Dawning, Dee - Naked Research (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)





Naked Research
Rebecca Roth, an author of erotic romance novels, writes from experience. Except her latest book is about something she has never experienced--a ménage a trois.
Seeking to expand her horizons, she visits a popular cocktail lounge and runs into Kevin MacCloud, a man’s man and a woman’s Lothario. Sparks fly between them. She wants him desperately, and the feeling is mutual, but she needs a second lover. Fortunately, Vince, his roommate with movie-star looks, is at home and willing to please.
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre Length: 25,458 words
NAKED RESEARCH
Dee Dawning
MENAGE AND MORE

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NAKED RESEARCH
DEE DAWNING
Copyright © 2011
Chapter One
Day One
She studied him over the rim of her glass as she sipped her overpriced vodka martini. Five-eleven, dark brown hair, eye color unknown, dark gray blazer with open collar, black slacks and shiny black shoes. They have to have shiny shoes. She snickered. Unless they’re cowboys.
He stalked toward her with determination, each step straight in front of the last, like an arrow shot from a bow. Another good sign. He carried a bottle of beer. Bad sign, unless he’s a cowboy. Ah, but it’s imported. Heineken, if I’m not mistaken—a good sign.
Sitting in a secluded semicircular booth in chrome-and-mirror dominated Trends, the hottest new lounge in town, she set her martini down and watched him advance. As he drew close, she leaned forward and willed a friendly smile on her better than average face. Blue—his eyes are blue. He’ll do nicely.
Are you sure? It’s not too late to call this crazy gambit off.
The first time is always the hardest.
She held a welcoming hand out. “Hi, I’m Dede Wilson. Did you come to keep little ol’ me company?”
She’d preempted his line, so he seemed clueless as to how to respond. Appearing to gather his thoughts, he looked left, then right, as if to verify she’d addressed him and no one else.
He took her hand, but instead of shaking it, he made a magnificent gesture when he bent down and kissed it. A kiss she felt in her toes. A very good sign.
When he released her hand, he smiled. “Kevin MacCloud.” He hitched his strong cleft chin in the direction of the empty cushion next to her. “May I?”
“Why not?” Showing her overt friendliness, she slid to her right enough for him to sit, making sure to flash her long, stocking-clad legs, confirming what the man behind those cunning eyes probably suspected—she was on the make.
He stood eyeing her legs. As she tugged her blood red skirt to a more respectable position, he slid in until his thigh and hers hugged. As his handsome face revolved toward her, his smile blinded her. Kevin’s wide grin displayed a rack of the whitest, most perfect teeth on the planet Earth. He angled in her direction and rested his right elbow upon the backrest behind her head. “You had me going there.”
Lost in his great looks, minty breath and sexy masculine aroma, her mind initially failed to absorb what he’d said. “What? Oh, yes. I like to see the look on a man’s face when I do that.”
She sipped the last of her martini, and Kevin signaled the passing waitress and Kevin signaled the passing waitress. “Could you bring us another round. I’d like a glass for my beer, too?”
He slipped his arm behind her neck and over her shoulder. “So, do you do that often?”
Her silly, tight-lipped smile matched her answer. “No, you’re the first.”
Confusion materialized over his face, so she quickly added, “But I liked your reaction, so I’ll likely do it again.”
He laughed. A warm, hearty laugh—a good sign.
“Are you always so quirky?”
After the waitress set down their drinks, she studied him while taking a sip of her fresh martini and decided she loved his bedroom blue eyes. Sighing, she wished she had blue eyes like that. Instead, she was cursed with—blah—hazel eyes.
“Not really,” she answered, “but I’m really, really nervous.” The tiny wrinkles branching out from those gorgeous eyes were a sign that Kevin smiled and laughed a lot. Another good sign.
“I make you nervous?”
She decided she liked Kevin MacCloud. The trick was going to be not liking him too much. “A little.” She replied. “You are rather imposing, but it’s not you that’s making me nervous.”
After setting his Heineken down, he rested his hand high on her thigh. “I’ll bite. What’s making you nervous?”
Warmth concentrated in her core, a few inches above his hand. It felt good and she decided she liked that.
Leaning back, she responded by resting her hand on his thigh, but higher. “What I have planned for tonight.”
He squirmed a little, cleared his throat, then raised his chin and, shaking his head with two fingers down his collar, loosened his tie. “May I be so bold as to ask what that might be?”
She smiled enthusiastically. “Very well said. I’ll have to remember that for my hero in a future book.”
He took another drink of his beer and when his hand returned, it had moved up three and a half inches, make that four inches, up her thigh. “You’re a writer?”
She shook her head. “Author. I write romance novels.”
He raised an eyebrow and hitched his chin. “Sexy ones?”
Finishing her sip, she pulled the glass from her lips and cocked her head. She giggled. “Are there any other kind?”
His eyes twinkled when he laughed. It’s going to be hard not liking him too much. “I wouldn’t know since I’m not a romance reader. I would like to read one of yours, though, to see what makes you tick.”
After she sipped her drink, her lips formed a winsome smile. “Believe me, what makes the average romance writer tick is not apparent from the torrid sex scenes between the pages of her books. I, for one, am happily boring. Except for tonight, that is.”
He poured the rest of the lager in his tall glass and drank about a third, leaving a foam mustache.
Snickering, she raised her cocktail napkin and removed the faux mustache. “I’m so glad you’re clean shaven.”
An awkward moment passed where they stared at each other. She thought he might kiss her.
Instead, he asked, “And what are your plans for tonight that make you less boring?”
She raised her brows. “I’m not ready to get into that yet. However, I am interested in knowing more about you. What do you do?”
He wiggled his brow. “When I’m not busy carousing bars trying to pick up devilishly attractive authors, you mean?”
Her finger twisted a lock of her long blond hair. Doesn’t he remind you the tiniest bit of Sean?
No, of course not!
“Something like that.”
“Would you believe I’m a literary agent for the Marley Group?”
This is not good. “For real?”
* * * *
She remembered that morning’s conversation with Zoe, her personal assistant.
“Are you out of your mind? You are the queen of erotic romance. You already write the absolute best, most incinerating sex scenes in the business. I fail to understand why you feel this need go out and pick up two strangers for a one-night stand of consensual sex. You’re too good for that.”
She scratched the top of her head, where the chestnut brown roots had begun to show through her blonde-in-a-bottle hair. “Let me get this straight. I’m too good to have two lip-smacking men of my choice fawning over me while they fuck me to the stars. Sounds pretty spectacular to me. Maybe I’ll go for a ménage a quatre. That might send me to the next galaxy. Though I can see where that could get cumbersome to put on paper.”
“It’s not the act itself, Becca. It’s the tawdry way you intend to bring about your dalliance, going to singles bars and night clubs, picking up strangers. I still don’t know why you need to do this.”
She shook her head. “We’ve discussed this, Zoe. I’m modern single woman, it’s my effing birthday, and though my libido is as large as the Atlantic Ocean and growing, I haven’t been laid in eons.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s an eon to you? And tell me, why must your sex partners be strangers?”
“Two months is an eon. And my sex partners, as you so coolly call them, must be strangers for three reasons. First, though threesomes are probably written about more than they happen, when they do happen, it’s ten times more likely to happen with strangers. Second, many women fantasize about sex with a stranger or, in this case, two strangers. Third, if I didn’t use strangers, who would I use, my publisher’s husband and my ex? Having a ménage a trois is my business alone, and that’s why I have to use strangers to do this. Have you ever thought about the reasons my love scenes are so arousing and titillating?”
Zoe’s brow furrowed. “Because you’re a fabulous writer.”
She smiled at the compliment. “More like a good writer, with a fabulous memory. Getting around a lot in my younger years, I gathered a ton of scorching memories. Zoe, those memories, those experiences, are what fuels my sex scenes.”
“Well, can’t you just extrapolate your experiences to accommodate a second lover?”
“I thought about that. I probably could project what it would be like from two to three men, but one man to two is a huge jump. My book is nearly complete, and I need to do this to finish it. I’m going before I chicken out. This is not easy to do, you know. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a beauty appointment to get these roots bleached. I plan to get laid tonight, come Hell or high water.”
* * * *
Kevin moved his head slowly up and down. “I’m afraid so, but don’t worry. I never mix business and romance.”
She lowered her head demurely, and raised her eyes to meet his gaze. “Is that what you plan to do with me—romance me?”
His free hand left her leg and wrapped around her waist. He slid his lips past her blonde locks and nuzzled into her neck below the ear. Shivers shot through her and goose bumps rose on her arms and neck as his lips laved and kissed her neck. “Romancing you is only the beginning of what I plan to do with you.”
In a sultry, breathless voice, she dared ask, “Pray tell, gallant knight, what is it you plan to do with me?”
He snickered. “After wining and dining you till the wee hours, I plan to take you somewhere very private, remove your hot red dress, spread your gorgeous legs, and eat your fabulous pussy.”
Dampness collected in her core. She pulled away and stared at him. Suddenly she wondered. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-nine. How old are you?”
She reached for his crotch.
He gasped as she squeezed his hardness.
“Would it make any difference if my pussy was seven years older than this cock?”
Chuckling, he shook his head. “None, and you don’t have to worry about me blabbing. Whatever we do, if we do anything, is strictly between us.” He lowered his beautiful blue eyes to his lap, where she’d begun to stroke him.
He closed his eyes. “Mmm, that feels good. Now, tell me, what is it you plan to do tonight?”
She removed her hand and he groaned. Her nervous laugh sounded like a yelp. “Tonight, I begin the research I need for my newest novel, a ménage a trois.”
Kevin’s jaw fell. “A ménage a trois?”
Unable to wipe the silly grin off her face, she nodded.
The way he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows was adorable. “Who’s the other woman?”
Blinking her lashes, she shook her head slowly. “You wish!”
His jaw returned to his shocked position. “A guy?” She nodded.
“Who? I hope you don’t expect—”
“Only if you both want to, but I prefer to be the focus of your attentions.” Her palm gently cupped his chin, her thumb testing the depth of his cleft. “As for who, I’m going to need your help for that.”
Chapter Two
Recruit # Two
He downed the last of his beer and banged the glass on the table. “I’m in. What do you need me to do?”
“Did you mean it when you said you wanted to go down on me?”
“Absolutely, I’d love to dine on you.”
The thought of Kevin eating her pussy made her shiver. “Well, then, I want you to do everything you said you planned to do, including that—I’m still heating up over that remark. Let me see your tongue.”
He smirked at her peculiar request, but stuck his tongue out.
It seemed long and very sexy, but she wasn’t sure. “Raise it up as far as it’ll go.”
He did, and she got enthused when it touched the tip of his nose. Excitedly, like an eight-year-old who’d just received a birthday present, she clapped.
His tongue retreated immediately. “Why did you do that?”
“Because I’m impressed. Do it again?”
She didn’t clap this time, but when his tongue went past the tip of his nose, she giggled and squirmed when she pictured that orgasmic sex toy delving deep into her moist slit.
Then she gasped when the wicked, beautiful man slipped his hand under her skirt and fingered her clit through her panties. She could feel the thumping of her heart in her ears and the warm stirring of achy lust lining her interior walls. Her lips searched for and found his. Kevin’s tongue barged into her mouth as if he couldn't get enough of her, as if he wanted to pass his fever for her through their heated kiss. And it worked. Oh, how it worked.
Shunting her panties to the side, while their passionate kiss continued, he inserted what felt like ten naughty fingers in her shameless snatch. Strong, sensual currents cascaded through her when she felt Kevin’s fingers slide along her distended love bud. He whispered, “Your panties are soaked. Can I take them off?”
Dede glanced around. No one noticed or cared. Still, this was happening much too fast. They hadn’t even looked for stud number deux, but it had been so long, and Kevin was so hot, that all of a sudden she didn’t care. Nevertheless, she took a deep breath and whispered, “Isn’t this a little quick?”
His manly fingers worked magic, pressing into her womanly haven from the inside. Her kitty no longer purred—it was aflame. His fingers pounded her slick channel as his thumb strummed her swollen clit, and her mind slipped into surreal territory. He whispered back. “I have an idea.”
She responded with a moan.
“How important is it that your ménage be tonight?”
“Why?” The word barely made it to her lips.
“Because I have a roommate who, I swear, looks as good as any movie star you can name.”
Perfect. She started to rise.
He stopped her. “But he’s out of town until tomorrow.”
She leaned back, removed her sopping wet panties, and let him continue.
Some cognizance returned to her lust-battered mind. “So you want me to wait till tomorrow?”
He pulled his fingers out and sucked them. “Mmm, tasty. Yes, but just for the ménage. Tonight I want to take you to my loft and start by dining on your sweet pussy.”
A vision of Kevin sliding his tongue past the tip of his nose returned. “Do you live far?”
“Just over the bridge in Brooklyn.”
She grabbed her wrap and clutch. “Let’s go.”
* * * *
In the cab on the way to his loft, Kevin didn’t slow down. If anything, he sped up. Taking up where he’d left off in Trends, two or three of Kevin’s talented fingers slammed her juicy, unadorned pussy. He managed to free one of her breasts, and wrapped his soft lips around her protruding nipple. He sucked on it and teased it with his magic tongue. Picturing Kevin in his king sized bed, his tongue reaming her deepest recesses, she shook and squirmed. Boiling over, she was on the verge of losing control.
As the cab driver pulled up to Kevin’s loft, she couldn’t hold it any longer. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming as wave after unrelenting wave of dreamy pleasure flooded over her. Her entire body quaked while her pussy clenched around his fingers, sending a surge of intense pulses shattering through her.
She heard the driver joke as Kevin paid him. “There isn’t any pussy juice on this twenty, is there?”
“Only a little,” Kevin answered. He wrapped an arm around her and hustled her inside while the remnants of her orgasm continued to shudder through her.
They rode up the single flight in an open freight elevator. Lifting the gate, he grabbed her hand and led her to 2B. When he opened the door, she waltzed in and spun to face him. “Which way to the bedroom?”
He pointed to his right. She removed her wrap, dropped it onto a nearby chair, then headed right, toward the bedroom, continuing to take off and discard items of clothing as she went. Except for her four-inch red sandals, Dede was naked by the time she stepped into his masculine art deco bedroom. She flopped on the bed and rolled onto her back. Kevin stood in the doorway, an elbow resting on the doorjamb and a surprised look on his face.
In the sultry voice of a heroine from one of her books, she said, “I’m ready for you.”
Raising her legs into the air, she spread them wide for his viewing pleasure and assumed the position of one whose pussy was about to be dined upon.
There was something devilish about his smile as his gaze devoured her. “Not exactly shy, are you?”
* * * *
She laughed at his comment. “I told you this is my night to be bad.”
He chuckled. “Yes, you did. Would you like some wine?”
Her hand moved downward across her naked abdomen toward her nether lips. She deferred, “Maybe later. For now, come over here with your amazing tongue and help me be bad.”
