by Scott Wylder
Grinning, she walked to the kitchen and made sure the oven was turned on and that the roast had been prepped properly—sometimes Benji was careless with cooking so she always double-checked behind him.
As she bent to retrieve a set of serving bowls from under the sink, Benji smacked her ass and she squealed.
“Well, bend over and stick that in my face again; next time I might stick something in that for you.” Benji pulled her to him. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Ooh! Such a tease, Benji.” She hooked the top of the towel with her finger and backed up, letting it fall to the floor between them.
Glenda chuckled as Benji rushed her, pressing her back against the counter. He wasn’t hard, but he was getting there.
“You’re going to ruin my dress with your steamy self all over it, Benji.” She playfully slapped at his arm, giggling. She didn’t really mind about the dress; she wasn’t planning on wearing it all evening anyway.
“Fine. I can fix that.” Benji pulled the hem of the dress up and over her head in one fluid motion. “There. I didn’t even wrinkle it.” He laid it across the back of the nearest kitchen chair and turned back to Glenda.
Her nipples hardened almost immediately. The window blinds were pulled high and anyone nosy enough would be able to see into the kitchen. She and Benji were both exhibitionists at heart, but it turned her on the most to think that others could see their foreplay and lovemaking. Being on the third floor would make it difficult for passersby on the ground to see in, but the neighboring buildings had a clear view. It was mostly office space and there were only a few people on each floor, but it was the possibility that stoked Glenda and Benji’s fires.
Sometimes Benji had trouble getting hard more than a couple times a day and Glenda didn’t want to leave him out of the fun later with Evan, so she grabbed his erection and squeezed hard enough to get his full attention.
Lifting his head quickly from her tit where he’d been nibbling, he looked at her with wide eyes. “You’ve got my attention, babe. What is it?”
“Well, I was just thinking that maybe we should save this,” she squeezed again and was rewarded with a moan, “for later. You know, when Evan’s over here.”
The crestfallen look on his face bothered her, but not nearly as much as not having him participate later would bother her—and him. Watching her with someone else, man or woman, excited him, but only when he knew he was going to get in on the action. There had been a couple times when he had been unable to perform and he’d been a miserable cod for days afterward.
He pressed his hips forward, shoving her hand to the root of his shaft and pushing the head into her tuft of pubic hair. “You really don’t want to give me some relief? You really don’t want to have this all to yourself?” He wiggled his hips.
“You know I do, Benji. I just want our first time with Evan to be…memorable.” She released her grip and smiled.
“Memorable? You think it would be less memorable if we had sex alone and then had a threesome later with him? I could spread you out on the table by the window…” He glanced in the direction of the dining table.
Sticking to her guns, knowing Benji would be able to perform at the top of his game later if she did, Glenda wiggled her finger back and forth in a no-no gesture and laughed.
“Fine. I’ll wait, then. You’re not going to turn me down for Evan are you?”
Shocked, Glenda said, “Why on earth would I do that? I don’t love him and you know it. Are you going to get weird on me now? Did I ask you that about my best friend?” After the initial shock, Glenda was irritated at the question. “When did you become so insecure, Benji?”
Holding up both hands in a surrender pose, he stepped to his towel and picked it up. “I’m not insecure, Glenda. I was just asking. Usually you don’t put me off, is all.”
Nodding, she watched as he tossed the towel across his shoulder and headed for the bedroom.
He returned dressed in a pair of loose shorts and put the roast in the oven. Glenda had donned her dress again and sat at the kitchen table looking out over the seemingly endless stream of traffic on the street below.
Stage whispering, Benji called to her. “Did you hear that?” He pointed to the wall by the stove.
“Hear what?” She stood and shrugged at him. She’d heard nothing. He acted as if he were listening to a murder or something just as sinister.
He motioned for her to come to him, excitement all over his face. He put a finger to his lips.
Just when she was about to give up hearing anything, she heard it. Evan moaned and a woman giggled and another woman moaned.
Glenda knew it must be the two women she’d seen going into Evan’s apartment earlier. She hadn’t told Benji about them because she didn’t want him to find out that she’d seen Evan naked. Any talk about it might have led her to a slip-up that would’ve possibly caused trouble.
“He’s not going to be fit for this evening. They’re working him over good from the sounds of it. Lucky bastard, like I said, and he doesn’t even have to work for it.” Benji looked down and kept listening.
“Lucky, huh? How’s he any luckier than you when you have two or more women working you over? Would you rather just have booty calls than a steady? Is that what you meant by that?”
Tears stung the backs of her eyes. Benji had never said anything like that to her before; she thought they were both happy and satisfied and content in their relationship. Now she had to wonder.
Only glancing up at her, he replied, “Don’t be so touchy. You know what I meant.” He turned his head in the other direction and chuckled as Evan moaned loudly.
One of the women began talking dirty to Evan and Benji got a kick out of it; he also got hard again. He only noticed that Glenda had gone to the table again when he turned to stand straight.
Glenda, still upset, wanted nothing to do with Benji when he sauntered over, showing off his erection. She turned her head and looked out the other window, completely ignoring him.
