Romance: Seducing The Quarterback

by Stacie Duncan

  “I won’t last,” he declared.

  Neither would she. He was so large, so well-endowed that with the last thrust, Jennifer was clenching helplessly around him with one of the most powerful and unforgettable orgasms she had ever experienced in her life.

  She pounded the plush bedding with a clenched fist, exorcising the exquisite pleasure that burst throughout her. Heat rushed through her and she came in a whole new dimension. Pulsing on his hardness while he was in a different place was now her new favorite. Jennifer was now a completely devout fan of anal sex.

  Separating was a little bit tenuous. She rushed into the bathroom to freshen first. She ran a shower and invited Palmer and Caitlin to join her. The tub was large enough for all three to easily and comfortably stand.

  Palmer handed Caitlin the soap and tasked her to bathe him. Caitlin washed him with dainty movement. Jennifer was refreshed. She pulled back the curtain of the shower, prepared to step out.

  Careful not to make her slip, Palmer grabbed her hair, reeling her back into the tub.

  “Where are you going?” he asked.

  “I thought I would leave you two alone,” she replied.

  He scolded her with a stare.

  “Fine,” he said firmly. “Please wait on the bed for me.”

  Jennifer did as she was told. She could hear the sounds of Palmer, as she would put it, “banging the holy moly” out of her sister. They were going at it hot and heavy. Jennifer speculated that Palmer was indeed very strong if he was able to maintain the balance for both of them in the slippery shower.

  The very distinct sound of the shower head being removed from the holder on the wall was heard followed by the approving squeals of Caitlin as no doubt Palmer aimed it for her maximum pleasure. The couple culminated to orgasm very quickly. Caitlin was positively growling with ecstasy and he grunted in response.

  Someone gave the water a punch, shutting it off. The couple emerged from the bathroom glistening. Jennifer was completely relaxed on top of the bed. Palmer picked up the champagne bottle and spilled some in Jennifer’s navel. He licked it up.

  She was very surprised after the pleasure she had given him and the pleasure her sister had given him that he was so quickly at it again. He nudged her up, and encouraged her to rest against the head board. He took a seat in an overstuffed chair. He was the audience and she was the performer. He wanted her to play something for him.

  Jennifer was happy to oblige. She had a favorite thing she did when she gave herself pleasure. She liked to give herself multiple orgasms in a row. She tilted her head back, bent her knees up and her feet wide on the mattress and began.

  Her eyes were closed but she could hear that Palmer was taking pictures. She felt the weight of her sister crawl on the bed beside her. They both were pleasuring themselves as Palmer watched.

  “Please let me know when you are about to come,” he said.

  Jennifer spied out of her lowered eyelid. He was now videoing them. It made her nervous but in an excited way. It intensified her turn on. Every circle and touch pushed her higher on that climb of ultimate rapture.

  She burst with a wondrous climax. Jennifer found that if she touched the soles of her feet together, it aligned her skeleton and flesh just perfectly for the maximum pleasure as she came. The weight of her knees as they fell apart creating sweet tension. Her clenching sensitive core collided against itself with ecstasy.

  She called out to announce her pleasure. Caitlin was right behind her. Her sweet, light cries sung out of an intense orgasm. Jennifer waited as her pleasure ebbed and began making the pressured circles again, bringing herself to life again. She could do this about three or four times in a row, and usually did when she gave herself pleasure.

  The second orgasm in the series was always the sweetest. It consumed her. She was possessed with it like thunder shaking a house. It pushed up through her, washing every single cell and nerve in her. The power of her sweet seizing core was intensified as well. It was, next to the orgasm that she had shared with Palmer during anal sex, her favorite orgasm ever.

  The announcement that she was coming roared from deep within her. Palmer crawled across the mattress between the sisters and toyed with them both as they played with themselves. He took turns kissing them both until they were all lazily satisfied. He looked at the digital clock on the night stand. They had been there now for almost two hours.

  “Ladies,” he said. “This had been an amazing couple of hours. I need to go home now. You may stay as long as your sweet hearts’ desire.”

