by Sky Corgan
It's been about a week since I last saw Tristan. The texts have stopped. Perhaps he's gotten the message. At least, I think he has until the following week.
Both him and Shawn show up at my job together. They're dressed to the nines in business suits, looking painfully delicious. A reminder of what I gave up. The store is empty for once, which is highly unfortunate in this circumstance. I have nothing else to focus on but them.
“What can I get you?” I sigh as I step up to the register.
“I take it you made your decision.” Shawn is the first to speak. He looks down on me with cold eyes.
Bile wells up in my throat. I don't want to talk to them. I can't do this. “Jenn, could you handle these two gentlemen? I need to go to the restroom.” I turn to my co-worker before retreating to the bathroom. She has no choice but to wait on them.
I stay in the bathroom for a good five minutes, sitting on the toilet with my head in my hands. What am I going to do? There's nothing I can do. I just need to come up with something to say to them. But what? Nothing comes to mind.
When I finally reemerge from the restroom, the two of them are sitting at a table inside the store, sipping on their coffees. Thank God, Jennifer took care of them. They're out of my hands now, though I doubt that will last.
I continue my work, trying to ignore them, though I can see them whispering and glancing at me out of my peripheral vision. Tristan looks hurt. Shawn looks upset, bordering on angry. I've slighted them. I know that. They came to see me, and I can't even face them.
After about ten minutes, they stand up to leave. Tristan heads straight for the door, not even casting a backwards glance at me. Shawn lingers behind to throw their cups away. I sigh in relief, realizing that it's about to finally be over. They won't come back. There's no reason for them to come back.
Once Shawn finishes throwing their cups away, he approaches the counter again. I consider tossing him off to Jenn a second time, but the register isn't her duty, it's mine, and I can't pretend to have to pee again.
“Want a pastry to go?” I ask nonchalantly.
Shawn stares at me as if I'm stupid. “He's really hurt, you know?”
“I'm hurt too.” I glance around the store, though there's no one around us who could be listening besides Jennifer, and I already know she's listening.
“He really wanted this to work out . . . And so did I.”
“You did?” I arch an eyebrow.
“I had fun with you. We could have had a lot more.” His eyes grow hooded and seductive as he looks at my lips. It makes me feel small and weak and aroused. “We still could.”
“I'm . . . not sure what you're getting at.” My expression turns confused.
“This is your last chance, Sarah. Tristan has been through a lot, and he can't take anymore. Come to the house tomorrow night. Eight o'clock. If you don't show, we'll know it's over. He can't wait for your answer any longer. He needs to start healing.” Shawn turns to look out the window towards Tristan. They brought Shawn's sport car today. Apparently, he got new tires for it, sans asking Ethel for money to replace them.
“Tomorrow at eight, you'll have my answer,” I say shortly.
Shawn nods and leaves without another word, and I watch him walk away and get into the driver's side. He's so attractive. They both are. The thought that I could have both of their naked bodies writing against me. . . I shake the sinful thought away.
“So, are you going to tell me what just happened?” Jennifer asks with an ear-to-ear grin.
“No. I'm not.” I frown, turning away from her so that she'll know to mind her own business. I'm not even sure what just happened. All I know is that they won't be seeing me tomorrow.
***
I tell myself that, but it does little good when the appointed time arrives. At seven o'clock, I'm sitting on my bed wringing my hands together. My eyes flit over to the clock on my bedside table every few minutes. It's counting down to the end. The end of any chance I could have to rekindle my relationship with Tristan. The end of everything. At least, it feels like the end of everything. My heart is throbbing with pain. My feet are itching to move.
I glance at my car keys. I should go, just to give the two of them closure. They got closure at the store though. I'm just trying to make an excuse to see them, to keep from losing them forever.
Seven thirty rolls around. If I don't leave now, I won't get there on time. My butt stays planted to the bed. I have to make it through this. I should get online and distract myself, but I just don't feel social. Or maybe I should talk to Ethel. A good fight would divert my focus.
