by Juliet Woods
“Don't make fun! You know I can tell when something's different with you, Katie.”
My mind races. I don't know what to say. I never keep secrets from my mom, mainly because she can usually read me like an open book and figure it out on her own anyway.
“Well, I just came from happy hour with Michelle,” I stall.
“Yeah, but it's not that. It's been going on for a few days now.”
“Actually, Mom, I met a guy,” I blurt out.
What?? Why did I say that?
She gives me a big smile. “I knew it! Tell me about him.”
Oh, God, what am I going to say now?
“Well, he treats me like a princess. We talk and laugh all the time. He's funny, smart and talented,” I say, describing both Austin and Tyler at the same time.
“Handsome?” she asks, looking and sounding almost like a teenager.
I laugh. “Extremely.”
“Well, sounds like a catch,” she says, leaning back on her pillow. “When do I get to meet this mystery man?”
Oh shit. What did I get myself into?
“Well, I, um – it's kind of complicated,” I stammer. “I work with him.”
“So, that's no big problem, right? I met your dad at work,” she says.
“Yeah, but this company is a little different,” I search my brain for anything I can tell her that sounds plausible. “And anyway, it's nothing serious. He's not my boyfriend or anything.”
“But you've been spending some time with him outside of work, right?”
“Yeah...”
“And you want him to be your boyfriend?” she asks.
“Um, well, I – I'm not sure.”
She pats my hand. “I'm sure the answers will come to you in time. Now let's get some dinner.”
We cook dinner together and I'm relieved she doesn't bring up “the guy” I like from work again.
I mentally scold myself for telling her anything. Yet I feel guilty about not telling her the whole truth-- that there are two guys. But how would she understand that?
How could anyone understand it?
Chapter 14
Tyler
It's after 10 am when I roll into the office, whistling to myself. I say “Morning” to Jessica as I walk past her front receptionist desk without feeling a pang of guilt like I normally do. No, that's all in the past now.
I spot Katie from a distance, right away. It's casual Friday, and she's wearing a long skirt, tight around her fine ass, a shirt and cardigan. She's chewing on the eraser of a pencil as she studies some document or other. She looks so cute when she concentrates.
I don't stop to talk to her though, and keep walking. I want to slide up behind her and rub myself against her ass and nibble on the nape of her neck, but I've got to keep up appearances. I'm pretty proud of myself for being so disciplined and restrained these past couple weeks.
Besides, in just a few hours, I won't have to hide my feelings.
Because, although neither of them know it yet, I've arranged for a weekend in Cabo San Lucas for the three of us.
I'd have very much preferred to go with Katie alone, but Austin has been so vigilant about sharing her. He never wants me to be alone with her, and seems to be constantly worried about us excluding him. So, if I want to be with Katie, it's got to be with Austin around, too.
And since he's so paranoid about anyone finding out about our unconventional arrangement, I haven't been able to take Katie out on the town like I want. So, I say let's go to a different town for a few days.
I barge into his office, which annoys him, and tell him the news. He protests, as I expected, and lists a bunch of reasons why we can't just run off like kids for the weekend. But then I paint a picture of walking around the Mexican town with Katie without having to hide, showing her a good time, and best of all, seeing her in a bikini. I also remind him of how we all got our STD screening results back yesterday – we're all clear, and she's on birth control, so no more condoms. In a flash, he agrees.
I head to my office and call Katie in, telling her the news. She squeals with delight, then furrows her brow thinking of her mother. After a couple phone calls to arrange for her mom's caretaker to pick up a few extra hours over the weekend to help her mom, she's in.
I offer to drive her by her house so she can pack a bag to take with her, but she insists on taking the subway there and back. I feel a pang of hurt when I realize she may not want her mom to meet me. But I decide not to think about it too much. Maybe she's just not ready for that.