  Jennifer and Caitlin awoke the following morning, changed women. They scrounged around the room for their things. On the one hand sleeping the night away in the luxurious suite was such a convenience. They didn’t have to trek down to the sketchy parking garage to get in their car, if the garage was even opened by the time the twins and Palmer finished.

  It was a shame however, walking out in the bright clear light of day in clothing that was obviously meant for the night. Just as she thought they had gathered everything up, Jennifer remembered the contract. Of course, Palmer would honor their agreement. Two against one if he didn’t. But better to have the terms in his own handwriting just for protection.

  It could not be found anywhere. This made no sense. There had been no cleaning crew in. The room service dishes were stacked inside, not out. Nothing but Palmer left the room.

  “Do you think Jonathan took it?” asked Caitlin.

  “Let’s give him the benefit of the doubt, I guess,” said Jennifer who kept looking.

  She wondered if the fact that the piece of paper that reflected Palmer Ideas’ promise to employ, went missing was Palmer’s way of going back on his word. She sat on the bed and dialed.

  “What are you doing?” asked Caitlin.

  “I am calling him. I just want to hear it from him that he doesn’t know where the paper is,” said Jennifer.

  But Palmer didn’t answer.

  Chapter Five

  Caitlin more than Jennifer was bummed out that Palmer didn’t answer the telephone or return their contacts for days. They had to make a collective decision to just not call him.

  “I think we were screwed. Literally,” said Caitlin.

  “Okay then,” said Jennifer. “We still need to find work. We aren’t having luck in our field. Shall we just go for anything? Like waiting tables or tending bar?”

  “That actually might be kind of fun. For the summer. Keep looking in the meantime,” said Caitlin.

  They thought it was hilarious that they landed employment with a restaurant chain that had them wearing teen shorts and Lycra T-shirts. They started immediately. Weeks went by since their stint with Jonathan Palmer.

  The twins worked hard but the charm of the job wore off fast. They were looking forward to the close of a shift. They were going to go home and rethink their summer plans. The manager approached them with the news that a large party had just come in. The restaurant needed Caitlin and Jennifer to wait on the party. Caitlin cursed through gritted teeth.

  “This is not happening,” she said.

  “It’s money,” reminded Jennifer. “When this is over, we’ll go somewhere and I’ll buy you a drink.”

  As she and Caitlin helped the hostess push together tables for the large party, Jennifer spied reflections in the restaurant windows. Those looked like employees from Palmer Ideas. Now she was with her sister. She was livid. That was if Jonathan Palmer was among the guests. Otherwise, she conceded. She had nothing against these people.

  Finally, the tables were ready for the last minute guests. Jennifer, Caitlin and the hostess passed out menus. Jennifer broke out her notepad and pen to take orders, when in waltzed Jonathan Palmer. She was so so cold.

  Their eyes met. Caitlin joined in. The three of them stood mutely and connected in a way that only the three of them knew about. What was so infuriating was that Jennifer and Caitlin had to be polite.

  “Thanks for taking us so late,” said Palmer. “We’re c
elebrating.”

  “Congratulations,” Jennifer said, cutting him off. “Shall we start with drinks?”

  The service of the party was by the book. Neither Caitlin nor Jennifer made an error or let their anger towards Jonathan Palmer interfere with their professionalism. Even on this level. They connected in the kitchen and decided together to take the upper road.

  When dinner done and the bill paid, the party complimented them directly and to their manager. But as they were clearing the table, neither Jennifer nor Caitlin could find the tip. It wasn’t on the credit card slip and it wasn’t left on the table. They asked their manager. He was at a loss. No one gave him a tip either.

  That was it. Jennifer stormed out in the parking lot hoping to find just one person from the party. She was going to tell all. Tell them how their boss spent several kinky hours in a hotel room with her sister and her. How he was into spanking. She was going to tell all.