After her titillating invitation, the fact that she rested on his roommate’s bed instead of his no longer seemed an issue. Long an aficionado of not only beautiful, but also accomplished, women, tonight he’d hit gold. She was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty of about five-six, and he reveled in her lovely form. Dede was statuesque, shapely, and, by all appearances, uninhibited. If indeed she was thirty-six, he couldn’t tell for she looked no older than the twenty-six-year-old Broadway starlet he’d recently dated.
He surveyed this beautiful creature from head to toe. His gaze drew to the apex of her well-turned legs. A woman’s cunt had always felt like a mysterious gift, ready to be opened, admired and devoured by the right man. That was why he enjoyed cunnilingus so much. The folds that framed Dede’s alluring, narrow opening pulsated with desire and drew him like a moth to a flame. Already hard as a Manhattan steel beam, his cock brimmed with need. The erotic vision of her middle finger snaking over her bare, sexy mound and massaging her swollen clitoris intensified Kevin’s excited condition.
He wasted no time undressing. He was naked, down on his knees, and between her thighs in sixty seconds or less.
To Dede’s apparent chagrin, he didn’t dive right in. Dede was the kind of woman with whom you took your time and savored. Though her soft, smooth, bewitching cunt lured his tongue and cock, he took his time, massaging, probing, fondling, and intruding. For ninety long seconds—an eternity to a woman in heat—he did that. A finger or thumb here, a lick or suck there.
Squirming, Dede pleaded, “Please, don’t tease me. My pussy is on fire.”
He splayed her inner folds using his thumbs, and displayed her private inner workings. Her pussy glistened with her lubricating crème. He moved his lips within inches of the lusty spectacle before him and inhaled her divine bouquet.
He hovered over her intriguing orifice, gazing along her scintillating, feminine form, across her mildly rounded abdomen to her breasts. Between her glorious twin mounds, he met her mysterious ever-changing, hazel eyes. He slipped his tongue past his lips and wiggled it.
* * * *
Dede couldn’t remember ever being this aroused. Kevin’s touch spurred a delicious throb of jarring pleasure through her body.
Bountiful quantities of feminine juices seeped from her pussy as if it were perspiring from the heat that had developed within. She fought not to squirm, but it seemed beyond her control. Her walls clenched with need at each erotic touch or probe as currents of air brushed across her exposed bottom. The pussy teaser was driving her bonkers.
He flashed a devious smile and began to wiggle his silky organ over her sultry slit. Wound tight, she gulped, wondering if the first touch of his marvelous tongue would drive her over the edge. With his thumbs parting and widening her, his long, smooth, warmth glided into her void, exchanging saliva for her slippery crème.
The sensations were so overpowering she nearly passed out. His tongue continued to ream her helpless slit while his talented fingers worked magic upon her clit. Her back arched violently and began to undulate. She moved her fingers to address the needs of her nipples.
His tongue, buried deep in Dede’s core, ignited a liquid fever in her blood—a fever that flowed through her entire body. As he swabbed her pink walls, she slipped her legs around his back. She crossed her ankles and began to reel his mouth in firmer against her slit.
That’s when his mouth and fingers traded places. She didn’t think anything could feel better than what Kevin had been doing to her, but it did. Kevin was a pussy-eating marvel who had a talented mouth, an instinctive pussy-loving tongue and clever fingers. The jumble of divine sensations had her on the verge of ecstasy. She was so close to a visit to Shangri-La, she closed her eyes and willed it and, like a Christmas present, it came.
Dede’s clit quaked in his mouth and her pussy clenched around his fingers. Waves of radiant pulses branched out from her core, careening through her nerves and veins like some out-of-control creature playing pinball inside her nervous system. All hell broke loose as she rode a tsunami-like wave into a gigantic orgasmic eruption. Her body jerked out of control. She moved frenetically until soothing waves of comfort flowed over her and the phenomenal feeling subsided, replaced by a heaven like bliss.
If I had one of him at home, I could throw bob, my battery operated boyfriend, and all my other toys in the trash.
An image of his throbbing cock flashed through her mind. She licked her lips. Payback was going to be fun.
She opened her eyes to tell Kevin she was going to suck his cock when she saw him. He leaned against the doorjamb almost in the same position Kevin had twenty minutes earlier.
Kevin started to move his head, which blocked his view of her unadorned pussy, so she grabbed it and held it in place. “Don’t move yet,” she ordered, sotto voce. “We have a visitor.”
Chapter Three
Ménage
If Kevin was Romeo, the stranger was Adonis. He was what she called medium tall—just under six foot and lean. Rather than being handsome in the masculine sense, his face was angelic with delicate features. His flawless skin was the color of caramel, and she thought at first he might be black. His family tree certainly contained some African heritage, but there was more. His smile was nearly as perfect as Kevin’s and his warm brown eyes, looking straight at her, danced with mirth. The naughty boy had been watching and, to her surprise, it pleased her.
Kevin jerked his head around, leaving her pussy wide open to his gaze. Staring directly between her legs, his eyes expanded. She pulled her knees together and, for good measure, placed her hand over her slit.
In an incredulous tone, Kevin asked, “Vince? What are you doing here?”
The smile on Vince’s face seemed devious. “I live here, remember. The question is, who is she? And why were you scarfing her sweet pussy in my bed?”
A flush of heat passed through her. “Your bed?” She sat up, stretching an arm across her breasts as best as she could. “This is your bed?”
Kevin rose and sat next to her. Trying to smooth things over, Kevin introduced him, “Dede, this is my roommate, Vince Reynolds, home a day early. Vince, this lovely—”he glanced at her and snickered—“naked lady is Dede Wilson, and she’s on a quest.”
Kevin leaned over and whispered in her ear, “What do you think? Do you like him?”
Dede’s gaze panned him once more head to shiny loafers and back to his smiling face, with a double take at his tented crotch. Indeed, she liked Vince very, very much. Suddenly, a vision of Kevin stroking her doggy style while she sucked on Vince’s cock visited her mind. “I’m pleased to meet you, Vince. I’m sorry about the bed. When I asked Kevin which way to his bedroom, he pointed this way and I ended up here.”
He winked and smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”
She decided to ask point-blank. “How long did you watch?”
He shrugged. “A couple minutes, maybe, enough to get worked up. What kind of quest are you on?”
“It’s not a quest in the common use. It’s a quest for knowledge—I want to experience a ménage a trois. Maybe it’s a sign. I end up in your bed, and you come home early. I’d like it if you joined us and made it a threesome.”
His smile grew wider. “I was hoping you’d say that,”
She lowered her arm from her breasts. Raising a single eye, in a coy voice, she invited him over, “Great. Please stand here and let me unveil your manhood while you undress.”
Vince crossed the ten feet from where he’d been in an instant and stood before her, the bulge in his trousers about mouth high.
Keeping her warmed up, Kevin kneaded a breast with one hand and inserted a finger in her feminine haven with the other.
While Vince unbuttoned his shirt, Dede unbuckled his belt. When he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and over his arms, she unzipped the fly of his slacks and dragged them to the floor. His long, swarthy cock was hard, protruding above his briefs. Stepping out of his pants and kicking them away, her fingers slipped behind the band of his shorts and dragged them to the floor. He gasped as she licked the sensitive underside of his shaft.
The man had a magnificent body. No, none of those Incredible Hulk like bulges for which some work so hard. Instead, subtly muscular without an ounce of fat, Vince’s mostly hairless, sinewy body had smooth, aesthetic curves usually associated more with women than men.
Nevertheless, he was all man and his longer than average tool proved it. Reflexively, she grabbed it. He tensed as she squeezed him. “Are you a model? If you’re not, you should be,” she blurted.
He loosened up enough to laugh. “I modeled for six years while I went to college. I still do sometimes for spare money.”
Stroking him slowly, she asked, “I know what Kevin does, what do you do?”
“I’m an architect, and if you would’ve gone left, you would’ve been in my office. What do you do?”
“I write sexy romance books and you two are part of the research for my next book.” She grinned. “And I intend to enjoy every sexy second of our research together.”
“Me too,” remarked Kevin.
Vince glanced down to where she stroked his cock and laughed. “I’m already enjoying it.”
She laughed too. “Kevin, baby. Stand next to Vince, will you? I want to get a good look at the cocks that are going to be spending most of the night inside me.”
Slowly, Kevin rose and sidled up beside Vince. She grabbed his pride in her other hand. Eye level with their crotches, she could get a much better look at the objects of her lust. Vince’s was mostly light brown with a dark brown crown and scrotum. Kevin’s was flesh color, like his skin, offset by raised blue and purple veining. The head of his cock was mauve with plum colored ridges. They were both well endowed, with Vince being longer and Kevin thicker.
Kevin asked, “Now what?” as he jutted his generous specimen within inches of her mouth.
They did look absolutely delicious. She glanced up at him and cast a knowing smile as she winked. “I know what you want.” These were just what she wanted for her birthday. She giggled mentally when she pictured each cock with a red ribbon tied around it. “Okay, I’m going to suck your cocks, both of them, but not to climax.”
“Aw, why not?” asked Kevin.
“I’ve been with too many men who, once they cum, aren’t good for anything. Can I tell you a secret?”
They both nodded and Vince said, “Sure.”
“Today is my birthday, and I want ten mind-blowing orgasms for my birthday present.”
Vince’s mouth dropped open. “Ten orgasms?”
“Boys, I’m the closest thing you’ve had to a nymph, so it won’t be that hard. Kevin has already delivered two, so you only have eight to go. Now, if you don’t mind, I feel like tickling my tonsils with something warm and long.”
Holding their cocks, she stroked Kevin while her tongue laved up and down Vince’s musky scented, slightly saline-tasting cock and balls. He gasped as she took him into her mouth and a throaty moan emitted from deep in his chest as she sucked him. Vince took hold of the back of her head as she worked him over.
She switched and stroked Vince while taking Kevin in her mouth. As her lips surrounded his tasty staff, he stiffened and groaned with each downward thrust. After sucking on Kevin for about thirty seconds, she switched back to Vince, where she noticed a large bead of clear pre-cum had seeped from his opening and trekked down his crown. Her tongue swung out, licked the tiny bead of tasty male crème into her mouth and savored it.
This time, when she took Vince’s maleness in her mouth, she made sure she tongued the sensitive underside of his penis using a swirling motion.
“O–o–oh, that’s so good, baby. Don’t stop.” He grabbed the back of her head with both of his hands and soon he was doing all the work, fucking her stationary mouth—in and out, in and out. Vince began to pant and she knew the signs of male ejaculation. To his obvious disappointment, she pulled away. “Aw, shit. I was so close.”
She wagged a finger at him. “Ten orgasms.”
He laughed. “What now?”
Kevin said, “What about me? I wasn’t even close to coming.”
“Vince will fuck me doggy style while I continue to suck you off, but try not to cum. Lay down on the bed. You can fuck me afterward.”
That seemed to pacify Kevin. He got on the bed and lay on his back. She got up on her knees over Kevin and spread her legs, knowing her folds bulged between her ass cheeks, and Vince moved in position behind her. “How’s this?” “Perfect.”
“Good, I’m ready whenever you are.”
Sitting at the head of the bed right in front of her, Kevin spread his legs. She took hold of his rigid flesh with her hand and massaged him.
Kneeling directly behind her, Vince stuck a finger into her and moved it in out and around. Then he went to two fingers. “You’re still good and wet. Let me put a condom on.”
“Good idea.” She turned her head and watched him as he reached in the top drawer of his nightstand and pulled out the foil-covered protection. Removing the wrapper, he quickly sheathed his chocolate-headed weapon and got back on his knees behind her. She sucked a breath as he slowly inserted two fingers into her again and moved them in out and around. “Mmmm. Your cunt looks so sweet. You’re good to go,” he said as he took the position directly behind her.
About to take Kevin into her mouth, she suddenly jerked from a sharp pain on her right buttock, which made her pussy clench. Vince’s palm had landed a smart blow across her ass with a stinging slap and she cried out in surprise. “Hey.”
“Just warmin’ you up, sweetheart.”
“You want to warm up my derriere or fuck me?”
Another slap and then another. She gulped in air, surprised at the warmth that settled in her pussy. She could feel a dribble of crème running down her interior thigh.
Finally, he shoved two fingers into her again, then added a third with no problem. The fingers slid in easily, lubricated by the liquid warmth of her excitement. He moved the fingers of his left hand in and out, reaming her with each intrusion. His right hand reached around her thigh and rubbed the flexible skin and nerves of her clitoral sheath, spreading the pooled wetness until her whole sex felt slippery. The tingly sensation she felt multiplied in her core and coursed throughout her body.
To her utter astonishment, she came, yelping, “Ai-e-e-e! My God, I’m coming!” Her ass sashayed left and right as seemingly endless hot and cold pleasure waves shot from her loins into her extremities, teased her body and mind. Seeing that she started coming, Vince, shocked her by thrusting his long, brown cock home, deep into her dripping cavern, filling her clear to her womb. The sudden intrusion in her well made the climax start anew. Her pussy rippled along his length, sucking at him as she erupted into a nugget of screaming pleasure. Her hand squeezed Kevin’s cock in a deathlike grip, holding tight as Vince tilted her hips and ground his pubes against her ass. Waves of pleasure flooded over her, climaxing in a sudden exhilarating, erotic explosion.
Through and after her surprise orgasm, Vince’s cock continued to slam her deep, womanly recess. The slick walls of Dede’s pussy, which had cried all night for friction, purred like a happy pussycat. While Vince stroked Dede’s pussy, Kevin sensually ran his hands all over her and teased her nipples. Payback came when, as promised, she took his now half-hard shaft into her mouth. Closing his eyes, he gasped, then placed one of his large hands upon her head to guide her mouth up and down on him. Fucking her mouth like that hardened his dick in no time.
Meanwhile, Kevin’s other hand continued to fondle her nipples, while Vince anchored his hands on her hips and drove into her relentlessly. Every inch of him pounded her helpless, seemingly insatiable pussy.
Vince blurted out, “Christ, sweetheart. Your cunt feels so fucking good, I don’t know how long I can hold out.”
Out of breath and panting from lust, she took Kevin’s cock out of her mouth and responded between breaths, “Me too…I’m close to another one.”
Then his cock pushed into her to the hilt for the last time and stayed there as he groaned and yelled. “Oh, yeah, baby. I’m coming.” He held himself in against her ass as tight as possible, while his middle finger brutally tweaked her smooth, silky pearl.
“Oooh!” She felt a sharp pain and realized he’d bent over her and bitten her back. Suddenly, satisfaction in her grasp, she sucked in a deep breath and cried out loudly, “Damn, guys… I’m coming again already.”
Seeing she was having yet another orgasm, Kevin pulled his cock out of her mouth. His hands grasped her boobs, his digits teasing, tweaking, and flicking her nipples, adding to the stupendous sensations that coursed through her body.
Feeling her pussy muscles tightening around Vince’s lengthy shaft, she and Vince both moaned in delight. With tingly currents racing through her, her free hand reached out for something, anything, to grasp for purchase. Once again, her fingers wrapped tightly around Kevin’s dick.
For his part, Vince continued to massage her clit, bringing forth a welcome mini-climax, after which she rolled onto her side, spent, and cuddled onto Kevin’s lap.
