A Toy Story
The Sextet Presents…
Playing in the Raine
Thirty-eight-year-old Raine Michaels's last boyfriend dumped her for a much younger woman, so she decides to find herself a boy toy. Scanning the local campus newspaper, three ads pique her interest, as do the men who placed the personals. She's lucky she has her stash of plastic playmates to keep her company until she chooses a flesh-and-blood man to satisfy her. But is one enough?
Vince Niccolo, Rafe Leonard, and Matt Augustine are searching for Ms. Right to join their not-yet-perfect threesome. Placing individual ads might've misled the interesting woman who uses PlayingInTheRaine for her e-mail address, but would she have responded to a “three bi guys want a woman to share” request? Not likely. Now, they have to convince her they can give her more pleasure than a box of battery-powered toys. Love might be an unexpected side effect of rub-a-dub-dubbing with three men in her tub.
Genre: Contemporary, May-December, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 23,644 words
THE SEXTET PRESENTS…
PLAYING IN THE RAINE
A Toy Story
Mellanie Szereto
MENAGE AMOUR
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THE SEXTET PRESENTS… PLAYING IN THE RAINE
A Toy Story
MELLANIE SZERETO
Copyright © 2012
Chapter 1
SWM, 27, seeks SF, 25-35, for companionship and fun. Must be athletic, intelligent, and adventurous. Hmm. This one had potential. Raine Michaels toyed with the pen in her hand, flipping it through her fingers. She circled the ad.
SWM, 25, seeks WF bi couple for good times. Age 18-25. No. She’d never pass for twenty-five, let alone eighteen, and she wasn’t part of a bisexual couple.
SWM, 28, looking for SWF with interest in hiking, art, and Pythagorean Theorem. Age 25-35. A geometry nerd who liked museums and the outdoors. Maybe. Another red circle on the newsprint.
SWM, 25, seeks experienced SWF, 30-35, willing to broaden horizons. Raine laughed aloud, drawing the attention of three businessmen at the table next to hers. She raised her coffee cup and grinned at them. A toast to the lameness of middle-aged men. At least the guy in this personal ad was straightforward and honest. He wanted to spice up his sex life with someone a bit more practiced than he was. Who was she to judge?
Turning back to the six-page campus newspaper, she made a red ring around candidate number three. Even men in their twenties seemed to think thirty-eight was over the hill with one foot in the grave. Well, she’d make fools of them the way Gil had made a fool of her. His new twenty-three-year-old girlfriend could have the forty-year-old pig—and Raine would enjoy some hanky-panky with a boy toy or two, or maybe three.
She tapped her fingertips on the keyboard of her laptop, logging into her alternative personal e-mail account. If any turned out to be freaks, she didn’t have to worry about them knowing her real name. Now to compose suitable responses to bachelors one, two, and three.
Dear Younger Man, I enjoy the outdoors, appreciate art, and know more math than the average person. Tell me about yourself. What kind of art do you like? What’s the highest mountain you’ve climbed? What’s your sine? She tapped her finger on her chin. How to close her note to the math geek? Ah. Hope to hear from you soon. Hiker Chick
She hit “send” and moved on to bachelor boy number one. Within five minutes, she answered each of the three ads she’d circled. Surely at least one of them would show some interest in a mysterious, experienced woman.
Closing her computer, she stood to gather her belongings. Purse, leather tote, coffee. She slid her sunglasses from the top of her head down to the bridge of her nose and draped her linen blazer over her arm. With a purposeful stride, she aimed for the exit, ignoring the table of men behind her. Their reflections in the window told her they watched her, as most men of her generation did. They always decided she was old when they found out her age. Fickle, immature pricks. If they could dump her for barely legal babes, she could go on the prowl for young, hot studs.
As she reached for the door, it swung open. Several college kids crowded through the opening, pushing their way to the order counter. Did any of them offer to hold the door for her? Of course not. No, they practically trampled her in their hurry to get a caffeine fix.
As she reached for the door again, another group of students blocked her way. She raised her sunglasses to glare at them. Rude, obnox
ious, and inconsiderate. Not much different from the men she’d dated. Maybe going for a younger guy was a waste of time. Evidently, the entire male population had no clue how to treat any woman with respect.
“Oh, excuse me.” A tall, lanky blond—grad student, maybe—stepped back as she started out the door for the third time. His blue eyes sparkled above a tummy-tickling smile. “Ladies first.”
