She couldn't quite say the same about Mason Jennings. In low-slung, torn, faded blue jeans and a white, ripped T-shirt, bits of his tanned flesh teasingly peeking out, barefoot and exuding animal magnetism from every pore, he looked endearingly tousled. His blond hair was just as she remembered, except right now it was in disarray and a lock had fallen forward. His blue eyes had a sleepy, bedroom sort of expression, like he'd just woken up, or was ready to hop into bed--and not for sleeping.
What the hell was wrong with her mind tonight? This wasn't like her--not at all. Right now she was having a difficult time calling on all her self-control not to proposition both of them right here and now.
She had the urge to reach forward and push the errant lock back and see if it felt as silky as she remembered. She saw his gaze widen when he spotted her. He quickly raised a hand to brush his hair out of his face. She wanted to tell him not to bother, that he was fine just the way he was.
"Ginnie Thomas?"
He even sounded the same, but with a hint of shocked surprise. Rough and smooth all at the same time, reminding her of turbulent waves breaking against the shore, beautiful and wild. A flash of the last time they'd made love at Darwin's Point raced through her mind. It had been August, just before she planned to leave for college. A lot had occurred that last summer.
That was their place--Darwin's Point, a pretty, deserted section of beach. Her gaze turned to Derek. Funny, the things that came into your mind. Derek had always liked parking at Overlook Cliffs. The cliffs were just above Darwin's Point and actually if you walked down a path, it took you to a level spot just above Darwin's Point, with a full view of where Mason liked to make love to her on the beach. She'd never thought about that odd coincidence before.
She pulled her thoughts back and turned to look at Mason, nodding her head. "One and the same. I've had a little car problem."
"Well, have a seat. It's been a long time. It's good to see you." His quick glance shifted to Derek and then back to her. "We've missed you."
She felt the heat rising into her cheeks. "It's good to see you as well. I'm sorry I haven't come by before this, but you know how it gets."
He studied her for a long moment then shrugged. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Well, have a seat."
"I'll get you a glass of iced tea," Derek interjected. "It sure must be hot as hell out there tonight. I know it was like standing in an oven earlier today."
She walked toward the sofa and sat down. "Is it ever. A glass of tea would be great, thank you."
Mason sat down across from her, apparently unable to take his eyes off her. "So you've got car problems," he finally said after a long pause. "What kind of car are you driving now?"
"She's still driving that old beat up Mustang. You remember the one," Derek said as he walked back into the room and handed a glass to Ginnie and another to Mason. Then he leaned back again the doorframe and crossed his legs, watching them both.
Mason looked up at Derek and they exchanged a look Ginnie couldn't quite interpret. They'd always had that way of seeming to communicate with each other without saying anything. Watching them, she couldn't quite believe she was sitting here across from the both of them. She'd thought about them a lot over the years and this was so unexpected.
And she was uneasy. What if they asked her the question she didn't want to answer? Couldn't answer.
Derek finally levered away from the wall. "Mason, let's go take a look at that li'l Mustang of Ginnie's. We'll push it into the garage, get it on a lift, and give it a thorough going over first thing tomorrow. We're closed tomorrow, so we can give it all the time it needs. Too late tonight to do anything." He turned to Ginnie. "I heard you worked over in Millerton. Do you live over there as well? That's a good two-hour drive. We've got a spare bedroom, Ginnie, care to spend the night? We can reminisce over old times tomorrow while we fix your car. We'll get you into a spare coverall and you can find out all about what's under the hood."
It probably wasn't the best idea to stay here so close to both of them, but she found she really didn't want to go search for a hotel, nor did she want to put them out by asking them to drive her all the way home.
"I don't have anything to change into. I didn't exactly come out with anything extra to wear."
"I'm sure we can scrounge up a pair of shorts and a T-shirt for you to sleep in if that's you're problem. How 'bout it? For old time's sake. We've got an extra room if that's what's worrying you."
Again she felt the color seep into her face. What would he say if he knew what she was thinking. "No-no that's not it." She smiled, trying to appear at ease, attempting not to show that what she really wanted was to be made love to--by both of them. What would they think of her if she voiced her thoughts? "If you're sure. I'd love to find out what the two of you have been up to over the last few years."
When could she ever resist either of these guys? When did she ever want to? And she kind of liked the idea of getting down and dirty with the both of them. That intrigued her more than anything else.
"I hate to put you out, but if it's not any trouble. I have missed you both. I'd like to catch up with you. I'm sorry I haven't stopped by before this." It was dangerous and she certainly didn't want to come between them, but she found she couldn't resist spending more time with them. Both of them. Did she dare--? No she couldn't ask them. She'd fantasized about it that last year in high school, but she didn't have the nerve to ask them what she was thinking right now.
But thinking about it was making her real hot. The thought of being naked and sandwiched between the two of them. It was a very tempting idea.
Derek and Mason both smiled. Mason reached over and grabbed his socks and boots.
"Let's go get that car into a bay."
Ginnie stood up. "Can I help?"
