Writing Our Love

by Sammi Cee

  “Well, considering we’re on a date, I thought that much would at least be obvious.”

  Taking a deep breath, she clears her throat. “Then I think there are some things we should talk about. And I’d like to start with your friendship with Eli.”

  Eli

  Coop called me last night, and I’ve never heard him sound happier. I’d worried about his lack of committing to anyone in all these years I’d known him. He’s the greatest guy with so much love to give. After his dad’s death several years ago, I knew he’d been lonely for family. Unlike my relationship with my parents, him and his father were very close right up until the end.

  He told me all about Shayna, and she sounds like a great lady. I can’t wait to meet her. I cracked up when he told me how they met, and that his bright idea to get closer to her had been to offer up details about his sex life. What a dumb-ass. I’m not surprised she’d had concerns about entering into a relationship with him. No one wants to hear about the sex life of a potential partner. At least, I wouldn’t. But that’s Coop, if she said she was struggling a little with sex scenes between her two characters, he’d be the one to selflessly give up on the potential to date her so that he could help her achieve her dreams.

  What surprised me the most though was her willingness to meet me after he gave her the details of what we used to get up to. He assured me he didn’t tell her about my past since it’s my business to tell, but that he had shared details about the women we took home from time to time. But he said that she didn’t seem put off by that at all, she thought it was sweet that he’d been there for me and had been willing to help me find my groove. Coop doesn’t know that to this day though, I still never remove my shirt. It was only during those times with him present that I was willing to. There wasn’t a lady we ever met who was gonna walk away from a chance to get Coop in bed.

  I wonder if it’s strange that I’d never had a problem with us being naked in a room together in such intimate proximity. Coop was openly bisexual, but I’d never desired a man at all. Still don’t. It’s not that objectively I can’t tell when a man is nice looking, but not to the point of wanting to go to bed with him or anything. After taking enough girls home together, Coop and I had definitely ended up doing stuff, but it was Coop, my best friend, and it’d seemed natural. Not weird.

  Thinking back, I remember the first time we’d really messed with each other. We’d actually asked the girl out for a date instead of her being some random drunken hook-up. It was when I was around twenty-two and Coop was concerned that with me not dating in years, I wouldn’t remember how to treat a lady. Ha! The last time I’d even had a date was right before I turned seventeen, so I’m pretty sure I’d never known how to treat a lady. I’d been a selfish teenager, full of angst and hormones. It’s no big surprise that the friends I’d had deserted me after my accident, or that I really had no one who cared about me once my partying days were done. Or rather, once me supplying the money for the booze and alcohol was done.

  Anyway, we’d taken this beautiful red head out to a nice restaurant. Coop had asked her questions about herself and was genuinely interested in her answers. We already knew she was into the whole going home with both of us together, but all the way through dinner, he made it about more than just that. There was no doubt he’d made her feel special. That being one of the obvious differences between me and Coop, I couldn’t even tell you what her name was, but I bet if I called Coop right now, he’d remember.

  But it had been an eye-opening night for me. He was so polite and attentive to her from the minute we picked her up all the way to getting her back to her place. I’d never realized before Coop and I started messing with ladies together what a voyeur I was. I mean, I knew I had a healthy obsession with porn when I was a teenager, but I’m not sure if I actually cared about getting in on the action when Coop and I got someone alone. Just watching the way he touched a woman used to get me horny. He was always so gentle and patient. He treated each one like she was special.

  So it was no surprise when we got our foxy red-head alone that it had gotten hot and heavy quickly. While he drove us to her house, she’d squirmed her way into the backseat and straddled my lap, and we’d started kissing. I don’t know how long we’d been parked when I’d realized the car was no longer moving, and we were in her driveway.

  She’d given me one last kiss, and we’d all gone straight to her bedroom. I’d followed behind Coop, and before I was even all the way in her room, she’d stripped her dress over her head and had laid down with Coop falling on top of her. Instead of rushing over, I’d done my favorite thing to do, I’d leaned against the wall and watched.

  As Coop went from kissing her mouth to trailing his tongue down her neck to her nipples, she’d started yanking his shirt up. He’d leaned up just enough to whip it over his head before attaching his mouth over her nipple and sucking. I could see the pull of his cheeks from the suction, and she’d let out a low moan. Looking over at me, she’d whispered, “I don’t care if you just watch for now, but as his clothes come off, so do yours.”

  Even with as self-conscious as I was about my scar, there was no way I was denying the little vixen on the bed whatever she asked for. I’d reached back and pulled my shirt over my head, hesitating only a minute before I let it slip from in front of my scar onto the floor. Before I could doubt myself, Coop had asked her, “Isn’t he sexy?”

  Her reply of, “So sexy,” ended on a moan as Coop moved over to her other nipple. I’d watched as he used his teeth to gently tug on her while his other hand slipped down between her legs. They were both breathing heavily, and I couldn’t get my dick out of pants fast enough to alleviate the pressure from it getting hard. For whatever reason, it was the most erotic encounter we’d ever had with a woman. I don’t know if it was that we’d taken her out, and we all weren’t hammered drunk, or if it was the fact that as Coop licked, nipped, and sucked all down her with her hands fisted in his hair, she’d never taken her eyes off me.

