by P. F. Kozak
“Oh, my God! Sandy’s having an affair with her lesbian lawyer?”
“You got it. Will Sandy want that brought out in court? I don’t think so.”
Ted snickered. “So, that’s why she wouldn’t sleep with you. You turned her gay.”
“Fuck you, Rembrandt.”
“On the floor or upstairs, paisan?”
Pepper felt the edge in Ted’s question. Trying to keep things friendly, she made a joke. “Nobody fucks anybody until he showers. Gasoline isn’t my favorite aftershave, thank you.”
“Well, you’ll have to save one for me. I have to go to the bar soon, and won’t be home until at least nine o’clock.”
“Ted, I should be going with you. You have to train me.”
“Bullshit, Pepper. You’re staying here with me tonight.”
“Butch is right. You need to get settled before you start at the bar. We’ll work out a schedule in the next few days.”
“All right. But I’m telling you both, you’re not going to keep me. I’ll pay my own way.”
“Hey, Ted, I sure as hell didn’t say I would keep her. Did you?”
“Nope. But I am open to an occasional barter.”
Butch grinned. “Which reminds me. You can make your first payment tonight.”
“Jesus, between the two of you, I might not be able to walk tomorrow.” Pepper kicked Butch under the table. “Not that I mind.”
Butch picked up his plate and coffee cup. “Since I don’t want to offend, I’m going to take a shower. Pepper, hold that thought until I get back.” Taking his food with him, he went upstairs.
Ted and Pepper cleaned up the kitchen. Pepper glanced at the kitchen door several times while drying the dishes. Ted noticed.
“Darlin’, you have to give the man time to clean up. It will be a few minutes.”
“Damn it, Ted! I can’t help it. I don’t know why he gets to me so much. He always has.”
“Me, too. If ever there was one hot Italian stud, he’s it.”
“Sounds like Sandy came close to gelding our Italian stallion.”
“I know he’s been horny. But he hasn’t done anything about it, not with me or with anyone else. He hasn’t had sex for a long time, until you showed up yesterday.”
“Well, that’s going to change.”
“It’s already changing. And I’m counting on you to bring him around to my side of the fence.” Ted grabbed a dishtowel to dry his hands.
“Do you care how it happens? I mean who does what?”
“I don’t care how it happens. I want to touch him and smell him and feel him close to me just like you do. He can call the shots, if that makes a difference.”
“You know I’ll do what I can. When do we show him the sketches?”
“One step at a time. Let’s get him used to the idea that we can live together first.” Ted finished drying his hands and picked up his car keys from the counter. “I’ve got plenty to do at the bar. You two are overdue for an evening alone.”
Pepper hugged him. “Thanks, Ted. You’re a good friend.”
“After today, don’t I make a good lover?”
“You’ve always been a good lover. Today, you were a good fuck.”
“Fair enough. Distinction noted.”
“Hey, Rembrandt, isn’t it against the rules to turn straight?”
Pepper had her back to the door and jumped when she heard Butch. Rather than letting her go, Ted hugged her tighter. “Paisan, I don’t play by the rules. You know that.” Then Ted kissed her, not a friendly kiss, but a lover’s kiss. He kissed her deeply and passionately. Pepper responded to the unexpected heat, and returned the kiss in kind. She could feel Ted’s stiffening organ against her leg.
Ted broke the kiss, leaving Pepper surprised and breathless. “Have fun tonight. I’ll see you both later.” He turned, and went out the back door to his car.
Pepper wanted to turn around, but all the emotion churning in her stomach stopped her. Suddenly, she didn’t know if she could handle it, any of it. She especially didn’t know if she could handle being alone with Butch for the first time in ten years.
“Pepper…” She felt Butch’s hands on her shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
Pepper tried to force a laugh, but it came out closer to a choking sob. “I don’t know. I think I’m nervous.”
“For fuck’s sake, nervous about what?” Butch turned her around to face him.