Derek looked at her and grinned. "In a white suit and high heels? I don't think so. You stay here and we'll be right back. Then I'll get you something to sleep in. Where are the keys? We'll take this nice and slow--we want to get it right."
She reached into her purse, pulled out her key ring, and handed it to him. She had to wonder about that last part--what he was talking about, as he seemed to pass a meaningful look to Mason. Could they possibly be thinking the same thing she was? Had she wasted a lot of years because she'd been afraid of presenting them with what she could only term as an unusual turn to their relationship?
It seemed there might be some very interesting developments this weekend. She might actually get something she'd only ever dreamed of. Suddenly she was glad she hadn't made any other appointments for the weekend.
* * * *
Ginnie turned over and opened her eyes. Thinking about Mason and Derek, knowing they were just down the hall in their own rooms, made it hard to sleep, and being in a strange room didn't help. It was pitch black, but after finally drifting into an uneasy sleep, she'd been awakened by some sort of odd sound, other than the air switching on and off. It sounded almost like a groan.
The shorts and T-shirt they'd found for her to wear were old cast-offs of Mason's from way back in high school with the school mascot emblazoned across them. They were too large for her, but they were workable in a pinch. They'd really had to dig for something usable. The spare room she slept in was definitely that, filled with cardboard boxes of odds and ends and a sofa couch that pulled out into a bed. She was so tired it hadn't really mattered to her. If only she'd been able to sleep without being visited by her hot, unconsummated dreams of her two former lovers.
But for some reason right now she was wide awake. There was that sound again. She threw back the covers and slid out of bed. Was someone hurt?
Opening her door, she stepped out into the hall. She looked toward the living room, but then heard the sound again, but it was coming from the other direction. She turned in that direction and began to make her way down the hallway. She had gone on to bed before Derek and Mason, so wasn't sure who slept in which room. There were several doors, all of them closed, except for one
that was only partially opened. That was where the sound came from.
She tiptoed down the hallway toward the door, knowing she probably shouldn't be doing this, but she'd always been the inquisitive type and couldn't let well enough alone when something, in her opinion, required investigation. She hadn't scouted around earlier while Derek and Mason were downstairs looking at her car, because her mind had been on other things, and frankly, she'd been exhausted.
With fingers pressed lightly against the door, she pushed. It was dark in the room, but the moonlight made the room seem brighter. Peering around, she saw exactly where the groans were coming from. And it wasn't because someone was hurt.
She should have been shocked by what she discovered. Instead, it felt like a light had finally come on inside her head and everything snapped into place. Talk about being naïve. How could she not have known? Mason and Derek weren't just best friends--they were lovers, and probably had been so for a very long time.
The moonlight offered her a very clear view of the tableau on the bed. The erotic scene filled her with hot lust as she watched Mason fucking Derek in long, powerful strokes. It was Derek making the passionate sounds. His legs were splayed and raised. There didn't seem to be any real urgency to the thrusts and Mason's cock glistened in the moonlight as he powered in and out of Derek's ass.
Her pussy began to cream at the sensual sight of them making love. Mason's hand was stroking Derek's cock as they moved together in the strong rhythm of undulating copulation.
"Yeah, deeper. Fuck me harder," Derek gasped in between each long, drawn out groan of pleasure. "God, your hands feel good, keep stroking me."
Ginnie couldn't believe how hot she was getting, standing there watching them. She reached down inside the shorts, past her panties, to her wet, slick slit, sliding a finger through her juices as she watched the sizzling tableau before her.
Her pussy grasped at her fingers, eager for her attention. As she watched, Mason's thrusts became more powerful. Derek arched upward to meet the demand. Her own fingers began to move faster, as she pushed deeper, adding another finger, circling and brushing over her clit. How well she remembered the feel of both those cocks tunneling deep inside her body.
Watching the two men she wanted most, naked and hot, giving each other pleasure was almost too much. Nothing could be better except her sandwiched between them. And, boy, did she wish she could be there. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, feeling her orgasm build. She should have told them long ago what she wanted.
"Ginnie, come here."
Her eyes shot open and she saw both of them looking at her as they continued to fuck. It was Derek who'd called to her.
"Shed those fucking clothes and come here. We want you with us when we come," Mason said as he slowed his movements, waiting for her to join them. "It was you, thinking about you; we couldn't wait, but we wanted to give you time to get to know us again. "
She didn't need to be asked twice. She pulled her hand from her sopping pussy and quickly pushed down the shorts and panties and yanked off the T-shirt.
She stopped as she reached the bed, unable to take her eyes off these two fucking hot men that she'd yearned to be with for years.
"Where do you want me?" she whispered. She noted that Derek's cock was sheathed with a condom. She couldn't quite make out Mason's, because it was buried deep inside Derek.
"The condom's flavored. Hop on and start sucking, baby. We both know how much you like to suck cock. Give him your pussy and we'll all come together. Something we should have done a long time ago. "
She couldn't agree more. So many years missed because of being afraid to voice her own needs. Not another minute was going to be lost. With as much dexterity as she could manage, she straddled across Derek, felt the heat of his moist breath against her pussy, then lowered her head to take his rigid shaft into her hungry mouth.