Seven forty-five. I made it. There's no way I'd show up on time now. It's over.
I stand up and take a deep breath, closing my eyes. Images of Tristan smiling at me near the duck pond play through my head. Cuddling under Shawn's arm, even though he just did it to get me in bed. That stupid moment during the movie where I became weak and fell for him.
Before I know what's happening, I'm in my car speeding down the road. I don't care about my morals. I don't care about Catholic school. All I care about is being happy.
I know I look like a mess when I pull up in front of their house. There's no cute dress to greet them in. Just jeans and a T-shirt that I ordinarily wouldn't set foot outside in. This couldn't wait a second longer though. I'm already late.
My heart pounds in my chest as I take long strides to the front door. I lift my fist to knock and hesitate. I should just ring the doorbell. No, I'll knock. Damn this addle-brained confusion and nervousness.
My fist raps against the door. I push a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I hear footsteps approaching.
Shawn opens the door and glares down at me. “You're late.” He's in an expensive looking gray checkered flannel with a black sweater on top, looking like a million bucks. I can tell by the way he's eying me up and down that he's not keen on my outfit.
“Can I come in?” I ask timidly.
He casts a glance inside, as if debating on the answer. Then he opens the door to me and motions into the foyer with his head. I slink down as I walk past him. The door closes, and I hear Shawn's footsteps as he walks behind me. “He's in the dining room.”
I veer towards the dining room and find Tristan sitting there with his head in his hands. For a moment, I just stand in the doorway, staring at him. All of my emotions come to a head when he looks up at me and smiles. It's like he's seeing me for the first time. No man has ever looked at me the way he is now.
He gets up and crosses the distance between us, pulling me into his arms. “Thank God, you came. I didn't think you would come.”
“I didn't think I would either, to be honest.” There's no point in hiding the truth.
We embrace for what feels like forever. As I look over his shoulder, I can see that the table has been set for dinner. There are candles and wine with three place settings. The moment we disengage from the hug, Tristan gestures to one of the chairs. “Shawn, pull her seat out. I'm going to get the food.” Then he disappears for the kitchen, hurrying to serve us as he always has.
Shawn does as he's told, pulling my chair out like a gentleman. I honestly can't tell if he's pleased that I showed up or not. He's probably just stomaching me for Tristan's sake, at this point. Anyone who hurts his brother is an enemy.
“This is nice.” I look around at the place settings, trying to make idle conversation.
Shawn sits beside me. It seems out of place, like him and I are the couple instead of Tristan and I. I suppose we're all going to be a couple now though, if a couple can imply more than two people.
He reaches out to push my glass of wine towards my hand, then he leans in to whisper into my ear, “Drink up, sweetheart. You're going to need it for the night you're about to have.”
I gulp audibly, wondering what he means. There's no time to ask though. Tristan is already setting a casserole of some sort in front of us along with side dishes. “Enchiladas,” he tells me. Why do I always think it's casserole.
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bsp; I glance over at Shawn, who is intently staring at me. The nervousness I feel inside is enough to make me take a long swallow from the wine glass. This is more awkward than I thought it would be, and the bitterness of the wine offers nothing but a quick distraction.
Soon, we're all seated and served. Everything feels somehow forced, as if there's unspoken tension between us. Maybe I'm the only one who senses it. Things definitely aren't normal though. Of course, they're not. I'm here for . . . I'm not even sure. To reassure Tristan that I still want him? To try to bond with both of them at the same time? I don't even know.
“So, how have you been?” Tristan tries to strike up a conversation.
“Fine.” I nod. “Just working. Nothing new.”
“Same shit, different day,” Shawn chimes in, sounding incredibly bored.
“That's life, isn't it?” Tristan laughs uncomfortably.
“The enchiladas are good.” I nod down at the food, pulling a stringy fork-full of enchilada and cheese away from my plate to take a bite. The food is always good. Tristan is an amazing chef.
“I'm glad you like it.” He smiles across the table at me.
“You're going to make me fat if you keep cooking like this,” I joke, feeling like a repeat from the other times he's fed me.
