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The Visitor


Lea didn’t usually masturbate in airplane bathrooms, because, after all, they’re bathrooms. On airplanes.

But half of the way through the long flight across the country to Atlanta, she found herself in the tiny, tinny cubicle with one foot up on the wall and the other in the sink, with her fingers buried to the second knuckle in her pussy.

Thinking of Sean, her best friend’s older brother.

Sean the firefighter of the broad shoulders and the narrow hips. Sean of the gentle Southern drawl, the polite tone, the blue eyes, and the wicked, square-jawed smile.

Sean, who she had always wanted to wrap her arms and legs around, but never managed to do more than flirt with a bit.

Sean. Who had found out that she was interviewing for the job in Atlanta and had, with smooth, apparently subtext-less Southern hospitality, invited her to save the cost of a hotel room and stay with him. Well, on the sofa of the apartment he shared. But still. Just a door away… Oooo, Sean.

She wanted him. She had always wanted him, since she was a college sophomore and his sister Kirsten’s roomie. She wanted his strong arms around her. Wanted his big hands pulling her pelvis tight against his. Wanted to feel what she knew would be his big, thick cock spreading… Ooo…!

With a shudder of pleasure and relief that she knew was only temporary, she came, swallowing as best she could the groan that wanted to explode from her gut.

Carefully, quickly, Lea lowered her legs, pulled up her panties, pulled down her skirt and smoothed it as best she could, washed her hands, and opened the bathroom door.

A woman just a few years older than Lea stood in the narrow galley glaring daggers at her. Her elbow-high child was doing a dance that made unmistakably clear just how long they’d had to wait.

“Sorry,” Lea murmured. “Thanks.”

“Yaw’re welcome,” the mother grumbled in a thick-as-honey accent that made Lea feel anything but welcome as the woman and her child pushed past.

Even so, hearing that Southern sound got Lea thinking of Sean again, of his arms and chest and ass and mouth… and got her wondering just how long the mom and kid were going to take, because, oh, she could have started all over, airplane bathroom or no.

 


The plane finally landed and Lea picked up the beat-up old Civic she’d rented. Sean had told her that he’d have loved to pick her up, but he wasn’t going to be getting off duty until about the time Lea landed, and since she was going to need a car the next day anyway to get to the interview, she drove herself north from the airport — around the city and into Cobb County, where Sean and the other firefighter shared a place, where she’d be sleeping on their couch.

Well, she thought let’s not lie: Lea hoped that she wouldn’t be sleeping on their couch. She hoped very much that she would at last be sharing Sean’s bed. She knew that she should have been thinking about the interview, but hey — there are lots of jobs. There was only one Sean, and she’d lusted after him for far too long.

Well. She was thinking about the job interview. It was for the position of assistant business manager of a mid-sized professional theater — her chance finally to work somewhere other than the glorified community theaters she’d been slaving at since graduation. She was excited by the opportunity.

But Sean….

Her thoughts less on the road than they should have been, she followed her phone’s directions around the city, past dozens of malls, hotels, and office buildings mostly bearing the name Peachtree Whatever, and out into the gently rolling hills and lush greenery of the Atlanta suburbs. “Exit the highway,” said her phone, and she exited. “Turn left,” it intoned, and she turned left.

She wondered if she could give her GPS voice a Southern accent. Tuhn leyeft, honey. That thought made Lea smile.

She reached the complex, parked, and followed Sean’s very clear directions to his second-floor apartment. Fighting down the images of Sean’s broad chest — and narrow hips — that had driven her to the airplane lavatory, she knocked on the door.

A muffled voice called out, “C’me in! It’s unlocked.”

She opened the door and was assaulted simultaneously by the delicious smells of something sweet baking and something frying, as well as by the vision of the tall, tapered figure at the stove.

Him. Cooking. Looking like every masturbatory fantasy Lea had ever had about him, only better. Except fully dressed, but food. Shit.

“Sorry I couldn’t come to the door,” he said in that sweet Georgia drawl. He finished flipping something in the pan. “I’m up to my elbows in fried chicken. Hope you like — ”

Lea threw her arms around him from behind and took joy in squeezing his chest hard. “I love it! Thank you so much for having me.”

