***
All I heard, as soon as my father returned home, was how I’d ruined his career, that I was a selfish little brat and always had been and that I’d ruined all his plans he’d worked years at. I sat and took it in. Most of it was true, but what about him and the example he set, I thought.
Two days passed and still no word from Jake or Jeremy. I was devastated. I didn’t bother to leave my room. I’m sure my father was happy. I actually felt better imprisoned there and isolated. I even continued to read all the hate messages people posted. I couldn’t stop myself, even though they sunk me into a deeper and deeper depression.
I lost interest in food and eventually my mother knocked on my door five days after the incident.
“Tara, please, you need to eat something!”
I didn’t take the sheet off from over my head. I could feel the pressure of her body as she sat next to me on the bed. She stroked my arm. It only made me feel worse.
“Don’t ma,” I said.
“Please, you can’t starve yourself, darling,” she urged.
Eventually she gave up, but left a plate of food on a tray, in case I changed my mind. When she closed the door, I pulled the sheet back and sighed.
That night I finally gave in and picked at a roast potato on the plate. It tasted damn good. I wolfed it down and a piece of chicken breast. Then my phone beeped with a message. I couldn’t help myself. I picked it up to read what horrible comment someone had made.
I looked down and stared at the screen. It was from Jeremy. Finally. I immediately opened the message.
“We’re here.”
“What?” I texted back.
“Outside the back entrance gate.”
I jumped out of bed, slipped on a pair of pumps and quietly opened my bedroom door. It was late and the alarm system would be on. At the back door keypad, I looked over my shoulder quickly and then punched in the code.
I ducked to the left, as I stepped outside, out of the spotlight sensor range and dashed to the back gate. The hood of his Camaro peeked out from behind the metal gate frame.
“What are guys doing here?” I whispered, seeing Jake in the passenger seat.
I couldn’t decide if I was more angry at them or eager to find out what had happened.
“Tara, we had to come and see you,” Jeremy said.
He and Jake climbed out of the car and came up to the gate.
“How could you do this to me!” I hissed, under my breath.
Jake pushed closer to the gate.
“We’re so sorry Tara!” he said.
“But it wasn’t us!” Jeremy added, “We didn’t film it or post it. I swear!”
I looked back at my parent’s house.
“What do you mean, it wasn’t you?” I said, “Who was it then?”
“We don’t know,” Jake said.
“Must have been some sneaky media bastard or someone that wanted to get back at you for something?” Jeremy added.
I shook my head. I wasn’t totally convinced of their innocence, though they had risked driving to my parent’s well-guarded mansion. I took a small step towards the gate.
“Why didn’t you answer my calls or text me?” I asked.
“We couldn’t,” Jake replied, “Our parents and the University banned us from making contact!”
I sighed and rubbed my arms. Jake began to take off his jacket.
“No,” I said and laughed.
Maybe it wasn’t them behind it after all. But not hearing from them for so long had broken my heart.
“We missed you, Tara!” Jeremy said.
Jake nodded his head vigorously.
“I missed both of you too!”
Chapter 6
It was so good to see them again, I couldn’t sleep that night. I was so relieved it wasn’t them behind the terrible video. I was glad the guards hadn’t spotted them outside the gate, as my father would definitely not have waited to hear their side of the story.
His campaign had taken a dive, as I thought it would, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. As much as I was angry at him for cheating on my mother, I did feel bad for what had happened to his re-election plans. Politics was his whole life. He was not talking to me and probably wouldn’t for a long time. At least my mother was still talking to me. I guessed my public shame would not disappear any time soon.
After seeing Jake and Jeremy I felt much better. I was still getting attacked on the net, but after two weeks passed it eventually started to subside, thanks to Prince Harry and Meghan Markle. My father said I could return to University in the new semester, but I still had the issue of being banned from seeing Jake and Jeremy or speaking to them ever again. They had had to swear to the same terms in order to stay on the football team. It didn’t seem fair.
Though it was very risky for all of us, we still managed to see each other. We had returned to the same motel as before, but were very cautious not to be seen. Before we parted ways one night at the motel, we decided things had to change.
“What if we came out as a - err – threesome?” Jeremy said.
I nearly choked on my coffee and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“What?” I asked.
“I think he means that we’re all in a relationship together,” Jake added.
“Oh, you mean a polyamorous relationship?” I said.
“Yes, that,” Jeremy replied.
I was reticent to draw attention back to us again, but I was also tired of having to sneak around like a spy. I had real feelings for the boys, for both of them and missed being out with them in public and having fun together like we used to. We decided the best way to do it was with a press conference, so we could be in control of the message that went out there.