And soon we're all in a private jet, chartered just for the occasion, flying over the edge of the continent, drinking champagne, and feeling amorous. Katie's sitting in my lap, with her legs sprawled over Austin's lap. We're all a little tipsy. But we're alone, because Austin told the stewardess to beat it.
“Are you a member of the mile-high club?” I ask Katie.
“Are you kidding? I've never even had champagne on a plane before. I'm lucky to get a ticket on coach,” she says, starting to slur her words.
“Well, all that's changed now,” Austin says, running his hand up her legs under her skirt.
“What makes you two so sure you're going to get laid at all on this trip?” she says coyly.
“Oh, playing hard to get, are we?” Austin says.
“Yeah, I thought this was a purely professional trip,” she says, taking another sip of bubbly.
“You're right, then I shouldn't have my hands up your skirt,” Austin says, taking his hands away and holding them up as if to show his innocence.
“No, put them back,” Katie coos, smiling. “I'm just joking. I promise to make extra special sure that every wish you have is granted.”
I laugh at her drunken speech, even as my cock grows hard and I instinctively press it up against her round ass. “Do you feel that?”
“Mmm, yes, it feels like someone is ready to go,” she says. “And you, Austin?”
She reaches for his cock and he thrusts his hips up to meet her.
“Where do you think you're going?” I ask, grabbing her back onto my lap.
“Fellows, fellows, there's enough of me to go around,” she says, putting her champagne glass down after another sip. “I think we've proven that a few times already.”
I move her hair to the side, exposing her beautiful neck, and lick her from collar bone to chin. Then I kiss her and begin to take her shirt off. She tastes delicious.
“Take your panties off like a good girl,” Austin tells her. And she does, while I take my cock out.
I lift her skirt and spread her ass cheeks apart as she slowly sits back down, guiding my cock inside her. She lets out a high-pitched little squeak, and it's so sexy I almost come in her right then.
“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” I murmur in her ear. It's the first time I've felt her without a condom, and I don't think I've ever felt so good inside a woman. I hold Katie by the waist as she bounces up and down with my cock inside her.
Austin has taken his cock out and is stroking himself. “Oh, Katie, I can't wait to be inside you. Do you want to ride my cock next?”
“I need it now,” she says, grabbing his cock and rubbing it. “In my mouth.”
Austin jumps up and stands in front of her. She opens her mouth wide and he pushes it in. “Ah, yeah, that's it,” he says. She takes it all in, holding on with one hand to Austin's shoulders to brace herself as she rides me. The other hand she uses to rub herself furiously.
Soon she gasps for air, crying out, “I'm going to come!”
I feel her pussy muscles clench and release around my cock in a series of contractions as she climaxes, then collapses back against me. The sensation of feeling her come on my cock is incredible, and I'm glad for the break to rest for a minute.
“My turn,” Austin says and picks her up as if she weighed nothing, and sits back down with her on his lap, this time facing him. He pushes his cock in her and lifts her up and down by the ass.
“Oh, shit, you're weren
't kidding,” he says to me. “Her pussy feels so good bare-skinned.”
Her perfect, round breasts bounce against each other in Austin's face. I reach over and play with one, letting it bounce in my hand, feeling the fullness and the weight, and teasing her nipple. She moans in delight and reaches over to grasp my cock, which is still rock-hard from being inside her.
“Oh, baby, I'm going to fill you up with my come,” Austin says, burying his face in between her breasts.
“Yeah, come inside my little pussy,” she says.
“But I'm going to make you come first, baby,” he says. putting his thumb on her clit and rubbing.
She moans in response, gyrating her hips in his lap and shaking her tits. She looks so fucking hot. I can see the tension building in her body until it explodes. She gives a little yelp as she comes, moving around on his cock sexily.
I want her so bad, and I have to really try my patience to wait for him to finish.
He gives one last push and comes, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight.
She kisses him as he catches his breath. I don't want to spend another minute without having my cock inside her, so I pick her up and set her back down on me.