“Uh. Welcome.” He stiffened before relaxing and turning in her grasp. “Nice to meet you, too, miss.”

Lea looked up at the eyes smiling down at her. Brown. At the dimpled chin. Not Sean. Oh, SHIT. She released the man — he had to be Sean’s roomie — and stammered, “I’m so, so… I, uh…”

“Naw, miss, don’t be sorry, that was a nice hello, no doubt!” The roommate put down his tongs and smiled at her. He held out his enormous hand. “I’m Andrew. You must be Lea.”

She shook his hand and nodded, still speechless.

His grin grew. “Really, don’t feel bad. It happens more often than you’d think — the captain mixes us up so much he’s taken to just calling us the Twins.”

“Huh,” Lea grunted. She was feeling the ghost of that muscled chest on her fingers.

“There you are, Lea!” Another Southern voice called from the other side of the apartment. She turned: it was Sean, no doubt this time. Blue eyes. Square jaw. Nothing on but a towel around his waist. Oh. Shitty shit-shit. He ran his hand through his short, wet hair. “Sorry, I was just taking a shower, I didn’t want you to have to smell me like the hog I am.”

“Huh,” Lea repeated.

Sean smiled warmly. “I see you met Andy. I hope, Andy,” he said, his voice lowering in mock threat, “that you’ve conducted yourself like a gentleman toward this young lady.”

“I wasn’t the one came out half-naked,” joked Andy.

Lea found her voice. “Besides, I was the one molesting him.”

Sean raised his eyebrow, that supremely wicked grin on display.

“Yeah,” laughed Andy, “lucky me! She thought I was you. Couldn’t see your ugly face ‘cause I was dealing with supper.”

“My ugly face!”

“Anyhow,” Andy laughed, “why didn’t you tell me our visitor was such a bombshell? Begging your pardon, Miss Lea.”

Lea felt Sean’s eyes flash to hers, saw the smile turn from wicked to evil. “Didn’t want you getting ideas, Andy.”

Lea couldn’t think of anything to say to that.

“Ideas, huh?” Andy snorted and turned back to the stove. “You go get some pants on, boy, and we’ll have some supper and then we can talk about who’s getting ideas.”

Now Sean’s grin turned sunny again; he waved and turned, and Lea was treated to the sight of his retreating, naked, rippling back and his tight, towel-clad ass as they made their way down the hall.

I’m getting ideas, Lea thought, and then tried very hard not to think any more.

 


Dinner — supper — was of course fried chicken, with, of course, corn on the cob and amazing peach pie. “You’ve now hit all of the high points of Georgia cuisine,” Sean joked.

“Hey!” said Andy, “we haven’t even got to grits and boiled peanuts!”

Making a face, Sean said, “What a shame.”

“You call yourself a Georgia boy?” said Andy. “You’re all city, Sean, admit it.”

“You have to be from the country to be a Georgian?” Sean raised an eyebrow.

“Naturally,” Andy replied. “Q.E.D.”

Trying not to get totally lost in enjoying their banter (flirtation?), Lea said, “Sounds like something my mom always used to say: if you live in New York, you’re Jewish. If you’re Jewish living outside New York, you’re goyisch. Um, gentile.”

“Me,” said Sean, “I have always considered myself a citizen of the world.”

Andy laughed, “Yeah, listen to the cosmopolitan here. Visit’s his sister off in California, and he comes back talking about artichokes and pizza with all kinds of fancy stuff on it, and sushi.”

“I didn’t know you liked sushi, Sean!” To be honest, Lea couldn’t remember Sean ever eating a meal that he didn’t seem to enjoy.

“Oh,” Sean said, he eyes holding hers once more, “I love sushi.” His tone barely changed, and his expression seemed to hold exactly the same open, welcoming grin, but there was something about the way he said it that made Lea’s middle flutter as she imagined him kneeling between her legs. Imagined the feeling of his tongue… He winked.

He’s flirting with me, Lea reveled. Oh, god, yes, he’s flirting with me.

Andy laughed again and popped open another beer for Lea. “Now see, me, I like my fish too, but I like it as the first course, not the main dish.”

