by Vivian Ward
Lucas is a magnet for the crazy chicks, so it doesn’t surprise me, but I am curious how crazy he’s talking about.
“What’d she do? She wasn’t crawling around like a cat was she?”
The last time he brought home a stray, she literally crawled around on his bed, hissing, and pawing at him like she was a fucking cat. He ended up calling her a cab and told her never to come back.
He rolls his eyes, but I know he’s picturing that chic. “No, she kept mumbling shit in her sleep. She was saying stuff like, ‘No, no more meds!’ and fighting the air.”
Laughing my ass off, I say, “I don’t know how you find these girls, but I’m glad it’s not me.”
The rest of the drive home is silent as the sunset begins to fade and the moon begins to come out. The minute we enter the house, I immediately start a shower. “I’ll take a quick one so you can have one, too,” I say to Lucas who’s sorting the mail.
“Go ahead. I’m going to see about having some food delivered while you’re in there, so, hopefully, by the time I get out, we can eat.”
After my shower, I text Penny to let her know that we’re home and to see if she wants to hang out. Lucas and I could definitely use the touch of a woman after being on the road, and Penny’s just the woman who can give it to us.
In a strange twist, I actually miss her. I know that I didn’t say it back to her on the phone, but I can’t. Things get too complicated when we let emotions get involved, so it’s better to keep it simple. Lucas and I made a pact to share everything—including girls.
It’s easier that way, to share things, and it’s a lot of fun. Lucas is my best friend, and I love sharing girls with him. It’s like we have this special bond that requires trust and loyalty; it’s a much higher degree than that of a typical best friend relationship. We both have to follow the rules, or it won’t work, and we’re both very good at following the rules. That’s not to say that we can’t have solo nights with the woman we’re sharing. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy Penny by myself before we left.
The only way that we wouldn’t share a girl is if one of us met her on our own, and she was never shared between the two of us because that’s an entirely different type of relationship, but I can’t think of a time that that’s ever happened. Penny certainly doesn’t fall into that category, and she’s too fun not to share. We make a good trio, and I wouldn’t change one thing about it.
Chapter Thirteen
Penny
I’m sitting in my apartment, studying, like I do every night, when my phone goes off with a text from Mason asking if I want to come over to hang out. Of course, I say yes because I’ve been bored and feeling a bit neglected since he and Lucas left for work weeks ago.
There have been a few times that I wanted to go out, but I haven’t because I don’t know what we are and I don’t want to cause any ill feelings, so I’ve just sat at home like a good girl or went and visited Mason’s dad.
That man absolutely adores me, by the way. Every time I go, we have such a good time. Mason is fortunate to have had a dad like him, and he’s told me some hilarious stories about Mason’s childhood. That boy got into so much trouble, and I can see it. He’s a bit of a risk-taker, a dare devil, and likes to live on the edge.
I suppose that’s why he and Lucas are such good friends. They’re very much alike. It’s strange, though. As much as I like Mason, I also like Lucas. It’s just that I like Mason more. He’s so much more personable than his friend, and we get along great. I know that they share things, including girls like me, but I’m not really sure how I’m supposed to act when I go over there.
Am I supposed to be Mason’s….girlfriend? Are we even a thing? Or am I supposed to be there with the two of them? Things are so confusing.
Pulling on a clean t-shirt, I slip on my jeans, and slide my feet into my boots. My hair is a mess, and I have no makeup, so I run a brush through my tangled mess of a mop and apply a little foundation and some mascara.
When I pull up in front of their house, a pizza guy is leaving the house, hopping down the porch steps two at a time. We nod at each other before I knock on the door. Mason opens and smiles.
“Come on in. We just ordered some pizza, would you like a slice?”
I haven’t eaten since lunch at school today, which wasn’t very good, and the smell of the pizza makes my stomach growl.
“Sure,” I say, taking a paper plate from him. “What’s on it anyway?”
