d set for her son. George’s father was only in his life off and on, but the boy knew who his father was. The pregnancy had been a reality check, and she’d grown up fast after that. Her son had been the center of her life for so long that it felt weird being free.
“You look damn good for forty. You’d pass for thirty. There’s no reason to keep your social life to a minimum anymore.” Angela was recently divorced and looking for fun, herself.
A few more men walked by. She could feel them looking at her. It’d been so long since she really went wild. “Maybe if we did a cruise? Where nobody knows us?” Lexie suggested.
Martha shook her head. “I can’t afford a vacation. I’ve got three teenage girls.”
Angela pouted. “My divorce isn’t final yet so I don’t have the money, either. Who knows us here? It’s ladies’ night. We drink free.”
Lexie suspected another plot. Like men buying their drinks. “Friday night is ladies’ night?”
A group of five men walked up to the trio of ladies standing in the parking lot. Two of the hot young men looked very familiar. “Every night is ladies’ night here. Don’t worry about anyone harassing you, Ms. Reynolds. We’ll keep you safe.”
Chapter Two
She studied the handsome faces of two of the men. Young and muscular, the men made her flash back to the football games. Her son had friends on the team. Two of them were a year or so older than George, but now they were right here and fully-grown. Bill and Jason—their names came back to her. Both were men now and confidently checking her out. Those two focused on her while the other men chatted with her friends.
“I remember you two. You’re not off at college?” she asked innocently.
“We joined up after graduation. How’s George?” Bill slid his hand along her forearm and moved her a bit away from the others. Jason joined them.
The spark hit her right between the thighs. She was a sexual being after all. Now she had two hot, muscled white men standing far too close. Their male scent and how they looked at her aroused her. It had to be in her head. Bill and Jason just wanted to know about an old classmate.
“Fine. He’s at college. Doing great. My friends and I were just…” She turned and saw Martha and Angela walking into the bar with the other three men. “We’re celebrating my birthday.”
“Happy birthday!” Jason leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
She stared at him, stunned. Then Bill did the same thing before she could react.
The kisses weren’t deep but they weren’t chaste, either. The chemistry she thought she felt had to be strictly due to her own desires. They were just being flirty and nice. She couldn’t monopolize them.
“Thank you. Now that George is off at school, my friends were dragging me out to be social. I should check on them.” She headed for the bar.
“We can help you be more social. You’ll have a lot more fun with us.” Bill’s piercing green eyes quickly dipped down to take her in body then went right back to staring at her face.
She’d only ever dated black men. Not by plan, but it’d been a long time since she’d dated at all, really. White men—well, men of any ethnic background beyond those she’d normally dated—had invaded her fantasy life for variety. It wasn’t these men’s color that had her conscience screaming no—it was their age.
“You two are barely old enough to get in.” She crossed the threshold without being carded.
Jason didn’t have a baby face. He had looked grown up while in high school. Bill had certainly matured. The military had been good for them. Both wore plain shirts, but their dog tags were visible. One had on camo pants and the other wore regular jeans. But their bodies were all man. They’d been worked hard by the Army or Marines. She didn’t know which branch they were in, and part of her just wanted to enjoy herself—not be the worrying type for one night.
“We’re old enough.” Bill flashed ID, and Jason did the same.
They were admitted and spent a few minutes shaking hands with friends but followed her to the bar. She ordered a flavored margarita on the rocks as she visually tracked down her friends.
Angela was on the dance floor. Martha had claimed a table and was holding court with the other two plus a few more. Lexie’s drink arrived, and she sipped a silent toast to her strong, confident friends. She deserved fun, herself, she decided. A couple of military hotties might be just the thing.
Bill and Jason showed up, pressing in close behind her. “Thought you’d get away?”
“Wasn’t trying.” She took a
big swallow and savored the cool drink. Having the two men so close only encouraged her fantasies and hopes. The hunky duo probably thought of her as a mom, not a woman.
“Would you like to dance?” Bill asked.
“Ditching your friend so soon?” She shot him a look.
“Not at all. We can all dance.” Jason leaned over and kissed her cheek.