Lea’s eyes snapped to Andy’s and she saw that he too had a lazy, sexy smile on, and that — yes — she hadn’t imagined the sexual undertones this time either. Playing games, gentlemen? She took a swig of her cold beer and twirled the drumstick bone she’d been fiddling with. “Well,” she said, letting her voice grow raspy, “I like my meat red, generally. Love to chew on a rib, for instance. Nice, long, hard rib, dripping juices down my chin…” She ran her tongue up the length of the bone. “Mmm.” When both men’s jaws dropped, she couldn’t help it: she laughed.

Sean and Andy were both turning bright red, but they too laughed, long and hard.

“Mind,” Lea finally managed to say, waving the bone, “this chicken really was fabulous.”

“Thank you,” Andy said with a smile and mock bow.

They proceeded to drink and talk. And drink some more. Beer. And then some bourbon. And then some more.

And Lea was flirting with two fantastically hot firemen, and they were both flirting back, and she felt absolutely fucking fabulous.

And just at the point that Lea was ready to pull her shirt off and yell, COME TO MAMA! to them both, Sean — or maybe it was Andy — stood up and reminded Lea that she had an interview in the morning. And then Andy — or maybe it was Sean — walked remarkably steadily over to the couch, pulled it out, and began to make up Lea’s bed.

And the other helped.

For a brief moment, watching the two burly boys arranging her pillows and smoothing her sheets with an almost military precision, Lea indulged in an image of both of them stripping off their t-shirts, dropping their jeans and joining her….

But then both stepped away, wished her a good night, and sauntered together back toward where their bedrooms were. Each seemed to be trying to make sure that the other was leaving the room first, but eventually they left side by side, their shoulders barely clearing the hallway walls.

Well, shit.

As Lea slipped off her skirt, her shirt, her bra, and the panties that she’d been wanting to shed since she entered the apartment, she stood there, horny, naked, and more than a little drunk. I could sneak into Sean’s bed, she thought. He wouldn’t kick me out, I know it. Or Andy’s. Or…

She shook her head. No. They’d made the sensible choice. She sat down and started to look for her pajamas….

But the air was warm and thick.

And she was tired. And light-headed.

And so she slipped, pajama-less, under the covers in the foldout bed, dreaming that the fingers stroking her clit and teasing her nipples belonged to two very large, very strong, very different sets of hands.

 


Lea’s dream was very, very pleasant. In it, someone… Or perhaps more than one someone… Well. In either case, licking of her foot was involved, by a tongue or tongues unknown. Mmm.

Her eyes fluttered open.

It wasn’t a dream.

A tongue was in fact running up Lea’s instep, sending a flare to her crotch that caused her to writhe on her belly and groan. Mmm.

“Hey, Lea.” The voice was soft and male and Southern. “Thought you might want some company.”

Between the pleasant suddenness of her wakening and the alcohol that was still in her system, Lea could only manage a throaty “Uh-huh.” She spread her legs wide, her foot pulling the sheet aside and uncovering her lower body.

“Mmm,” whispered the voice. “I like peach pie just fine, but this was what I wanted for dessert.”

“Uh… huh!”

Without warning the tongue had slid all of the way up her inner thigh and licked the entire length of her pussy, sending Lea’s smoldering arousal into full flame.

“Shh.” He chuckled. “Don’t want to wake no one. ‘Cept you, ‘course.”

Lea wanted to say something smart, but a whimper was the best she could do. Her pelvis arched up of its own accord.

Whichever of the men he was, he was clearly a gentleman. He took the invitation graciously and dove in. His tongue and lips began to tease and pleasure her lips and clit. His nose tickled her asshole, the hot breath sending what was already an indescribable sensation truly transcendent.

“Hnnnh!”

“Shh,” he said again, this time against her clit.

Trembling, Lea stuffed her face into the pillow, screaming into it as he pleasured her with his tongue, his lips, his nose. When his fingers slid up under her belly and began to massage her breasts, she lost all sense of what was happening and where — her body was one nerve, pulsing, now.

Usually, Lea liked long, slow bouts of foreplay, liked kissing and touching and feeling a man slowly meander his way to going down on her. There was something wonderfully romantic about watching a head wandering down her belly and between her thighs. Nose bobbing as he lapped at her. Eyes open and smoldering or closed and abandoned as he pleasured her.