“Am I your little toy to pass around?” she asks.
“Exactly,” I say. “You're all ours.”
“I like that,” she purrs and spreads her legs, allowing my hard dick to slip right in without any effort. She's dripping wet and so slippery.
I lick and gently bite her erect, pink nipples dancing in front of me. I hold her ass and move her up and down my shaft. I feel her muscles pulling my cock inside her, as if they were trying to milk my come out. I get more and more excited as she makes little noises with each thrust.
Finally, I can hold back no longer, and I explode into her, filling her up and releasing myself. She collapses into my lap, her breasts in my face, and I hold her close, so relieved, so satiated.
“I'm all yours?” she asks sleepily, her chin over my shoulder, and it's so fucking cute I almost get hard again.
“All ours,” I say, stroking her hair.
Chapter 15
Austin
“Tres cervezas mas, por favor,” Tyler says to the waiter. I roll my eyes at him for trying to show off his handful of words in Spanish.
“Do you know any more Spanish than that?” Katie asks.
“He can ask where the library is,” I say.
“Besa mi culo,” Tyler says to me, glaring. “That's Spanish for 'kiss my ass.'”
“Hey, I thought you guys weren't into boy-boy action,” Katie says, arranging herself in her lounge chair.
“Not at all,” I am quick to clarify. “Not so sure about Pretty Boy over there.” Tyler throws his bottle cap at me, and Katie laughs.
“Just look at this beach,” she says, motioning to the crystal-clear turquoise water. “This is so perfect. Thanks for this getaway, you guys.”
“Thank you for coming,” Tyler says. “And for wearing that little bikini I picked out for you.”
“Do you like it?” She springs up from her chair and does a spin so we can see her bikini from all sides. It's a tiny two-piece, with a small top that pushes her breasts together just right, and with geometric cut-outs on the hips, all in a pale pink. She looks delicious.
“Katie, this vacation would be worth it just to see you in that bikini,” I say. “You're so gorgeous.”
She gives me a peck on my forehead.
“Yeah, I knew you'd look hot in that,” Tyler says. “But you look hot in everything.”
“You guys look pretty good yourselves.” She slowly runs her hands over my chest, squeezing the muscles, then turns to Tyler and does the same, bending over with her ass in my face. “I better sit back down before we get carried away in front of everyone on this beach.”
Good idea, I think, because I'm already getting a hard-on.
I close my eyes and savor the feeling of the warm sun on my skin and listen to the waves crashing just a few feet away. There's a mariachi band playing nearby, and some kids' laughter floats in on the air. I take a sip of the cold beer.
I haven't felt this relaxed and at ease for a long, long time. And it's not just being on the beach. It's being with Katie.
I feel so carefree with her. Playful. Like I can let go of the serious workaholic routine and just be myself. I find myself talking more, and laughing a lot with her. With her and Tyler. As weird as it feels to admit it, there's something great about the dynamic between the three of us. Everything just sort of clicks when the three of us are together.
I don't know if I've ever been this happy in my life, come to think of it.
The sex is definitely the best of my life. Being intimate with Katie is like nothing I've experienced before. The sexual chemistry is just outstanding. But as good as the sex is, I think that what I want from Katie goes beyond sex. As terrified as I am to admit it, I want a relationship with her. I want much, much more than just our fun in bed.
But I can't say that out loud.
What would they say if I told them my thoughts? What if they laugh at me? What if all she wants is sex and a good time? I'd look pathetic to want something serious.
But those words she said yesterday on the plane: “I'm all yours.” That means she wants to at least date exclusively, right? She doesn't want to be with anyone but Tyler and me. So is it so crazy to hope for some kind of commitment?
Or was she just feeling a little drunk from the champagne?
But what we have is too special to not fight for it. I’ve been alone for so long, and I haven’t met anyone like Katie. Wouldn't it be crazy to let something this good slip away?
Yes, it would.