“Now can I get some of your good stuff? You heard him over there. He’ll not be up for our threesome later.” He slid his hand down her dress and tweaked her nipple.
She didn’t stop him, but she didn’t answer either.
Chapter 7
(Evan)
Jessica and Nina had done their best to please Evan, and he’d been well-satisfied for sure, but he wanted, needed something more. He wanted Glenda. She would make him feel as if he’d accomplished something in the realm of women.
At six, Evan knocked on Benji’s door and was pleasantly surprised when Glenda answered. Her expression was dull and her eyes were red.
“Are we still on for dinner?” Had she been crying? He tried to look past her for Benji.
“Yeah, we’re still on for dinner.” She motioned him in and shut the door after. “Benji won’t be joining us, though.” She motioned toward the dining table.
“Why? Is everything all right?” He suspected Ben might have had another one of those calls—which he highly suspected was another woman, but he would never say that aloud to Glenda; it would hurt her too much.
“Just peachy.” She smiled.
“Hey, if you don’t want to have dinner, that’s fine. I’ll go back over to my place so you can be alone. No hard feelings.” He chucked her under the chin and flashed a grin at her.
“No! We have a roast that will just go to waste if someone doesn’t eat.” She looked him up and down and a small, flirty smile played on her face. “Besides, it might be nice to have you all to myself for a while.” She flounced into the kitchen, leaving him standing there staring after her.
“All right. We can’t have a roast going to waste, now can we?” He moved to the table and sat. “When’s Ben going to be back?”
“Sometime tomorrow, he thinks. Just whenever he decides to come back, I guess.” She appeared and sidled up close to him. “Why, are you uncomfortable with me alone?”
“Not in the least.” Th
e back light from the windows shone through her dress. She had no panties or bra on.
She bent, offering him a good view of her tits. “Good.” She laid a napkin in front of him on the table and walked off again.
Evan grinned and shifted in his seat. Glenda was his for the taking. So much for being jealous of Benjamin. Evan could have Glenda. He could take Glenda from Ben. If he wanted it badly enough, he could.
Something other than lust stirred inside Evan. He wasn’t sure what this new feeling was exactly, but it was there. Knowing he could have Glenda if he really wanted her had changed everything for him. This was something he had not counted on before venturing over for dinner.
Having set his hopes high that Ben and Glenda had heard him having a wild time with Jessica and Nina, and questioning him about it—perhaps showing a little jealousy—had been the wind beneath his wings.
Now that was gone. Either they had not heard, or didn’t care, or it didn’t affect either of them. Confusion riddled his mind and shriveled his lustful desire to take what Benjamin had.
Glenda cleared her throat as she came back to the dining table. She’d said something and he’d been so lost in thought that he had not heard it. She carried the carved roast and sat it on the table.
“That looks wonderful, Glenda. Did you make it?” In reality, his appetite for food had also disappeared.
“You didn’t hear anything I said, did you?” She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head at him. That fake, but very pretty, pout didn’t look so appealing tonight.
Shaking his head, Evan stammered, “I’m sorry. No, I didn’t hear a thing. I was lost in thought for a moment there and just dazed out, I guess.” He chuckled and pushed away from the table.
Before he could stand, Glenda rushed over and straddled one of his legs and locked her wrists behind his head. “Don’t go. Whatever’s bothering you, I’m sure I can find the cure for it.”
She sat on his thigh and ground against him sexily.
As much as he’d wanted her before, and because of her sexuality, now he just wanted away from her. Something inside him recoiled at her lewd gesture and he nearly pushed her away before he could stop.
She yelped with surprise at his sudden movement and tightened her hold on his neck. She put her feet back on the floor and stood up, looking down at him in question.
“Are you all right?” She asked in her silky tones, her kissable lips so close.
“Sorry. You just took me by surprise is all.” He wanted her to let go and move away.
Evan never considered the possibility that he would react in such a way. What was wrong with him? Wasn’t this the end result he’d hoped for? Flipping the idea around in his head, he decided that, yes, this was exactly the outcome he’d hoped for.
Then why was he so put-off by her outright offer? He couldn’t say. He didn’t know. Then, Glenda leaned down, putting her luscious lips centimeters from his, looking deep into his eyes.
Moaning lightly, she wiggled her behind and said, “Sorry to have shocked you with my boldness, but I just don’t think I can wait any longer. I need you. All of you.”
Instead of the sexy, in-charge vixen he’d seen when he first walked into the apartment, all Evan could see now was a lewd, crude, willing-to-cheat, cheap version of the woman he’d pictured in his mind.
Pulling her hands from behind his neck, Evan placed them firmly against her midriff and said, “I’m sorry but I think I really need to leave now.”
The look on her face was more than shock at his reaction, it was hurt, disbelief, bewilderment, and a sense of righteous anger. Evan raised his eyebrows at her and nodded toward the door.
“I really need to go now, Glenda.”
“What the hell is wrong with you, Evan? You mean to tell me that you really don’t want me?” She snorted in disgust and backed away, straightening her dress.