She looked up into his freshly washed and shaved face. He had combed his wet hair straight back. With his olive complexion and thick eyebrows, he looked as if he should be on The Sopranos.
“Pepper, for Christ’s sake, talk to me.”
“I’m sorry. I just never thought we would be alone again. Now that we are, I don’t know what to say.”
“Well, I sure as hell do. It’s something I’ve waited ten years to say.” Butch leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Pepper, I’m sorry. I know I fucked up. I’ve lived with that every day since Sandy got pregnant.”
Pepper squeezed her eyes shut, fighting to hold in the tears. “How long, Butch? I’ve always wanted to know. How long had you been fucking her before you knocked her up?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me.”
“Can we go sit on the couch to talk about this?” Without waiting for an answer, Butch led Pepper into the living room. Pepper sat down. Butch went straight to the liquor cabinet. “Do you want a shot?”
“It’s too early.”
“Says who?” He took a bottle of Jim Beam out of the cabinet and poured them each a double shot. “It’s good to live with a guy who owns a bar. The cabinet is always well stocked.”
“It was with his dad, too.” Pepper took the glass, actually glad he had ignored her temperance. “We drained more than a few bottles from it.”
“If Ted ever caught shit for it, he never told us.” Butch sat down beside Pepper. “Do you really want to know the whole story?”
“You can spare me the grisly details. I just want to know why her…” Pepper paused and took a swallow of whiskey before she could finish. “I want to know why her, and not me.”
“I know how fucking lame this will sound, but it was an accident.”
“It usually is. Did your rubber break that night?”
“I wasn’t wearing one. I was drunk.”
Pepper couldn’t hold it in any longer. “You fucking son of a bitch! How could you have let it happen?” She slammed her glass down on the coffee table. “We were so careful. Every time, you wore a rubber. I lied about my age and got on the pill. All that so I wouldn’t get pregnant. If I hadn’t done anything, it would’ve been me, not her, and Stacy would be ours.”
“Don’t you fucking think I know that? I only laid her once, at a party the week you went to New York with the chorus. One lousy fuck and she got pregnant.”
Pepper tried to brush the tears from her cheeks, but they were instantly replaced by more. Her nose also started to run. “You got a hanky?”
“No, but you can use this.” Butch put his glass down and stood up. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and handed it to her.
“I can’t blow my nose on your shirt.”
“Go ahead. It’s better than spitting on me.”
In spite of herself, Pepper had to laugh. She wiped her face and blew her nose. The shirt smelled like him. She wiped her nose again, just to smell it some more.
“Was it really a lousy fuck?”
“Yes, it was really a lousy fuck.”
“And you weren’t seeing her while you, me, and Ted were hanging together?”
“No way in hell! I didn’t even like her. Her whining always got on my nerves. It still does.”
“Then why did you fuck her?”
“I wanted some. You weren’t around. I got drunk enough not to care who I fucked.”
“You could’ve fucked Ted.”
“C’mon, Pepper. You know I don’t do guys.”
“Not ev
er?”
“Not once.” Butch gave her a peculiar look. “You don’t think because I moved in with him we’re fucking, do you?”
“No. Ted already told me you two never have. He said it’s been a long time for both of you.”
“I don’t fuck around. Living with what I did cured me of that. Once burned, twice shy.”
“You fucked around with me last night, and again this morning.”
“That’s different.”
“Why’s it different?”
“Because I love you. I always have. I still do.”
For a moment, Pepper couldn’t think straight. Butch’s words staggered her. When she looked at him, and saw his eyes glassy with tears, she understood more than he could ever explain to her. She saw the regret, the loneliness, the pain. She saw a man still paying for the mistake of a teenage boy.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“I wanted to tell you before you moved to Pittsburgh. Remember, I asked you to have a drink with me?”
“I said no because it hurt too much. I couldn’t stand the thought of saying goodbye to you face-to-face.”
“Yeah, I know. I figured that out when I saw your reaction. So I left you at the bank, went out, and got drunk. I slept in my car that night. I couldn’t face going home.”