The signals weren’t platonic. She downed the rest of her drink then slid a tip into the jar. Free drinks or not, she didn’t stiff on gratuities.
Leaving the empty glass on the bar, she headed for the dance floor with a man on either side of her. As they danced, she found herself in the middle with one man behind and one in front. At first the distance was casual, then they moved closer.
Lexie swore she heard Martha shout something encouraging, but the heat and press of hard muscles left her helpless. Her hips moved without her permission as the dancing evolved to grinding.
“Maybe we should find a little privacy?” Jason asked.
Lexie nodded.
“Why don’t I grab some drinks and you two claim the pool table in back?” Bill suggested.
Chapter Three
She let Jason lead her to the back room. They were alone in a small space with a pool table, enough room to get around it, and a sofa along the far wall. Internal warning bells went off but they weren’t bad ones.
“No one else back here?” She leaned suggestively on the pool table.
“They all want free drinks and dancing. We wanted you alone. You’re gorgeous. Better than I remember.” Jason kissed her neck.
“Remember? You thought of me that way in high school?” She braced her hands on the table. “With all the young girls to chase?”
“Girls play games. Women have confidence, and that’s a lot sexier.” Jason blatantly stared at her body.
Bill entered and set two beers and a margarita on the rocks on the wide edge of the pool table. “Don’t get ahead of me, Jason. I want to play too.”
Her cheeks burned hot. “He’s teasing me with stories of high school.”
“We wanted you back then.” Jason kissed her lips then deepened the contact until his tongue was expertly seducing her mouth. The lust shot down her body and her pussy throbbed.
“We have a shot with you now and need you even more.” Jason dropped soft kisses on her cleavage.
She’d touched them when they were dancing. Leaning on those muscled torsos as her arms glided over powerful shoulders. Now she felt frozen.
“Maybe we’re going too fast?” Bill eased back. “Pool?”
Like she’d have the strength to lift a stick right now. She didn’t want to play—she wanted relief! It was jump on the eager duo or run for her car. Cupping Bill’s growing cock through his jeans, she looked him in the eye. “You better not be teasing me.”
Jason ground against her hip, and his erection said it all. “We’re not teasing, but we might be relocated in the next six months, so we’re not looking for anything serious.”
“This is a fantasy come true.” She teased Jason’s cock as well.
Bill ran his finger under the neck of her dress and skimmed her breast. “For us too.”
Her back arched and a moan slipped from her lips. Jason’s hand slid under her dress before she could react, confident fingers rubbed her slit through the lace thong. No denying it now—she was wet and eager. Jason and Bill exchanged a look. They’d done this before, but Lexie didn’t give a damn if they did it every night. She needed to be fucked.
“I want to watch you come,” Bill said.
Jason grabbed her by the legs and lifted her onto the table. At the same time, she tugged her dress down. With her breasts exposed, there was no going back. Bill cupped and sucked them, never seeming to notice the faded stretch marks.
“I love your tits,” he said.
Things were progressing lower as well. Jason had her panties off then spread her legs. Thankfully, she’d shaved. He rubbed her slit until she lifted her hips for more. Bill bit her nipples as his buddy buried his face between her thighs.
Lexie pressed to Bill and rocked for more friction. The guy had skills, but she didn’t need the slow lick now. He lapped her clit and finally slid a finger into her cunt. She tightened on it. “More!” she demanded.
“Give it to her, Jason.” Bill pinched her nipples and kissed her mouth deeply.
Lost in the drug of young men, she wanted more than the fingers Jason had shoved in her pussy. She rocked on them and reached down for Bill’s cock. He groaned and thrust into her hand despite the denim in the way.
“You want me?” she asked.
“Hell, yes.” Bill rubbed his face between her tits.
She grinned, loving the idea of two hard cocks and eager men who could go again and again. “Get me off now.”
Jason flicked her clit and finger-fucked her while lapping at her inner folds. The guy liked pussy and, after they’d fucked her senseless, he could play all he wanted. She needed them naked for her.
“Harder,” she encouraged.
Bill added pressure as he played with her breasts, and finally Jason worked her cunt faster and rougher. Her body bowed as she forced herself to look at the young men pleasuring her now. So good—and potentially addictive!