Evan stood and sidestepped her. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you, Glenda. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He moved toward the door.
Running, she jumped in front of him and put her back to the door. “But what about earlier? You, naked. What was that all about? You practically invited me in to have sex.”
Nodding, he looked down. She was right, of course. And, had she come in at that time, he would have had sex with her along with the other two women. Usually that would have been a brilliant ending to his day and he would’ve been thrilled about his conquest.
“Yes, I did. I’m not sure what’s changed in the last few hours, but I just don’t feel the same way now.” He reached for the doorknob and she moved to block his exit again.
“No, you don’t get to do that to me. You don’t get to hand me mixed signals and then act as if I’ve done something terrible. I know you wanted me at the restaurant, too.” She pouted again.
Sighing heavily, he answered, “Yes, I did. But that was then and this is now. Goodbye, Glenda.” This time he pushed her aside gently but firmly and opened the door against her slight weight and the little resistance it gave.
As he stepped into the corridor, Glenda vocalized a guttural scream and slammed the door hard enough to rattle the paintings on the wall.
Without slowing to consider her actions, Evan walked to his own apartment and entered quietly. Leaving the place dark, he made his way to his bedroom and flopped onto his bed.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Chapter 8
(Evan)
The remainder of the weekend was quiet and Evan saw no more of Ben or Glenda. He had expected Glenda to at least try to contact him, but she had not. Late Sunday evening, Evan heard Ben and Glenda arguing through the wall. Though he couldn’t make out words, he could tell they were having a very heated argument about something.
Evan sat with a huff on his sofa and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table. He hadn’t been out since his episode with Glenda the day before. He hadn’t shaved, showered, or changed out of his floppy house shorts, either. Something had happened and he wasn’t sure just what it was, but he felt differently about Glenda; he also felt differently about his list of women—he didn’t want their company at all; he just wanted to be left alone.
The argument next door continued until late into the night. Glenda noisily left Ben’s apartment around one in the morning—a first as far as Evan knew; she’d always left promptly at midnight before.
Sleep was elusive that night and the next morning, Evan decided he’d take the day off. Being near Benjamin didn’t seem like the way he wanted to spend his day—not after his encounter with Glenda, anyway.
A little before noon, Evan rolled over and squinted against the bright shaft of light coming through his window. Making his way to the kitchen, he cursed his aching head and his stiff joints. Grabbing a bottle of water, he went to the living room again.
As he flipped through random channels on the television, Evan heard Glenda through the wall again. He turned off the television and listened more closely. To his surprise, Ben began shouting at Glenda.
Not long after, there was a knock at his door.
Sighing heavily, wondering what was going on at Ben’s place and why he even cared, Evan answered the door without checking through the peephole. Ben stood there, the set look on his face belied his anger.
“Hey, Ben. You’re off today, too?” Evan stepped back and motioned for Ben to come inside. Had Glenda told him about what happened? Evan’s pulse kicked up a notch.
“Guess we both are, huh?” Ben walked inside and pushed the door closed. His expression didn’t change.
Evan asked, “You all right, Ben? Did you need something?”
Ben rubbed his face with both hands. “Glenda said she didn’t hear you go to work this morning and I just needed to get away from her for a while. If you haven’t heard us through the walls, we’re arguing pretty bad right now and she’s making me crazy, man.”
Sitting on the sofa again, Evan nodded. “Yeah, I kind of heard and thought that’s what was going on. Anything I c
an help with?” He really didn’t want to help Ben with anything.
Evan just wanted Ben to leave; he didn’t care that they were arguing. All he could think about was that he no longer felt the same about Ben, either. Maybe he was going through a mid-life crisis. If so, it was early—he was only twenty-eight.
Chuckling, Ben replied, “Sorry, man. I know we’ve been loud.” He eyed Evan as if debating on telling him more, but remained silent.
Shifting uncomfortably under Ben’s studious gaze, Evan said, “Well, that’s just how it is with steady lovers, I guess. Not that I would know, but…” Evan laughed.
“I guess so.” Ben sat forward quickly. “Hey, Evan, just so you know, I know you, um, realized what was going on at the restaurant the other evening.” He cleared his throat and looked away.
Heat flushed Evan’s face, his ears even heated up. This was triple awkward. “Hey, that was none of my business.” He picked up the remote and flipped on the television.
“Well, I think Glenda made an extra effort to make it your business, buddy.” Ben’s voice had deepened an octave and his eyes had gone dark. “That’s right. I know about Saturday evening, too.” He held up his hand. “I’m not mad at you, though. She’s the one who broke the agreement. We were always supposed to be together when another person joined us that way.”
The room had grown too warm and sweat popped out on Evan’s forehead. “I don’t know what she told you, man, but I left. We did nothing.”
“I’m here, not to accuse you, but to invite you over for…just to invite you over. We want you to come over so this can be settled.”
“I don’t understand. It is settled. I told you that we did nothing. I left.” Evan was beginning to get irritated.
“But I want you to do her. I want you to have sex with her.” Ben’s face was burning red.
“What the hell? Why?” Was it just their kinky games?