Pepper shook her head. “God almighty, how did this all get so fucked up?”
“Because I couldn’t say no to some pussy.”
“How long has it been since you’ve had any?”
Before he answered, Butch picked up his glass and belted back what was left in it. “Sandy hasn’t slept with me in four years. Before that, I got some on our anniversary, Valentine’s Day, and my birthday. If she felt generous, maybe I got one for Christmas or New Year’s. Never both.”
“God, Butch. That’s awful.”
“Yeah, I know.” He picked up Pepper’s glass and finished it off. Then he went back to get the bottle again. Pepper stopped him.
“Don’t get drunk.”
“Why the fuck not?” He picked up the bottle of Jim Beam.
Pepper took the bottle out of his hand and put it back in the cabinet. “Because you don’t have to anymore. It’s over.”
“Is it?”
“Yes, paisan, it is.” Pepper wrapped her arms around Butch’s neck. “You’re going to get laid so much now you’ll beg for a night off.”
“Is that a fact?”
“That is indeed a fact. And something else. Ted really wants to fuck you. He says you have dibs on being the top or the bottom.”
“No way.”
“Yes, way.” Pepper leaned down and kissed Butch’s chest. “Know what else?”
“What?”
“I would really get off watching you and Ted do it. That would be so hot!”
“How much would you get off?”
“Enough to make myself come. You and Ted could watch me do myself while you fuck.”
Butch squeezed her ass. “Goddamn, Pepper. You’re going to make me cream in my shorts.”
“Oh, no, paisan. There’s a much better place to cream if you’re going to cream.”
Pepper stepped back and pulled her shirt over her head. Then she took off her jeans. Butch had unzipped and stood stroking himself through his underwear.
“It’s unfucking believable, but you’re hotter now than you were before.”
“So are you, Robert Lorenzo. What are you waiting for? Get naked already.”
Butch wasted no time. He skimmed off his clothes, and then picked Pepper up. “Think Ted will mind if we fuck on his couch?”
“Just don’t leave any stains. He would hate cum stains on his furniture.”
Butch put Pepper on the couch, and then grabbed his shirt off the floor. “Lift your ass.” Pepper raised up, and Butch slid his shirt under her. “Now, if we leak, we won’t stain the couch.”
With no prelude, he climbed on top of her. Pepper wanted to be fucked as much as Butch wanted to fuck her. There would be time to fool around later. Now, she only wanted one thing, to feel him inside of her.
When his cock slid into her, she clutched at his back and gasped. Before Pepper had time to adjust to his size, he lifted his pelvis and banged into her again. He humped her with the intensity of a man so hungry for sex that nothing else mattered.
As much as she could, Pepper relaxed into his rhythm and let him ride her. She wanted him to fuck her for as long as he wanted. His weight on her and the force of his pounding made her feel like she had finally come home. She belonged here with Butch, and with Ted. They belonged together.
6
T ed came in at about nine-fifteen. Butch and Pepper were sitting on the couch, in the dark. Ted didn’t see them when he walked through the room on his way upstairs.
“Hey, Rembrandt. We’ve been waiting for you.”
“Jesus Christ!” Ted spun around, nearly tripping on the carpet. “You scared the living crap out of me.”
“Sorry, didn’t know you were so jumpy.”
“Why are you sitting here in the dark, or shouldn’t I ask?”
Pepper giggled. “You can ask. But I think you already know.”
“Did you save any for me?”
Pepper patted the spot next to her. “Come and sit with us. We need to talk.”
Ted sat down and put his arm around Pepper. “Talking wasn’t what I had in mind.”
“Keep your dick in your pants for a few minutes, Rembrandt. We’ll get to it.”
“Easy for you to say. How many did you have tonight?”
“Not nearly enough to make up for all the ones I’ve missed.”
“Same here. Pepper, you have your work cut out for you.”