Amazing. One polite man in a sea of cads. She walked through the open door. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Beside the handsome blond stood a second twenty-something heartthrob. Dark hair and eyes, olive skin, a hint of beard stubble like he’d just rolled out of bed.
Her pulse jumped.
“Anytime.” Another sexy male voice.
She locked gazes with a gorgeous pair of steel-gray eyes. His shaggy, chocolate-brown hair brushed his shoulders and begged for a woman’s fingers to feather through it.
Raine gave a slow nod. “Thank you, gentlemen.”
Catching her breath, she focused on dodging the seams in the sidewalk as she headed back to her office one block west and two blocks south. How in the world can I date men ten, eleven, thirteen years younger than me? What do I have that women their own age don’t? Besides a doctorate in civil engineering.
Gil may have dented her self-esteem, but he hadn’t destroyed it. Any man would be lucky to share drinks, dinner, and a bed with her.
* * * *
Vince Niccolo whistled under his breath at the vision walking down the sidewalk. Fiery red hair, emerald-green eyes, and a body made for posing nude. He rubbed his hand over his bristly chin. “Damn, I’d love to form those curves out of clay, after I spent a couple hours exploring them.”
“I hear you.” Matt Augustine tucked his hair behind his ear and shook his head. “And you know what they say about redheads.”
“Actually, I don’t.” Rafe Leonard held the door as Vince and Matt entered the coffee shop.
“Kinky and unbelievably hot in bed.”
Rafe gave Matt a skeptical frown. “But what are the chances that’s her natural hair color?”
Vince grinned. “Fifty-fifty. Either she is or she isn’t. The fun is in the finding out.”
“You got that right.” Matt pulled his wallet from his back pocket. “Why don’t you grab a table on the patio? We’re going to need some privacy to talk about the project. I’ll get the coffee.”
The project. Vince followed Rafe to the door leading to the outdoor seating as he considered their options. Matt didn’t think they’d have any problems recruiting several potential subjects, but Vince wasn’t so sure. Once they had a pool of interviewees, the details of the project would most likely eliminate most if not all of the candidates. He honestly didn’t expect any of their plan to work.
“How’s this?” Rafe stopped at a table in the corner away from the other patrons.
“Looks fine.”
They sat across from each other, both setting their computers on the table to check for e-mail responses. Logging into the Wi-Fi connection, Vince opened the account he’d set up specifically for this project. Three e-mails already. His muscles tensed. Three? Is that good?
“Hey, Vin, you have anything?”
He nodded. “Yeah. How about you?”
Rafe raised his eyebrows. “Eight. As soon as Matt gets here, we’ll cross-reference.”
Eight? Speak of the horny devil. “We have responses already. Set down the coffee and check your e-mail.”
Half a minute later, Matt laughed and shoved his fingers through his hair. “Holy shit! Twelve people responded to my ad. Wait a minute. ‘Go read a how-to manual’? What the fuck? They aren’t supposed to respond unless they’re interested.”
Vince couldn’t resist a jab. “I told you so. ‘Willing to broaden horizons?’ And using the word ‘experienced’ is like calling a woman a slut. Did you get any that don’t tell you to go jack off?”
“Give me a minute.” Matt’s frown changed to a scowl. “One. One woman wants me to answer some questions about myself.”
Rafe snickered. “Read it to us.”
“Whatever.” He took a quick gulp of coffee before he recited the contents of the e-mail. “‘Dear Younger Man, My horizons are fairly broad. How will you make them broader? I like to try new activities and enjoy learning. Are you looking for a teacher or an equal partner? In what areas? I hope to hear from you soon. Experienced Woman.’”
“Hey, that sounds a little like one of mine.” Leaning back in his chair, Rafe moved his computer to his lap. “‘Dear Younger Man, I might be up for an adventure. What do you have in mind? I know how to have fun, exercise regularly, and am well educated. Are you an athlete? What’s your IQ? Tell me about your favorite adventure. I look forward to your response. Explorer Girl.’”
“What’s the e-mail address?” Vince lifted the cup to his mouth, downing a long swallow. Only one of his could possibly match those two.
Rafe’s smile turned into a full-blown grin. “PlayingInTheRaine. Hey, she must have a sense of humor. That’s a point in our favor.”
“Does it match yours, Matt?”
