by Rainey Daye
Maggie took one more deep breath and let it out slowly before she looked up at the professor, who was standing once again. “Yes, professor, much better. Thank you,” Maggie replied, deeply embarrassed.
“Not to worry, my dear. All right then,” he said, addressing the rest of the class. “Take your seats and let us begin.”
All through class, Alex and Jess continued to shoot worried glances at her, but Maggie pretended not to notice and furiously concentrated on taking notes on the professor’s lecture. As soon as class was over, they tried to draw her aside to demand some type of explanation, but Maggie waved them off, said she needed to be alone for a bit, and stalked off.
They found her sitting under Truman’s Oak and approached her slowly. She could only imagine what they were thinking and looked up to see genuine concern and worry in their eyes. They had given her about half an hour by herself, although she was well aware that they had been watching her from a safe distance all that time and whispering frantically to each other about her. She really did appreciate their concern and their ability to give her space when they clearly would rather relieve themselves that she was really okay and to find out what had caused that attack in the first place. She had no doubt that they would insist that she make a doctor’s appointment if they hadn’t already made one for her.
She had spent the last half hour creating and discarding excuses for her uncharacteristic behavior. If she told them about Troy following her on campus, they would freak. And if she told them her fears that he followed them home and spied on the three of them together, they would turn homicidal. No, she had to keep this knowledge to herself. What exactly she would do with it, she had no idea, but for now, she had to play dumb and act as if she didn’t know why she had started hyperventilating and that, yes, it would indeed be a very good idea to see her doctor.
She gave them a wan smile as they approached and mentally prepared herself to endure their fussing.
* * * *
The upshot of Maggie’s episode was that neither man felt comfortable leaving her alone on Saturday, so they announced that for their date they had decided to stay home rather than go out together. Maggie protested, but both men were adamant and refused to be swayed. She insisted on giving them their privacy and retiring to her room, while they insisted that she remain in the dining room working on her homework while they went downstairs and worked out in the home gym that Alex’s dad had designed and put together for him as a housewarming present.
Downstairs, they closed the door that separated the gym from the basement media center where they enjoyed movie night together, which happened to be on Tuesdays this semester.
“Okay, time to regroup,” Alex said as soon as the door was closed.
Jess grunted in reply. “You do realize that next week is Thanksgiving and we invited Maggie’s folks to come stay with us, right? So that means no date for any of us next week. So everything gets pushed back a week, and the next time we’re scheduled to go on a date together happens to be around Christmas, right? And we can’t beat the crap out of Troy at Christmas time. That seems to go against the spirit of the holidays. So we’re now going to have to wait until after New Year’s. I don’t want to wait until next year to bash his teeth in!” Jess finished in a high pitched whine.
Alex stared at him in dumbfounded amazement before he burst into laughter.
“It’s okay, Jess. I promise you that you’ll get your chance to hit him.”
“I’m holding you to that,” Jess grumbled as he moved to the punching bag and proceeded to knock the crap out of the inoffensive leather.
Chapter 13
With Maggie’s parents due to fly in on Tuesday and stay until Sunday morning, the three of them spent the remainder of that week making sure that all signs of the two men were eradicated from Maggie’s bedroom and that all the stuff she had slowly moved into the master bedroom over the past few months was either hidden out of sight or moved back into her room.
They also prepared the spare room at the top of the stairs for her parents’ use, deeming that it would be too much hassle to transform the storage room next to Maggie’s into a proper bedchamber. The room they chose for her folks was right next to the upstairs bathroom, and all they had to do was remove the slipcovers and sheets from the furniture already set up in that room. They dusted and vacuumed and put fresh linens on the bed and in the guest bathroom while Maggie worried about last-minute details, alternating between thanking the men for inviting her parents to come visit, thus letting her feel less guilty when she told them she wasn’t coming home for Christmas this year, and apologizing to them for putting them to so much trouble.