Pepper lifted Ted’s hand and kissed it. “Maybe I won’t have to do all the work.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Butch leaned forward so he could see Ted. “Pepper told me she would get off watching us do it. Don’t think I could get it up alone with you, but if Pepper is into it, it might be different.”
“Well, now, this is moving in the right direction.”
Pepper chimed in. “Butch told me he’s never done anything with a guy, except what the three of us have done together. I think he’s nervous.”
Not wanting to sound like a wuss, Butch added, “Well, hell, the only thing I’ve ever had up my ass is my doctor’s index finger. Ted’s prick isn’t exactly small.”
Pepper cooed, “I know.”
“Ah, c’mon, Butch. Once you’ve been buttfucked, you’ll be hooked. Trust me, you’ll love it.”
“I thought you said I’d have dibs on who gives it and who takes it.”
“Hey, man, whatever you want.” Ted stroked the erection that bulged in his jeans. “I sure as hell have enough left to give one tonight. Do you?”
Butch laughed. “I’ve had frigging blue balls for years. Damn right I have enough juice for one more.”
“Then it’s your call, buddy.”
Butch reached under Pepper’s shirt and caressed her breast. “Whaddya say we let Pepper decide? What would get you hot, sweetheart?”
“No contest. I want Ted to do you.”
Butch sat back on the sofa. “You don’t want to think about that?”
“Don’t have to. If I could buttfuck you, I would. Since I can’t, Ted will do it for me.” Pepper squeezed Ted’s hand. “And I want it to be a good one.”
“I promise, it will be.” Ted stood and unzipped. Butch didn’t move from his spot on the sofa. “Hey, man, you heard the lady. Strip.”
“Jesus Christ! What are you going to do, dry hump me?”
Ted smirked. “What’s the matter, paisan? You don’t think I know what I’m doing?”
“With as many times as you’ve taken it up the ass, you could probably write a frigging book about it.”
“What do you think, Pepper, should I go easy on him?”
Pepper ran her index finger down Butch’s bare chest to his jeans. “Maybe the first time.
He’s an ass virgin, after all.” She played with the tab on his zipper for a few seconds before pulling it down. When his erection popped out of his fly, Pepper feigned surprise. “My, my, looks like someone we know and love is excited.”
“That’s good. Blow him while I run upstairs to get some lube and a condom. I’ll be right back.”
Pepper shoved Butch’s shoulder. “Stand up.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to blow you like Ted said.” Pepper lightly touched the tip of his penis with her finger. “You don’t want to be blown?”
“Fuck, yes.” Butch stood and pushed his jeans down below his hips.
“Take them off, paisan.” Pepper waited while Butch got naked.
“What about you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Let me see your tits.”
Pepper knew Butch would get even hotter if she teased him. She raised her T-shirt and flashed him. “You mean you want to see these?”
“I want to do more than see them.” He tried to grope her.
Pepper dodged his hand. “Oh, no, paisan. You can look, but that’s all. Ted’s in charge. He told me to blow you and that’s what I’m going to do.”
She took off her shirt and panties. Pepper knew Butch wanted to touch her. That turned her on almost as much as seeing his thick cock dangling in front of her face. She slid forward and perched on the edge of the couch. “Come closer.”
Butch took two small steps toward her. His erection bumped her chin. She opened her mouth and easily caught his prick between her lips. Then she covered it with her mouth.
Butch moaned, “Fuck, that’s good! Suck it, Pepper.”
He bunched her hair in his fists, pulling it just enough to make her scalp tingle. Without meaning to, he held her head still. If she moved, her hair pulled too much, and it hurt. He slowly slid his prick in and out of her mouth. Pepper sustained the suction while Butch controlled the movement. He gently fucked her mouth until Ted returned.
Pepper saw Ted standing behind Butch. He had also taken off all his clothes. After he sat down beside her, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Open your legs so I can rub your clit.”
Pepper opened her knees. When Ted’s fingers connected with her flesh, Pepper jumped. Her teeth scraped Butch’s cock, and he groaned. She adjusted her position and continued to hold him in her mouth.