“You really want me?” she teased.
“Always.” Bill kissed her lips.
Jason muttered something that sounded like agreement into her pussy before he used his teeth to tug at her folds and rolled her clit between his fingers. She screamed into Bill’s mouth as the climax shocked her. The waves of pleasure rolled deep through her as she squeezed Jason’s digits. She shook and whimpered as Jason kept on playing to make it last.
Chapter Four
Damn! They were so not high-school boys anymore. They knew how to get her off. She wiggled as she came down from the high. Bill nibbled her tits as Jason licked his lips. Catching her breath, Lexie ran a finger up Bill’s dick.
“My turn.” Bill headed to trade places with Jason.
“Oh, no, not yet.” She sat up slowly then kissed Jason hard. As she deepened the kiss, she realized this couldn’t be a quick, back-room screw. She’d never be satisfied with it. “You two like pussy?”
“Of course,” Bill said.
Jason blushed. “Love it. Bill and I are a good team but we don’t do gay stuff.”
“Good to know. I need a lot more than a lick, though. And I’m not really going to let my guard down here. People could walk in.” She rubbed his cock. “I need to get fucked right.”
“That’s the hope.” Bill took a swig of beer. “We aim to please.”
“So far you’re doing very well, but I think my place is better for a full night of fun. Unless I’m just the appetizer.” She scooted to the edge of the table.
“No, you’re the Holy Grail.” Jason kissed her inner thighs. “We’ll finish the drinks and go.”
“Your friends won’t mind?” Bill handed Jason a beer.
“I’m sure they’ve found men to occupy them already.” Lexie smiled. She hoped her friends were as lucky as she’d been.
The guys drank their beers, and she slid off the table before they could stop her. Confidence and desire pumped in her veins now. They wanted her, but she couldn’t leave with them like that. Big erections would get noticed on the way out. Why waste them?
She nudged them until they both leaned on the table. A cock in each hand, she massaged them skillfully.
Bill grabbed her wrist. “You want us to come in our pants like teenagers?”
“No but I’m going to enjoy them here. You can’t leave the bar like this.” She bent over and unzipped one then the other man’s fly.
Rigid flesh sprang free and she caressed them. Jason lifted slightly, pleading for relief. She gave his shaft a kiss. She turned to Bill’s and licked the tip until he groaned. The taste of cock made her pussy quiver. She needed it. Sucking him to the base, she let her tongue tease his balls as she stroked Jason’s cock slowly.
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“Shit! I’m going to lose it.” Bill’s hand slid over the back of her head, not pushing or pulling.
When she felt his flinch, she released him then sucked Jason with care. Nuzzling his dick, she wanted to drive them crazy like they’d done to her. Still, it was only delaying the serious fucking she needed at home.
Jason grabbed the back of her neck. “Swallow it so we can take you home and fuck you all night.”
“Maybe she’s just playing with us?” Bill asked.
She jerked his cock as she sucked the tip of Jason’s. Moaning on his dick, she knew he’d never last. Jason cursed and lifted as he held her neck. She lapped up his cum as he panted and grunted in release.
Swallowing, she licked her lips and leaned over Bill’s lap to finish the job. The taste of one man on her tongue, she licked the dick of the other. She’d always loved sex, but this was a new adventure. Bill cupped her tits as she sucked and flicked the head of his cock.
“I want to fuck you hard then eat your pussy.” He fucked her mouth until he shouted. His load coated her tongue.
He took deep breaths as he stroked her hair. “You’re amazing.”
She stood then grinned at them. “That was nothing.” Slowly she tucked her breasts back into her dress then tugged the hem down to cover herself up. Smoothing her hands over her hair ensured she would look mussed but not trampy.
The glass with her drink still sat on the pool table. She grabbed the drink and downed it. “Let’s go before you two get hard again.”
The men zipped their flies and finished their beers in no time.
Chapter Five
Ten minutes later, she unlocked her door and the men followed her inside. She’d refused to rethink things on the drive over. Nothing serious, they were all adults. A little fun…with men nearly as young as her son.
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