It was strawberry flavored, a particular favorite fruit of hers. She licked up and down and then she almost hit the roof when Derek's tongue stabbed into her. Oh, God, how she'd missed them! Her groans joined his as Mason began thrusting inside Derek again. Mason's hands threaded through her hair.
Oh, God, this was hot. Both of these men with their hands on her, at the same time. She consumed Derek's cock, raised both hands and cupped Mason's tight ass. There were no sounds in the room except the pleasurable groans, the slapping and slurping of bodies coming together as they should have so long ago.
She heard Derek's groan first, felt him spasm as he began to come, then Mason's shout of completion, and finally, as Derek stabbed his tongue deep inside, she came in the most powerful orgasm she'd had in quite some time, attempting to scream her completion around the cock thrusting deep inside to the entrance of her throat. As she felt Mason stiffen, she buried a finger inside his ass, heard his indrawn gasp of pleasurable acceptance, wanting her presence there, and his hands fisted tighter in her hair.
Stars shattered before her eyes as she continued to suck, wanting to wring as much pleasure from Derek as she could. Her finger sank deeper into Mason and slowly she began to thrust as he continued to work his body back and forth between Derek's body and her finger.
He finally withdrew from Derek and she pulled her finger free. He forced her head up and branded her with a kiss, deep and long. She shimmied along Derek's body until her pussy felt the presence of Derek's cock, and Mason's. Oh, God, she needed one of them to fuck her.
She rested above Derek on her knees, trying not to place too much of her weight there. Mason's mouth demanded her attention. She lifted and Derek eased out from under them, and then she felt his heat at her back as he knelt behind her and rubbed his body against her.
This was heaven. She felt him reach up and cup her breasts, kneading and tweaking the nipples. Now she felt his cock at her back and Mason's grinding against her pussy lips, yet not seeking penetration. She rotated her hips, pressing herself alternately between the both of them.
Derek's lips were pressed against her neck, then her shoulder, his hands still palming her breasts as Mason ate at her mouth, forcing his tongue deeper. She couldn't get enough of them, either of them, wanting to blend herself inside them, and them inside her, fusing them as one being.
Mason finally released her mouth and looked down at her, then he looked at Derek behind her. Reaching past her, he pulled Derek to him and kissed him passionately, in the same manner. When he released him, Ginnie leaned back and pulled Derek to her, kissing him deeply, letting him know without doubt she wanted to feel his lips no less than Mason's. She wanted them both. Just like this. Forever.
She felt both their arms around her, supporting her, loving her, making her a part of them. And for the first time she really did feel a part of their world and more complete than she had ever been.
Mason was the first to lift away and she felt a loss when he did so. She reached for him, feeling a part of herself leaving.
He smiled at her. "I'm not going anywhere. It's time for a shower. Come on, both of you." He looked over at Derek. "And then we need to fuck, Ginnie. It's been way too long."
Eagerly, Ginnie followed him into the bathroom, which was very spacious, more so than she would have expected from an apartment this size. Derek flicked on a light, and Ginnie looked down, a little embarrassed, now that the first rush of passion had passed.
Derek reached out and lifted her head as Mason turned on the shower, which appeared to be a walk-in size, allowing more than enough room for the three of them.
"Don't be shy, Ginnie. We should have done this a long time ago. Maybe if Mason and I hadn't been worried about what you'd think of our relationship, we wouldn't have wasted so many years. It wasn't until we started college that we finally realized the kind of relationship we wanted with each other--and you. Derek thought if you could date us both separately, get to know me--and want both of us, you would understand the kind of relationship we wanted. But when the time came, we were too cowardly to tell you what we really wanted...fo
r you to be a part of both of us. And instead, we lost you. There's always been a part of us missing."
She looked up at him. "I loved you both. It's the reason I couldn't come back, don't you see? I couldn't make a choice between you. I wanted you--like this--the three of us--but I was too scared of what you'd think of me if I told you that."
Mason had discarded his condom and turned back to face her. "We never wanted you to make a choice. We tried to make it so you wouldn't have to, but instead we scared you away. We thought if you dated both of us--got used to us separately--eventually you'd come to accept both of us. We just weren't sure you could accept that we loved each other just as much--and in the same way--that we loved you. We wanted to give you time, but the fear got the better of us."
"All of us, I think. I was afraid of what you'd think of me if I told you what I really wanted. To have you both, like this. I wanted you both. And just now," she admitted softly, "I found it so arousing watching you make love to each other. The only thing I wanted more was to be with you instead of just watching you."
Mason stepped inside the shower, reached for her hand and pulled her inside. Derek turned away to discard his condom, then quickly joined them.
Derek reached for a cloth, soaped it, then handed it to Ginnie. "Wash us, and then we'll make sure you're all nice and squeaky clean as well."
She eagerly accepted the cloth and began working it across Derek's broad chest, her hand going to his slick cock, stroking it with her soapy hand as she washed him.
She felt Mason come behind her and begin to palm her breasts with his soapy hands, her nipples tightening quickly beneath his ministrations. She felt him rub against her back and was finding it hard to concentrate on getting Derek nice and clean.
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