“I highly doubt that.” He shakes his head.
“So I guess this means you still want to be with us?” Shawn looks straight at me. The intensity of his gaze makes me want to cower. It's like he expects my answer to be no.
“I'm here, aren't I.” I push a strand of hair behind my ear, trying not to seem too weirded out by the whole situation.
“Well then, we should probably hurry up and wrap this up, so we can get down to business.”
“Shawn, calm down. She just got here.” Tristan furrows his brow at his brother.
Shawn's head snaps towards Tristan. “I know you're trying to postpone the inevitable, but she needs to know what it's going to be like being with us.”
“Stick to the plan. There's no point in rushing things.”
“The plan?” I look between them. I can't help but get the feeling I'm being set up again.
“Yes,” Tristan sighs in my direction. “We're going to try to do a little bit of me and then a little bit of him. Shawn is just being greedy right now.” He glares across the table at Shawn.
“Have you guys ever done anything like this before?” My expression is skeptical.
“No,” Shawn replies. “My brother thinks it's important to ease you into things. He likes to coddle and set the scene. Patience isn't one of my virtues though.”
“Obviously,” Tristan laughs. “It never has been.”
The mood is lifted for a few brief moments, but then we settle into silence again as we continue eating. This is awkward, and it doesn't exactly stimulate my appetite. Still, the food is good, so I try to just concentrate on that. Only that. Who knows what's coming next?
We finish our meal and drain our glasses. Even I don't hesitate in taking down the wine. When our plates and glasses are empty, Tristan clears the table while Shawn and I wait.
I try to keep my attention on Tristan. His style is a bit different than Shawn's. Instead of wearing slacks, he's in faded blue jeans which he paired with a dark blue and white dress shirt, a gray tie, and a beige blazer. They're both a bit too dressed up for the occasion.
“Shall we?” Shawn stands and offers me his hand when the cleanup is finished.
I give them both an apprehensive look, but Tristan's expression is pure hope, so I decide to follow Shawn's lead. He walks me towards the stairs with Tristan tagging along behind. Again, we feel out of sequence, but who am I to complain. This is what I signed up for, after all. Both of them. It's a staggering thought.
As soon as we start heading up the stairs, I know what's coming next. There's only one reason we go up these stairs, and it's not to take a nap. My heart beats faster with each step, though when we divert to Tristan's bedroom, I do feel a bit calmer.
Once we're inside, the boys start undressing almost simultaneously. I'm left standing there dumbstruck, wondering why they didn't bother to warm me up more. If Tristan had his way, things probably would have gone a lot slower, but Shawn is rushing him, and I'm not sure I'm ready for this. I just settled into the idea of being with both of them. I never really prepared myself for what that means on a physical level.
“Get on the bed.” Shawn nods toward the bed.
I do as I'm told, looking for any direction that I can get.
As soon as they're both shirtless, they approach me from behind. My stomach is a ball of nausea as I realize that both of them are going to have me at the same time. This is taboo. Wrong on so many levels. But I still want it. Images play through my mind of what could happen. It's hot. Very hot. But it doesn't prepare me for reality.
Shawn crawls up on the bed first, straddling my legs and sliding his hands up under my shirt. I blush madly as he pulls it all the way up over my breasts along with my bra. I'm so flustered that I barely notice Tristan kneeling on the bed in front of me. Why does he always have to allow his brother to take the lead? While Shawn is undeniably sexy, I need Tristan's hands on me to make me feel more at ease with this.
I get my wish faster than I thought I would. While Shawn gropes my right breast, Tristan leans in to take my left nipples between his teeth. A short gasp escapes my lips as pure desire races through me. I tilt my head back to moan, and Shawn claims my lips, kissing me deeply while he pinches and twists the nipple that's not occupied by Tristan's mouth. My body is already trembling with arousal. This is sensory overload beyond my expectations, and it's only going to get more intense as things progress.