A week later, we climbed up on the podium, in front of the eager press. I hadn’t told my parents about it and knew they were going to be shocked. If the public didn’t accept it, we could be thrown out of University, the guy’s football careers terminated and my father’s career would certainly be done for. I gulped and then composed myself.
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen and thank you for being here today,” I began confidently.
I was used to being in the spotlight and wasn’t afraid to address the gathering of press officials. I clicked open the document on my iPad and began to read our statement.
“I am engaged in a polyamorous relationship with Jake Black and Jeremy Miller. The nature of the relationship is meaningful and lasting. I feel a great respect for both Jake and Jeremy as they do for me, in the context of the relationship and in life. We apologize for our misconduct prior to today, but request that the press grant us privacy in our private lives. We cannot and will not apologize for the very real feelings we feel for each other and though our relationship may not be viewed as conventional, it is our relationship and sacred to us.”
The flashes of multiple cameras obscured the reporters for a few seconds. Then the questions began.
“Does your father, Senator Leon, condone your three-way relationship?”
I dug the front of my shoe into the ground behind the podium.
“My father has not had a chance to comment as he was not made aware of this press conference, however I am no longer a minor and can legally make my own decisions about my life, independent of him. I would like to add that my father is his own man, and my actions are no reflection on him.”
“Do you feel your father’s questionable moral activities, opened the way for you, Miss Leon?”
Jake stepped forward.
“Miss Leon has no further comments at this stage. Thank you!”
He put his arm out and gently moved me backwards. For a jock, he could be very gentlemanly, I thought and smiled.
***
As soon as I switched my mobile back on, there were four missed calls from my father. I ignored them. He must have been mad as hell. I was surprised he didn’t track my location and send a car for me again. Jake, Jeremy and I went out that night toge
ther, in public. One of my favorite female DJs was playing at the venue too and I couldn’t wait to dance. I hadn’t let myself go wild on the dancefloor for months.
When we stepped out of the cab, I had Jake on my left and Jeremy on my right. Of course, the reporters were expecting us. The sound of numerous camera flashes welcomed us as we got to the nightclub entrance. I was dressed in a sexy dress. It wasn’t slutty though, but the guys loved it. It was a silver sleeveless, tight fitting dress which reached just passed my thighs. With my high silver heels, I was the same height as the guys and loved it.
“Miss Leon!”
“Miss Leon!” the press called.
We ignored them and were ushered straight inside, passed the long queue of clubbers waiting patiently to get inside. We were given a private booth. I slipped onto the curved, leather seat and skirted around. Jake went to the bar to get us drinks. When he came back I leaned over, pulled his head closer and kissed him deeply. I turned to Jeremy, pulled him closer and kissed him deeply too.
I started to giggle and the boys laughed along. It felt so good to be able to express our feelings in public. I felt free and happy again. A waitron appeared with a tray of shooters for the three of us.
“We didn’t order those,” Jeremy said, “But we’ll take ‘em!” he added.
“It was from the folks at the bar,” the waitron replied.
We looked at the bar and saw a group of people our age waving at us.
“You know those guys?” I asked.
“Nope,” Jake replied.
“Me neither,” Jeremy added.
We chugged down the shooters and slammed the tot glasses on the table.
“It looks like they like us again,” I said.
I was relieved that I wasn’t getting anymore nasty messages either. Things were going better. I wanted to treat the boys after what we’d been through and booked us into a five star hotel for the night. We even signed in in our own names and I proudly signed for the bill. Our suite was on the fourth floor and looked out over the river. I kicked off my heels, walked out onto the balcony and looked down at the lights along the promenade and the wide waterway. Jeremy joined me and took something out of his pocket.
“Like the view?” I said.
“Sure do,” he replied, “and I’ll like it even more after this.”
He put a joint between his lips and lit it with his golden zippo lighter. I looked at him and shook my head.
“You must always push things a little further!” I joked.
He laughed and took a deep drag of his pot.
Jake came outside, took hold of my arm and pulled me gently inside the suite.
“Have you seen this bed?” he said.
“I’d rather feel it,” I replied.
I ran and dived onto the elegantly made bed. Three continental pillows fitted along the top next to each other. I had never slept in such a huge bed before, but then again, I didn’t plan on doing much sleeping!
Jake jumped on the bed next to me and pulled me on top of him. He kissed me in the neck and rolled me over onto my side. He kissed the top of my breasts, busting out of the top of my dress, found the zipper at the back and slid it down to my butt.
Jeremy appeared at the foot of the bed, took hold of the hem of the dress and wiggled it off me.
“Good timing!” I said.
“Always, Miss Leon,” he joked.