Jess and Alex soothed her with soft words and softer kisses, reassuring her that they both genuinely liked Bill and Lois Conner and that it was their pleasure to host their visit. They told her their plans about the places they would show her parents while they were in town and then reassured her once again that their own parents were fine with them not visiting their respective homes for the holiday. Maggie felt really guilty about that, but Jess told her that he would much prefer a homey Thanksgiving over the culinary spectacular that his mother invariably turned it into. And Alex told her that there were usually so many people showing up at his house that most people wouldn’t even notice that he wasn’t there, and that he always got lost in the shuffle anyway. Besides, now that the three of them were together, it was time that they made their own holiday traditions.
Maggie felt a little flare-up of guilt over that statement. She was still struggling psychologically with the prospect of their relationship being long term rather than temporary college experimentation. But as she watched them tirelessly work on preparing Turner House for her parents’ visit, she felt her heart swell more and more with love for them. She just had to decide what type of love she ultimately felt for these two wonderful men. But that could wait until after her parents were back home. No need to start hyperventilating again.
It was decided that all three of them would go to the airport to pick up her parents. They decided to take Jess’s car for the simple reason that it had the biggest yet most uncluttered trunk and it wouldn’t take as much effort to clean it out to make room for her parents’ luggage.
And on Monday night, Maggie sat down on the couch between the two men after she had finished the dinner dishes and proceeded to seduce them. It would be the last time they would share a bed for the next five days, and since Maggie wouldn’t be on her period, she was pretty damned depressed about that. So she was determined to make tonight count. It was her way of saying “Thank You,” “I appreciate this,” and “You’re the best,” all rolled up into one. And if Troy was out there watching, so be it! Surely he had gotten an eyeful by now, but thankfully the gas fireplace dominated the outside wall of the living room, so there were only two small windows on either side that he might peer through, and the couch would probably block out most of the view if he managed to see anything through the drapes tonight.
With that thought in mind, she absently reached out and placed her hands on either thigh beside her, gently kneading and working in and up with her strokes. Jess was the first to break, and he gently grasped her chin in his hand as he turned her head toward him for a soft kiss. Alex watched from the other side of Maggie, and then he leaned over and licked the graceful curve of her neck, ending at her earlobe, which he proceeded to nibble since it had proven to be one of her erogenous spots.
Maggie sighed into Jess’s mouth and deepened their kiss. She felt him trail his hand down the front of her neck and brush his fingers between the valley of her breasts. He paused when he encountered a button, and he gently worked it free of the button hole before his hand continued its downward path.
Alex tugged her blouse free of her pleated black skirt. He brushed his hand along her exposed midriff while Jess leisurely continued unbuttoning her pastel blouse. She shifted a bit, turning more toward Jess and thus presenting Alex with easier access to the zipper in the back. He
ignored her offer as he continued to nibble on her earlobe while his hand slowly worked its way up her flat belly to tease the underside of her breast. Maggie shivered as his touch gently tickled her, and she heard him chuckle softly into her ear.
“Like that, do you?” he whispered huskily.
“You know I do,” Maggie replied, her head falling back toward him as Jess left her lips to trail his mouth along the path his hand had just recently exposed during its wanderings.
Alex repositioned himself then so that he was more fully sitting behind her and slipped his arms around her, offering his chest as back support to Maggie, and she gave the weight of her upper body into his keeping. Her head was now resting on his shoulder, and she turned it so she could press her lips to his square jawline where she nibbled on his shadow beard.
Alex groaned, and he brought both hands up under her breasts and hefted them. Moments later Jess’s questing lips latched onto a nipple, and he suckled her through the satin of her bra. Maggie moaned as she cupped the back of Jess’s head with one hand and reached up to stroke Alex’s cheek. She turned her head toward him and claimed his lips with her own while Jess moved to her other breast to lavish equal attention upon it.