“Yeah. How about yours?”
Vince nodded. “So, we have one candidate. Let’s answer and see what happens. But for God’s sake, don’t scare her off with your responses. The only way this’ll work is if she agrees to meet all three of us.”
“Hold up, Vin.” Matt raised his right hand, palm out. “We had to read ours. I want to hear what she had to say to you.”
With a nod, Rafe gave Vince a kick under the table. “Sounds fair to me.”
Shit. “Fine. ‘Dear Younger Man, I enjoy the outdoors, appreciate art, and know more math than the average person. Tell me about yourself. What kind of art do you like? What’s the highest mountain you’ve climbed? What’s your sine? Hope to hear from you soon. Hiker Chick.’” Vince braced himself for the childish teasing.
“What’s your sign? How cliché can you get? Even I’ve never used that line.” Tucking his hair behind his ear again, Matt sighed.
“Yeah, that’s pretty lame. The ‘hiker chick’ bit sounds promising, though.” Rafe closed his laptop, setting it on the table.
“Not sign, you idiots. Sine. Like sine, cosine, and tangent. Math humor.” He waited for his cohorts to shoot down their only option. The likelihood of another woman answering all three of their ads was slim.
“Okay, we know she’s at least twenty-nine since she referred to all of us as ‘Younger Man.’” Matt leaned forward, resting his elbows on the edge of the table and rolling his coffee cup between his palms. “She’s brainy, cultured, and adventurous.”
“You’re actually considering her?” Looking back and forth between Matt and Rafe, Vince couldn’t cover his surprise.
Rafe nodded. “Well, yeah. Everybody gets a vote. I say we give her a chance.” He looked at Matt.
“I’m in.”
A weight lifted off Vince’s shoulders. “You both know I want to see if she’ll fit with the project. Thanks, guys. I appreciate it.” Turning his attention to his laptop, he clicked “reply.” “Let’s impress her enough to want to meet us.”
Chapter 2
With a foil pan of Mexican takeout and a glass of red wine on the breakfast bar, Raine kicked off her heels and sat on the only stool. The story of my life. Scarfing down restaurant food at eight o’clock in the evening by herself.
Why shouldn’t she work twelve-hour days? She didn’t have anyone waiting to see her at home. She hadn’t dated since Gil-the-slimeball had dumped her six months ago. Not that she hadn’t been invited. She had been, by every greasy friend and acquaintance of said slimeball. He’d done more than kiss and tell.
He isn’t worth one damn second of thought. Enjoying sex is hardly a crime.
Scooping a bite of black beans, she powered up her laptop. Maybe one of the SWMs had e-mailed her. She needed a diversion from her nonexistent social life—young, hot, horny studs ready for a real woman. Forty-year-old men sur
e as hell didn’t want to learn to please her. Maybe she could train a beginner. Yeah, right. She laughed so hard, she snorted. By the time she finally got someone trained, she’d be too damn old to have sex.
She logged on, typing the name of her favorite online store in the address bar. Should she skip the young studs and go for someone reliable, dependable, and trusty? Battery-powered Richard, Dan, and Ted never failed to give her an orgasm. In her experience, most men considered foreplay optional, skipping the light touches and playful teasing. Strip, a couple flicks across her nipples, a quick finger-dive into her cunt, and they were ready to screw. She might get an okay G-spot O out of the action, but never anything as satisfying as the dolphin gave her. More often than not, her clit slept through the whole event.
Ah, here we go. New products. Expandable Ed. She scanned the description. He was an engineering wonder. Fill Ed with warm water and insert. He expands while you play! Then he shoots his load during vaginal contractions! Great in the shower or bath! She added Ed to her wish list. If her boy toy didn’t pan out, she’d try out a new gadget.
Taking a bite of soggy quesadilla, she surrendered to curiosity. She typed in her password and clicked on her in-box. Junk, trash, garbage. Delete. MAugustine, RLeonard, VNiccolo. All three SWMs. She opened the first, the one seeking an experienced woman.
Dear Experienced Woman, My imagination has few limits. I’m willing to teach and willing to learn. I enjoy sharing my knowledge. Have you ever posed for a nude painting? Or painted a nude? I’ve done both. Don’t let my age fool you into thinking I’m inexperienced. I’d like to meet you so we can tutor each other in the ways of the world. Name the time and place. Matt.
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