  As images of those hours with Jonathan Palmer rummaged through her head, she was nearly immobilized with passion. She had turned herself on with recalling the erotic session. When she shook herself from her daze she saw, leaning on the end of his car cool as could be, Jonathan Palmer. Jennifer charged him, raised a hand to slap him. He caught it mid swing, drew her to him and kissed her hard.

  He didn’t even try to hide it. Jennifer’s body lilted up against his. Palmer glided his powerful hands down the length of her spin to grip her buttocks. He kissed her lazily, sweeping his wet hot tongue deep inside her mouth. The touch of his tongue went straight to her core. She was aching and wet for him. But she was struck with anger towards herself for letting him taste her when he had broken their deal. She pulled back.

  “Hey,” she scowled. “You took the contract. You just ripped us off on the tip.”

  He looked at her with that hungry, hot, dominant glint. “I had to be sure.”

  “Sure of what?” she replied suspiciously.

  “That if I pissed you off enough you wouldn’t go blab about what happened between us,” he said.

  Jennifer blinked. She was shocked. That was it?

  “So then you’ll honor our deal? Why would you if you had to prove you could trust us instead of just trusting us,” she argued.

  “Take it or leave it,” he replied sternly. “Let’s face it, you didn’t trust me either.”

  “You broke our deal,” she challenged. By this time Caitlin joined them in the parking lot,

  “Did I?” he asked her.

  She laughed. “Of course you did. You took our contract and you wouldn’t answer our calls. You didn’t follow through on your word.”

  “I said I would hire you. I didn’t say when. Technically I haven’t broken my word. Maybe someone needs to teach you a lesson in patience.” His voice was low and scolding.

  “Whatever,” she replied, feeling a little foolish, though she wasn’t completely buying it.

  “We were just celebrating absorbing a small marketing firm. You may be familiar with them. I brought the team here on purpose because I believe in one of your rambling voicemails you mentioned you were reduced to working here,” he said.

  Jennifer and Caitlin continued to listen.

  “And I announced to everyone that I wanted to hire you two. I showed them your portfolios. I had the guys from the company we acquired testify as to why they wanted to hire you. My people had to see for themselves,” he said.

  “And what did you say to them? Look how cool they are when I don’t tip them?” scoffed Jennifer.

  Palmer shook his head and smiled. “I think someone wants a spanking. What do you think Caitlin?”

  “I think I want the job you promised. Save the games for the bedroom,” she answered.

  Jennifer raised her eyebrow. “We have side work. We need to go back into the restaurant now.”

  Palmer pulled out his wall. He handed a bill to each of the sisters. One hundred dollars to Caitlin and to Jennifer.

  “You can start any time,” he said. “I know it was fun and games to both of you. It was to me as well. But it also kind of meant something to me. I would like to see you two again.”

  “What happens when or if we start work?” Jennifer asked. “Are you going to be saying things like that?”

  Palmer cut his eyes at her. “Good night ladies.”

  Jennifer looked at Caitlin whose look said she was feeling the same way too.

  “Jonathan wait,” said Jennifer. “What are you doing tonight? We can be done with here in an hour. Can we come over?”

  “I would love nothing better but I am a little tired. Do what you’ve got to do for this employer. Come with me to Palmer Ideas or not. Let me know. Either way please keep in touch. Oh and girls,” he paused. He looked them up and down. “Nice uniforms.”

  Jonathan Palmer got in his sweet little vintage Jaguar and drove away. Jennifer and Caitlin finished up their shift. They went back to their apartment, discussing the pros and cons. They could actually support themselves for now on the restaurant job.

  “We could start our own business,” said Caitlin

  “Crossed my mind too. If we go to work for Jonathan, we can’t fool around with him,” said Jennifer.

  “I miss him,” admitted Caitlin.

  “So do I,” said Jennifer.

  She did. Thinking about him now, especially that she knew that he was just testing them, Jennifer ached for him. Craved him. It was kind of a ridiculous position to be in. She couldn’t have a relationship with a man and share him with her sister? She wanted him too.

  The twins showered and crashed. They were exhausted from work and from hashing out the possibilities of their future.