Jake reached around my back again and undid my lacy, strapless bra. I was getting seriously in the mood. Jeremy pulled my matching panties down over my feet. We hadn’t been intimate for two months and I couldn’t wait to change that!
I lay on my back and looked up at the beige hotel ceiling. Jeremy kissed my thigh gently and worked his way up the tender skin until he reached my neatly waxed haven. His tongue worked its way further and entered me. I groaned.
I grabbed hold of Jake’s belt and undid the buckle. He slid his jeans and boxers down his legs and kicked them off. I wrapped my hand around his stiff member and moved down slowly and then up.
“Hmm,” he said, “He’s missed you.”
I burst out laughing, but my laugh soon turned into a groan as Jeremy’s tongue found my swollen nub and rubbed back and forth over the top. Jake held my breasts in his hands and squeezed them gently and then harder.
“Would one of you get inside me, already,” I burst out all of a sudden.
Both of them laughed and Jake pushed Jeremy out of the way. He wrapped his member in a condom and climbed on top of me. My chest was heaving and I was throbbing for them.
“Missed us too, did you?” Jake joked.
I really did, not just physically but their company too. Jake stopped my thought process as he pushed himself inside me. I grabbed hold of my nipples and squeezed them hard. Jeremy jumped off the bed and whipped his shirt and pants off. He hopped back on the bed.
“Come closer,” I said.
As Jake penetrated me, I took hold of Jeremy’s hard appendage and guided it into my mouth. I had never done anything like that before, and usually played with the two guys separately. It was fun to do things differently.
Jeremy’s eyes opened wide as I took all of him in. My tongue teased the sides as I slid him back out and back in again. Jake also enjoyed the show and thrust harder inside me. I dug my nails into his back and that made his pace increase too.
I groaned and slid my tongue over Jeremy’s sensitive tip. Jake began to slap up against me and breathe quicker. A few seconds later he grunted and held himself inside me until he was completely finished before withdrawing. He lay back on the bed and sighed.
“Sure beats the hand!” he joked.
Jeremy laughed. “My turn now,” he said.
“Wait,” I said, “I’ve always wanted to do it on a hotel chair!” I said and led him to the chair in front of the mirror and small desk in the room.
I pressed him down on the plush chair and climbed on top of him, facing towards him. I guided him inside me and arched my pelvis to take him in. He groaned immediately. I tilted my head back to see us in the mirror and winked at him. I was definitely ready for more. I sat up straight again and pushed up and down on top of him, going faster and faster and then suddenly slowing down.
“Whoa!” he exclaimed.
He squeezed my butt cheeks and moved with my rhythm to penetrate me deeply. I bounced on top of him and my breasts bounced along. He stared at my jiggling breasts and I giggled.
I reached down and ran my fingers over my sensitive hood and groaned with pleasure. I rubbed it more vigorously and began to throb harder inside. My muscles clenched around him. He groaned too with the tighter fit and I bounced quicker on his lap as we both got close to the end.
He squeezed my nipples and I threw my head back as the pleasure reached its peak. I couldn’t stop it anymore. He grabbed hold of my hips and thrust the final few strokes deep and hard. We groaned in unison as the satisfaction pulsed through my body in waves.
I leaned my head back until I could see us in the mirror again. Jeremy supported my back.
“You like what you see?” he asked.
“Oh, I always have,” I replied.
Chapter 7
I watched my father’s face as the election results were announced. His eyes got wider and wider and then a grin developed which spread from ear to ear. Then he shouted.
“Yeah!”
The room filled with cheers and shrieks of joy. I took my fingers out of my mouth, jumped up and hugged my mother.
“Yeah!” we both shouted out.
My father darted over and wrapped his arms around both my mother and I. He was not usually a very affectionate person and I was surprised. After a second he let go and stepped backward.
“Well done, love,” my mother said.
“Congratulations!” I added.
He nodded at me and then went off to his team in the back of the living room. I was so relieved that he’d still managed to get re-elected after everything our family had experienced with the med
ia. When the champagne glasses were handed out, I immediately took a giant gulp.
Jeremy and Jake were in the back of the room, keeping a low profile as they had insisted. But now with the good news, I waved them over to the main group. They sauntered over and toasted me. I wanted to lean over and kiss them both, but didn’t want to be disrespectful of the occasion. Was I becoming a good girl again?
“Thank god he was re-elected!” they both said.
I pulled them both into a hug, with no kissing and, when I looked up, my father was looking at me. I froze. Was that a bad idea? But then he smiled at me and I exhaled slowly.
“What are we going to do when he runs for Governor?” Jeremy said, poking me in the arm.
I shook my head.
“You think you jokers will still be around?” I replied and smirked at him.
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