But this? Having her face shoved into the pillow, her ass up in the air, and that mouth…. Even if Lea had been on her back, even if it had been less than pitch black, she didn’t think that she’d have been able to see straight anyway.

Thick, strong fingers pulled and teased remarkably gently at her nipples, causing her to scream on into the pillow as wide, fine lips sucked her sizzling clit against a fluttering tongue. Cleft chin, or square? she found herself wondering for a moment, though of course his chin was down between her spread thighs where she couldn’t tell. But then an electric spark began to shoot from her clit up her spine, joining with the arcs of pleasure fired by those amazing fingers in flaring up to her brain and shutting down all thought quite effectively.

Thunder rumbled. At first, Lea thought it was her imagination, part of the monumental orgasm that set her aflame. Then, as the explosion subsided, she realized that not all of the lightning was inside of her. There was a storm outside, the kind that rarely visited Lea’s home state.

Her visitor was kissing his way from her right cheek of her ass across the dimple at the base of her spine to the left cheek.

“Fuck me,” moaned Lea into the pillow. “Fuckmefuckme.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said the deep voice. “Always give a lady what she asks for, that’s what I was always taught.” She heard him fishing for something, heard the distinctive crinkle of a foil condom package being opened, a rubber being rolled down over a hard cock. A wide hand ran over her ass, her back, sending a tremor through Lea. . “Like this, or — ?”

“Fuck. Me.” She reached back between her legs, found a hard, long, latex-encased penis, and pulled it toward her.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, a quaver of desire in his voice that made Lea feel incredibly sexy and incredibly hot and that made her want him inside of her right now.

Again: Lea usually preferred to face her lover — whether in straight missionary position or with a leg or two over his shoulders — for a couple of reasons. First of all, she liked being able to see the effect she had on a man, could be in itself an incredible turn on. Second, she liked the feeling of the cock plowing the front wall of her pussy. Lea had discovered her G-spot long before she’d ever heard the term, had discovered that, unlike most of her girlfriends, she could have a very satisfying orgasm just from being fucked (so long as her lover was big enough and lasted long enough).

Just now, however, she didn’t mind being banged from behind, her face still stuffed into her pillow.

As this cock head pressed into Lea’s pussy, however, she gasped in surprise, feeling it surge along the front wall of her vagina: this cock, unlike any she’d ever had inside of her, curved down.

It was perfect.

It made her scream. If there was thunder and lightning rolling on, Lea couldn’t have seen or heard, because the cock that was now pounding hard into her sent her nerves roaring, her blood screaming.

Orgasm, which hadn’t ever quite left her, came howling back, playing hide-and-seek with her consciousness as her visitor slammed into her, one massive paw pulling her hips back against him as the other reached around and found…

Found her clit, and…

Oh, FUCK.

 


Was she dreaming again? Was it all just one enormous, wet blurry wet….

Lea’s fingers reached down her belly between her legs. No cock.

No cock, but fabulously tender. Wet.

Had she hallucinated it? Or had she passed out, drunk and spent on whiskey and sex?

Blearily she turned over, looking for…

Lightning flashed, revealing a broad-shouldered silhouette. “Fuck,” he said. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

So are you, Lea tried to say, but couldn’t be sure that any intelligible sound had passed her lips. She reached up, her slick fingers finding a muscled chest, caressing a tiny, jewel-hard nipple.

“Shit.” He hissed, and leaned forward, his lips finding hers as the retreating storm finally rumbled its own approval.

The flame inside of Lea, barely banked, flared back to light. Not quite so urgent as before, but no less strong, and so she pulled his body to hers, burying herself in him, running her finger along his ribs, the muscles of his back, feeling that hard cock, un-rubbered now, straining and leaking against the outside of her thigh.

Yet he seemed in no hurry this time, and so Lea was able to indulge and kiss and explore.

Her fingers counted the vertebrae down to the taut swell of his ass, the concave plane of his hips.

His fingers flowed slowly, reverentially over her flesh: her hips, her belly.

Down? Please?

Well, no: as they kissed, as their tongues danced, those amazing, enormous, shockingly delicate fingers explored upward, skirting the outside of one aching breast, defining the line of her collar bone, of her throat, her earlobe….