  When Coop had leaned up to slip his pants off, she’d flicked her hand at me, and I’d pushed my pants and boxers down, too, and returned to my spot leaning against the wall. As Cooper went back over her completely naked, he’d put his hands on the insides of her legs and completely spread her open before bending down to suck her pussy. I began to get frustrated that my view was impeded by her knee when Coop turned his face just enough to look me in the eye as he’d pushed her knee down flat and gave me a perfect view of his tongue flicking out to lick her clit.

  Moving my hand down, I could no longer resist taking myself in hand and stroking over my cock. Our date for the night said, “Come here. Let me help you with that.”

  As I’d approached her bed, she’d opened her mouth, and I’d known exactly what she wanted to do. I’d put one knee up on the edge and inched towards her as she’d contorted her upper body to get my hard dick into her mouth. Glancing back and forth between Coop licking and sucking on her pussy to her bobbing her head up and down on me, I got impossibly harder than I’d ever been. Then she’d said something that none of our conquests had ever said before, she leaned back just enough to talk, her lips flitting against the head of my cock with her words, “You can touch each other, I don’t mind.”

  I knew Coop was into guys. I wasn’t, so obviously we’d only ever picked girls up together to share, not guys, but her giving that permission seemed so freeing to me in the moment. It’d honestly never entered my mind to touch him. Coop moved from between her legs and reached down into his pants and got a condom which he rolled on as he moved back up her body. Getting up on his knees, he’d leaned toward me and asked, “Do you want to taste her?” We’d never kissed, we’d never touched beyond the occasional contact when two people are working their way around one body, but between her words and his question, I’d had to know what she tasted like from his mouth.

  Leaning in, it was the first of many times that I’d kiss Coop during a threesome. After that, we’d often kiss after one of
us had gone down on someone. His kiss had been aggressive, not the sweet passionate ones I’d seen him give, but it made me that much hotter. When we’d come up for air, he’d smiled at me, leaned down and kissed the girl —who’d popped off my cock to watch us kiss— and then he plunged his dick into her.

  As her body had bowed and she’d arched back from his initial thrust, I somehow found myself still on the bed, but kneeled directly between her head and where he was on his knees pushing into her. Leaning up to kiss him one more time, I’d felt her hand begin to stroke up and down my cock. But then as her hand went up to stroke around the head, I felt a firmer grasp down my length. Pulling back from the kiss, I’d looked down to see both of their hands working me together. In no time at all, I came. Worn out, a little confused, and completely happy, I’d laid down next to the red-head and continued to kiss her while he continued to rock into her. It was the hottest night of my life to that point, but also changed our dynamics when we took a woman to bed with us.

  However, the one thing that’d never changed was he’d remained my best friend. And I was so happy to know that he thought he’d found his one.

  Diary Excerpt

  I managed to finally write my first sex scene after Cooper went into detail about an encounter him and Eli had with a woman outside a bar. I didn’t rewrite what he said, but when he’d been describing it, I could picture the MC’s in my own book in a similar situation, minus the lady. I forwarded it on to Carl and Irene and they both said I did a great job.

  * * *

  Irene’s the only one I’m sharing some of the super-hot details that Coop is giving me, just because I know there’s no way she’ll judge me for dating Cooper, even though I know his sex history. And damn, what a history it is. His first date was with a girl, and they were together from middle school into high school when he lost his virginity to her. His next boyfriend was a guy he met at an electronics store. Coop was still in high school and the guy was in college. Apparently, he was quite the teacher.

  * * *

  But his sexy times went to a whole new level once he left home for the military. He messed with different people for the first couple of years, but after that, once Eli and him started with the threesomes, he really became quite the little player. It is interesting to me that except for me, he’s hasn’t dated since high school, and he’s also never picked up women except with Eli. All his other conquests, his alone conquests, have been male. I wonder if there’s something to that or if I’m reading too much into it. I wonder.

  Shayna

  Three

  Shayna

  The last week had been incredible. Putting the finishing touches on my dining room table, I can’t wait for the night ahead. It’s been exactly two weeks and a day since we met now. We went to watch Sean and visit with Bobby last night at the place where we first met. Bobby was so cute. He moved the people sitting on the stools we’d sat on that first night so that we could sit on them.

  But tonight, Coop is coming here for dinner for the first time. He’d been in the house for a nightcap after every time we went out, but he’d told me at the first dinner he wanted to take things slow. I spoke to my friend, Ruth, earlier about my whole relationship with Coop, how we met, how he’d told me his sex tales with other men, and his conquests with Eli, and while we both agreed he’s very sweet to want to make sure I feel special, yeah, well, I feel special enough. At forty-two, I’m not getting any younger, and I intend to seduce my man tonight. I’ve dated so randomly over the years that I’ve made my toys enough, but now, after Coop’s kisses and how attentive he is emotionally and mentally, I yearn for the physical. I crave the caress of his hands on my body; I want to be under him and feel his strength as he settles on top of me. And I want to know if I can make him lose control.

