by Lainey Fox
She cried out. He hurriedly put the tray on the nightstand, and went back to licking and stroking her, and pushing both her buttons, inside and out. Danielle flipped him over and put chocolate on the tip of his swollen penis. She licked and sucked, having learned how to open wide, but she could only do it for a short time. The light streamed down her hair, and she kissed him, both tasting chocolate, as she rode him up and down. He rolled her over, and finished. Then, they slept until the light and their empty stomachs drive them down to lunch.
They walked hand-in-hand down the beach, the sex making their steps slow and languid.
“When do you want to go poly?” she asked. “I’m wearing you out.”
He laughed. “We’ll see what’s going on when we get back.” They walked on, into the light.
2
The park where the poly mixer was held was gorgeous, strung with lights. Everyone wore shorts and T-shirts. There was a volleyball game going on to the left, a barbecue going to the right, and two picnic tables loaded with food and coolers full of drinks in the middle. The day was sliding into dusk, the lights twinkling in the trees. Mike and Danielle just stood there for a moment, drinking it in. They squeezed hands, and Mike ambled off to the barbecue, and Danielle made a beeline for the drinks.
A Hispanic man with wide hands and a slender figure was carefully brushing a full rack of ribs with barbecue sauce. He had little packets of veggies cooking, and whole corn in the husk grilling as well. A tiny blonde woman was flipping burgers and whole chicken legs on a grill off to the side.
“Hola,” said the man, taking a swig out of a bottle of cream soda.
“Hola,” said Mike. “Como se dice?”
“Raoul,” said the man. “E tu?”
“Mike,” said Mike. “Beautiful ribs there.”
“Gracias,” said Raoul. He laughed. “Your Spanish is pretty good for a cop.”
Mike tilted his head. “How did you know?”
Raoul laughed again. “Pretty obvious. You walk like one. Like a relaxed banty rooster.”
Mike tilted his head back and laughed. “We kind of do walk like that.” He spied a small white cooler nearby, and found himself a bottle of cream soda. “May I?”
Raoul nodded. “No cerveza?”
“Been sober nine years,” Mike said.
Raoul smiled broadly, laughter in his eyes. “Haven’t seen you in the meetings.”
“I am kind of in the central west, so I go to meetings there.”
“Green Valley is where my office is. I’m an architect. So, I go to meetings there.”
Mike drank deeply. The day was still hot, despite the sun going down. More lights began to come on.
“How did you become an architect?”
“My dad builds boats. He lives in Boulder City on a houseboat. My mom got him into tiny houses. She was his best carpenter. Now they have two businesses, the boat one and the tiny house one. I design the tiny houses and we build them with my sister, Leire. I call her Starfish, or Star, ‘cause that’s what her name means.”
Mike’s jaw dropped.
“That’s...awesome. Bet that works together well. You need a boatbuilder that knows all about storage in a small space, and boatbuilding is not necessarily a year-round business. People want tiny houses, and since they are moveable if you put them on a trailer, you can make them here and ship them, or build them onsite.”
Raoul put down the barbecue sauce brush on a little plate, and closed the lid of the grill.
“How does a cop know about boats or tiny houses?”
Mike took another drink, swallowed.
“I am in Missing Persons now, and I want to move into fraud. I’m studying forensic accounting and hacking to learn about how the bad guys do bad things. I need a break when my eyes cross, and I watch YouTube. I also can’t afford a house here on a cop’s salary without going into major debt, so I started looking at tiny houses.”
Raoul laughed. “Have you looked at any foreclosures? Some have nice bones.”
Mike smiled. “Danielle, my wife, doesn’t want that.
Raoul finished his drink, and pulled out another one. “So, why poly?”
“Danielle wants to do it, and I have to agree. Not just...she is bisexual, you know? I don’t want her to give up half of herself. But... she’s wearing me out, and I need to study, and I can’t. I’m...a little large. Too much is too much for her. But she wants it all the time…”
Raoul nodded. “She needs more.”
“Yeah,” Mike said. “She needs more.”
“Okay. You bisexual?” asked Raoul, taking another swig of his soda.
“Nope.”
“I am,” said Raoul. “But you’re not my type. I like Hispanic and Asian men,” said Raoul. “And… I like them a little smaller, if you know what I mean.”
Mike took a swig of his drink, trying not to laugh. “Okay,” he managed to get out in a strangled whisper.
Danielle came towards them, Mountain Dew in hand. She walked like a dream, her body taut from all the workouts she had done from. Her lavender sleeveless top and black cargo shorts looked perfect on her. She wore silver hoops in her ears that matched her silver sandals, a silver twist tie holding her hair up in a ponytail.
She stepped up to Mike, and kissed him.
“Hi,” she said. “I’m Danielle.” She held out her tiny hand to Raoul.
“Raoul,” he said, in a daze. “This is your lady?”
Mike nodded. “Yes.”
Raoul stared a moment too long. “I... we…”
Mike rescued his new friend. “Let’s eat some barbecue... and talk.”
Afterward, they went to a convenience store to get some snacks, and went back to Raoul’s not-so-tiny house.