  Their next shift at the restaurant didn’t start until four p.m. Even though they had just gone to bed, they woke briefly just after sunrise to see that it was indeed a beautiful day.

  “Hey,” Jennifer nudged Caitlin, for they had shared Jennifer’s double bed. “Let’s go down to the pool. We can sleep there.”

  Caitlin grumbled. She woke slowly. Jennifer forced herself to wake up and change into her bathing suit.

  “Come down. I am heading out.” said Jennifer.

  She gathered up her smallest bathing suit and went into the bathroom. She brought her cell phone in. Even though she shared everything with her sister, she flipped on the fan for privacy. She propped up her cell phone, set it on a timer and posed in her bikini.

  She bent over and grabbed her ankles. The pose flexed her glutes in the most spectacular way. The backs of her legs were taut and smooth. They met the dip formed by the curves of her buttocks as they rose from her thighs. Her sweet pink lips were showcased by the muscled, curvaceous cheeks. It was a great shot. She sent it to Palmer.

  Next, she oiled up her legs and around her bikini line. She videotaped herself shaving. She sent that to him as well. She dressed, slipped some shorts over her bathing suit, packed up some fruit and water and went to the pool.

  On purpose she left her phone in the apartment. But not before texting Caitlin who had been asleep really when she talked to her, about where she was. If Palmer replied, she was going to ignore it. She was glad he had always intended to hire them but Jennifer felt like playing a game back at him.

  Jennifer jumped into the pool water. It was refreshing and relaxing. She laid herself out on a chaise. She fed herself iced cold water melon and sipped water. The sugar in the fruit helped her nestle down into a nap. She had only had a few hours of sleep and the little bit of activity, made her sleepy. She dozed.

  A big giant cloud blocking the sun woke her after she had hit a deep and sound slumber. Jennifer awoke thinking she was about to be the victim of a thundershower. She sat up and saw the tall and delicious Jonathan Palmer was the culprit causing the shadow.

  “Good afternoon,” he said with a smile in his voice.

  His thick sandy hair was disheveled. He wore chrome mirrored sunglasses, loosely buttoned cotton shirt and faded shorts. Jennifer thought he was beautiful.

  “
Hi,” she said groggily.

  Caitlin was reclined on the lawn chair next to her. She was in her bikini and oiled up for sun bathing.

  “Is this yours?” he lectured her gently.

  He showed her own picture on his cell phone. She nodded.

  “Sure looks like me,” she grinned.

  “Is that the way you answer my questions?” he asked in a pretend stern voice.

  “Oh yeah,” she replied deliberately being disrespectful. “I mean yes sir, they are me.”

  He eyed her like she had crossed a line. Like he was going to punish her.

  “Where’s your bathing suit?” Jennifer asked him. “Sir.”

  “Roll over on your stomach please. You need sunscreen,” he said.

  Jennifer rolled over and submitted. Palmer untied the back of her top so that if she lifted up she would be naked from the hips up. He spilled the contents of the sun-heated bottle onto the middle of her back. He worked it in tenderly but firmly into her muscles.

  “You’re good at that,” she murmured.

  He had an amazing touch of massage. He turned to tend to Caitlin. Jennifer watched as Palmer touched her sister. She suspected that they had been together before they came down to the pool.

  “Does that feel good?” he asked Caitlin.

  Caitlin sleepily nodded. Palmer’s hands glided all over her. His fingers disappeared in between her legs. Jennifer’s sister’s spine arched in delight of the sensation he gave her. He turned his gaze at Jennifer as he felt up Caitlin.

  Jennifer thought he was so wicked in a delicious way. Just one look at him and she was entranced. She was hot. She was hungry. He must have known it. He leaned over to her and kissed her hungrily.

  “Can we please go upstairs?” she whispered.

  “You guys go,” mumbled Caitlin.

  Palmer took Jennifer by the hand. They walked across the surround pool area into the bottom floor of the apartment building. As they passed the laundry room, he whisked her inside of it and closed the door. He leaned her over his knee and spanked her with three hard-enough swats.