by Krista Wolf
A woman.
“Something like that, yeah,” I smiled.
Alec closed his own workbook and gathered up his things. Before leaving, he patted me awkwardly on the back.
“Well whatever it is you’d better get it straightened out fast,” he advised. “You don’t want to miss graduating because of this stuff,” he said, nodding toward my giant, 5-pound calculus tome. “Going one extra semester for a single course would suck.”
I thanked him again before watching him go. Alec was okay — a genuinely nice guy. I tried thinking about what I could do nice for him, in exchange for his help. Maybe take him shopping, and help break him out of his shell. Get him out of those same shirts and slacks he always wore to class, day in and day out.
Considering all the time he’d spent trying to drill this stuff into my brain, it was the least I could do.
“Shit.”
I sighed the word quietly into the mostly-empty campus library. The place was dead on Saturdays. Theoretically this made it a good spot for zero distractions, but no matter where I went there was no escaping the distractions in my own mind.
I had three, maybe four weeks left before finals. There was still time. The police applications would be reviewed in the next two to three months, and considering I’d aced the test twice it would look even more fantastic to put a BA in criminal justice on the application before turning it in.
Focus.
I laughed as I stood and scooped up the book. That was the hard part. Sharing an off-campus apartment with a couple of sophomores seemed like fun at the time, but it didn’t make for a good learning environment. I’d spent the last few weeks with a headset clamped against my ears, immersed in video tutorials, while they banged on my door urging me to party with them.
And sometimes, maybe even too often, that’s exactly what I did.
Pushing everything else from my mind, I headed for the exit. I had two yards left to do this week, plus a neighbor’s cleanup. Maybe some fresh air would get the brain cells pumping again, and I could return to studying later tonight.
Or much more likely, I’d be daydreaming about the surprise Serena had in store for us tomorrow.
Twenty-Eight
SERENA
“You boys need anything else?”
My heart was beating fast, as I peeked my head out from the hallway. Just my head, mind you. Because the rest of me was… well…
“I dunno,” Jacob called back, adding a playful chuckle. “You plied us with beer, with chicken wings, with hot pretzels…”
“Not to mention the convenience of more cold beer,” Tate added, slapping the ice-filled mini-cooler beside him, “right next to the couch.”
“Well a good hostess takes care of a guest’s every need,” I teased. “Or didn’t you know that?”
They were side by side on the couch, beers in hand, watching the game. Watching but not watching, because right now their eyes were on me.
“Besides, I didn’t want you boys to get up,” I said, my body still concealed by the hallway. “I wanted you seated and comfortable. Right where you are.”
Jacob moved the bowl of potato chips from his lap to the coffee table, in anticipation of what was about to happen. And there’d been a lot of anticipation. I’d been dodging their grabs and gropes for the past hour, while waiting on them hand and foot. And I hadn’t delivered them anything physical so far, other than two quick kisses hello.
“Alright, well if you’re totally good and you don’t need anything else—”
“My lap’s cold,” Jacob said, patting his thighs. “It could use some warming up.”
“Oh?” I smiled. “Let me go get a blanket then, and I—”
“Get in here,” Tate growled playfully, interrupting my latest tease. “Before we come over there and drag you in.”
My pulse quickened at the idea of being dragged into the living room and savaged in front of the television while they watched the game. That might be fun actually.
But what I planned was even more fun.
“You guys have entirely too many clothes on,” I said matter of factly. “You want me to come out? Strip.”
They stared at me for a second or two, their mouths curling into two knowing smirks. Then they were undressing. They peeled their shirts off to expose their hard, gorgeous bodies, then went to work on buttons and zippers. I felt strangely powerful, knowing I had two strapping men ready to obey my every command.
When they were down to their boxers, I nodded approvingly. “There. That’s more like it.”
I took a deep breath and finally stepped out, into full view. I wasn’t sure why I was nervous. I’d spent more time naked with them than actually clothed! But this was supposed to be special.
As I stood with my hands on my hips, Jacob’s eyes lit up. He took his sweet time soaking me in from head to toe, then let out an appreciative whistle.
“You like?”
Tate was only shaking his head at me, but it was a good shake. He muttered a single word: “Damn.”
I was wearing nothing but white, from head to toe. White corset, white garters, white fishnet stockings. The tiniest, laciest white G-string panties, that opened to a crotchless front. Up top the cups left half my breasts exposed. They were pushed up so high it looked like I had twice the normal cleavage, and I had decent cleavage to begin with.
On top I wore a veil — a stunning, white toile bridal veil. Because this was my bridal lingerie, stowed away in the closet and entirely unused.
“Fuck...”
I chuckled as the word slipped half-consciously from Jacob’s lips. “Maybe,” I shrugged a shoulder. “If you boys are good, that is.”
Striding toward them, I allowed my veil to trail out behind me. Tate’s eyes were glued to my legs, more specifically, the fancy tops of my garters. Jacob’s eyes darted everywhere, as if he couldn’t decide where to look.
“So… which one of you gets to go first?” I teased, standing before them. I turned around and stopped for a moment, giving them both a good look at my ass. I felt fingers drag across the sensitive surface as one of them touched it. Reaching back, I grabbed the offending wrist and caught it firmly.
“You, huh?” I smirked, whirling on Jacob. “Well that settles it then.”
Still looking Jacob directly in the eye, I turned and straddled his friend. Tate sighed as I slid my warm thighs over his. I lifted the veil just enough, then threw it over both of our heads as I leaned in and started kissing him.
Mmmmm… I’ll never get used to this!
Tate’s tongue slid past mine, our lips locked tightly as he breathed his soul into me. Already I was drenched. The heat between our bodies felt like liquid fire.
“Damn,” Jacob pouted.
With my arms dangling lightly over Tate’s shoulders, I turned to him sympathetically. “Should’ve been more patient,” I winked.
We kissed hungrily, until eventually I was working my way down his neck. When I got to his chest I reached deftly into the cooler and palmed a piece of ice. With only his friend watching, I slid it past my lips then closed my mouth over one taut side of Tate’s beautiful chest…
His surprised jump — followed by a hiss of pleasure — was music to my ears.
So. Fucking. Hot.
It wasn’t pain he felt, only the surprise of the sudden temperature change. Between my lips and his hot skin, the ice was melting fast. Water ran down his body in icy rivulets, creating glistening rivers that pooled in the perfect valleys of his rippled abs.
I smiled at Jacob one more time, then dipped my head to lick them up.
“Okay, okay,” he said impatiently. “I want a turn.”
His hands went to my body, sliding over my hips from behind. Tate’s palms were already busy on my breasts, kneading them gently while dragging his palms across my rock-hard nipples.
“Oh you’ll get a turn,” I purred, tantalizingly. “But first, you watch.”
I was still straddling Tate’s lap, grinding downwar
d against the knot straining to break free of his boxers. They were both kissing me now, their faces buried beneath the veil on either side of my neck. As I raised my chin and sighed at the ceiling, I could’ve sworn I saw heaven itself.
“I have another surprise for you boys tonight,” I whispered. “An all new secret.”
Together they leaned in close. Slipping an arm around each of their heads, I put my lips between their ears.
“You can come in me tonight,” I sighed sexily, emphasizing the word in the dirtiest fashion. “In fact, you’d better come inside me…”
The two of them gave me the same inquisitive, but lust-addled look. I nodded, smiling. It was something we’d talked about, and something I was eager to do.
“I started my birth control again, earlier in the week.”
Their expressions changed. Their hard bodies stiffened, practically exploding with new levels of arousal.
“God, I can’t wait for you to fill me up...”
I’d stopped taking the pill long ago. There simply wasn’t any need to. But now I was excited for it all over again. Eager to consummate our unorthodox relationship in this one last, very intimate way.
“Okay, I need you in my lap now,” Jacob demanded. His demand was punctuated by a squeeze of his strong, landscaper’s hands. “I don’t know where you picked up this sexy bride outfit, but it’s definitely—”
“This was my bridal lingerie,” I sighed, cutting him off.
The guys stopped to look at each other again, this time in disbelief. “It is?”
I nodded and my veil nodded with me. “Yes.”
Tate shook his head. “I don’t know whether that’s incredibly hot or incredibly wrong,” he breathed, “or just plain crazy for—”
“Oh I never actually wore it,” I added quickly. “In fact, I never had a wedding or a honeymoon.” I shrugged. “We were all prepared to do it, and then for some reason Eric and I eloped.”
The guys still appeared confused. Hell, when Eric hadn’t wanted me to dress up for him, despite already having bought this stuff, I’d been confused as well.
“I’ve had this stuff for years,” I said, “just hanging in the closet.” I let out a cathartic laugh. “Actually I’m glad to be finally getting some use out of it.”
Switching laps I began kissing them again, this time while grinding against Jacob. But the guys weren’t finished.
“You still have your bridal gown?” Tate dared to ask.
“The one I never wore, to the wedding I never attended?” I smirked. “Uh huh.”
Both men paused for a split second, then answered in perfect stereo: “Go get it!”
All the kissing abruptly stopped. Now they were looking back at me with renewed hunger, plus a strange new look I’d never seen in their eyes.
“Are you being serious?”
“Dead serious,” said Tate. Jacob nodded vigorously.
“You want to see me in it?” I reiterated.
“Not just see you in it,” explained Jacob. “Do stuff to you in it.”
My shock was genuine, which was funny because at this point I didn’t think anything could surprise me. At the same time, thinking about the two of them wanting me like that… well, it made me hot.
“Every guy looks forward to wedding dress sex,” Tate nodded. “It’s a big time fantasy.”
“Really?” I blinked. “O—Okay.”
I hopped back to the floor, leaving them both sitting there at half mast. Maybe even three-quarter mast, judging by the tents in their boxers.
“So you’ll do it then?” Jacob asked hopefully.
I whirled, rolling my hips theatrically and shaking my ass as I headed back in the direction of my bedroom.
“By now you boys should know I’d do anything for you,” I cooed softly over my shoulder.
Twenty-Nine
SERENA
I moaned into Jacob’s mouth, murmuring something delirious and unknown as he kissed me upside down. My head was cradled in his lap. My hair brushed back by two gentle hands…
But down between my legs, his friend was pounding me for all I was worth.
OhmyfuckingGod…
The beaded lace of my wedding dress’s skirt and train tickled our faces, as it flopped down on either side of my outstretched thighs. Tate had already pulled the bodice down, to access my breasts. He slathered them with his hot tongue as he continued fucking me, shoving my fishnetted thighs apart and gliding straight through the opening in my crotchless panties.
It was both hot and hilarious. Exciting and fun…
Not exactly how you imagined yourself in this dress now, is it?
No, it certainly wasn’t. This was the wedding dress every girl dreamed of walking down the aisle in, although I was never really one of those girls. I’d bought the dress mostly because Eric’s mother had liked it. Back at a time when I did things for other people, and never myself.
Still it was a pretty dress, even if I never got to use it. His family had been monumentally pissed when we’d eloped, especially since they couldn’t blame me for it. The whole thing had been Eric’s idea; a loving, spur-of-the-moment gesture eventually revealed to be a lie. As it turned out, he’d married me quickly and secretly so as not to interfere with an upcoming business trip he’d switched dates on without telling me.
So much for romance.
And now here I was, slipping into the dress I should’ve stood at the altar in. Legs spread, thighs wide, getting expertly plowed by my own personal mechanic, as my strapping landscaper held my face in his two big hands and made out with me in the hottest, most beautiful way.
God, it was just so fucking awesome.
“You’re up,” I heard Tate gasp, finally slowing to a halt. As the two switched places I noticed his chest heaving with the exertion, his body practically dripping sweat. “If I go any longer…”
“You’ll come?” I teased.
He grunted something and kissed me roughly, his hot lips crashing against mine before pushing past my cheek to whisper into my ear.
“You have no fucking idea how good you look,” he murmured, his breath coming hot and heavy. “I wanted to come so fucking bad…”
“So come baby,” I murmured back, squeezing him close. “You know I want it. I need it…”
I started bouncing again, as Jacob filled me with his thickness and began drilling away. I gasped again.
“Don’t hold back next time,” I breathed into Tate’s ear. “Let it go. I can’t wait to feel you go off! I want the both of you to shoot inside me—”
He kissed the rest of my words away, devouring me frantically with his hot mouth. Reaching out to run my hands over his glistening body, I could feel his heart pounding wildly. I knew it was more out of raw, unchecked lust than anything else, because mine was too.
This is so damned hot.
I looked down to where Jacob was screwing me beautifully, my mostly-bare thighs peeking out from either side of my virgin white skirt. I imagined I was some naughty, wicked bride. One that married two equally gorgeous groomsmen, and was now reaping the benefits of a very special wedding night…
It was late afternoon, and we had the whole evening ahead of us. The dress was really doing it for them, though. Since I knew they wouldn’t last long the first time around, I decided to egg them on.
“C’mon honey,” I breathed, staring up at Jacob. “Make me yours.”
His eyes flared wildly. He started pumping me faster, squeezing my thighs in his two big arms.
“You like that, don’t you?” I teased. “The idea of finishing inside me. Of making this little bride belong to you, the way that— Oh!”
I gasped sharply as he flipped me over, shoving me to my hands and knees. We were still on the couch, all three of us. We hadn’t made it to the floor yet.
“Fuuuuck…”
Jacob growled the word as he slid back inside me, this time from behind. He lifted my fluffy white skirt over my ass. Wrapping his hands into my garter belts,
he pulled tight and began sawing away.
Mmmmmm…
The added pressure was delicious, though I knew the fabric would rip or snap at any moment. I focused on bucking back against him. On screwing him so deeply he couldn’t pull out, and would be forced to explode like a bomb inside me.
I was on all fours now, in total heat. Absorbed in the dream-like ecstasy of being really well drilled, when I looked up and saw him.
HOLY FUCK!
My body stiffened as Jacob’s movements ceased, mid-stroke. The room fell utterly and completely silent, as if time had stopped.
Cole was standing at the entrance to the kitchen, leaning casually against the doorway. Eating an apple of all things.
“Hey, don’t let me stop you,” he said. “This whole thing was just getting good.”
I felt shock. Embarrassment. Humiliation. Like my heart was sinking into my stomach.
“Just one question though,” he asked casually, taking another bite of the apple. “Who the hell got married?”
Thirty
SERENA
“I was downstairs doing a little work and I got hungry,” Cole went on, as casually if he hadn’t just caught us screwing the couch halfway across the room. “So I came up for something like I usually do. But I sure didn’t expect this.”
He took a step into the room, wearing beat-up cargo pants and an overly-tight T-shirt. The kind you grow out of and then use as a work shirt, because getting it dirty doesn’t matter anymore.
“You know I figured it was probably one of you,” Cole went on, pointing between Tate and Jacob. His face registered mild amusement. “But damn. Both? I definitely didn’t see this coming.”
I felt like I should cover up. Do something. Do anything! Instead I just crouched there, with Jacob still buried inside me. His hands frozen in place on my hips, like he’d been caught stealing.
Cole took another step, then another. He locked eyes with me, and crossed over to where my forearms rested on the arm of the couch.