“Everything,” says Lucas as he walks out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. “Don’t eat it all!”
He walks into his room and shuts the door, emerging minutes later wearing a pair of sweats that hang low on his lean hips. I never realized how muscular he is, but he has a lot of muscle tone with great definition that pairs well with his tan skin.
“This is good,” I say, taking another bite, trying to chomp off the gooey cheese from the crust.
“It’s Imo’s, what did you expect?” Mason laughs.
Imo’s has always been my favorite pizza place. I remember when they started selling their products in the local grocery stores, I was so happy.
“I’m going to grab a beer,” Lucas says, standing up. “Do you guys want one?”
Mason and I look at each other before nodding.
“I’m going to go see my dad tomorrow,” Mason says as we hear Lucas clinking bottles around in the fridge. “Do you want to go with me?”
“Yeah, actually, I told your dad I was already coming,” I nod.
“You did?”
“Is that a problem?” I ask.
“No,” he shakes his head. “Not at all, I just figured that once I got back, you could use a break. I know how hard it is going to see him.”
Lucas returns with four bottles of beer. Mason looks at him in question with the extra bottle. “I’m thirsty,” he shrugs.
“It’s not hard,” I say. “Well, maybe for you, but not for me. I like visiting him. He’s been telling me stories about you growing up.”
“Oh God,” Mason groans. “What did he tell you?”
“Let’s just say that I know how when you were little, you thought you were like Superman since you had a cape and jumped off the roof of your house, and how you used to try sneaking girls into the house when you thought he wasn’t paying attention.”
Mason puts his head in his hands. “Why did he tell you that?”
“I guess because he likes me. Actually, he told me that he did.”
“Yeah, that sounds like my dad. Thanks again for visiting him. I know you’re busy with school and stuff.”
“Really, it’s not a problem,” I say.
We’re almost finished with our pizza and are all on our second beer because the sausage has been extra spicy tonight when Lucas pipes in and joins the conversation.
“Penny, I’m hurt,” he says, holding his chest. “Why is it that Mason gets all this alone time with you and calls and messages, but I don’t?” He gets up out of his chair to come sit on the other side of me, putting me between the two of them. “It’s not fair that I don’t have your number. We share everything, remember?”
He places his hand on my knee and slowly begins to slide it up my thigh. My eyes are focused on his hand, and my body instantly starts to react to his touch. Mason joins him by doing the same thing to my other leg, slowly moving his hand up my inner thigh until both of their hands meet at my crotch.
“We’ve missed you, Penny,” Mason says, grabbing my pussy through my jeans.
I can already feel myself getting wet, and they’ve barely touched me. I feel like such a slut at how easily my body reacts to the two of them. I should be ashamed, but I’m not.
Lucas’s hand continues, sliding under my shirt until he grips my breasts. My nipples immediately stand on end at the thought and feel of him touching me. Mason’s hand is still where he left it, right on my crotch, rubbing me through my jeans.
Mason leans in, putting his mouth near my neck, making me turn
my head to the side to grant him access as he begins sucking and kissing my throat. Lucas takes this opportunity to start kissing me, a deep, passionate kiss that we’ve never shared and it’s fantastic.
My body feels electrified with both of them stimulating me, each in their own ways. Mason begins working on taking off my jeans while Lucas continues kissing me, massaging my breasts as he squeezes my nipples.
Slipping out of my jeans, Lucas pulls my shirt over my head, leaving me exposed between them wearing nothing but my panties and bra. I should feel vulnerable with the two of them staring down at me, their cocks hard and wanting, but I don’t. I feel empowered.
Mason grabs the thin sides of my lace panties and pulls them down, leaving them around my thighs as he dips his finger inside me. My body betrays me, giving me away. I’m thoroughly wet, and we’ve barely begun.
“Already so wet,” he says, removing his fingers from me, tasting my excitement.