Vince collapsed next to them quivering and shuddering for a minute while they recovered from their wonderful ordeal.
When the last gyration subsided, Kevin rose to his knees, his cock stretching skyward. “That was great. I hope you’re ready, ’cause now it’s my turn.” She reminded him to wear a condom. After grabbing one from the same nightstand, he scrambled around until he stood on his knees between her legs. He showed her the condom. “Would you like to put it on?”
She sat up and took the prophylactic from him. “I think I would.” After sheathing him, she reclined onto her elbows.
What looked to be an approving smile formed on Kevin’s handsome face as he drank in her nakedness. “You are beautiful.”
Her return smile was shortened when he probed her slippery slit with a finger. “Ooh.” She chirped at the unexpected intrusion. She held her breath as he inserted a second finger. Since she was well lubricated, his fingers glided in easily. Delightful sensations raced through her as his two fingers wiggled within and stroked her heated channel. Writhing, she eased herself into his plunging fingers.
Vince remained at her side, kissing and fondling her. Kevin, still on his knees, placed his manhood near the opening of her crème-filled tunnel. After she guided his rocket partially home, he leaned over her and shoved. It slid all the way in. Then his hands grabbed and raised her ankles and spread her legs wide while he began to stoke her. Piston-like, he moved in and out of her, slowly at first, gradually picking up the tempo until his shaft stroked her in a driving rhythm, pushing her up and down on the bed.
Reaching behind her, her fingers gripped the headboard as his powerful thrusts kept coming, relentlessly pounding her pussy. Her breathing became irregular and her blood simmered just below her skin. Tense fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as his hefty cock pummeled her harder and faster. Vince’s mouth, discovering her nipples, alternated between nibbling and suckling, while his finger ran pleasure circles around her other nipple.
She became overwhelmed from the intense concentration of pleasure. Thrilling spasms rippled through her core as another impending climax built layer upon layer. Kevin rested her feet on his shoulders, then anchored his hands on her hips. He rose up and drove into her hard, wiggling sideways, trapping her clit against his pelvic area in a wicked embrace. Every nerve in her body felt charged. He came and she followed. Sensation pulled from her extremities, building as the bolt of euphoria burst through her center. A scream of ecstasy burst forth, and waves of pleasure lapped against her mind like an unstoppable tide. Screaming her release, brightness flashed behind her eyes as her sixth orgasm raced through her.
After they’d recovered, they continued their threesome. Kevin and Vince tongued and fucked her until they all ran out of gas. By the time that happened, she’d experienced ecstasy eleven glorious times. Poor Kevin and Vince only had two and three apiece.
She thought what a great success her research and birthday had been. She smiled before falling asleep exhausted at twelve-thirty, after a four hour marathon.
At six o’clock, she woke. Laying between them, she managed to slip out of bed without waking them. Quietly, she picked up her clothes and slipped into the bathroom where, after closing the door and turning on a light, she got dressed. Five minutes later, she exited the bedroom and went to the opposite side of the loft. She sat at what was probably Vince’s desk and dialed Yellow Cab. “Yes, I’d like a cab sent to—” She realized she didn’t know the address. She spotted a card holder on his desk. “Just a minute, please.” She plucked a card and read the address off to the dispatcher. “Sixteen-twenty-seven east Spenser, spelled S-P-E-N-S-E-R, Road.”
She dropped the card in her clutch. “Thank you. I’ll be waiting outside.”
Twenty minutes she had to wait. She began to walk around and study some of the photographs, plaques, and renderings that decorated the walls or rested on desks. All of it was wonderful and it was most likely Vince’s work. The more she saw, the more impressed she became. Vince was more than a beautiful face and a fantastic lay. He was a talented architect, community leader and a man of substance. She suspected since Kevin, his roommate, though she met him in a bar, was an all around good guy as well.
She was sad to leave her lovers, but memories of her broken heart three years ago stiffened her resolve to leave them. She wrote a thank you note and slipped out the door.
Chapter Four
Day Two - Dede
Arriving home a little after six-fifty, she undressed and got in bed. Waking two hours later, she slipped her gown off and segued into the shower. The steam, the hot spray of water massaging her skin, combined with every touch of her fingers, served to bring poignant recollections of yesterday’s erotic adventure flooding back. Scrubbing her erogenous zones, her touch became their touch and without thinking about it, she masturbated herself to release. Now, truly refreshed, after dressing, she waltzed into the office portion of her home. She wanted to write while the memories of her very naughty birthday played across her mind like a pornographic film.
Sitting at her desk, she clicked the on button of her laptop and started recording the recollections of her fabulous night.
Zoe came in and hung up her wrap. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” she replied, continuing to type and not looking up.
She strutted over to Becca’s desk. Glancing at her, she could tell from Zoe’s eyes that she was in a mood, and when Zoe raised both eyebrows, Becca prepared for a sarcastic comment. “Well, since you’re here and not dismembered in some back alley garbage bin, I guess you survived your hot research night.” She added snidely, “Did you chicken out?”
Zoe could be such a nag sometimes. She’d already fired her three times, and the last time Zoe didn’t even bother to leave because she’d hired her back each time. Standing only five-two and bespectacled, she really was worth her ninety-eight pounds in gold.
Nevertheless, she refused to reply to her ridiculous speculation. Instead, her Mona Lisa style smile said, Fuck you, Zoe.
Standing in front of Becca, Zoe widened her stance and rested fists, akimbo style, on her hips. “Well. Did you?”
Zoe’s alpha woman pose looked so preposterous, Becca bit her bottom lip to keep from breaking out in laughter. Instead, feigning aloofness, she answered her, “No! I did not…chicken out!”
Still displaying her annoying “I told you so” posture, Zoe continued, “What then? Couldn’t find anybody?”
It was time to put Zoe in her place. “What makes you think I didn’t succeed?”
She shrugged. “Did you?”
Mustering as much sarcasm as she could, she answered, “Yes! I’ll have you know I not only succeeded, I got laid every way possible but upside down. I was coddled and fondled and caressed and fucked for—”she exaggerated—“six straight hours. In summary, I had a night to remember for as long as I live. Now, if you don’t mind, I want to get this down while the memories are fresh and crisp.”
Zoe exchanged her cocky countenance for one of surprise. After digesting what Becca’d said, she dragged a chair from the nearby conference table and placed it in front of her desk but faced it away. Then she swung a leg over the seat and crossed her arms over the chair back. Somewhat subdued, she declared, “I’m listening.”
Becca stopped typing, placed her elbow on the desk, then rested her chin in the palm of her hand and gazed at her high priced PITA—pain-in-the-ass. “Zoe, I don’t know where to start.”
Zoe prompted her. “Start at the beginning. Where did you go?”
She pursed her lips and shrugged, but started to explain, “It was too early to go to a nightclub like Zombies, so I went to Trends Cocktail Lounge. It was happy hour and there was a good crowd of mostly business-type men.” She paused to correct a misspelled word.
“Go on,” Zoe urged.
It seemed like reciting her wonderful night was sort of like reliving it, so she continued, “After receiving the vodka martini I ordered, I barely took my first sip when a handsome devil makes a beeline for me. I threw him a curveball when I said, ‘Hi, I’m Dede Wilson. Did you come to keep little ol’ me company?’”
Even through her eyeglasses, Becca could see Zoe’s brows dip. “Who’s Dede Wilson?”
“It’s the nom de plume I’m going to use for my ménage books.”
“But why? You have a large reader base who won’t even know you’ve written these books.”
“I know, but I don’t feel comfortable writing ménages under Rebecca Roth. Do you want to hear about last night or don’t you?”
“No…yes, go ahead. Sorry.”
“Anyway, his name is Kevin MacCloud, and he made a remarkable recovery when he leaned over and kissed my hand.”
“Oh, how romantic.”
“Yes, it was. He’s very smooth. I hope it won’t come back to bite me, but he’s a literary agent.”
Once again, Zoe opened her mouth in apparent surprise. “He’s a literary agent? My God, what if he starts gossiping about you?”
She waggled her eyebrows. “He doesn’t know who I am and even he did, I’m a pretty good judge of character, so I don’t think he’d gossip. Then again, if he knew who I was and gossiped, my sudden notoriety, though it might be embarrassing, it would push Three For All to the top of the best seller charts.”
Zoe’s brows rose again. “Yeah, it would. What about the other guy?”
“I met Vince later at Kevin’s loft.”
“Kevin, Vince, cool names. Tell me about them.”
“Picture Johnny Depp. That’s very close to Kevin. Vince is a little harder, because he’s multiracial. Maybe a cross between Jamie Foxx and Brad Pitt.”
“Oh, my God, these men sound wonderful. Are you going to see them again?”
“Believe me, I’m so wired after last night, I’d love to move in with them and make love with them every night for the rest of my life, but it’s not in the cards. I picked strangers just so there would be no entanglements. It was a tryst, a delicious bite of life—a one night stand for all of us. They have lives to live, and I have a book to write. So if you have no more questions, I’ll be getting back to work.”
“Just tell me what having two delicious men making love to you all night is like.”
A maudlin mood descended on Becca. “That is the question. I know what I felt, but can it be described? Are mere words enough to describe the overpowering sensations that twice as many hands, fingers, tongues and cocks pampered my body with? Describing the fullness and completeness of my seduction in my book…that will be my challenge. And when I do, dear Zoe, you’ll be the first to read it.”
Zoe shook her head. “Well, if it was that wonderful, why did you leave them?”
“I know, the more I think about last night the more I wonder that myself. There was no future with them. They were both single and dashing. Did you know I am seven years older than Kevin? I suspect Vince is even younger. What would they want with me? I was probably a tempting diversion from their girlfriends. After all, women have to be clamoring to sleep with them.
“Zoe, I wish I had a picture of them. They were succulent. I had my time with them, loved it and got the research I needed. Now it’s time to finish my story.”
“Did you do anal?”
She sensed her brow dip. “What?”
“In most of the ménage books I’ve read lately, the heroine is screwed in both openings at once.”
Becca’s jaw must have fallen three inches. She was stunned. “Double penetration?”
Zoe nodded. “I have a book in my purse. I’m on a chapter right now where that’s happening. Let me get it. You can read it.”
She handed the book to her. It was dog-eared on the proper page. She began reading.
“Have either of you ever had anal sex?”
“Yes,” They uttered together.
Chris added, “It’s not that easy. Why do you want to know?”
“Because, I’d like to try it. If we could do it, you could both fuck me at the same time and wouldn’t have to take turns.”
Raymond sat up. “If we did it, it would hurt.”
Jamie frowned, “It wouldn’t hurt all the time, would it?”
Chris rose up on an elbow. “No, once you got used to it, it would feel good, but you would really feel full.”
“That’s for sure. With both of us in you, you’d feel stuffed, plus there’re only so many positions that work for double penetration.”
“Look guys, I’m offering you my ass. Do you want it or not?”
Raymond didn’t hesitate. “I want it.”
“Me, too.” Chris chimed in.
“Okay, what do we do?”
She skipped ahead a page.
Raymond slowly pushed his pulsating hardness into her expanded anus. When waves of searing heat shot through her, she arched her back. It hurt, but she’d done it. Despite the pain, she still felt the two men’s cocks in her at the same time. Two days ago, she never would have believed it. She tried to move her bottom with their thrusts, but it threw their timing off, so she remained static and enjoyed the relentless thrusting cocks.
Little by little, pleasure replaced the pain. Like a recurring three-car collision, Chris’s sweet, vanilla shaft pounded her from the front and Raymond’s chocolate pride and joy rammed her from the rear. Each collision sent Elysian sensations of joy through her mind and body. It excited her and felt fantastic.
When groans emitted from deep in her chest, she reflected how sex obsessed she’d become, having two cocks in her at once. Isn’t it amazing what attraction and love can do?
Love? Maybe.
How full she felt. She snickered. They’d warned her. She felt numb from the barrage of carnal sensations coursing through her. She seemed on the threshold, near release, moaning and waiting for the big explosion that seemed so near. “Oh, God! You guys feel so fucking good I wish I could record this and play it back.”
Raymond laughed between groans. “You can, baby. Just tell us and we’ll play this back anytime you want.”
On the cusp of an orgasmic adventure, she intuitively knew her first climax with two cocks would be spectacular, and it didn’t disappoint.
She laid the book down. A small ember of passion ignited in her pussy at the thought of having Kevin’s girth stroking her vagina while Vince’s length reamed her colon.
Zoe laid a hand across her wrist.
She looked up.
“What do you think?”
She shook her head. “I screwed up. I should have done this.”
“Can’t you go back?”
“No, my book will have to do without.”
Zoe reached for her book.
Becca jerked the book back from her grasp. “Can I finish reading this and give it back to you?”
Chapter Five
Day Two – Kevin & Vince
Vince glanced at the clock—6:25. The sound of the front door closing had woken him, but Kevin was…was in his bed? What was Kevin doing in his bed?
Last night’s erotic dream eased back into his mind. It was so sexy. This lovely, sensuous woman made love to both of them. It was naughty, but he loved it. It seemed so natural, like her sexuality was so compelling it took the both of them to satisfy her libido, but never did it bother him that he shared her pussy with Kevin.
But was it really a dream, or was it a memory?
It came back to him. Yes, it was a memory. Dede was her name. She was an author doing research for a book. She was so sexy and uninhibited, he never wanted the night to end. On the other hand, the morning when he could get to know this vibrant woman who’d captured his imagination couldn’t come fast enough. He slipped out of bed and went looking for her. He made a cursory circuit of the apartment and didn’t find her, but he found her note on her desk. He decided to make coffee and wash last night off in the shower before waking Kevin with the bad news.
* * * *
“Wake up, Kevin. Wake up, damn you.”
He felt a hand shake him. He tried to open his eyes, but the lids had stuck together.
“Wake up, Kev. She’s gone. She disappeared, but she left a note.”
He rubbed his lids and managed to open one bleary eye.
Vince, continued to shake and hovered over him, his face less than a foot from his.
He rubbed his other eyelid. It opened, but his vision was cloudy. “Who’s gone?”
“Dede, our lover. She’s not here anymore.”
He sat up and glanced at the clock. Seven thirty. It was coming back, beautiful, sexy and talented Dede. That’s who I dreamed about. It came back to him—last night—memories to last a lifetime. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. Why would she leave a note unless she left?”
He stretched and snatched the note from Vince’s grasp. “Let me read that.”
Dear Kevin and Vince,
You are both great guys and fanfuckingtastic lovers. I purposely sought out strangers for my research so there would be no connection back to me—ever. I never suspected I’d find strangers like you, who took me on a trip to the stars, and that makes what I have to do doubly hard. I feel bad sneaking out on you before dawn, but it’s best that we leave it as a wonderful experience.
Believe me, you two and the eleven powerful orgasms you delivered were not only the best birthday present I ever had, but last night was the best night of my life.”
I’ll remember you both forever.
XOXO, Dede
P.S. After I finish my book and it gets published, I’ll send special autographed copies for you both.
“What are we going to do?”
He scratched his head and yawned. “I don’t know, pal. I can’t think straight. Why don’t you make some coffee and let me throw some water on my face and at least throw a robe on.”
He handed him a cup. “I already had two cups. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
After taking a shower, he brushed his teeth and shaved. His sexual hangover was gone and he felt much better. Their night with Dede seemed to have instilled an excitement in him. His skin buzzed, almost tingled, with exhilaration.
Vince sat at the snack counter reading the note when he walked in. Poor guy, he seemed to be taking it harder than him. Kevin sat next to him. “Are you all right?”
Vince shook his head. “I looked on the internet. The only Dede Wilson of any consequence writes cookbooks and bakes cakes and, trust me, she’s not our Dede.”
“She’s a romance author and we know her name. I suppose we could track her down. But if we found her, what would we do? She obviously isn’t interested in a relationship.”
Kevin felt Vince’s anguish as he looked at him. “I just want to talk with her. You got to talk with her as a person. I only got to talk with her as a sex object. What was she like?”
“Very impressive. She was clever, intelligent, spontaneous, and quirky. I liked her from the moment I met her.”
“You really think we could track her down?”
He didn’t know, but for Vince’s sake he sounded upbeat. “I think so. It might be a bitch, and take awhile, but I can do it.”
He glanced at the clock on the microwave. It read 8:37. “I feel like breakfast. Why don’t we visit the Lower Eastside Deli? I’ll buy.”
Vince nodded and slid off his stool. “Let’s go.”
As Vince and he hiked to the deli up the street, he tried unsuccessfully to touch base with his feelings. Dede leaving like she did left him with an empty feeling, like he’d lost something important. The problem was he didn’t know what they could do about it. It’s not like they could kidnap her and make her their love slave.
“I know what we could do, Kev. If we find out where she lives, we could kidnap her and make her our love slave.”
Did his brilliant roommate with an architecture degree—the equivalent of a doctorate—just say that? “You are joking, aren’t you?”
He smiled at him and laughed. “Of course. But I’d sure like to.”
The deli was less than a block away, so they visited it and got take out often. As usual, when they entered the Lower Eastside Deli, Saul, the proprietor, greeted them effusively. “And how are my two best gentile customers this morning?” He frowned. “Wait. What’s with the sour faces?”
Vince pursed his lips. “We’re a little down this morning.”
“So I see. What’s wrong?”
They sat down in the center of their three booths. “Can’t really talk about it. Let’s just say we found and lost a good thing.”
Saul turned to his wife. “Gerta, take good care of our boys this morning. They’re blue.”
Gerta, a pleasant looking middle aged lady with a smile on her face brought water and coffee. “Here you go, fellas. What happened? You lose your girlfriends?”
He looked at Vince who looked at him. “Can’t really talk about it, Gerta.”
“Well, when you can, remember, I know all about love.”
Vince glanced up at her from the menu. “Is that right? You’re an authority, huh?”
“That’s right. When it gets slow around here, I read romance novels. Must’a read over a thousand of them. Now, what can I get for you?”
Vince closed his menu and put it in the holder. I’ll have a sesame bagel toasted with cream cheese and orange juice.”
Gerta bobbed her head. “Got it.” She glanced Kevin’s way. “Kev?”
“I’m hungry. I’ll have the pickled herring and an onion bagel. I think I’ll have orange juice too.”
“Got it. I’ll be right back to refill your cups and bring your orange juice.”
“Thanks, Gerta.” Vince leaned over the table and asked under his breath, “What are we going to do?”
He could feel his nostrils flare. “Are we sure we want to find her?”
“I think so. I never got a chance to thank her. I never even got to see her with her clothes on.”
“Believe me, she looks every bit as good with her clothes on.”
Vince snapped his fingers. “I was afraid of that. But it’s not just her looks and that she was a firecracker in bed, I seem have this hole in my stomach, like I should have really got to know her and I missed out.”
Kevin knew what he meant, because he had the same hole. “You know, she’s older than us.” “Really?”
“Yes, she’s a well-preserved thirty-six.”
Gerta came by and refilled their coffee cups. “Who’s thirty-six?”
Vince and he looked up, eyes wide. “You weren’t supposed to hear that,” admonished Vince.
“Then don’t talk when I’m right here. So, I was right, you are mooning over some gal. Is she hot?”
He sighed. “The hottest.”
“Ooh, this could be serious.” She looked over to Saul. “Baby, I’m taking a break.” She sat down next to Vince and studied him, then Kevin. Her brows furrowed and she scratched her cheek. “Which one?” “Both of us.”
Gerta started to rise, but sat back down. “Both of you? You both dated and fell for the same woman?”
Vince shook his head. “We don’t know. That’s the problem. This woman had the potential to be everything that I want in a woman, but she slipped out of our apartment at five this morning and I feel like I lost something important.”
“Me too. I have this empty feeling in my stomach.”
“Oh, this is good.” Gerta leaned forward and set her elbows on the table. “You both slept with her?”
They nodded and said, “Ah-huh.”
“Ooh, what a lucky girl. Where did you meet her?”
“At Trends,” Kevin said.
“How long ago?”
He looked at his watch. “About seventeen hours ago.”
Gerta sat up straight, and allowed her mouth to flop open. “You both slept with her last night?”
“Ah-huh,” he said again.
“Oh, this is better than good.”
Just then, Saul yelled, “Order up.”
Gerta rose and said, “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
“Here’s your bagel and cream cheese.” She set the plate in front of Vince. “And here’s your pickled herring.” After setting his plate down, Gerta took a seat again. “Now where were we? Oh yes, I remember. You both had sex with her on a one night stand. Doesn’t that make her kind of trampy?”
“You would think so,” He agreed, “but it’s not that simple. Dede—“
Gerta interrupted, “Is that her name?”
Vince rolled his eyes. “That’s the name she gave us, Dede Wilson, but when I Googled Dede Wilson, there were no famous romance authors.”
“I don’t understand. She’s a romance author.”
Kevin nodded. “Yes, doing research for her next book—a ménage a trois.”
“Looks like she set out to have a threesome.”
“Ah-huh.” He put some herring on his bagel and took a bite. “I guess.”
“So what’s the problem? It sounds like everyone had a great time.”
He sipped his coffee and set the cup down. “The problem is she snuck out in the middle of the night. We didn’t even get to say goodbye. Not that we wanted to. What I experienced was so wonderful, I never wanted to stop.”
“Look, she did this on a lark. Maybe she wasn’t that attracted to you.”
“You think so? Vince, show Gerta the note she left.”
Vince pulled the folded note out of his shirt pocket and handed it to her.
She unfolded and read it. Gerta’s eyes grew round and her fingers tightened on the paper crinkling the edges. She swallowed and looked up at them with a new emotion in her eyes. Was it respect? “She had eleven climaxes?”
“Ah-huh,” They both said.
Vince tried to grab the note back, but she pulled it away. “Hold on. I’m not finished. It was her birthday?”
Kevin nodded. “That’s what she said.”
She handed the note back to Vince and asked Kevin, “Okay, I understand the situation now. What is it you think you want to do?”
“The way I see it, we need to find out her real name and where she lives. Then we can figure out what we want to do.”
“I thought you were a literary agent.” “I am.”
“Well, can’t you track her down?”
“I intend to try, but it isn’t going to be that easy. There are something like a hundred thousand authors and romance isn’t my gig. Mystery, suspense, and thrillers are, so I’m not even looking in my field.”
“Look, I have to get back to work. What does the woman look like?”
“She’s beautiful,” Vince contributed.
She scrunched her mouth. “I need more than that.”
“She’s five-six, blond hair, blue eyes, with a pretty face—kind of like Kelly Ripa. Why? What are you going to do?”
“While you’re finding out what you can, I thought I’d go through all of my books and associated material and see what I can find.”
Vince’s eyes widened. “That’s right! Most books have the author’s publicity picture on the back cover or the fly leaf.”
“That’s what I’m hoping. Kev. Let me have your card. If I find anything, I’ll call you.”
* * * *
They had high hopes when they left Eastside Deli. Vince went straight for his computer and browsed all day trying to find their sexy little minx, but came up empty. He tried all day the next day, which was Sunday, but found nothing. Kevin found out the next day that Gerta had struck out, too. So far nothing had worked out and it was looking more and more like he was going to have to locate Dede’s real name and address.
Chapter Six
Day Four
Vince lay at her side, caressing and fondling her body, while Kevin positioned his throbbing hardness at the rim of her warm wet well and thrust. His cock glided in smoothly as if it rolled on ball bearings. He moved in, out and around her crème-filled opening, languorously picking up tempo until his shaft pummeled her in a driving rhythm.
His warm, silky shaft was now soothing the fleshy walls of her pussy, which all night had been brimming for action. Her fingers grasped and closed upon the sheets, tugging at them as his powerful thrusts increased, mercifully slamming her wicked well. She could feel the life-giving crimson fluids coursing through her clitoris, adding to her overwhelming excitement, making her feel more alive than ever.
Vince’s mouth sucked her nipple, alternating between nibbling and sucking. His hand found her other nipple, pinching and circling its nub with a finger and thumb. Thrashing her head from side to side, her channel ached for release. Tense fingers dug into her flesh as Kevin’s hefty cock pummeled her harder and faster.
She’d never experienced such a concentration of pleasure. Stimulating pulses careened from her womb to every nerve ending in her body as her inevitable orgasm built momentum.
Suddenly, Kevin moaned like a foghorn, an instant before her body spasmed in ecstasy. “Christ Almighty, baby, I’m coming. God, it feels fucking good.” Every nerve felt charged. Supersonic pulses of energy shot to every outpost of her body as a satiny curtain descended upon her. Fuzzy and over stimulated all at once, it seemed as if someone had injected cocaine directly into her mind. Flashing lights bombarded the inside of her eyelids as shooting stars and relentless crashing waves of concentrated ecstasy washed over her.
She woke with a start and sat up. Another sexy dream with Kevin and Vince. That made three—one per night since her spectacular birthday present. She didn’t know whether to be concerned or revel in the visions of the dream. A glance at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand told her it was 4:30 a.m. Her gown was soaking wet, as was her pussy. She flung the covers aside, swung her legs out of the bed and padded to the bathroom
Following the same routine she had for each of her other dreams, she turned on the light then the shower. After she pulled her night gown over her head, while watching in the mirror, she raised her hands to her plump breasts and kneaded them. It felt good. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations that plucking and pinching her nipples with her fingers bestowed.
A hand trailed downward across her sensual abdomen to her nexus. Fingers dipped into her sopping wet cunt to quench the raging inferno. Brimming with need, she stepped into the shower and finished, for real, what the dream had started.
* * * *
It was Monday morning. Time for him to find out who the mysterious Dede Wilson was and Kevin was raring to go. After showering, shaving and getting dressed, he found Vince in the kitchen, drinking coffee and reading the paper. He looked up at him. “Well?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I had the dream again.”
His eyes said it all, but he said it anyway, “Me too. Came in my pajamas again. Made a mess, but it felt good. God, I miss her.”
“I know. Me too, but I’m going to sift through the publishing world until I find her.” He poured coffee in his traveling cup. “Gotta go.”
“Good luck,” Vince cried after him as he headed for the door.
In his office, he made a list of agents, editors, publicists, and so forth he knew who specialized in romance. He scratched his head, when he scanned his six-person list. Six fucking people. That’s all?
One of the six was a lady in his office named Sharon. He thought, Well, I ain’t finding Dede sitting here, so he headed to her office. He didn’t know Sharon that well. It seemed the only time they ever conversed was at office parties. He liked her though, and she liked him—really liked him.
Kevin stood in her doorway. “You have a minute, Sharon?”
She looked up and smiled. “Hi, Kevin. Sure, for you, I could find the time.”
He stepped into her office and sat in one of two chairs facing her desk. “I’m trying to locate something—a phone number, an email address or physical address for a certain romance author.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” She snatched up her pen and held it over a scratch pad. “What’s her name?”
Reflexively his jaw tensed in frustration. He shrugged. “Yeah, I forgot. I need to find that out, too.”
She stared at him as if he were crazy. “You know nothing about her—”
“No. I know she’s a romance author and I know what she looks like.”
In a condescending tone, she asked, “Okay, give me her description.”
“She has blonde hair, blue eyes, a beautiful face and a very nice figure.”
The corners of Sharon thin lips curled up and, excitedly, she said. “I know who it is.”
The smug smile on her face should have warned him what was coming, but he leaned forward, impatient for her answer. “Who?”
“Her name is Barbie. I’m not sure of her last name, but I think it might be Doll.”
He sagged in his seat, deflated.
“And last I heard, her boyfriend is named—”
“Ken.” Kevin finished for the smart-ass, b…
Sharon’s eyes sparkled. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t pass it up. My best looking author looks more like Rosie O’Donnell than what you described. I’d be happy to give you the numbers of some other agents I know who handle romance authors, if you’d like.”
“That would be great.”
“No problem.” Going through her address book, she scratched out ten names and numbers and handed the list to him.
“Thanks, I appreciate it. I’ll take you to coffee sometime.”
Her eyes brightened. “I’d like that.”
Kevin felt like the American League strikeout king, by the end of the day he hadn’t gotten one lead and so it went for the rest of that week and the next. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, he would connect with people in the publishing trade, trying to find Dede. Then on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so his work wouldn’t get too far behind, he would work long hours trying to catch up. He swore he called every romance agent, publisher, editor in the Milky Way, with no luck.
It seemed like he pursued the invisible woman. He called an old school buddy of his who was a cop to see if he had any ideas. He said about all he could do was let him look through mug shots. When Kevin said thanks, but not interested, his friend suggested a private investigator who was good and not that expensive. “Out of curiosity, how much is not that expensive?”
He choked and coughed when his friend answered, “Only fifty or sixty bucks an hour.”
He took down the name, figuring he’d call him when everything else failed.
A day later, he called private detective Ray Chandler. “Chandler.”
“Mr. Chandler, my name is Kevin MacCloud. I’m trying to find someone.” “Go on.”
“She’s a romance author.”
“What’s her name?”
“I don’t know. That’s something I’d like you to find out. She told me her name was Dede Wilson, but that proved to be untrue”
“Where did you meet the babe?”
“I met her at Trends Cocktail Lounge in Manhattan. Do you know where that is?”
“Yeah. I’m wrapping something up right now. Why don’t we meet there tomorrow at two o’clock?”
The next day, sitting in the same booth Dede and he’d occupied, Ray asked him several questions. About forty and tall, he was the epitome of a TV private eye, who meticulously scribbled down each answer he gave in a wire bound pocket sized notebook.
After fifteen minutes of questions, he looked up and told him, “The odds of finding your author with the paucity of information you’ve given me, is less than ten percent. I get five hundred a day, plus expenses. If you want to waste your money, I’ll take it, but don’t blame me if I can’t find her.”
“Will you be working on it full-time?” “No.”
“How do I know you won’t overcharge me?” “You don’t.”
Hmm. That was very reassuring.
He’d just received a commission check he’d been waiting for, so for once money wasn’t an issue. What was an issue was that he was tired of having wet dreams instead of the real thing. So he made a proposal. “Okay, you’re hired, but don’t go over five thousand dollars without checking with me. Is that all right?”
He shrugged. “You’re the boss. This must be some babe!”
He nodded. “She is.”
“Okay, since we’re here, I want to start nosing around. What’re you drinking?”
Surprised he asked, “You’re buying?”
He smiled. “Yes. With your money. It’ll go on my expense tab. Now, I need to know the exact day and time you were here with Dede.”
He stared at the ceiling, thinking. “It was a Friday, about four o’clock. Christ, it’s been almost three weeks.”
* * * *
The next day he received a call from his private ‘dick.’ “Rebecca Roth.” “What?”
“Rebecca Roth, that’s your mystery chick’s name.”
He straightened up in his chair and scribbled the name on a scratch pad. “How?”
“We lucked out, pal. She charged the one drink she bought and they kept a copy of the charge slip.”
What a beautiful name. He wrote the name again and surprised himself by drawing hearts around it. “That’s great, Ray. What’s next?”
“To get an address, phone number, even an e-mail address. It could get expensive, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I have a couple more tricks I could try, but if none of that works we might have to pay some people for information.”
“Do what you can, but get back to me before you start bribing anyone.”
“You’re the boss! Ciao.”
Ray hung up, and Kevin raced to Sharon’s office with the mystery woman’s name on his lips.
She wasn’t in.
The secretary she shared with another agent told him, “She left for Maine last Friday. Her family has a cabin up there and every year she gets away from the hustle and bustle of New York for two weeks of solitude with nature.”
“All right. Let me have her cell phone number?”
She smirked. “No phones is part of the solitude.”
Chapter Seven
Day Twenty
Becca answered her intercom. “Yes, Zoe?”
“Evelyn is on the line for you.”
“It’s about time. I sent the draft of my manuscript to her almost a week ago.” She pushed line one. “Good morning, Evelyn.”
“Hi, Rebecca. It took me awhile, but I got to the draft of your story last night. In fact, I barely got any sleep. I just couldn’t put it down. You really have a way of putting the reader in the story. This may be your best story yet.”
She sensed her lips reacting with a wide smile. “Thanks, Evelyn, then you’re going to leave it as is and send it on to editing?”
“Not quite. In order to keep up with the competition these days, you’re going to have to add some anal play—preferably, with double penetration. Can you do that?”
Her short lived euphoria, deflated. “But, Evelyn, that seems so undignified.”
“Rebecca. You know this business. Other writers are including it in their stories. We’re selling women’s fantasies and anal sex and double penetration is the rage right now. I wouldn’t know, but I hear it feels really good. It sure sounds sexy enough. So, are you on board?”
“I guess, if I have to.”
“Good, I knew you’d agree. Rebecca.” “Yes?”
“What’s with this Dede Wilson?”
“That’s the pen name I chose for my more risqué writings.”
“Are you sure you want to do that? You’ll be starting a whole new fan base.”
“Others have got around it. I’m sure publicity can figure it out.”
“I’m sure you’re right. Just pen ten to twelve good sized paragraphs of rear entry sex and we’re in business. Gotta go now. Ta-ta.” “Ta-ta.”
She slammed the phone down and grabbed the back of her head with both hands. “Damn!” Now, what do I do?
Zoe raced in. “What’s wrong?”
A cold sweat washed over her. “You were right. Evelyn wants me to include an anal scene.”
She shrugged. “So get on your computer and pound it out.”
“But I’ve never even had anal sex, let alone both at once.”
Zoe stuck her hands out to the side, palms up. “Then call up your dreamboats and have a reunion.”
The idea of reprising her sexy birthday with her ménage dreamboats warmed her pussy, but the danger of seeing them again sent a cold chill through the rest of her. “I can’t, Zoe. I just can’t.”
In a rare exhibition of warmth, Zoe placed her hand over Becca’s. “Why? Help me to understand, sweetheart.”
Tears welled in her eyes. Suddenly, her sinuses felt like they would explode. “Remember when I said I would move in with them and make love every night for the rest of my life?”
She nodded. “Ah-huh.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping from her chin onto her breasts. “I would, if I thought they would have me.”
Zoe handed a Kleenex to her from the corner of her desk and she blew her nose. She handed her a second and she wiped her eyes. “Thank you. Do you know that every night since then, I have dreamed about the amazing night I spent with them?”
Zoe took a seat in one of the two guest chairs. “No, but Becca, you didn’t even stay around long enough to say goodbye. You don’t know what they would’ve done. They’re probably just as captivated by you as you are by them.”
Becca shook her head slowly back and forth. “Not likely. Oh sure, they would fawn over me and have their fun for a couple weeks or maybe even a month. They’d probably keep me around just long enough for me to fall in love, but in the end they would look for fresh, younger meat and I would be crushed. Don’t forget, I’m probably eight to twelve years older than the women they are probably used to.”
Zoe straightened and tucked her twinned legs under the chair. “So you’re playing it safe. You’re turning your back on a possible relationship and love because you can’t stand the idea of getting rejected.”
Becca rolled her eyes. “Yes. Going without them on my terms is better than going without them on their terms.”
Zoe’s hands grasped her tiny waist. “What alternatives do you have to getting back together with them?”
She gulped. “I guess, find two new studs.”
Wide eyed and mouth open, the shock on Zoe’s face was palpable. “You have got…to…be…kidding. Why not go back to Kevin and Vince for one more time.”
She pictured them. Like Sean, they were the kind of men she could fall for—hard. She couldn’t go through the misery she went through three years ago, again—the sleeplessness, the drinking, the constant weeping, her withdrawal from life. Another time like that and she might end up in the morgue. “Because one more time with them and I could be hooked!”
“Okay fine, have it your way. I have a better idea. Look, I can get you a dozen books that describe anal sex, double penetration, the whole works. Just write what they wrote. Not word for word of course, but after you see how it goes and how they describe it, put it in your own words.”
She narrowed her eyes and lifted her head upward. “Yes, that might work. Zoe, when you come in tomorrow, bring in a dozen such books and make photocopies of the pertinent scenes so they’re at my fingertips.”
Zoe dipped her head in acknowledgement. “I’ll tell you what. It’s only fifteen minutes till lunch time. I was planning on going home for lunch, so if I go right now, I can get the books and be back before one.”
She knew her face lit up. “Could you? That would be super.”
Smiling, she rose and, like a well trained infantryman, she about-faced and walked toward the door.
Becca was so pleased, she yelled after her. “Don’t let this go to your head, but you are indispensable.”
Over her shoulder, the little bitch taunted her, “I know, that’s why you keep hiring me back.”
* * * *
By one fifteen, Zoe returned with a dozen erotic ménage books. As Becca instructed, she skimmed through the books for the desired scenes and slipped a paper clip on the appropriate pages, then ran off photocopies of the chosen pages.
When she had the information Becca wanted, she took the pages into her office and handed them to her. After taking a minute to glance through the pages, she looked up. “Perfect, thank you, Zoe. Hold all calls and take messages, will you? I don’t want to be disturbed while I work on this.”
Not too long after Zoe returned to her desk the phone rang. “Romance Writer. Good morning.”
“Yes, good morning. I’d like to speak with Ms Roth.”
“I’m sorry, she’s not available. Would you like her voice mail or may I take a message.”
“When will she be available?”
“I imagine not until tomorrow morning. I’m her personal assistant, maybe I could help you. What did you need?”
“My name is Raymond Chandler and I’m conducting a series of interviews for RT magazine. I would like Ms Roth to be among them.”
How odd. RT magazine just did an interview of Becca last September. I wonder what this is about. “I see. Well, thank you for thinking of us, but Ms Roth values her privacy and doesn’t grant interviews.”
“What about Dede Wilson? Would Dede Wilson grant an interview?”
Raymond Chandler suddenly had her interest. “There is no Dede Wilson here.”
“Are you sure? Good looking blonde, five-six.”
“I’m afraid not.”
Becca came out of her office and stood before her, looking drawn. Her eyes were glazed and she held her forehead.
“Excuse me, Mr. Chandler. Could I put you on hold for a minute?” “All right.”
“Thank you.” She pushed the hold button and looked at her employer.
“This isn’t working. I’m afraid we’re going to have to do something drastic. It’s even given me a killer headache. For now, I’m going to lie down. You may as well go home.” Without waiting for an answer, she turned and went into the residential part of her house.
Zoe pushed the hold button off. “Mr. Chandler?” “Yes.”
“The Dede Wilson you mentioned. Where did you get that name?”
After a pause he said, “I’m not at liberty to say.”
“Mr. Chandler. Ray. May I call you Ray?” “Sure.”
“Ray, we may be on the same side, but you have to level with me. From whom did you hear the name Dede Wilson?”
“I’m sorry, even if we are on the same side, I can’t tell you. It’s privileged information.”
“I understand. I have an idea. Can you tell me who it isn’t?”
“Yeah. I guess I could.”
“Is it Mayor Bloomberg?” “No.”
“Donald Trump?” “No.”
“Oprah Winfrey?”
He chuckled. “No.”
“How about Kevin MacCloud?”
No answer. Hmm. Becca didn’t think they’d want her, yet they hired someone to find her. A devious smile formed on her face. She was about to play Rebecca Roth’s anal fairy godmother.
“Thank you, Ray, I’ll take it from here.” After reassuring Ray, they said their goodbyes.
She strutted into Becca’s office and sat at her desk. She picked up her prized business card—Vincent Reynolds, Architect—and dialed the number.
On the first ring, he picked up. “Reynolds Architecture.”
“Hi, I’m a friend of Dede Wilson and I think we should talk.”
* * * *
He almost fell over when she said she was a friend of Dede’s. Finally, after three long weeks, a breakthrough. He told her he’d meet her at Trends at three o’clock and rang Kevin. “Hello.”
He was so excited he could barely speak. “Kev. It’s Vince. A friend of De—“
“This is Kevin MacCloud. If you receive this recording, I’m not available or on another call. When you hear the beep, don’t be shy, leave your number and I’ll call you back as soon as I can.”
Shit. It’s his voice mail.
Beep
“Kev, it’s Vince. I hope you pick up this message soon ’cause this is important. I’m on my way to Trends to meet a friend of Dede’s who just called named Zoe. She said she might be able to get us together again, but first she wants to hear our side of the story. If you get this message in time, please get there as quick as you can.”
* * * *
Apparently, Trends, where Kevin and Becca met, was fairly close to Vince and Kevin’s apartment because Vince suggested they meet there at three o’clock.
Knowing she was about to meet Adonis incarnate, she went by her apartment on the way and put on her best face, so to speak. She wasn’t in Rebecca’s class, but with contact lenses, a short skirt and four inch heels, she felt presentable.
Ten minutes late, she rushed in. Like most cocktail lounges, Trends was dark, so she paused off the side of the doorway to let her eyes adjust. When they did, she glanced around, but didn’t see anyone that looked like the man Becca had described.
* * * *
She walked in and stood there. Five-three tops, with frizzy sandy hair. It had to be her…Zoe. She wore a short, tight dress, which showed off her quite nice figure and comparatively long, despite her stature, legs. Dede’s friend was fairly good looking.
After half a minute, she began to gaze around the club as if she were looking for someone. She looked his way, but didn’t seem to notice him. Finally, Vince queried, “Zoe?”
She turned his way, but appeared to be squinting. Sitting in the dark, being somewhat dark himself and wearing black must have made it hard to see him. When he waved a hand and gave her a friendly smile, she saw him. Smiling, she headed his way.
She slid into the booth and he offered his hand. “Vince Reynolds. What are you drinking?”
She shook his hand. “Zoe Aaron. I don’t care. A glass of the house wine.”
As he raised his hand for the waitress, Zoe appeared to study him.
The waitress set a napkin down. “What can I get you?”
He ordered for her. “She’ll have a glass of your chardonnay and I’ll have another Johnnie Walker Red, on the rocks.”
When the waitress left, he turned to her. “What is your relationship with Dede?”
Fidgeting around, keeping busy, Zoe appeared to be nervous. “I work for her. She told me all about you and Kevin and her wild night of research au naturel.”
That surprised him. “Really, did she mention why she left while we still slept?”
“Yes, but first let me tell you, she would fire me if she knew I was meeting with you.”
His eyes thinned while he cocked his head to the side. “Hmm. Why are you meeting with me then?”
“Because I love and respect her and want what’s best for her. She thinks you and Kevin may be bad for her, but just maybe you would be good for her. That’s what I’m here to find out.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
* * * *
As Zoe answered, “By asking questions,” the waitress returned.
She continued to study him while the waitress set down their drinks. He was every bit as handsome as Becca said. I’ll bet she had an effing ball.
Vince’s gaze shifted. “Ah, there you are. Zoe Aaron, this is my roommate, Kevin MacCloud. I hope you don’t mind. Since he has an interest in what you have to say, I invited him.”
She followed his gaze to dreamboat number two, standing beside her. As she looked into his cool, mountain stream, blue eyes, he flashed the whitest, friendliest smile, she’d ever seen. “Pleased to meet you. How is Rebecca?”
She was surprised, but not shocked. “You know her name?”
“I found out today. Vince doesn’t know yet.”
Vince frowned. “Know what?”
“That Dede’s real name is Rebecca Roth.” Kevin hitched his cleft chin, “Slide over so I can sit next to the lovely Zoe Aaron.”
Ooh, these guys are smooth. I already like them.
Vince slid over a couple feet and so did she.
Taking a seat, Kevin asked, “Where were we?”
Good question. Where were we? With a bona fide hunk on each side of her, she suddenly became even more nervous and couldn’t think. She could now understand the ecstasy Becca experienced that night, and her confusion. Falling for one of these men and losing him would be tragic. Losing two would be devastating.
The waitress set a napkin down. “You want a Heineken, Kevin?”
“Yes, Connie, thank you. With a glass, please.”
Kevin hangs out here.
All of a sudden she remembered Kevin’s questions. “Becca won’t admit it, but she misses you both. She dreams about you.”
Kevin Chuckled. “That’s good. At least I think it’s good for us. And we dream of her—nightly.”
She felt a singe of heat as Vince innocently placed his hand on her wrist. “Then why?”
“Because she has a fragile ego. To quote her, she would like to have had sex with you two for the rest of her life, but she’s positive you’d both tire of her and take your pleasure elsewhere.”
“I suppose that’s a possibility, but we are both very taken with her, and we were crushed when she left like that.”
“Yes, that’s so unlike her. You guys really have her rattled. Rebecca Roth is the strongest-minded, most in control woman I’ve ever met and at the mere thought of you two, she crumbles like a house of cards.”
“So what brought you here?”
“I want to hear your side of the story. If you both want a relationship with Becca or Dede or whatever you want to call her and are sincere about it, I can bring you three together again. However, once I do that, it’s up to you. She is going to need to feel the love, or she’ll panic and run for the hills again.”
Chapter Eight
Fiasco
Having gotten over her headache she was determined to get the anal sex behind her and finish her book. She hated to do it, but saw no choice. She decided to get fixed up and head to a new bar or lounge, hoping to find and lure two new ménage partners into a hotel room. It wouldn’t be hard. Men were always on the prowl, and she knew she wasn’t bad looking.
The problem with Kevin and Vince had been she liked them much too much. They scared the hell out of her. She was determined to not fall into unrequited love again, so she thought she’d start with a type of man that, in the past, hadn’t appealed much to her--burping, farting, cussing, uncouth, beer-drinking blue collar workers. After all, she wasn’t after love. She was after cocks, one in her cunt and another in her rear end.
Despite the fact she was willing to drop her standards for this one night, she drew the line at beer bellies and bad breath. They had to have a decent body, and she’d been around enough blue collar men in her younger years to know that usually meant younger ones.
Therefore, she realized she needed to look younger. It was summer so she picked out a pair of white, low-rise, tight, short shorts, a pink belly shirt that read ‘Yes They’re Real,’ no bra, and a pair of canvas, two inch, wedge-heeled sandals. After donning her ‘easy lay’ outfit, she fixed her hair in a ponytail. Studying herself in the mirror, she decided she didn’t quite look young enough to get asked for ID, but she thought she could pass for twenty-five.
Making sure her twenty-five caliber gun and pepper spray were in her purse, she got in her car and headed to the nearest Pharmacy. There she picked up a six-pack of condoms plus a large tube of lube and headed toward the Jersey Docks.
When she located an area near the docks that had three or four taverns, she went looking for a hotel or motel. She found a Ramada Inn in striking distance near the Newark airport and rented a room on the lower floor.
Now, it was time to visit one of the bars she’d passed. She figured dancing might expedite her seduction, so she pulled her expensive BMW in the parking lot of Gilly’s because the neon sign read “dancing.”
Not surprising, it was dark and smoky. Despite the fact that it was early, about a dozen couples swung to an unrecognized honky-tonk song. She glanced to the left and spied the source of the music—a western dressed quintet. She saw an empty seat at the bar between two young lions wearing cowboy duds. One even wore spurs. She thought for a second, jokingly, I must’ve made a wrong turn and ended up in El Paso.
She sashayed over with a winsome smile on her face and asked no one in particular, “Is this seat available?”
While they looked her up and down, she did the same. They both were young, decent looking, and had lean and muscular bods that looked like they were designed for fucking.
The darker-skinned brown-eyed cowboy tipped his hat and said, “Whoowee! Look at what we have here. If you wanna sit there, pretty lady, go ahead and I’ll make sure nobody bothers you.”
As she slid onto the seat the blue eyed cowboy to her right asked, “What’re you drinking, ma’am?”
She noted they both drank draft beer. She turned to her right and offered her hand. “Hi, I’m Dede. A draft would be nice.”
“I’m Les. Les is more, I always say.”
She grinned. Good thing he doesn’t fuck with his brain.
The music was loud so he leaned in. “Anyway, they have something like fifty kinds of beer on tap. Which would you like?”
She didn’t like Bud, so she thought of beer commercials and said, “Coors or Miller Lite.” While the one to her right ordered a draft for her, she turned left and offered her hand. “I’m Dede.”
He shook her hand. “So I heard. I’m Cole.”
“Are you a cowboy?”
He chuckled. “No, ma’am. I just like cowboy music. I’m a dockworker.”
Les chipped in. “Me too. I work at the docks in Hoboken.”
Cole asked her to dance just as the bartender brought her draft. She lifted her purse halfway over the bar. “Could you keep my purse while I dance?” He nodded and took it.
As she scooted off her chair, she noticed Les frown, so she grabbed his hand. “C’mon, I’ll dance with both of you.”
The band announced, “By special request, we’re going to play three slow songs in a row for all you lovers.”
On the dance floor, they really got into it. Lights were low and smoke wafted through the air, creating a nebulous haze as they swayed from side to side, to the beat of the mildly romantic slow song.
Dancing behind her, if you want to call it that, Cole ground his rigid manhood into her behind to the rhythm driven beat. Tattooing damp kisses on her neck, his lips sent shivers through her, as his hands reached under the hem of her belly shirt and fondled each breast. Goosebumps rose on her arms as he whispered in her ear. “Darned if they aren’t real—nice too.”
That alone would have been enough to have her scampering for the nearest bed, but on top of that, Les’s hands roamed her body while his hardness pushed into her abdomen. Her spinning mind clouded with lust, and when he slipped his middle finger between her legs and rubbed her clit through her shorts, she was practically theirs for the taking.
When the third song ended, she’d heated up enough that she headed back to the bar for a deep sip of beer. After downing the twelve ounce draft, Cole ordered another for her. She drank it almost as fast. Les started to order her another one, but she pulled his hand down. “I’ve had enough for now. Somebody just left a table over there, can we grab it?”
Cole said, “Sure, let’s go.”
She got her purse back from the bartender and they grabbed their drinks. They arrived just in time to keep a couple from grabbing it. Cole slid in, followed by her, then Les. There wasn’t an inch between the three of them and Les and Cole picked up where they’d left off on the dance floor. Within minutes Cole had her belly shirt up and sucked on a nipple. Les took the low road and had double fingers in her twat.
What are you doing?
I’m halfway to the hotel room. What d’ya think I’m doing.
Since it was Cole and Les’s equipment she was interested in and not getting to know them, she decided to speed things up even faster than they were doing. The band took a break and now she could make her pitch. Sure, she would sound like a tramp, but did she care what Cole and Les thought of her? Making sure she had their attention, she spoke under her breath. “I’m only in town for the night.”
Les said, “Really, where are you from?”
She waved his question off and went on. “When I’m in a new area, I like to have a blast.” She waggled her brow. “If you know what I mean.”
They didn’t say anything, but they edged forward waiting for her to go on.
“Like I said, I’m ready to have a blast and since there’re two of you, both of you could give me a double-barreled blast.” She blinked her lashes. “Are you interested?”
Practically drooling, they nodded heartily.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” came back the double-barreled reply.
“Good. I should tell you this. I like it in the ass too. Do either of you have a problem with that?”
Their heads shook earnestly. “No, ma’am,” Cole said exaggeratedly.
“Okay, one last thing. I haven’t had it in the ass for awhile so you’re probably going to have to warm me up.”
They both nodded and Cole said, “I know what to do.”
She took a pen from her purse and wrote her room number on two cocktail napkins. “I’m staying at the Airport Ramada Inn at this room.” She handed the napkins to them. Then she slid a plastic key to each of them. “I’ll be waiting for you there. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Les got out of the booth to let her out and rubbed his hand all over her ass as she scooted past him. She smiled at him. “See you at the hotel.”
As she started to walk away, Cole yelled, “Wait up. We’ll walk you to your car.”
You’re goin’ to do it? You’re actually gonna fuck these cretins? Her pessimistic side interjected.
You know I have to get this over with.
Not with them, you don’t.
Who then?
Kevin and Vince.
These guys aren’t that bad.
And Kevin and Vince are hot as a college bonfire.
We’ve been through this.
I think you’re out of your mind.
If it’ll make you feel any better, I’m going to pretend Cole and Les are them.
In your dreams. I know you’re out of your mind, now.
She turned her head back and looked into their hungry eyes. She began to have misgivings. Ignoring Cole, she turned away and headed for the entrance.
“Wait up, I said,” Cole yelled again as she crashed through the door.
As she realized she couldn’t have sex with those guys, she panned the parking lot in a panic for her car. She spotted it about fifty yards to her left and strode toward it. A couple teens were messing with the doors, but scattered when she shouted, “Hey, get away from my car.”
Halfway to her car, her blood curdled when she heard the sounds of running boot heels accompanied by Cole’s angry yell. “Wait up, dammit, baby.”
She turned and they pulled up. She stared at them and they stared back. She still felt she needed to do this, but not with them. She wondered if they sensed her change of attitude.
Les held out his hands and demanded, “What?”
All she could say was, “I’m sorry.” She turned and continued toward her car.
She heard one of them, she wasn’t sure which. “You can’t just change your mind like that after getting us all primed.”
He was right, what she did was rotten, but all of a sudden she couldn’t go with them—she just couldn’t.
The other one, probably Cole, yelled, “If you don’t stop right now, you cock tease, we’re gonna drag you back to my pick up.”
The other, Les, said, “And if we do that it ain’t gonna be pretty.”
Her left hand slipped into her handbag and wrapped around the object she sought.
She was already frightened, but when she heard them running to catch her, she was terrified. Someone grabbed her from behind and wrapped arms around her chest. She heard Les’s voice, “You are coming with us, bitch.”
Instantly, Cole stood right in front of her. His arms reached out to her belly shirt and ripped it right down the front. As her breasts popped out and felt fresh air, she kneed Cole where it hurt. He bent over squirming and held himself. “You fucking bitch, I’m going to kill you.”
Les’s arms tightened around her chest and one hand squeezed her left breast so hard it hurt. “Slap the bitch, Cole, and help me drag her back in the truck.”
She knew if she didn’t get away, they probably would kill her. She could still see the pain on Coles face from her low blow. But it melded with the hate in his eyes. As he reached back to slap her, she kicked him in the balls again—harder. He crumpled onto the floor holding his groin, writhing in pain. With surprise still on her side, she raised her right foot and smashed it down on Les’s instep with everything she had. His scream was deafening. Instantly, he let go and started hopping on one foot. She walked around Cole and was almost home free, but Cole lashed out and grabbed her around the ankle. Before she could pull her foot free, Les wrapped an arm around the thigh of her other leg.
By now, a few Gilly’s customers stood by the entrance to see what was the commotion was. She screamed, “Call the police. I’m being attacked.”
She had no idea if they would call. She figured it would take too long to help her anyway, if they did, so she operated as if she were on her own. She tried to jerk away from both men, but their holds held tight.
Les yelled, “Where do you think you’re going, cunt?”
“I’m going home.” She swung around just enough to douse his eyes with pepper spray. His hands went instantly to his orbs and his howl had to be loud enough to drown out the jet engines taking off on the runways a half mile away. “My eyes, what did you put in my eyes?”
When Cole saw what happened, he let go of her ankle and raised his hand up and to the side. “You win, lady. I don’t want any more of you.”
She nodded to Cole and spoke to Les who was lying on the asphalt, his hands still covering his face, “I’m sorry, Les. It’s pepper spray. Go back in Gilly’s and pour water on it. It’ll reduce the pain, but I’m afraid it’ll last a half hour. Leading you on was wrong, and I’m sorry about that, but what you did in response was even worse.”
She held the belly shirt closed and walked around Cole, who still had his hands up and hurried to her car.
Cole’s parting shot was actually a compliment. “Damn, lady, I’ll bet you’re a fucking tiger-cat in bed.”
She smiled at what he said, but she knew she was lucky to be walking away. Her body shook all the way home and she resolved to never mention a word of what happened to Zoe, or anyone else for that matter.
Chapter Nine
Day Twenty-One
When Zoe arrived, Becca asked her into her office.
Zoe sat in the chair across from her desk and crossed her legs. She was dressed up for a change, wearing high heels and a short, sexy, floral dress. She looked better than Becca had ever seen her look.
Zoe smiled at her. “Good morning. Did you get over your headache?”
“I did, thank you.” She tilted and hitched her head. “What’s the occasion?”
Her forefingers pointed to her dress just above her breasts. “Oh this? I woke up and decided to get in touch with my feminine side. You like it?”
“Very much.” She leaned forward and clasped her hands. “Zoe, I wanted to let you know, I’m not going to be able to write the anal sex scene unless I can figure out a way to experience it.”
She uncrossed her legs and sat straight. “I figured that after yesterday. Are you going to call your dreamboats?”
She banished the melancholy mood that entered her mind. “I wish, but it’s not in the cards.”
“Why? It would be so easy.”
“I know it would, but it’s bad enough that I dream about them every night. If I went back to them for this, I might get addicted and you know what happens to an addict when the object of their addiction is withdrawn.”
Zoe squirmed in her seat. “You are going by the worst case scenario. What if you never got cut off?”
She tittered. “Zoe, we’re not dealing in fairy tales here. They may be like Prince Charming, but I’m not Cinderella. I knew both of them less than eight hours total. I probably had more strokes in my pussy from their cocks than meaningful words exchanged between us. Then there’s the biggest hurdle, I’m almost twenty-five percent older than them. The odds that they would want me for the rest of my life are a hundred thousand to one.”
Zoe shifted in her seat and re-crossed her legs. “And people win lotteries at worse odds, but they would never win if they didn’t enter.”
Becca shook her head at the faux analogy. “When people buy lottery tickets, they are playing with their money, of which they can make more, but they aren’t risking their hearts.”
Zoe looked disappointed. “Then what are you going to do?”
“Today is Friday. I want to have this over with by the end of the weekend. The only problem is my heart isn’t into the idea of going out looking for strangers again. What do you think of hiring a couple gigolos?”
Her eyes got so wide that Becca noticed for the first time she wore no glasses. “What do you mean? You want to pay to have sex? You are gorgeous.”
A tinge of pain started in her temples “I don’t like it either, but I need to get my book out. The publisher won’t wait forever.”
“I know, but this is crazy. How are you going to do this?” Zoe appeared to be quite upset.
It’s a good thing she doesn’t know about last night.
“I don’t know yet. I wish I had a fairy godmother like Cinderella and all I had to do was go to the hotel room or whatever other arrangement she made and get buggered and fucked by whoever she picked and get it over with.”
Zoe exchanged her wide-open mouth for a serious appearance and whispered, “I’ll do it.” “What?”
Speaking with authority, she said, “I’ll do it. I’ll be your fairy god-pimp…I mean mother.”
She was astonished. “Really, you’re not joking.”
“I’ll do it. I know two guys who would be perfect. All I ask is that you don’t fire me if you’re unhappy with the guys I picked.”
She waved her hand at the nonsense she spouted. “I would never do that. This time I don’t want hunks, anyway. Just average looking guys with decent bods.” She laughed. “No beer guts.”
“I’ll need a photo to show the candidates.”
“Hmm.” She pulled up the photo section on her computer and went through her personal images. “Here’s one of me in a bikini. Would that be all right?”
She walked around her desk and peered at her monitor. “Perfect. Print it out and I’ll get going.”
After printing the picture, she handed it to her. “Do not let anyone have this. Just show it to them.”
She nodded then paused like she wanted to say something. “What?”
“You know you can’t just decide to have anal sex all of a sudden and do it. You have to prepare for it.”
She smiled. “After the crash course I had on the subject with all those excerpts you gave me yesterday, I know. I’ll start preparing myself.”
Zoe tilted her head and cast a silly grin. “Good. It looks like I have my work cut out for me.” She leaned down and did something she’d never done. She kissed her boss’ cheek. “Well, I better get going.” “Zoe.”
She glanced her way before she left the room.
“Thanks. I really appreciate this.”
She dipped her head in acknowledgment.
* * * *
She barely left Becca’s Long Island home when she called her new friend, Vince.
“Reynolds Architecture.”
“It’s a go. This weekend. Where can we meet?” “Trends?”
“C’mon, Vinnie, it’s Starbucks time not Miller time.”
“Where are you?” “Brentwood.”
“I’ll meet you at Lower Eastside Deli at the corner of Smallwood and Canal in Brooklyn.”
“Be there in thirty. Bye.”
* * * *
It was mid morning when Zoe got there so the only customer beside Vince was her. She slid in the other side of the booth he occupied. “Hi, Vinnie.”
For some reason she couldn’t stop calling him Vinnie. Actually, he kind of liked it. He also liked Zoe. Not like he liked Dede. More like a kid sister. “Hi, have some of my lox.”
She took a bite. “Mmm, good.”
Gerta set a glass of water down. “You’re not Dede, are you?”
Zoe’s eyes narrowed.
“No, Gerta. This is Zoe. Bring her a plate of lox with a plain bagel and…” He looked at her questioningly. “Iced tea?”
She nodded. “Perfect.”
“Sorry, Zoe. Vince and his friend have been trying to find a girl name Dede. I’ll be right back with your order.”
She looked at him accusingly and he started whistling and innocently looked away. “Vinnie, look at me.”
He shifted his gaze to her. “Yes?”
“Have you been blabbing about Becca to everyone?”
He shook his head. “Just Gerta. She overheard Kevin and I talking.”
“And how much does she know?”
He raised a single eyebrow and scrunched his lips to the side of his face. “Pretty much everything.”
Gerta set Zoe’s order in front of her and filled her iced tea glass.
When she left, he asked, “Where were we?”
Zoe placed her elbows on the table and leaned forward. “We hadn’t got anywhere yet. Since Becca’s writing her new book as Dede and you know her as Dede, I’m going to call her that. Dede’s agent told her she needs to incorporate an anal sex scene in the story she’s working on. I don’t know how much she told you, but she has trouble writing a sex scene about something she hasn’t done.”
He found that very interesting. “Ah. That’s why she initiated our ménage.”
She smirked. “Right, and you didn’t get into anal.”
Vince shrugged. “All she needs to do is call us.”
She smiled and rolled her eyes. “She knows that, but she’s petrified about being intimate with you guys again. You must have woven a magic spell on her, because she’s positive if she had sex with you two again, she would fall hopelessly in love.”
And he could see himself falling for her. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
“I know you think you would love her back, but she and I both know you barely know her. To quote her, ‘I probably had more strokes in my pussy from their cocks than meaningful words exchanged between us.’”
He chuckled, “That’s funny.” He stopped laughing and added, “It’s also true, but there’s chemistry between us. So if she’s afraid to come back to us, what’s she going to do to finish her book?”
Zoe dipped her brow so low her eyelashes almost touched her brow with the disgusted look she flashed. “She’s not thinking very straight. Promise me you won’t get mad.”
He nodded. “I promise.”
“I’m supposed to find two new guys to bang her.”
“What!” He said it so loud that Gerta and the cook looked over. “It would kill me if she did that. Are you going to do it?”
She looked around and spoke under her breath. “That’s why I’m here. I’m recruiting two guys that think enough of her to hire a private eye to find her and don’t see a slab of meat when they think of her.” She leaned in. “I’m going to trick her into coming to your place, but like I said last night, the rest is up to you. She’d better have a night of romance fit for a queen. The love and admiration needs to be so thick it could be cut with a knife.”
“I can do that. Believe me, I’ve been thinking for three weeks what I would do if I had another chance with Dede.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Take me to your apartment since Dede can’t know where we are going I need to be able to find it with her eyes closed.”
She left Vinnie and Kevin’s loft about three o’clock and drove to Becca’s home and let herself in. Understandably, since she was about to pull a fraud on her boss, she was nervous as a freshman sorority pledge on initiation night.
Chapter Ten
An Evening Fit for Royalty
Waiting on pins and needles for Zoe’s return, Becca decided to sit on the divan in her parlor, where she could read a book and see the minute Zoe returned.
Zoe returned at four o’clock and looked surprised when she saw her, but quickly smiled. “Good news, I have everything arranged. They will be waiting for you at their apartment.”
That pleased Becca and she felt herself getting excited. “Oh, goody, when do I leave?”
Zoe raised a cautionary index finger. “Not so fast. They have conditions.”
She frowned. “Conditions? What kind of conditions?”
Zoe sat on the settee across the coffee table from her. “Well, for starters, they don’t want you to know where they live. So I’m supposed to bring you blindfolded.”
Her frown deepened. “What? What about you?”
“I already know where they live. That’s why they want me to bring you.”
One of Becca’s eyes thinned while the other widened. “Who are these guys, mobsters?”
Zoe laughed, then asked, “Would it matter if they were?”
She pursed her lips and shook her head. “I guess not. Anything else?”
“Yes, they thought it sounded unromantic for you to come over and the three of you get naked and hop in bed. They wanted to treat the whole liaison like a date.”
That pleased her. “That’s sweet. What do they want to do?”
“I’m not sure, but I heard something about rack of lamb.”
Her eyes rounded and she licked her lips at the thought of her meat of choice. “Really, I love rack of lamb. It’s my favorite.” “I know.”
“This is beginning to sound exciting. Thank you for finding these guys for me.”
“You’re welcome, now let’s get you ready. I want you to be beautiful for your date.”
Zoe talked her into wearing her favorite of Becca’s floor length evening dresses—a beautiful, red on white subtle floral print, poly chiffon, strapless gown with solid red back straps and bust matching the color of the floral print.
She fixed her long blond hair up with two long ringlets draping over her bare shoulders on each side and topped it off with a tiara. After she applied her make-up and donned her dress, Zoe said, “You look absolutely stunning.”
She was pleased, too. “Oh Zoe, you did a wonderful job on my hair. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Don’t move. I want to get your camera and take your picture.” She came back with the camera and took five snapshots. “Are you ready?” “Yes.”
“Good. I found this matching red scarf in your closet. When we get seated in my car, I’ll tie it around your eyes, so you can’t see.”
Becca furrowed her brow. “Oh, do we have to do that?”
She pursed her lips and nodded. “I’m afraid so. I swore on my father’s grave I would do it.”
A little put out, she shook her head. “All right, let’s get going.”
After riding with Zoe in her late model Honda blindfolded for about thirty minutes, Becca felt the car make a hard left turn and come to a stop.
“We’re here. Are you nervous?”
“Wouldn’t you be? I’m about to do something I’ve never done, which can be painful, with two men I haven’t met.”
“Good point. Don’t move. I’ll help you out.”
Becca heard the driver’s door open and close, then fifteen seconds later hers opened. Her hand reached around her right forearm. “Okay, now swing your leg out a couple of feet and step on terra firma.”
Becca did as she was asked.
“Good. Now swing your other leg out. I’ll make sure your beautiful dress doesn’t snag or get dirty.”
She swung her other leg out and both feet rested on the ground.
“All right. Watch your head and when I tell you, stand up.”
With her hand on top of her head Zoe urged her out and up, when Becca was out of the car. “Can’t I just take the blindfold off now? I’ll have no idea where we are.”
“Sorry, boss. I gave my word. You might see a landmark or an address.”
With Zoe’s right arm around her waist and her left hand holding hers, she guided Becca into the building and up a flight of stairs. When they came to the landing, Zoe led her down a hall some twenty feet. She didn’t hear a doorbell or knock, but suddenly Zoe urged her in. “Watch your step, Becca.” She grabbed her thigh and helped her navigate what seemed like a six inch riser. She had apparently arrived because Zoe removed her red blindfold.
* * * *
Though it was dark, her eyes were light sensitive from wearing the blindfold. As her eyes grew accustomed, she surveyed the room. It held a ring of familiarity. Contemporary living room furniture to the right and a large candlelit table with a lovely floral centerpiece sat to the left. Lighting was low and soft romantic music played in the background. Tantalizing aromas emanated from the kitchen and caused her stomach to growl. She was both anxious and apprehensive.
Where are her dates? Then she realized she’d been there before. This is Kevin and Vincent’s loft. As she started to turn to leave, Zoe grabbed her. “Why did you bring me here?” She snarled. Then she saw them. Wearing summer white tuxes, they were even more dashing and handsome than they’d been that night. Conflicted, she grabbed Zoe’s thin arm. “We need to talk” She jerked her arm and dragged her toward and into the powder room.
“Okay. I want to know. Why did you bring me here?”
“Because you were about to make a terrible mistake.”
“What right do you have judging my decisions? It’s my life.”
“None, if it affected only you, but the decision to banish Kevin and Vinnie from your life was unwarranted and affected them adversely.”
Becca nearly giggled when Zoe called Vince, Vinnie.
“Did you know they dream of you every night while you dream of them? Isn’t it silly to settle for dreams when the real thing pines for you?”
“I told you they would keep me around for awhile and then discard me.”
“What is the matter with you? Next to me, you are the most sensible woman I know. Why are you so sure they would dump you?”
She did laugh at that. “Have a high opinion of yourself, do we?”
“About some things.”
“I’ll tell you why. Because it happened to me. Shortly before I hired you, I went with a younger man—six years younger. He was a young Broadway understudy and I became infatuated with him. I’d never been happier and everything seemed perfect. I wanted to marry him and he seemed receptive, but unknown to me, a ballerina he’d gone with for over a year had broke up with him shortly before we started going out.”
“You were his rebound.”
“Exactly, and when she wanted him back, he dumped me. The thing was I’d fallen in love him. Zoe, it nearly killed me.”
“Okay. I’m sorry for what happened to you, but this is different. I grilled these guys and they think you and they share a chemistry that transcends the lack of time you’ve known each other. Did you know Kevin spent over five thousand dollars on a private eye trying to find you?”
She shook her head.
“I didn’t think so. They have gone out of the way tonight to make you feel wanted, buying tuxes, bouquets of flowers. Vince is personally cooking your favorite dish.” Zoe began waving her hands as she does when she gets excited. “If you have to go to bed with two guys one more time to finish your book, don’t you think they have earned the right to…to…plug both your holes?”
She laughed out loud and shook her head. “Zoe, you are too much.” She hugged her. “I’ll give it a try, but I want you here, through dinner and afterward.”
The shocked look on her face was precious. “No, baby. You have to find your own hunks. I just want you nearby in case something goes wrong.”
She bobbed her head and took her hand. “Don’t worry, it won’t. Let’s go find your delicious dates.”
They stepped out of the powder room and the handsome duo waited, each with a corsage. Kevin stepped forward and pinned the corsage on Becca while Vince affixed his to Zoe’s chest. Kevin leaned down and kissed her cheek. Shivers ran down her arms as he whispered in her ear. “I know and love your real name, but to me, you will always be Dede. You are an amazing looking woman, Dede.”
He pulled away and winked, but she held onto his hand. “Is it all right if Zoe stays?”
“Of course. She can even spend the night in our guest room, if you like.”
“I think I would.”
“Consider it done.”
Switching escorts, Vince came over, grasped her hands and kissed her cheek. “I cannot tell you pleased I am that you came. I’m really looking forward to getting to know you.” He smiled. “In the cerebral sense.”
She laughed. “Thank you. After meeting your other attributes at a previous encounter, I look forward to meeting your brain.”
He laughed. “Kevin said you were spontaneous and clever. I can see what he means.” He held out his arm. “Dinner is ready. Shall we be seated?”
She bowed her head and wrapped her fingers and thumb around his forearm. “Certainly.”
Vince led her to the head of the table and pulled the captain’s chair out for her. As she sat, he helped push the chair in and took a seat to her right. Kevin after seating Zoe to Vince’s right took the seat to her left. A beautiful man sat on each side of her. She thought wistfully, I hope Zoe is right. There were two bottles of wine on the table, a red and a white.
Vince tapped her wrist. “The red wine is Beaujolais and the white is Chardonnay. Which would you prefer?”
Since they were about to have lamb, she chose, “Beaujolais, please.”
He turned her wine glass right side up and poured. “Zoe, how about you?” “Chardonnay.”
After pouring Zoe’s wine, he poured glasses of Beaujolais for Kevin and himself.
A lady who was probably in her early forties came out and began serving Caesar salads.
A man wearing a black formal tux appeared, holding a violin. He was older and partially bald. Standing at the far end of the table, he rested the violin against his shoulder and began playing a haunting melody.
To her surprise the lady broke out in song as she served the salads, singing the old Nat King Cole standard, “When I fall in Love,” then joined the man.
Becca leaned over to Kevin. “Who are these people? They’re very good.”
“Yes, they are. Saul and Gerta are friends of ours. They own a Jewish deli down the street from here.”
After they finished the salad, Gerta, continued as she cleared our plates, singing the Everly Brother’s hit “All I Have To Do Is Dream,” while bringing the main course. It looked delicious.
The entrée was scrumptious and, to her surprise, after Gerta cleared the dinner plates, Vince rose and stepped into the kitchen. All of a sudden she heard Vince singing, “Happy birthday to you.” Shortly thereafter, everyone joined in. She smelled the burning candles seconds before Vince set a large chocolate mousse cake with thirty-six burning candles before her.
When the song was over, everyone cheered and yelled, “Make a wish.”
She wiped the tears that began to stream down her cheeks away with her napkin and made a wish. Let Kevin and Vince be truly wild about me and let tonight be as memorable as three weeks ago.
The candles didn’t stand a chance. She blew them all out in one second and all six of them clapped. The cake was to die for. “Did you bake this?” She asked Vince.
He nodded then explained, “I picked up a lot working as a cook in a fancy restaurant while I went to school.”
After Gerta cleared and washed all the dishes, she and Saul seemed ready to call it a night. She and Saul came over to Becca. “I wanted to introduce myself.” She offered her hand and Becca took it. “I am Greta Cohen and this is my husband Saul.” He nodded.
“You are both very talented.”
“Thank you, you are most gracious, but, alas, we do this as a hobby. You, on the other hand, are the talented one. I found out tonight you are Rebecca Roth. You are my absolute favorite author.” She nudged Saul. “Isn’t she?”
“Yes, mine too.” “Thank you.”
“Ach, think nothing of it. You are also so beautiful. I looked though all of my books looking for a beautiful blonde lady, but your photo wasn’t on your books. Anyway, I just wanted to say hi. Are you ready, Saul?” “I am.”
“Good.” Gerta leaned down and kissing her cheek, she whispered, “These are good boys. They went crazy over you when you left.” She pulled away and left.
Kevin rose and suggested, “It’s time for some dance music.” He moseyed over to the mp3 player.
Vinnie stood too. “Would you lovely ladies like to sit in the living room?”
Becca nodded, slid her chair out, and rose. Zoe followed suit. She sat next to Vince on the couch and Zoe sat in the matching loveseat. Soon the music started and Kevin returned. She worried that things might get awkward for Zoe, but when Vince took her hand and rose to dance, Kevin went over and asked her. When the song was over, they switched partners.
And so it went for six songs with Becca’s partner for each dance getting more and more sensual. It was affecting her and soon she wished she hadn’t asked Zoe to remain. Zoe must have sensed it too. When Becca was about to tell her she could go home, Zoe told Vince, who she danced with, “I’m getting tired. Would you be a doll and point out which direction the guest bedroom lies.”
He smiled and took her hand. “I’ll do better. I’ll show you.”
Lights were low and smoke from the birthday cake candles wafted through the air, creating a nebulous haze. When Vince returned a few seconds later, he snuggled up behind her, his hardness digging into her back as Kevin and she swayed to Diana Ross’s “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.”
Turning when the song ended, she faced Vince. With Kevin behind her, their feet barely moved on the dance floor as they swayed back and forth, body parts rubbing to the country beat of Gretchen Wilson’s “Heaven Help Me.”
Kevin ground his rigid manhood into the sway of her back. His lips, leaving damp kisses on her neck, sent shivers through her while his busy hands surrounding each breast.
If that wasn’t sensual enough, Vince’s tongue buried in her mouth while his hands roved her body. She drifted in a fog of desire, and when Vince’s hand felt her crotch through her gown, she knew the dress had to go.
Since she wore no bra, when her gown was gone, she was bare except for panties, a garter belt, and stockings. Almost naked, the urgency of her partners increased. Vince’s middle finger slipped between her legs and shunted her moist panties aside, then rubbed her clit. Kevin nudged his face into the crook of her neck while Vince nibbled on her ear lobe. As the pace of her breathing increased, their musky aroma entered her nose and lungs. Kevin’s warm breath on her neck piqued her nipples. Her arousal was so great she was theirs whenever they wanted her.
A tingling began deep in her womb, which ignited into an ember of desire. Vince sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled on it. His smooth, wet tongue parted her lips and invaded her mouth. Her pulse quickened and pussy clenched. Kevin’s talented digits wrapped around her and toyed with her hard, swollen nipples. His hand wandering over her breasts excited her.
She sucked in a huge breath as Kevin’s daring hand slid into her panties and rubbed her bare ass. He was a wicked boy and to her surprise, this appealed to her. Knowing what her mission was, she boldly pushed her ass onto his hand and cock. Kevin removed the garter straps from her nylons then pulled the belt down over her knees and off. The heat in her core continued to grow, bursting into a smoldering flame of passion as Kevin dragged her panties down and over her red Manolo Blahnik three-inch heeled sandals.
As Vince’s clever fingers dipped into her hungry, soaking wet recess, his soft lips engulfed and sucked on her erect nipple, Kevin ran his fingers up and down the crack of her ass. Somewhere along the way they stopped pretending to dance. She now bore the full brunt of her lover’s lust. Naked except for shoes and stockings, she closed her eyes and pictured them naked as well. Her breathing ceased when Vince’s wonderful fingers found her clit. She reeled from dizzying sensations as the ball of fire in her womb grew ever more demanding. Her body hummed as violent sensations pent up inside, demanded release and drove her crazy.
So many hands, fingers, tongues and lips with two cocks to go. Her heart raced as she shook like a leaf and felt like a wreck, but she loved it. Deciding to get in the game, she spun so both men were in front and center. Her hands wandered to their cocks, which she squeezed and stroked through their slacks. Gasps and moans coincided with each stroke.
Her fingers took hold of the zippers, and with sighs of anticipation from her men, she slowly dragged them down, then slipped her hands inside and stroked them. Vince’s stubborn lips let go of her nipple as his head flew backward and Kevin stiffened in more ways than one.
Her pussy was nothing but liquid fire, aching to be reamed. She whispered breathily, loud enough for each to hear, “I’ve had all I can take. Unless you’re prepared to fuck me on the couch, let’s go in the bedroom.”
Chapter Eleven
A Climactic Night
Before she knew what happened, Kevin scooped her up, carried her into Vince’s bedroom, and set her down. She gazed around the room in awe. At least two dozen bouquets, a dozen roses each, decorated the room and were lit by candlelight from dozens of flickering candles.
While admiring the beautiful sights, she sat on the bed and felt something under her. She stood and stared at the bed. What she had thought was a red and white bedspread was in fact a sprinkling of red rose petals over white satin sheets. Never had she felt so adored. In shock, she lay back on the rose petal covered bed and took in their fragrance.
Then Kevin reminded her of what we were there for when he inserted two fingers into her pussy. She gasped and squirmed. It was time to get down to business.
“You are good and wet.”
She rolled her eyes. I wonder why.
Vince and Kevin slipped their unfastened slacks over their feet.
As they straightened, she ogled their taut masculinity and hungered for them to be buried in her. Kevin asked, “What would you like to do?”
She felt a flush pass through her. The moment of truth arrived. “Did Zoe tell you anything?”
He nodded. “She said you wanted feel both of us in you at the same time. Your pussy and your anus. Is that right?”
Her breasts jiggled when she nodded. “I need to experience it for my book. Is it all right? Do you mind?”
“Of course not. We’ll do anything you want. Have you done anything to get ready?”
“Just my vibrator. I got to where I could stick my vibrator in my rear.”
“Anything else?”
She shook her head.
“That’s fine. I’ll prep you. Would you like to do that first or later?” “First.”
“Vince, I have a tube of lubricant in my bathroom. Why don’t you look for it, while I get Dede in position and start preparing her?”
“Sure thing, Kev.” He hopped out of bed and padded to Kevin’s bedroom.
“Okay, baby. I need you on your knees.”
She rolled over and rose onto her knees. “What now?”
“I’ll have to do some embarrassing things to you. Are you sure about this?”
“Yes, I have to see what it feels like in order to finish my book.”
Kevin handed her a pillow. “Lean forward, wrap your arms around the pillow and rest on your arms.”
Following his direction, she bent forward.
Vince sidled up to Kevin. “Here’s a tube of lubricant.” “Good.”
Kevin grasped her legs just below her knees and pushed them apart. “Lover, I need you to spread your fabulous legs.”
She spread them until he stopped pushing.
“Perfect. Now, bend your back, so that your nice, round, ripe ass is sticking up high and your little puckered hole is begging to be violated.”
She ignored another flush of heat that washed over her. She bent her back downward and wiggled her ass. “How’s that?”
“Just right.” Kevin placed a hand on each cheek of her ass, and spread her little rosebud with his thumbs. Then he bent down and reamed her tight little asshole with his tongue.
“Mmm, I like that.”
“I do too, baby. I love every luscious inch of you.”
He continued for thirty seconds then straightened. Squeezing lubricant on his finger, he slowly shoved it in her rectum. She stiffened as the finger crept deeper and deeper, but didn’t say anything. When his finger hilted, he rotated it back and forth. “Does it hurt?”
It hurt, but she said, “It did at first, but not much now.”
“Good. I’m going to use two fingers.” He pulled his finger out and slid two back in. “Vince, we need to keep her excited. While I do this, can you stimulate her pussy and clit?”
“Gladly, I was beginning to feel irrelevant.”
“You could never be irrelevant, baby,” she assured him.
He lay beside her, in the opposite direction. With his head by her knee his hand reached up and fingered her and massaged her clitoris.
“Mmm, that feels good, too.”
After adding another layer of lubricant, Kevin pushed two fingers in her butt even slower than before. Once in, he again rotated his fingers back and forth. “Are you all right babe?”
“It hurts a little. I just need to get used to it.”
In addition to rotating his fingers, he began to pull out and push in. “Let me know when the pain is almost gone.”
After a few more strokes of his fingers, she announced, “It’s better. It feels good.”
He pulled his two fingers out. “Good. I think you might be ready. Does it matter who is where?”
“I think so. I pictured you in my vagina and Vince’s in my rear. Is that all right?”
“Anything you want, babe. It’s your party.”
“You hear that, Vince? Get up here so you can lube up. You have been privileged to pop Dede’s anal cherry.”
Vince scrambled up beside Kevin and took the tube of lube jelly, and then he poured a good amount on his cock and spread it the length. Kevin handed him a tissue to wipe his hand, then Vince aimed his cock at the expanded opening and slowly pushed forward. It went in a couple inches.
She gasped, shivering to her toes.
“Did it hurt?” asked Vince.
Though it hurt more than she felt comfortable with, it was her secret. “Just a little.”
Vince pushed in again and slid in a couple more inches, with the same painful result. He retreated an inch and then thrust in again. “It’s almost in baby. How does it feel?”
She lied. “Fabulous. I can’t wait to have Kevin in me at the same time.”
“Good, as soon as I stroke you a few more times, we’ll try both of us in you.”
It still hurt, but each new intrusion showed promise. With each stroke, the pain began to merge with a form of pleasure she’d never felt before. Each thrust from Vince’s cock set off nerves she never realized she had, sending delightful fireworks through her body.
When they were satisfied she was ready, Vince buried his long cock in her ass to the hilt and pleasure pains shot through her. Holding her tight around the waist, he surprised her by rolling sideways onto his back, where she laid atop of him with his shaft buried deep in her colon.
They were near the edge of the bed, so Vince maneuvered around until his legs rested on the floor. She rested her feet on his knees and Kevin edged up between their legs to her exposed pussy. Setting his thick cock at the entrance to her womanly lair, he slammed into her hard. Despite his girth, it went in with a single thrust. “How does it feel?”
Double penetration! She had two good-sized cocks simultaneously in her, less than an inch apart. How did it feel? Full, but she knew from everything she’d read and heard that would be the case. “Stuffed!” She laughed. “Actually, it feels great so far, just start moving, I’ll be fine.” Heeding her request, their cocks began to move—first Vince, then Kevin, moving in and out. She wasn’t able move around much. She was pinned in place while every inch of her lovers pounded her with their stiff, oversized weapons.
Her fingers closed into a fist and grasped the sheets in a tight ball. She gasped from the wild sensations that coursed through her.
Kevin’s shaft assaulted her from the front and Vince’s cock took her from the rear. The quick rhythm of her heart beat against her breastbone. It hurt a little, but it felt far better than it hurt. Every nerve-rattling stroke called forth a soft cry from her throat. She felt numb from the plethora of carnal sensations she experienced, but she loved it.
The sensations she experienced overwhelmed her and within a short time she was on the brink of a huge, double penetration orgasm. “Oh, my God. I’m coming.” As the whirlwind of erotic sex swirled around her, she screamed her joy. “Oh my fucking God, I feel it everywhere!” She whimpered, then pleaded, “That’s it, keep it up harder, faster!” Vince fucked her harder but Kevin didn’t. Instead, he ground himself deep into her, caressing her sensitive bundle of nerve endings, sending magical impulses crashing through her.
Seconds before she’d calmed down. Kevin tensed and yelled, “I’m coming too, baby.” Convulsing erratically, she felt spurts of his semen pulsing through the latex sheath he wore.
Then it was Vince’s turn. “Jesus. I’m gonna blow a bundle in your tight little ass baby.”
* * * *
After four hours of bliss, she was a contented lady. And grateful to her PITA personal assistant. She didn’t know whether to give her a raise or a bonus. Hell, if Three for All sells well, she may do both.
After her first double penetration, she had just anal sex alone and then they did double penetration once more. When it came time to write about it, she wanted her anal sex experience to be rooted in her memory banks. As a nice little twist, while Kevin had his dick in her ass, Vince ate her pussy. That was to die for and good for multiple orgasms alone. Did she mention that both her men loved eating pussy—her pussy—and were exceedingly good at it?
Like before, she had eleven climaxes. She could get spoiled real easy, but unlike last time, this time she wasn’t going anywhere.
Oh, she was still certain she would fall in love with them, but Kevin and Vince had instilled a degree of confidence she lacked three weeks ago. She didn’t know if their relationship would last, but she decided the rewards exceeded the risks and she no longer felt it was a long shot.
Chapter Twelve
Commitment
Becca woke the next morning sandwiched between two burgeoning pricks. One protruded into the crack of her ass while the other poked into her crotch, inches from her pussy, which felt irritated to boot.
She rolled onto her back and ran her hand between her legs. It was sore all right. I wonder why? Pussy probably received a thousand stokes last night. She ran her hand down further. It was tender too. Sorry, boys. There’ll be no morning or afternoon delight today.
Kevin and Vince must have suspected they overdid it, because just before they went to sleep, Vince said, “You don’t have to worry. Kevin and I had a talk about our sex life with you. We know that having sex with both of us creates twice as much wear and tear on you as it does on us, so we’re willing to cede final say in our sex life to you.”
She wasn’t sure what they meant, but Kevin explained it further.
“In other words, if you’re sore in the morning, which I’d be surprised if you weren’t, you won’t have to worry about us forcing or even coercing you to have sex.”
At the time, she thought that was sweet, but now she knew why they did it.
She raised up on her elbows and glanced over Kevin at the clock on the nightstand. It read 7:49. She remembered Zoe had spent the night and she suddenly felt a need to see her and make sure she was all right. She raised a leg and lifted it over Kevin. Placing her knee firmly on the other side of him, she brought her other leg over him in a rolling motion. It worked, but she hadn’t taken her momentum into account and she ended up on the floor on her ass.
She assessed the situation. She was still naked from last night and her only garment from the previous night was her eighteen hundred dollar evening gown. Though Zoe had seen her naked before, it didn’t seem right to traipse around her boyfriends’ house naked. I did it. I actually said boyfriends and didn’t get hives. In fact, she liked it. She was now ready to embrace something that had been missing from her life—commitment.
She scooted to her feet and went to Vince’s closet to scrounge something to wear. It didn’t long to spot a row of long sleeved business shirts. She pulled a salmon one off the hanger and slipped it on. She smiled when she smelled his odor in his shirt. Vince was the smaller of the two at five ten, however it still hung on her and the sleeves were too long. After folding the sleeves up to three quarter arm, she peeked in a mirror. She didn’t have panties on, but she was sure Zoe didn’t care. Besides, the shirttail hung halfway down to her knees.
She quietly slipped through the bedroom door and went looking for Zoe. As she walked past the kitchen, she smelled coffee and knew where she was.
When she walked in Zoe, sitting at a snack bar, flashed her the widest smile she’d ever seen on those lips. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. How was it?”
She knew exactly what it was. Instead of answering right away, she went to the counter where the coffee maker resided and poured a cup of joe.
Zoe prodded, “Well? It sure must have been something for all the moans, groans and screaming I heard. I was tempted to barge in and get a look-see. Ya know, you kept me awake half the night. Every time I’d start to doze off, there’d be Becca or Dede, or whatever name you’re using, screaming from one of her ubiquitous orgasms.”
She sat in front and off to the side from Zoe. Her head rotated to her. She was giving her grief, but she was smiling. Purposely forming a mischievous smile of her own, she teased her back, “Well if you hadn’t tricked me into coming here, you could’ve had a full night of sleep.”
“Are you going to tell me how it was or do I have to quit?”
“If you do, you beautiful person, I won’t have to give you a fat bonus. Or would you rather have received a twenty percent raise?”
Her smile morphed into a grin. “You know I wouldn’t quit. You’d be lost without me. As for which I prefer, you pay me plenty good enough. The way I see it, I was just doing my job. But if you feel really generous, you could take me along on that romance author’s convention next month in Hawaii.”
She stood and hugged her friend. “It was great. Everything was great, and I owe it all to you.” She kissed her cheek. “I’ll tell you all the glorious details when we’re in Hawaii and I’m not in meetings or bed with Kevin and Vince.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dee Dawning has been writing spicy romance stories and novels for six years. At this time over thirty Dee Dawning titles are available. Dee currently resides in hot Cave Creek, Arizona, and writes a blistering novella every two to three months and a full novel every six to eight months.
Also by Dee Dawning
Siren Allure: Love and Seduction in Las Vegas
Ménage and More: By the Book
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