How was it that a light touch against her ear could make goose pimples erupt all of the way down to her knees? She moaned into his mouth; desire clutched her again, throbbing through her. She wanted him inside of her — wanted him so much — and yet…

And yet the passion of their last fuck and the languor of this session had left her without will, without a muscle in her body. She was his, to take at whatever pace it pleased him, and oooohhh, it pleased him to take his sweet, sweet, Georgia-peach time, and it pleased her to be taken so.

Lea had lost her virginity during the summer before her senior year of high school. She and Sam had been dating for two years at that point, and had done just about everything that could be done with fingers and mouths, and so Lea hadn’t been shocked at Sam’s urgency or his hair trigger. Not shocked, but disappointed. They’d eventually worked out how to make sure that she got her fair share out of their sessions: it had usually involved lots of kissing and caressing, ending with his head between her thighs. He hadn’t been exactly patient, but he had at least tried, the sweetie. Of the dozen or so lovers she’d had since, the more successful had usually followed a similar formula: petting her until she was worked up, getting her off with their tongues, then pumping into her until they got off. When she was really lucky, the man lasted long enough and was properly endowed — neither too well nor not well enough — so that the pressure of his cock against her G-spot and his pelvis against her clit got her off again before he exploded.

None of them had ever managed to set her alight without actually touching her crotch.

Her new lover was getting dangerously close. All with a slow, gentle touch that spread over her like honey on fire.

He broke their kiss, and Lea whimpered. And yet when the lips began a voyage along her chin to her ear, tongue flowing lightly around the lobe and in before continuing down her neck even as those amazing fingers began to outline the curves of her breasts, she found that she couldn’t complain.

He kissed on down, licking at the hollow of her throat and at her chest, at the top of one swelling, aching breast, even as his fingers traced the bottom of her rib cage, the lines of the abs she never thought she had, the tightly trimmed bush of her pubes.

And at the same bright, shining moment, his lips closed around her right nipple as one of his hands caressed the other and the other hand slid over her pussy lips, stroking her vibrating clit.

Even in the moment, Lea was disappointed that she couldn’t have enjoyed that slow, fabulous journey for longer. Even in the moment, Lea knew that she felt so fucking good.

Clenching her jaw, pressing her mouth against the top of his head, she screamed once again, her thighs clamping around his hand as a slow-motion tidal wave of an orgasm sloshed up through her and back down, leaving her limp and quivering.

She collapsed, her head flopping back, her legs falling apart, her eyes falling closed and her mouth falling wide open.

Holy fucking shit. Fuck. Oh, fuck.

How long had they been at it? Ten minutes? An hour? Long enough for the storm to have wandered away. Long enough for her to have come three times, each as hard as she could ever remember coming. And I don’t even know which…

He kissed her breast lightly, his fingers still on the other nipple, his other hand still gently cupping her pussy. “God,” he groaned, “you’re so fucking wet.”

“For you,” she rasped. “You… fuck? Please.”

“Oh, God, yes,” he hissed, and Lea once again heard the sound of a hand fumbling in a pocket, of a foil packet being ripped.

This time she wanted to help roll the latex down over that magnificent erection, but her arms were boneless. She heard him grunt as he finished putting on the condom — next time, she’d have to invest in an IUD or a diaphragm or any fucking thing so they wouldn’t have to wait….

Lea started to roll on her belly again, but he stopped her. “Naw,” he sighed. “Wanna see you.”

And so, half-conscious, she lay back as he slid between her legs, placing himself at her entrance. “Ready?” he grunted.

Lea nodded, or thought she did.

Whichever, he pressed himself in, filling Lea with airless, dark flame. “Fuck!”

“Yup.” Lea grinned. Felt her entire body grin.

As he slowly pressed in, stretching her wide once again, he leaned down and kissed her — no teasing this time, just lips on lips. Closing the circuit.

In close embrace, in full contact from nose to knee, they began to fuck. Fuck indeed!

Well, to be completely honest, she was still as limp as a rag doll. He was doing the fucking, slowly, with agonizing tenderness that was just as intoxicating as the wild abandon from earlier. She could feel flare of his cock pressing along the ripples of her vaginal walls, could feel…

Fuck.