I have to say something.
“Hey, who wants to swim?” Katie interrupts the silence, jumping up from her seat. “Race you to the water!”
She gets a head start but Tyler is close behind. I watch as they run splashing and diving into the blue, shining waves.
“Come on, Austin!” she yells, frolicking in the water.
I linger a moment more, wanting to preserve in my memory the image of her splashing in the ocean, looking gorgeous, free, and happy. Then I run after her, the sand hot beneath my feet.
I dive under the breakers, opening my eyes under the clear water to find her legs where she stands in the ocean, and pull her underneath. Her eyes are open too, and we look at each other in that underwater world. Her hair floats around her like a mermaid, and she smiles and blows bubbles. We both surface and I pull her close, holding her with her legs wrapped around my torso.
“Someone's already hard.” She kisses me, and she tastes salty. Wet and delicious, like a ripe fruit.
She lets go of me and floats on her back with Tyler and me supporting her. Not so much supporting as groping her body, that is. She laughs, her eyes closed and her arms outstretched to the sky.
Tyler grabs her and wraps her legs around him. They kiss, and I feel my erection getting harder.
“Nice try, you two, but forget about sex in the ocean. It hurts!”
Tyler pouts, or pretends to.
“If you can wait till the hotel, I promise to make it worth your while,” she says.
“OK, baby,” Tyler says, kissing her neck. “We can wait, right Austin?”
“Yep,” I say, trying not to think about my cock. “We're grown-ups. And we've gotten lots of practice in waiting already.”
“That's more like it,” she says, turning to float on her belly, with her ass in the air.
“But you're not making it easy, are you?” Tyler complains.
She laughs. “How about we go for a walk?”
We walk hand in hand along a deserted stretch of beach with rock formations. Part of me can't believe I’m walking, holding hands with Katie while she holds hands with Tyler. Anyone could see that we're in some kind of um, unique, arrangement. But the other part of me, the part that used to always be silent but is now becoming louder, says, who gives a shit? I'm having fu
n, and that's what matters. And besides, we haven't seen anyone around for a while now.
We walk barefoot, and the sun-baked sand squishes between our toes. Everything about this beach feels wonderfully sensual. Even the sand feels sexy. I have half a mind to ask Katie if she wants to fuck behind a rock, but I decide to be prudent.
Tyler's telling us about his year spent traveling around South America after college. I remember that year. I spent it working like a dog being a “code monkey” – writing endless computer programs for a small tech company. I was always jealous that Tyler's family could pay for him to surf and backpack around the world for a year while I was stuck in a cubicle.
Katie asks him questions about the places he visited. She's interested in what he's saying. At first I’m annoyed by that, but I soon realize that his stories about hanging out with locals in the jungle are actually pretty interesting. I decide, just this once, to put aside my resentment and listen to what he has to say.
“So the family I was staying with had a little farm and they kept chickens and goats. And a nice garden. The food was so good because they raised it all themselves. They’d go into the forest to get wild honey. One time we went walking through the jungle and we saw some jaguar tracks...”
As I listen to his tales of adventure, I find myself giving Tyler a chance just because Katie does. He’s done a lot of cool things, and I guess I never paid much attention to that before.
I realize the past few years I've kind of grown distant from him, harbored resentment or something. Dismissed him as a trust fund slacker. But seeing him through Katie's eyes, I have to admit that he’s not so bad after all. Actually, he’s got a lot to offer.
We continue walking along the beach, and stop to watch the sunset. The whole sky turns orange and pink as the sun gets lower. It's amazing. Katie's sitting in between us, holding each of our hands. The sun is an orange ball, and it sinks deeper and deeper into the horizon until it's gone. Just like that.
I realize I have to speak my feelings.
I fret about what to say, my heart pounding. How can I say what I mean without scaring anyone, or making myself look juvenile and stupid? Finally I blurt out, “Are we in a relationship?”