Alex leisurely moved his hands up Maggie’s torso, pausing only long enough to briefly caress the side of Jesse’s face before he slipped his fingers under her bra straps and slowly brushed them over her shoulders. Jess bit the loosened material of the cup in his teeth and gently tugged downward, exposing one perfect breast to his eager mouth. He licked all around her nipple and then pulled back to blow on it, causing Maggie to shiver again. He then pursed his lips and placed them on the peak of the puckered nipple before he slowly opened his mouth wide and sucked her breast deep inside his talented mouth, pressing her nipple to the roof of his mouth and hollowing his cheeks as he sucked hard.
Maggie moaned into Alex’s mouth as Jess intensified his play, pulling his head closer and arching her back as she offered her breasts in sacrifice. Maggie blindly sought out Alex’s mouth again and lost herself to hedonism. Jess slipped his free arm around her and expertly unsnapped her bra. He snagged it at the small plastic circle that connected the two cups and tugged if off her, tossing it nonchalantly over his shoulder before her transferred his ministrations to her other breast while she and Alex continued to kiss, almost desperately on her part.
Alex unfolded his hands from where they were resting on her belly and stroked them downward so he could slowly begin to gather the material of her skirt with his fingers, inching it higher up her thighs. Maggie sighed in ecstasy and shifted her legs, bending them at the knees so that her skirt pooled faster in her lap, and Alex moved one of his hands so that he was softly stroking the silky flesh of her thigh. She squirmed, wanting more, even though Jess was fully ministering to both her breasts with his hands and mouth and Alex was kissing her deeply and languidly while one hand stroked her thigh and the other rested within the pooled material of her skirt over her groin.
Jess had gone back to softly suckling both breasts in between licking and kissing them. Their actions whispered to her to slow down and enjoy. They had all night and wouldn’t have another night like this until after the weekend. It was obvious through her lust-filled mind that they were determined to take their time and make the most of this night, and so Maggie tried to corral her raging hormones, telling herself it would be worth the wait. It was always worth the wait with them. Neither had ever left her dissatisfied nor denied her multiple orgasms. And they seemed to intuit what she needed with each sexual encounter and deliver it to her, even when she wasn’t too clear on just how she wanted to proceed. So trusting that they would take care of her, Maggie gave herself over to the bliss to be found in their arms.
She felt Jess deliver one last slow lick to her breasts before he stood up. He reached over his shoulders and tugged his sweater over his head in typical male fashion, shaking his head to resettle his wayward blond locks while he dropped the sweater on the ground, and Maggie absently noted that he had let his hair grow out the past couple of months, probably in preparation for winter and wanting some additional insulation on his neck. But she lost her train of thought as Alex’s hand cupped her firmly between the legs and he pressed the heel of his palm hard against her vulva, which was openly weeping by now.
* * * *
As Maggie sighed and dropped her head back onto Alex’s shoulder, Jess grabbed the cashmere throw off the back of the couch and laid it out before the fireplace. He then bent over and turned on the gas for the fireplace and then flipped the switch that was cleverly concealed in the mantel, causing the fire to whoosh on. He closed the detailed glass fire screen, causing prisms of light to spike out over the blanket. Jess then moved over to the couch where Maggie and Alex were oblivious to him for the time being and proceeded to remove the throw pillows and arrange them on the blanket. He even went so far as to tug one out from behind Alex, earning him a growl as Alex first arched his back and then fell more flush to the couch, never releasing his hold on Maggie.
Once his bed was complete, Jess returned to the couch and took Maggie’s hand. “Come here, sweetheart,” he murmured as he attempted to pull her up and out of Alex’s arms, causing Alex to growl again and tighten his grip.
“You, too,” Jess said to his surly boyfriend and gave a forceful tug that succeeded in freeing Maggie from Alex’s arms for a moment. Jess quickly pulled Maggie to her feet, and Alex lunged toward them, determined to pull her back down on the couch. Jess wrapped his arms around her and stepped backward toward the fireplace, and Alex followed, a feral look on his face. And then Jess had cleared the couch and Alex got his first look at what Jess had created in front of the fire. His savage look turning to one of appreciation, Alex rose off the couch and followed them, sandwiching Maggie between them as they now stood on the blanket.