“I have been building it for a while,” he said. “I’m poly, so I need bigger, but I hate cleaning, and…”
The house was adobe, with warm Mexican tile floors. The entryway had hooks for jackets and space for shoes. They all took off their sandals.
“Let me take you on the nickel tour,” Raoul said.
He took Danielle’s hand, and Danielle took Mike’s hand, and they walked through the house. There was a living room with a wide-screen TV, a corner with bench seating and a fold-down table, and a kitchen in stainless steel and gorgeous silver tile. Raoul opened the refrigerator and handed out cans of Mountain Dew. Around a corner were two bedrooms below and a loft bedroom above. Around another corner was an office space, then they rounded the box back to the entryway. All the interior walls had windows that looked out on a courtyard, with a low tree on one end, a fire pit and seating in the middle, and a Chiminea on the far end.
“Oh. My. God,” said Danielle. “This is amazing!”
She kissed Raoul, deeply. They took their drinks in the living room, with the curving couch and a soft alpaca rug, and both men found themselves taking turns kissing Danielle. She took off Raoul’s shirt first, then Mike’s, and then her own. Raoul threw some pillows and a throw on the rug, and kissed Danielle deeply, taking her to the floor. Mike pulled off her shorts and underwear, and took off his own shorts and socks.
Raoul gasped. “Dude. I see what you mean. I thought you were just bragging…” He finished tugging off his own clothes.
Mike grunted. He began kissing Danielle’s stomach, and worked his way down. She groaned into Raoul’s mouth. Mike began touching and licking her, moving his way from one thigh and across to another. She bucked and groaned. He took her up, then back down, as Raoul kissed her and Danielle explored him with her hands. He had a tight body, small but well-built. She rippled her fingers over his body, from his wide face and expressive mouth, through his hair, and down his face to his shoulders to his arms. He was hard, with a very erect penis.
Mike penetrated her as she was kissing Raoul. He kept it shallow, gentle, slow. She arched her back. Raoul began stroking her breasts. Mike moved forward, pushing Raoul aside, and kissed her. Raoul’s eyes grew wide as Danielle reached down to touch him, cupping his
balls in her hand. He kissed her, and she pulled him to her. She was licking him, stopping to groan and arch her back from time to time, until Mike came. He rolled over, stretching out on the rug. He pulled a pillow under his head, and embraced Danielle.
Raoul took his place, kissing and stroking her. He stopped and put on a condom from an ingenious little drawer built into the underside of the sofa. Raoul flipped Danielle over, rubbing her back, her neck. He worked his way down, first with his fingers, then his mouth. Mike stroked her hair, spent, as Raoul turned her towards Mike. Mike kissed her and stroke her hair. Raoul took her from behind, lying on his side, pumping into her. He came, and both Raoul and Danielle were gasping. Mike pulled a sheet over them all, and Raoul kept stroking Danielle’s back as Mike kissed her. She reached behind herself, and soon had Raoul up again. Danielle lay on her back, exploring Raoul, as he explored her. Raoul came in her mouth, after making her come with his tongue. Raoul rose, and came back with a box of wet wipes. They wiped down each other’s bodies, Danielle cleaning both men and they cleaning her. Raoul took the wipes away, then came back to spoon with Danielle. Danielle put her head on Mike’s shoulder.
Mike tried to get it up again. Raoul’s attention to his wife aroused him, but he was just so tired from long work days and long study nights, and pleasing Danielle night after night. Having someone to help with her...would help. He whistled to himself as he slid into sleep, hearing Raoul’s laughter as he recognized the song.
3
Mike spent many much-needed nights alone as Raoul pleased Danielle. He worked out in the early morning or took his tae kwon do, and conducted full-time searches for missing persons, both current and cold cases, during the day. There was the occasional lunch with Danielle during the day when they both could get away. He took courses in forensic accounting and hacking at night and on weekends. Danielle’s demands kept him busy into the early hours three nights a week. One night a week he slept with both Raoul and Danielle, as Raoul could keep her busy after he loved her.
Mike and Danielle spent one weekend helping Raoul and his whipsaw-thin sister, Leire, add onto the house, creating a new jog on the right side. The concrete had been poured two days ago, a second square. They put up the frame, the exact same dimensions of the segments in the house, but with a bowed roof. They created frames of recycled pallet wood in a double row and strips along the ceiling for hooks to create container-style vertical greenhouse. The plastic guys came to wrap up the greenhouse, and Mike, Leire, Danielle, and Raoul took a lunch break. Leire and Mike made amazing tacos.
Leire cut the tops off numerous recycled plastic bottles of various sizes, and Mike and Danielle bent used clothes-hanger wire, rescued from a clothed donation site, to wrap around them. Raoul drilled holes into walls made of recycled pallets, sanded to keep the splinters away, and installed a white plastic PVC tube water reservoir across the top and bottom hung from hooks screwed into the top of the pallets. Leire showed Mike and Danielle how to snake tubing from holes in the PVC pipes to the bottles. Danielle laughed when he realized the plastic tubing was the same kind used in IVs, and began joking about keeping her plant “patients” hydrated. Raoul installed a water pump with an attached timer to keep the water circulation going. They planted potatoes, herbs, and vegetables.