Licking one finger at a time, he saves the last one for me and shoves it in my mouth. Greedily, I suck his finger, eager to taste myself on him.
“Let me see,” Lucas says.
Repeating what Mason just did, he sticks his fingers inside me and removes them. This time, he makes me suck the first finger clean and tastes the rest for himself.
“Turn over,” Mason orders.
I oblige, and roll over on top of Lucas, who begins kissing me immediately as Mason wastes no time pulling my panties the rest of the way off. With my attention focused on Lucas, Mason spreads my legs and places the head of his cock right against my entrance.
Gasping, I wait for him to enter, but he wants to play games. Sliding the wet tip of his cock—that’s covered in my juices—he moves it back and forth between my clit and my opening. I’m dying for him to be inside of me, but he won’t give it to me just yet.
Lucas breaks our kiss and grabs my hair, forcing me to look up at him. “Do you like being shared?” he asks.
Staring into his eyes, I can’t answer him. I don’t want to answer him, but Mason presses his cock against my entrance, allowing the tip to barely slide in and I want more.
I need more.
“Do you like it?” he asks again.
All I can think about is how good Mason’s cock would feel buried deep inside of me, filling me and stretching me, but I know if I don’t answer, he won’t give me what I want.
Biting my lip, I say, “Yes,” and just as I hiss the last sound, Mason pushes himself all the way inside of me.
Chapter Fourteen
Mason
I knew she would say yes. We’ve never had a girl give us any other answer. She held out longer than I thought she would, though.
Judging from her wetness, she’s been ready for this; waiting for this. They’re all the same. Once you get a taste of this, it’s hard to accept anything else.
Her pussy is so tight, it’s gripping my cock, holding onto it. I nod at Lucas, who moves right on cue. Taking his dick out, he pushes Penny’s head down on it, and she eagerly accepts as I start fucking her greedy, wet pussy.
Holding onto her sides, I work my cock until I’m balls deep, and that’s when she really has trouble concentrating on giving Lucas head. She stops for a moment, making his eyes light up. He loves dominating girls with daddy issues.
Whether or not Penny has daddy issues doesn’t really matter, because to Lucas, it’s all the same. He’ll dominate any woman who will submit to him.
He reaches across her torso, and I watch as he raises his hand up in the air before letting it crash down on her ass. She yelps a little but gets right back to sucking his cock. Smiling, he admires his cherry red handprint that’s on her ass while he pushes her head down to take him further.
Gagging, she tries to fight him, but she gives up quickly. I don’t know what it is but I love it when he does that to girls, it turns me on to see him getting his dick sucked while having girls gag on it; but, for some reason, I want him to be easy with her.
I give him the signal to switch things up, which is the only reason he allows Penny to stop sucking his cock.
The two of us grab her and maneuver her so that she’s flat on her back and he goes between her legs while I stand over her head. Lucas is rough with her, not even giving her a minute to accommodate his size before he stuffs her full with his long, thick cock as I occupy her mouth.
Needy, she reaches up and takes me into her mouth, sucking and deep throating my cock. She’s so fucking good at what she does. She takes all of it like a good girl and even ends up gagging on it as I push my way past her tonsils and slide down the back of her throat.
I watch her full, round breasts bounce with each thrust that Lucas delivers. Her rosebud colored nipples are fully erect and hard, her legs spread wide open, taking every last inch of Lucas’s cock. Looking down into her eyes, I see something there.
It must be the way she’s looking at me, but it’s more than lust and want. There’s an attachment, almost like a connection. Looking back over at Lucas, I watch him grab Penny’s thighs and squeeze as he empties his balls in her. That coupled with the fantastic blowjob Penny delivers, I lose it before I have a chance to think about it and come right down her throat. She sucks me clean, swallowing every last drop, and doesn’t release me until I start to go limp.
Lucas smacks her thigh as he whistles, “Damn girl, that was so good. I could do that all the time. Am I right?” he asks me.