As they fucked — as he fucked her — his hands continued to explore, to enrapture. She could feel him stoking the flickering flame of her arousal, could feel it building, but so, so slowly that it made her want to weep, even as it made her want to sing.

John, with whom she’d lived for almost a year before moving back in with Kirsten, had gotten off on tying Lea up, teasing her. Edging, he called it: keeping her on the verge of coming for as long as he could before finally giving her release — but only when she was begging for it. She’d gone along with this game because it felt fucking good, but it had turned out to be one of a number of clues that he was a controlling asshole. A pleasant clue, but still.

This slow, slow fuck didn’t feel like Lea’s lover was trying to control her. It simply felt as if he was in control, savoring the delight with her, as if they were sharing a particularly fabulous meal.

“You… feel so fucking… good,” he moaned into Lea’s mouth.

Once again, “Yup” was all that Lea could reply. Or possibly “Yum.”

She could feel a slick layer of sweat beginning to form between them, could feel his nipples, small and tight, dragging against hers, could feel the blood build up around her G-spot as the fabulous, wonderful, unbelievable cock massaged it, gently but mercilessly. Could feel arousal expanding her infinitely outward

“Legs,” she panted, “up….”

He understood, apparently, because he slid his hands down under her knees and lifted them as he arched backward and pressed her calves upward with his square shoulders. Opening her to him. All without stopping his thrusts.

The change in angle absolutely scrambled what was left of Lea’s brain, as her body clearly had clearly known that it would. The fuck was the only thing that existed in the world. It was a universal fuck. A metaphysical fuck.

He was speeding up — minutely, but noticeably, he pistoned into her more quickly, more forcefully. Lea wanted to beg him not to come too soon, to wait for the avalanche that was bearing down on her to sweep her away.

But her lips wouldn’t form words.

His thrusts began to become less and less measured, more and more frantic, and Lea almost wept, because it felt so fucking good, but she was so close and…

And as her demon lover gave one last gigantic, spastic thrust, he reached between them and pushed his wide thumb firmly but gently against her clit, pressing it against the base of his cock, and…

And the avalanche carried her off in a flood of white pleasure, and if she were never to wake again, she considered it a fair trade. Aloha. Shalom. Arrivederci. Sayonara.

To her surprise, however, she didn’t die.

“Oh, gawd, oh, gawd,” her lover gasped, his chest heaving against hers. Her legs were bent nearly flat against her torso, a level of flexibility she’d never quite managed in yoga, but was reveling in now, because she could feel his cock still within her, still pulsing. Which caused her to contract around him. Which made them both call out to a higher power.

Carefully, still buried in her, he released her legs. With as much regret as relief, she lowered them, squeezing his softening erection out of her body, which made both of them moan at the loss.

Lea became aware that her back, her ass, her legs — they were all burning. She was going to be sore as all fuck the next day.

But it was worth it.

They lay there, still entangled, as their breaths and pulses slowed. They kissed again. No frenzy. Just touching.

She must have fallen asleep at some point, because she startled to find him tucking her under the covers.

“Shh,” he said, and placed a feather-light kiss on her forehead. “You get some sleep, now, you hear?”

“‘Night,” she rasped.

But he was gone.

One last distant rumble of thunder shook the night.

And all was darkness.

 


When Lea’s phone started crowing at her to wake up and greet the bright new day while the sky was still dark — while it was still the middle of the night back on the West Coast — she slapped at it with a groan. Fucking…

Fucking.

Thunder. And a mouth on my foot. And a nose against my asshole. And a cock screwing me into the pillow. Fingers like feathers of fire. A slow, full-body fuck for the ages.

Fucking…

Must have been a dream, right?

Lea shifted, trying to shake the cobwebs from her brain, and her body screamed at her that it had been no dream. She was sore from knees to nose, but it was a fabulous sore, not like anything she’d ever endured after a run or a yoga class.

Trying to sort out just what had happened from the swirling mass of over-amped sensory impressions, Lea rolled (somewhat tenderly) to the side of the pull-out mattress. Amazing you’re still standing. She patted the sofa-sleeper on the arm-rest. Well done!

Grabbing toiletries and her bathrobe, she made her way to the bathroom.

Which was right between the two firemen’s bedrooms.

Which one was it? She couldn’t decide whether she wanted her phantom lover to have been the man she’d had a crush on since she was nineteen or the stranger she’d just met.

Either way, they were both snoring, clearly sound asleep.

One of them had truly earned it, that was for sure.

Smiling — still moving gingerly — she went into the bathroom, closed the door somewhat regretfully, and took a long, hot shower that almost returned her body to her.

When she wrapped herself in her robe and stepped out of the steamy bathroom, she was greeted by two very solemn looking, bare-chested boys.

“Morning, Miss Lea,” Andy said, while Sean simply turned “Lea” into an eight-syllable twelve-bar-blues of a mumble.

“Good morning, gentlemen!” she chirped, thinking, One of you was the best fuck I have ever had in my life, and I have no idea which of you it was.

“What do y’all want for breakfast?” mumbled Andy.

Sean muttered back, “You made supper, Andy. I’ll take care of this one.”

Each of them had his eyes on her, but even so, both of them seemed more aware of each other than of her.

Oh, god, she groaned inwardly, they’re both trying to mark their territory. And while the idea held a certain amount of abstract fascination, she had absolutely no interest in being fought over or peed on. “It seems to me, gentlemen,” she said, aiming for sweet-and-unassailable, “that it’s your day off, and you’ve already provided me with a lovely meal and a lovely bed.” She looked to see if either of them took that any way but literally, but their expressions remained stony. “It would be my pleasure to cook breakfast. Y’all go sit, and I’ll cook.”

When they tried to object, she reached out and grabbed each by the chest hair, twisting just enough to get their attention.

Their eyes bugged out and their jaws dropped, but they consented to sit together at the table.

Lea chatted away, pulling eggs and sausages out of the fridge — remarkably clean for a pair of guys, but hey, firemen know about hygiene, right? She had the sausages frying and was whipping the eggs when the sun broke through the clouds that were the only evidence of the previous night’s storm. “Man,” she sighed, taking in the golden light that washed over the small woods behind the apartment, feeling the warmth on her gloriously weary body, “will you look at that. Just gorgeous.”

She hadn’t really said it for their benefit, and so she hadn’t really expected them to answer, but still, she was surprised when all she heard from behind her was a quiet choking sound.

Both of them were staring at her, jaws dropped, eyes wide.

Oh. Fuck. Silk robe. She started to try to make her silhouette a bit more modest, but then thought, What the fuck, why not? Standing there, knowing that they could see the outline of her body very clearly, she repeated. “Gorgeous. Don’t you think?”

“Yes, ma’am,” they both answered, making Lea laugh.

As the sausage sizzled away in the pan and the eggs cooked, she thought, Look as much as you want, gentlemen. One of you owns all of this already. And then a thought occurred to her that made her blush and grin: And if I can figure out who it was, maybe I’ll give all of it to the other one tonight!

When she brought the breakfast to the table, both men kept their eyes glued to their food.

More’s the pity, sighed Lea, as they ate in silence.

When they were done, Lea started to clear, but Sean stopped her. “Naw, you cooked, we’ll clean.”

“You should get ready for your interview,” said Andy, very seriously.

And so Lea left them to it, grabbing her garment bag and retreating back to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, she took stock. No more thinking about hunky firefighters, she scolded herself. Time to go get yourself a job.

When she came out, hair tamed (more or less), makeup sparingly applied, battle armor on, ready to take on the world, the two men were still in the kitchen, which was indeed now clean. They still didn’t seem to have anything to say to each other. They were standing, arms crossed, leaning against the counter.

“You look lovely, Lea,” said Sean, which made her middle go soft.

“Gorgeous,” added Andy, making it go warm.

“Thanks, boys.” She took a deep breath, trying to focus on the interview, and not on their muscular torsos. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck,” they said in unison, and away she went.

 


The interview went far better than Lea had even hoped. She hit it off immediately with the business manager, a sardonic, middle-aged Canadian with the unlikely name of Sassy (“It’s Sally actually, but they started calling me Saskatchewan, which they then shortened, and it’s kind of stuck.”) By late morning, they were swapping war stories, and Sassy dragged Lea out of her office to show her through the entire building, introducing Lea to staff as they went — an army of fundraisers, marketers, and box office staff, then backstage to meet technicians and the wardrobe department, and finally into a rehearsal — a set designer was showing the cast what the stage was going to look like, so it must have been a read-through. When the cast took an Equity break, Sassy buttonholed Bob, the artistic director of the theater, and asked him to join her and Lea for a late lunch at the barbecue joint across the street.

Trying not to think too much about the fact that she was now having lunch with the senior management of a theater that Lea would kill to work at, she gnawed away at her pork ribs.

“I think this is how we keep Sassy here,” said Bob with a broad smile.

“It’s true,” said Sassy, smirking. “Every time I want to head back to the great white north, someone drops a take-out bag of ribs on my desk, and I know I can’t leave.”

“We have our ways,” Bob chuckled.

As they bantered on, Lea felt the sauce from the rib she was chewing on dribbling onto her chin, and she couldn’t help but remember teasing Sean and Andy with just that image the previous night, couldn’t help but remember their stunned expressions. Couldn’t help but remember what happened after the lights went out.

“Well, something’s got you smiling,” Sassy said.

“It’s the barbecue,” said Lea as she dabbed at her chin. “I can see why you can’t leave it behind.”

They all laughed.

They offered her the job before she’d even finished eating, and she accepted on the spot. The pay wasn’t great, and she’d have to leave California and her best friend, but the opportunity was too good to pass up.

“Are you going to need help finding a place to stay?” asked Sassy, clearing their sauce-soaked baskets.

“I… think I may have one lined up.” This brought an even broader grin to Lea’s face than before.

She called back to the apartment. One of them — she thought it was Andy — picked up, and before he could say more than “Hello,” she shouted, “I got the job! Dinner tonight’s on me!”

“Well, congratulations!” said whichever of the men was on the phone.

And before he could say anything more, she hung up and did a dance, right there in the restaurant.

When she walked back up the stairs to the apartment a couple of hours later, she had in one hand an enormous bag full of barbecue chicken from the same joint she’d had lunch at, with orders of fried okra and corn bread. In the other hand, she swung a bottle of Maker’s Mark, with which she knocked against the door.

Just like the day before, a muffled voice called out, “C’me in! It’s unlocked.”

“Can’t!” she called back. “Hands full!”

“Hold on,” said a slightly closer voice, and the door swung open, revealing Sean, who was still wearing nothing but low-slung pajama bottoms.

Andy was sitting at the kitchen table, identically dressed.

“Haven’t you guys even gotten dressed all day?” Lea laughed and gave Sean a sound kiss on the lips.

He looked astonished, but Andy scowled.

“None of that!” burbled Lea, dancing into the kitchen and giving him an equally sound smooch. That seemed to cheer him up. “Tonight, we’re celebrating!” She held up the barbecue and the bourbon.

They were happy to go along with this plan, and were soon all stuffed and pleasantly buzzed. Between the warmth, the Southern humidity, the food, and the alcohol, Lea was getting sweaty, but she couldn’t have cared less. She was hoping to get a whole lot sweatier. Now which of you was my mystery man last night, she found herself wondering as she took off her jacket and tossed it in the general direction of the pullout. And am I going to get him to fuck me again, or am I going to try out the other one. Or…

She looked back at the two men, whiskey-wild thoughts bouncing through her head.

They were both staring at her. At her chest. Both licking their lips.

When she looked down, she saw that sweat had made her white silk blouse all but translucent. The lace bra showed clearly through. She grinned at them. “Well, gentlemen, like what you see?”

They both looked back up at her, hunger and shock plain on their faces.

Lea stood and walked around to their side of the table, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. “I have a confession to make, guys.”

“Oh?” said Sean with a gulp, his eyes following her fingers’ journey down from button to button.

Andy’s eyes were still on Lea’s tits.

“Uh-huh. I had a visitor in my bed last night.”

Both men turned bright red and looked down at their feet.

Aha! Gotcha! “I got fucked good. And hard. And long.”

They both gulped.

“Now, it was dark last night, and so I couldn’t see just who this mystery lover was, and so all today, I’ve been trying to figure out.” She knelt between them. “Was it you, