by K T Morrison
He kicked off his shoes, put his hands in his pockets and strolled along behind her as they headed toward the archway that led to the kitchen. He could smell that she was cooking. There was garlic and meat and...
But when he came into the kitchen, he found they weren’t alone. Standing at the counter with her back to them was a tall slender girl with a body not that different from Chelsea’s. This girl had long jet-black hair that hung down to her ass. She wore cut off jean shorts and her legs were dark and shapely. There were feathers and arrows tattooed from her knee down one calf toward her ankle. She also wore a tank top, a white one; tattoos scrawled down her right arm. “Oh,” he said, “I didn’t know—”
“That I had company?”
The girl turned now and smiled at him, doing that up-and-down eye thing. She said, “Oh, hey, he’s cute.”
“Ben, this is Neve, Neve this is Ben.”
“She told me all about you,” the girl said, turning back to stir her pot, back arched gracefully to keep her face free of steam.
“Sorry,” Ben said, “if I knew you were having company I wouldn’t have intruded.”
“Intrude, Ben? Don’t be crazy. Come on have dinner with us. I didn’t think you were going to show up, so I invited a friend over.”
Neve turned over her shoulder again. “She said you wouldn’t show up.”
“I’m here,” he said nervously.
“Ben brought wine,” Chelsea said now, and sidled up to her tall tanned friend. The girls looked at the wine, and Chelsea opened the drawer and withdrew a wing-handled corkscrew.
He said, “Want me to get it?”
Chelsea said to Neve, “So chivalrous. Such a gentleman...”
“Can you open this bottle of wine for us, Ben?” Neve said, “We don’t know how this thingy works,” and she took the winged handles of the opener and flapped them up and down.
“I’m just trying to be helpful,” he said. The girls laughed. “You guys are making dinner, I have to do something.”
“You can open the wine,” Neve said, facing him now with her hand flopped over, presenting him the bottle opener. Chelsea extended toward him the bottle of wine, neck first.
“Thank you,” he said, accepting the gifts, “what are you guys making?”
“Neve’s making succotash.”
Neve added: “With lots of bacon...”
“Sounds awesome,” he said.
Neve ran her tongue over her top lip, studied him, folding her arms. She was beautiful, Native, smoky brown eyes that looked in him too deep. Across her chest was an iconic eagle shape, a bright primary tattoo, one in the Northwest Coast style. On her shoulder, a realistic wolf in feather headdress, a beautiful woman’s face under its muzzle. She wore long dangling earrings, and a beaded choker. “How’s that bottle of wine coming?”
“It’s good,” he said, “it’s in good hands.” He set the bottle down and ran the corkscrew through the top. “Where’s Finn?”
Neve laughed then returned to stirring her pot. Chelsea said, “He’s away. I told you that.”
“Away where?” he asked, scissoring down the corkscrew’s arms and pulling out the cork with a pop. “Glasses?”
Chelsea opened a cupboard and brought down three spotless wineglasses. “Finn’s setting up a show for Cooter out in Peterborough.”
“I thought he worked at the Sony.”
“He does. He’s full time there, their engineer. But he also consults. They let him. He’ll do shows wherever, as long as the band’s big enough, or the paycheck.”
“Libby said Finn can get tickets for Dorchester.”
“Libby excited?”
“She is.”
“And how is Libby? Where is she tonight?”
“At home,” he said.
“You told her you had to go out for work?”
“I have things to do,” he said stiffly, eyes shifting from Chelsea to Neve’s back, the girl still stirring dinner.
Chelsea frowned at him, said, “Don’t worry, Ben, Neve’s cool. She’s not going to rat you out.”
“Rat me out for what?” he said a little coarsely, defiant against his own infidelity.
Chelsea leaned back to see Neve’s face, said, “Ben married his high school sweetheart.”
Neve cooed sweetly, leaned back swishing her hair aside and smiling at him. “How cute,” she said.
“We’ve been together a long time,” he said, sounding sullen.
With Neve still facing away, he stepped back toward the archway between the kitchen and the hall. Chelsea eased herself off the counter and sauntered toward him. Quietly, so only she could hear, he said, “Maybe I should go. You have company. It’s best if I probably go home...”
Chelsea smiled and licked her lower lip. She moved slowly to get very close to him. Her lips practically touched his ear as she whispered, “Chicken-shits go home...”
16
They ate the succotash on the back patio. The sky faded from bright to hazy orange above them, deepening to a denim blue. They drank the bottle of wine he’d brought, and Chelsea opened another of her own. When the sun was just about down, Neve said they should go back inside. They gathered around a low ebony coffee table set between two leather loveseats. Chelsea plopped herself on the loveseat, and Neve sat cross-legged on the floor with her back against it.
Arranged on the table were decorative items: a vase, a hard-bound book on The Who, a brass urn, dried flowers, and an ashtray. There was also a steel cylinder, a lighter, and a leather pouch, these items arranged together at the corner. Neve dragged them in front of her, opened the satchel and withdrew a small wooden pipe. From the steel cylinder she tapped ground weed into the pipe’s bowl and used the lighter to smoke it. She passed the pipe to Chelsea who also took a long draw. Chelsea offered it to him but he said no.
Neve exhaled tumbling blue smoke and batted it away with her hand. She said, “You don’t smoke?”
He shook his head no.
“We don’t have to. Does it bother you?” He said it didn’t, and Neve said, “You sure you don’t want to try? It’s a nice sativa, make you feel good, not tired.”
“I’m okay.”
Chelsea laughed an exhaling cloud of smoke, said, “Ben’s a square.”
“I’m not a square,” he said.
Neve said, “You’re so mean, Chelsea. Ben’s not a square.”
Chelsea said, “No, not now. He was pretty buttoned-up in high school...”
“That was high school,” he said. “Things are different now.”
“Tell me about it,” Chelsea said.
Ben said, “It’s getting late, anyway.”
Chelsea put both arms over the back of the loveseat and crossed one leg over the other. She bounced her bare foot up and down. She said, “Goody-two-shoes.”
“I’m not.”
“Not you.”
“Who?”
To Neve, Chelsea said, “You know Ben’s never got a blow job from his wife?”
“Hey...”
Neve looked to Chelsea, her face a calm expression of disappointment. She turned to face Ben, said, “That’s too bad, Ben. Really?”
“That’s my business. Chelsea shouldn’t be saying that...”
“Relax, Ben. I thought you were cool...”
“I’m cool,” he said.
Chelsea said, “I only know that because I gave Ben a blow job last week.”
“Hey,” he said again, “seriously...”
Neve laughed, and Chelsea said, “See, he’s not in high school anymore. Ben’s in the big leagues.”
“High school was a long time ago.”
“It was, Ben. You’re a grown ass man now.”
“I am, and I should probably be going home now.” He slapped hands on his knees.
“You’re gonna miss out on all the fun.”
“What fun? The fun where you poke at me?”
“Ben wants to know what’s fun,” Chelsea said, looking down to Neve now who looked up
over her shoulder at her friend.
Neve turned to him and said, “We’re not making fun of you, Ben. You’re nice.”
“Everybody says I’m nice,” he murmured.
Chelsea said, “Ben’s not so nice. Deep down, Ben is a bad boy...”
“That’s not true.”
Chelsea said, “It’s plenty true. I tell you what, Ben...” She eased forward so her butt pushed down the front lip of the couch, elbows resting on her knees. “You can go if you want. You’ll have to imagine what you’re going to miss out on. You’ll never know...”
“It’s late...”
Chelsea didn’t respond, now slinking off the couch to sit on the floor next to Neve. They were shoulder to shoulder looking at each other very close. Slowly their faces came together and his heart began to race. Their lips parted and their mouths touched. Chelsea put a hand up to caress Neve’s neck and their lips began to work together, the two of them deeply kissing. When their cheeks hollowed, he knew they were sucking on each other’s tongues. He watched as both of their tank tops slowly showed the pushed-out buds of their aroused nipples. His stomach began to ache, his testicles getting cinched up in his tightening scrotum. He watched intently as they made out. When their mouths came apart, they looked deeply in each other’s eyes, Chelsea still caressing her friends slender neck, Neve’s beaded choker making a soft clicking with the strokes of her long graceful thumb. Neve whispered to Chelsea: “I think he’s still here.”
“I think he’s still here, too,” she said. They made a slow production of turning their faces toward him, pressing their cheeks together. They smiled wide enough he was sure they were on the verge of bursting out laughing at him.
He said, “I can tell you two are in drama together.”
They both giggled.
Neve said, “Why don’t you come over. You just going to sit there and watch?”
Chelsea said, “Pervert.”
“I’ll come over,” he said, standing up now and adjusting his pants. His erection humped out his fly, the knot of his cock head pushing out at the side. They were both looking between his legs and he covered up as he crossed over to their side of the coffee table. “What do you want me to do?”
Chelsea sighed, asked, “Are you going to need instructions all night long?”
“No...”
Neve said, “You can start by taking your pants off.”
“Here, if we wait for him, it will take all night,” Chelsea said reaching overhead now and beginning to undo his buckle. While she undid his pants, Neve kissed Chelsea’s shoulder but kept her eyes on his. When the pants were finally unzipped and Chelsea began tugging them down with his underwear, his erection bounced when it was freed.
Neve said, “You don’t get a blow job at home, why don’t you sit on the couch and let me try...”
“Okay,” he said, unbuttoning three buttons on his shirt then just pulling it over his head and tossing it to the chair where he’d been sitting. “Aren’t you guys going to get naked?”
Neve repeated his phrase in a mocking sort of tone, Aren’t you guys going to get naked?... Then giggled and kissed his knee. His balls rolled over in their sack.
“Told you he was a pervert,” Chelsea said. They both laughed again.
“You want to undress us?” Neve slipped onto the couch on her knees and came close to him. She smelled like spicy cooking and flowers. Her skin was warm, the closeness of her neck made his eyes flutter. He ached to suckle on that graceful spot where her tendons swooped into her collarbone. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?”
He nodded. Neve caressed his neck and face, lowered her lips to his. They were soft and warm and wet, so different in small ways from Chelsea’s and his Libby’s, too. He touched her arm and a jolt of electricity went through him. Her skin was hot, her muscle close to the skin. Then he gasped into Neve’s kiss as Chelsea’s mouth slipped over his erection.
Chelsea sat on the other side of him, leaned over with her head in his lap. She bobbed up and down while he made out with some girl he just met tonight called Neve—it was wilder than he’d ever anticipated a sexual escapade in his life could ever be. His pulse was fast and erratic, and his breaths came quick.
Neve raised up higher than him, and he looked up at her achingly, wanting to have his lips over hers again. She took one of his hands and encouraged him to get up on one knee, his other foot still on the hardwood floor. She kissed his chest, he ran his hands through her hair. Chelsea kissed his hipbone, working her way around to kiss at the small of his back.
“Oh, wow,” he moaned, the pleasure becoming overwhelming.
Chelsea slipped down, putting her heels on the floor, squatting with her lower back against the curled seat of the couch. Neve’s kisses worked down to his stomach. Both of them ran their tongues and their mouths over his skin and he put one hand over his heart feeling its patter under his palm, looking to the front and back as two beautiful women pleasured him with their mouths. Chelsea grabbed his ass cheek, and it made him cry out softly. She lifted it, kissed her way across it...
“Oh, shoot,” he moaned. She wasn’t joking...
Neve kissed her way lower, her graceful hand encircling the base of his erection, gripping it tight with thumb and one finger and sinking him into her mouth. He cried out again, arching his back, grabbing a handful of leather at the back of the couch to support himself. Chelsea wiggled her tongue all through his undercarriage, poking and prodding at his anus, licking at the backside of his scrotum. His testicles had climbed up inside his body, and Neve bobbed up and down his shaft.
The two girls made moaning sounds, bombinating in their throats, breathing heavily through their noses. His stomach had tightened as hard as suspension cable and he worried that he was going to black out. Chelsea wasn’t kidding about this kind of sex. He’d never had an experience like this—and thought he never would...
Now Chelsea’s kisses worked their way around to his hipbone again, and Neve pushed him back to sit on the couch. Chelsea spread his knees wider and the two girls got between his thighs. They worked his cock in unison. Taking turns. One girl would suck on his cock the other would suck on his balls. They used their hands, Chelsea stuck her index finger in his anus. They pleasured him with purpose. They wanted him to enjoy this. They looked in his eyes while they performed the dirtiest actions he could imagine. They passed his cock back and forth like they shared a popsicle, knowing their performance would please a man...
“Wait,” he said, “I’m, mm, yeah, I’m going to come...”
Both of them nodded, encouraging him, hands and tongues moving faster, eyes turned to his cock so they could see him erupt...
When he finally ejaculated, it was in Neve’s mouth. Chelsea was gripping him hard, three fingers squeezing his balls, an ‘O.K.’ sign locked around the base. He flexed his stomach over and over again as the content of his testicles squirted into Neve’s closed mouth. She locked his eyes with hers, completely unabashed and confident while she took his load into her waiting mouth.
When he was done, Chelsea flicked his penis out of Neve’s mouth and jerked him fast. Neve kept her lips pursed closed. Chelsea stroked him hard enough it made him jump and squirm on the chair. Chelsea laughed, Neve did too, cupping her hand under her mouth and hunching her shoulders. He realized she still kept his seed in the cup of her tongue. She held up a finger indicating for them to wait.
Chelsea said, “You’re not going to laugh and spray that all over us, are you?”
Neve waved her hands back and forth, her eyes squinting closed like she would laugh.
“Come here,” Chelsea said, gripping the back of Neve’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss. The two of them made out, their wet mouths slurping over each other’s, his semen spilling over their lips, over their chins and down their necks. They traded his fluids back and forth until there was nothing left, and he just watched their tongues writhe against each other.
When they were done, they both laughed and pulled ha
ir away from their faces. Chelsea looked at him and said, “All that big talk about going all night—you got more in you?”
He nodded. “I do.”
17
Finn and Chelsea’s bedroom was a small space just like his own, their bed a king-size fourposter. The girls brought him upstairs, him naked, them still dressed. When he climbed on the bed one of them spanked his ass.
Now he was sitting up in the pillows, looking in the dim light as two slender beautiful shapes came up the bed on either side, getting on their knees. He watched as they kissed again, both of them using their hands to slowly undress each other. All he could hear was the loud wet sounds of their mouths, the dry sounds of their fabric sliding against their smooth dry skin.
When they were naked, he got up to join them. All three of them on their knees, he interjected with his own mouth. They accepted him, kissing him, caressing him, kissing each other, caressing each other. Everyone’s hands explored each other’s bodies. They squeezed at his balls, stroked his cock, he cupped their ass cheeks, slid fingers into their nether regions, feeling both of them were hot and wet. He dipped low and took one of Neve’s nipples into his mouth. She ran her fingernails through his hair.
Soon all three of them were laying flat on the bed together, arms and legs intertwining, mouths working over each other.
Sometimes when he had a nipple in his mouth, he was unsure whether it was Neve’s or Chelsea’s. When someone stroked his cock, he didn’t know whose hand it was.
Neve got behind him, and he was face-to-face with Chelsea, the two of them looking into each other’s eyes, touching each other’s faces and kissing. Neve scratched his back and Chelsea rolled over and opened her legs. Neve nudged him, encouraging him to get over top of Chelsea. He did, then lowered between her legs. Neve squeezed his balls, gripped his cock and pointed it downward. He lowered and Neve guided his bare and unprotected cock inside Chelsea. The girl of his dreams with her legs open and accepting his erection inside her. It was unreal. It couldn’t possibly be real...