“It was so fucking good,” I say. “Too good.” Leaning down, I kiss her on the forehead. “How was it for you?”
Smiling, she stands up and says, “I’m going to have to agree with you, it was too damn good.”
“That’s right,” I smack her sweet ass before I watch it as she walks away, disappearing into the bathroom.
Lucas and I flop down on the couch, sipping our beer while Penny cleans herself up. “She’s the best we’ve had in a while,” he says.
I nod in agreement because it’s true. “I’ve thought all along that she’s different from the others.”
Penny walks out of the bathroom, pulling her shirt down to cover herself until she slips back into her clothes. The two of us watch her dress herself; she has the perfect body, so it’s near impossible to look away from her.
“Well, I’m out of here,” Lucas says, getting off the couch.
“What? Why?” I ask. After the day we had, I don’t know how he has the energy to move another muscle in his body. I’m beat and just want to climb into bed, watch some TV, and go to sleep.
“Party,” he says. “There’s one over on the East Side. Do you two want to go?”
I look at Penny who shakes her head no. “No, it’s okay. You go ahead and go,” I say. “Don’t fall asleep behind the wheel. We’ve been up since the crack of dawn; I don’t know how you do it.”
“I won’t fall asleep,” he says, zipping up his jeans. “I’m the fucking Energizer Bunny. I just keep going, and going, and going.” He beats an imaginary drum as he marches to the door and grabs a baseball cap off the hook. “Later, brother.”
Penny and I have a good laugh as soon as the door shuts. “Is he always like that?” she asks.
“Lucas?” I shake my head. “He never stops. So, what do you want to do? Do you want to hang out, go back home, or what?”
She snuggles up to my side, resting her head on my shoulder as her finger traces the outline of my chest. “I want to hang out. You look exhausted, though.”
I nod, “That’ because I am. I’d suggest we Netflix and chill, but we already did the chill part. How about some TV and we go to bed?”
She cocks her eyebrow, pushing out her bottom lip, “Just go to bed?”
Wrapping my arm around her, I kiss her. “We’ll see. Come on, let’s go get in bed.” Hand in hand, we walk to my bedroom and climb under the blanket together as I flip on the TV. “What do you want to watch?”
Nestling her head against my chest, she looks up at me with those gorgeous, heavy-lidded eyes and says, “I don’t
care. I’m not really here to watch TV, I just want to be with you.”
Chapter Fifteen
Penny
Lying in Mason’s arms, I feel so conflicted. I don’t know what to say or what I should be feeling about all of this. I love being with both of them, but Mason’s the one I really want to be with, and I’m curious if he feels the same connection that I do.
It’s always the two of us who talk, hang out, and spend time together. Lucas just seems like he’s in it for the sex, but Mason’s much different. He puts forth an effort to have a relationship and takes time to get to know me. Lucas is always running off to the next party or chasing after the next girl, but Mason? He stays right here with me.
“You just want to be with me, huh?” he leans over and kisses my cheek, stroking my hair.
“Mhmm,” I purr, snuggling up to him. He flips through the channels, but there’s nothing good on TV. “I have a confession to make.”
Smiling, his eyebrow ticks up. “Oh yeah? And what would that be?”
Rolling onto my stomach, I lay across his chest, looking into his hazel eyes. I’m afraid to tell him what I want to say because I don’t know how he’ll take it, but I think he should know how I feel.
“I really like you,” I say, biting my lip.
“I like you, too,” he says squeezing my ass with a playful grin still on his lips.
“No,” I sit up on my elbows. “Like, I really like you.” The smile fades from his face, so I continue. “Mason, I don’t know if I can keep doing this anymore.”
“Doing what?” his face scrunches.
“This. I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” I say, nodding toward the living room where the three of us just fucked. “I know that you guys have done this plenty of times and that you’re used to it, but I’m not. I’ve never been in anything like this before, but I do know that I want to be with you.”