  Shaking my head to clear my thoughts before I attack Coop the minute he walks in, I glance critically around one last time. Through the years I’ve lovingly decorated my house to be a reflection of me. The imprints of Shelly are definitely here as well, but my house embodies who I am. Fresh flowers are on the front hall closet and the kitchen table. Changing them out is my reward every week for making it through one and getting ready to start another. I’ve kept my wall colors a beige with chocolate accent walls through the main house because I love to use bright color pops throughout to make it bright and cheery. My bedroom and bathroom have been done the same way with grey as the base and yellow and red pops for color.

  The quilts that are placed in various spots around the house have been lovingly collected over the years. They all represent a point in my life, or I’ve just loved the mix of colors. Shelly and her friends have always loved that I keep a trunk of soft throw blankets that they could snuggle up with to watch movies or study.

  But my pillows, my pillows are my favorite thing. While most would probably consider it obsessive, I love the closet of pillows I keep that are in all different shapes and colors to be interchanged based on seasons or my moods. My collection of pillows can transform my house into a different color palate that I want to focus on, or they can make the house festive for a certain season or holiday. My poor daughter thinks I’m nuts, but I’ve already noticed that she’s doing much the same thing in the apartment she shares with her roommate at school.

  At the same time as I hear my doorbell ring, the buzzer goes off on the timer on my oven. I run in and whip off the foil on my lasagna before dashing to the door to lean up and give Coop a kiss on the cheek before running back to the kitchen to set the timer for ten more minutes. Turning back to go find him, he’d made himself at home and followed me into the kitchen.

  “Well, what was all that, Shayna-girl?” he asks with a chuckle.

  Digging deep to tap into my inner diva, I strut right up to Coop, lean up on my tiptoes and grab both sides of his face, and press my lips to his. I’m shaking like a leaf from being so forward, but Coop does exactly what I was praying he would do. He takes over. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me in close and parts his lips. When I feel his tongue gently tracing the seam of my lips, I open for him. Unexpectedly, he doesn’t take the invitation and just push his tongue into my mouth. Instead, he softly begins to trace around my lips with his tongue and ends with giving my bottom lip a little nip with his teeth.

  Lowering myself down from my toes, I place my forearms flat against his chest so I can hold his shoulders and smile brightly up at him. “Hey sweets, I think you can start calling me precious now if you want. I’m pretty sure you’ve earned it.”

  His smile lights up his whole face, and in his eyes, I can see how happy he is. “Precious-girl, you have no idea how happy that makes me. I was starting to wonder what I was gonna have to do to earn that privilege.”

  His smile fades as we stand and take each other in. My hands rest lightly on his shoulders while his thumbs stroke over me where his hands rest on my hips. It’s unfathomable to me that I was hesitant about dating this wonderful man for even one minute. When the buzzer goes off on the oven, I send him to his seat in the dining room while I pull the lasagna out of the oven.

  “You didn’t,” he says when I walk into the dining room and set the lasagna in the middle of the table.

  “Yes, I did. When you said it was one of your favorites, I knew I had to make it for you.”

  “You made me a homemade vegetable lasagna?”

  Grinning happily, I nod my head at him. The salad, rolls, and my glass of wine are already on the table, so I run back to quickly grab a beer for him. Handing it to him as I pass by, he sets it down and pulls me back into his lap before I can sit down.

  “Precious?”

  “Yes?” I ask as I loop my arms around his neck.

  “What’re you up to?” he asks suspiciously.

  “I don’t know what you mean.” I flutter my eye lashes dramatically to make him laugh.

  “Mmhmm…I think you do. This lasagna takes forever to make, there are candles lit all over the house, you’re dressed like we’re going out in
stead of staying in, and you kissed me the minute I got into the kitchen. What’re you up to, little lady?”

  Scooting around on his lap to get comfortable, I whisper in his ear, “I’m seducing you. Is it working?”

  Coop

  A groan slips out before I can bite it back. Shayna and I’ve had so many sex talks over the last couple of weeks trying to get her thoughts together about how to write sex scenes for her book, plus, the fact we’ve been spending time together and talking or texting nonstop, I feel like a walking hormone.

  “Precious-girl, I thought we’d agreed to take this slow.”

  “No, you said that you wanted to take it slow because you want me to know how serious you are about us dating. I never said one way or the other. But I’ve decided that we’ve taken it slow enough. We’re not little kids.” She leans back and stares up at me earnestly.

  Deciding how to respond isn’t easy for me, one part of me wants to whip—

  “Coop,” she says breaking into my thoughts. “I can see you’re processing. Say it out loud so we can work through this together.”

  “Okay, well, you know I just feel like we’ve been talking about sex so much and don’t actually know each other that well, taking it slow seems prudent. Really develop our relationship before we take that step.” Rubbing the outside of her thigh, I pause to give myself time to figure out what else I’m willing to say.

  “Stop thinking. Just speak. What else is going through your head right now?”