Both Maggie and Jess were shirtless, and Maggie’s skirt had fallen back down when Jess had lifted her off the couch. Jess rectified this tragedy by finding her zipper and slowly pulling it down with his teeth, squatting in the process. He rocked back on his heels and watched in satisfaction as her skirt pooled around her ankles. He nipped her satin-clad ass with his teeth and wished that she was wearing heels. On the heels of that thought, he quickly glanced around and spotted a pair near the archway that led into the living room. He wasn’t sure when Maggie had worn that particular pair or left them there, but he didn’t care.
“Don’t move,” he moaned at both of them and then scrambled to his feet and rushed across the room. When he returned, Alex and Maggie were still locked in an embrace, and Jess dropped to his knees again, lifting up one foot and then the other, slipping the spiked heels onto her feet. The movements caused Maggie to clutch Alex even tighter to avoid falling over, and when Maggie was suddenly standing taller in Alex’s arms, he pulled back from her to find out why.
Jess saw Alex glance down and take in her new look before he shot Jess a look of approval. “Yeah,” Jess said, “we are definitely going to have to take her shoe shopping in the future.”
“Damn straight,” Alex agreed. “This is hot.”
“I’m visualizing a garter belt and thigh-highs to go with them,” Jess shared, causing Alex to moan and rub himself through his jeans.
Maggie looked at both men and said in a pique, “I’m right here, you know.”
“Oh, we know,” Jess answered huskily. “We’re just discussing our Christmas presents to each other.”
Maggie threw back her head and laughed, a husky laugh that shuddered through both men. She then spread her arms wide and slowly pivoted, a vision as the firelight played over her full, high breasts, her flat belly, her well-rounded ass clad only in a pair of satin bikinis, her impossibly long, firm legs, and her white heels. Belatedly realizing that these were the same heels she had worn to the Halloween party caused his cock to begin to pulse as Jess remembered how they had played together that night.
Moaning, he genuflected in front of her and began kissin
g her feet. Maggie squealed in surprise and stepped back.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked.
“I’m worshipping at the feet of my goddess,” Jess replied and watched Maggie melt, even as she gave a nervous giggle. Moments later, Alex was on his knees beside Jess, whispering, “May I kiss your feet, my lady?”
Maggie slowly licked her lips, looking trepidatious, and then slowly extended one leg toward them. Alex beat him to it and took her foot tenderly in hand as he stroked it softly before he kissed his way over to her ankle. Jess leaned forward and ministered to her other foot, causing Maggie to giggle nervously again.
“You guys are weirding me out,” she confessed.
“We simply want to worship every inch of your body, starting with your feet,” Jess replied.
“It feels funny having you two kneeling in front of me,” Maggie told them.
“What better way to kiss our way up your luscious body,” Jess pointed out as Alex proceeded to do just that on her right leg. Jess stopped talking then and put action to words, licking and kissing his way slowly up the left leg. Thankfully, by the time Maggie was reeling on her feet, both men had risen to their knees, and she was able to reach down and sink her fingers into their hair to balance herself.
Preempting Alex before he got any ideas, Jess wedged his shoulder between her legs and then latched his mouth against the crotch of her panties. Maggie squealed and swayed, and Alex immediately rose to his feet and supported her from the rear, his arms wrapped firmly around her midriff as he planted an openmouthed kiss to her shoulder blade.
Jess ran his hand tenderly along her thigh. He then hooked her knee and raised it up, resting her leg over his shoulder. He felt Maggie reel again, and he quickly sank his fingers into her hips, holding her steady. He suckled her through her moist panties and then reached up to tug her crotch to the side, exposing her to his wondering eyes. He buried his nose amongst her glistening folds and inhaled deeply, as always entranced by her unique scent. The only thing he liked better than the way Maggie smelled was the way she smelled on his skin. He wiggled his head, drinking in her tantalizing aroma, and then he began tugging on her labia with his teeth, soothing the bites with his tongue.