“I’m gonna set up a raft system later,” said Raoul. “I’ve got the plastic trays set up, and I’ve got the tables in pieces. I’m going to put the tables together and install the trays filled with water and nutrients next week. I’m going to drill holes into the floating material, and the plants will grow in the holes.”
Danielle smiled. “This place is big enough for quite a few tables.”
Raoul smiled wide. “Want to try one out later?”
Leire groaned. “Hermano, I do not want to know about your sex life.” Raoul threw a rag at her.
Later that afternoon, they ran string lights across the top rib of the greenhouse, and set up two of the tables as dusk fell. They put the plastic trays in the bottom of the two-layer tables. After a dinner of salad and mustard chicken and amazing cheese biscuits, they kicked out Leire.
Danielle took the two cushions off the couch and carried them into the greenhouse. Raoul followed with a stool. Mike took his time taking off Danielle’s clothes, pulling off her shorts and her soft Guns n Roses t-shirt. He ran his fingers over her mouth, her throat, and kissed her deeply. She tasted of sweat and sawdust and Mountain Dew. He drew her close, taking off her camisole, and her panties. He took it slow, kissing her neck, her shoulders, rubbing out the kinks in her shoulders. He worked his way down her collarbones, kissing each one, and then he reached her right breast. He used soft flicks of his tongue to entice her, and then moved to the other breast while he gently stroked the sides of her breasts, the undersides, with the back of his hands. She came violently, her hands around his shoulders. He kicked off his pants, and kissed and licked, lower and lower.
Mike laid her back on the table, and was happily surprised when it took her weight easily without even a groan. He pulled her to the edge and took her center with his tongue, his lips, kissing her thighs, stroking her. She came even more violently, clutching the cushion with her hands. He pulled her back up and onto him. She draped herself over him. He lifted her onto him, cupping her buttocks in his hands, using the strength of his arms to slowly, slowly impale her on him, and to raise her up and down. He lowered her to the table, and bent his knees, and thrust into her, looking her right in the eyes as he held her hips, kissing her blind. She came so loudly he was afraid they could hear her in the next county. But, they were in the desert under a million stars, the closest neighbor in a tiny house on a half-acre of land so far away they could barely see his lights. He laid her down as Raoul took of his shorts.
Raoul drew her upwards towards him. He stood above her, leaning down to kiss her. She grabbed his increasingly-long hair in his hand, pulling it out of its low ponytail. Mike stroked her legs, rubbing her thighs and legs and feet, as they kissed. Mike couldn’t tell if she was groaning from pleasure from his massage, Raoul’s increasingly insistent kisses, or both. Raoul rubbed her neck and arms, while leaning over her to torment her with kisses on her mouth, nose, neck, ears, and shoulders. Raoul took off his boxers, and Danielle rolled over to take him into her mouth. Mike once again regretted that she couldn’t do the same thing with him. Soon Raoul threw his head back, and came. Mike went into the bathroom and came out with wet wipes. They dragged the cushions onto a large gap between the tables, Danielle in between the two men. They looked up at a thousand stars, and fell asleep whispering to one another in the dark.
4
Mike expected the move to Green Valley be gradual, and it was, at first. A panini maker, as sandwiches and quesadillas seemed to be the way to go for all of them when they got busy. A few novels--Danielle hadn’t make the leap to e-books that Raoul and Mike had made. She loved laying in the small window seat near the kitchen on Sunday afternoons, reading a book, cats and dogs all over her body, snoozing in the sun. More and more clothes, including Danielle’s scrubs, made their way over. The so-called tiny house had so many ingenious storage places, such as under the sofas, and swing-out furniture, like tables, and desks, that made it feel strangely large, even with three people. Raoul converted one of the already-existing bedrooms to a “batcave”, as he put it, for Mike. It already had a fold-down full-size bed, shelves, desk chair, and desk. He installed two flat-screen monitors that could be swung outward, and hooked them up via HDMI cables to Mike’s laptop. He also included universal weights, a mat rolled up in the corner, and a weight bench that swung down from the wall and swung back up when not in use.
Raoul helped Danielle find a office for the new clinic. It was already ready to go in terms of remodeling, as it had originally been a busy dental office that had moved to an even bigger space. It had tons of electrical outlets, with solar panels on the room. They created a few more exam rooms, and they were ready to go. Danielle hired two more doctors, both escapees from
busy hospitals--Rick Hule, General Practitioner, and Denise Warren, Pediatrics. Rae Tonoko followed Danielle to Green Valley and, four days before her lease was set to expire, Mike moved over the animals in his brand-new electric car. The next day, they used Raoul’s truck and their cars to move.
Danielle and Mike went out on a much-needed long weekend to Boulder City after he completed both his online classes. The pair rented Raoul’s parents’ houseboat and spent two days sleeping, reading, catching and grilling fish, swimming in the ice-cold lake in the heat of the day, and fucking. Raoul joined them, and they celebrated with sparkling cider and grilled shrimp Raoul served on wooden trays with a flourish, with rounds of grilled parmesan toast.