Shawn pulls away from me to continue disrobing, but Tristan remains firmly rooted in place. He's being gentle and sensual, lavishing affection on my breast, kissing and sucking and nibbling and driving me insane.
Once Shawn's pants are off, he climbs back onto the bed and swings around to suck on my other nipple. My cheeks brighten as I look down and see both of them, their eyes closed in lust, their mouths moving on top of my flesh. It's so unreal. Two gorgeous wealthy men at the same time. One who is in love with me. One who eventually will be, hopefully, if this all plays out right. I want to touch them, to hold them against me, but I'm too nervous.
“Lie down,” Shawn tells me as he pulls away from my nipple with a wet popping sound. Tristan backs off as well, and I acquiesce, lying in the middle of the bed for them.
Tristan quickly goes to work unfastening and pulling off my jeans. Meanwhile, I watch Shawn take his massive tool out of his boxers and stroke it precariously over my face.
I help Tristan get my pants and underwear off before I pull my shirt over my head and reach around to unhook my bra. Within minutes, I'm naked, laid out on display before them.
Tristan immediately begins playing with my pussy. My body comes to life as he rubs back and forth across my folds, lightly pinching my clit a few times before he presses two fingers inside of me. I gasp as he fills me, my back arching, pushing one of my breasts right up into Shawn's hand. He tugs on my nipple before grabbing my hand and guiding it to his cock.
I start stroking him, and in return, he continues playing with my tits while Tristan withdraws his fingers and leans in to begin licking my folds instead. There's so much going on that it's hard to focus on one thing. Shawn scoots closer to me on the bed and leans his hips forward, pointing his dick towards my mouth. I'm almost forced to take it between my lips. This is what he wants. Hopefully, it's what they both want.
The stimulation of being eaten out while sucking Shawn's cock at the same time is intoxicating. Coupled with Shawn relentlessly teasing my nipples, I'm in sexual heaven. I know that what I'm doing is wrong, but it just feels so right. My body has never been so pleasured before, and I'm sure it's only going to get better. Already, I can feel my cunt pulsing with the need to feel them both inside of me. Hopefully, they'll want to take turns. I don't think I could handle do
uble penetration. Not yet. Maybe eventually though.
Shawn is being less than demanding, and I'm thankful. From the position I'm in, I can barely bob on his manhood. I feel lazy but so blissfully happy at the same time. I just wish he was naked. I like seeing his naked body.
I back away from his cock and stare up at him. “Take them off,” I say as I tug on the waistband of his boxers.
“As you wish, princess.” He smirks at me, moving away to pull the boxers off before returning to me and allowing me to pick up where I left off.
I suck on just the tip of his cock, doing the best I can while I stroke him off at the same time. If he's not enjoying it, I can't tell. He's not moaning, but his eyes are hooded, and he seems to be happy. At least, he's a lot less cold than he has been all night.
I moan around his cock, pulling it out of my mouth to lick the tip occasionally. Despite my initial apprehension, I'm quite enjoying myself. Everything feels so good. The cock in my mouth. Tristan's tongue between my legs. Maybe this is how it was always supposed to be, and I just didn't know it. It feels too good to be wrong.
Apparently, the boys are playing a subtle game of follow the leader. Tristan stops munching on my muffburger to crawl up on my other side and present me with his cock. I let out a short misplaced giggle as I reach over to grab it and stroke them both off at the same time.
Tristan gives pause to pull off his pants and boxers before I start sucking his dick, and Shawn moves down to eat me out instead. To my surprise, Tristan is a bit more demanding about the dick sucking. He cradles my head and draws me to him for leverage, helping me push myself more deeply onto him.
Shawn's cunnilingus is a lot more intense as well. His tongue flits across my clit so quickly that I almost can't help but orgasm. Between the two of them, I wonder how many climaxes I'm going to have tonight. They're both so good in bed.
Shawn presses a finger inside of me as he continues to lick my clit, fulfilling my need to be filled. I'm craving something much bigger though. Now that they've given me an orgasm with their mouths, I want an orgasm from something else. The thought makes me feel greedy.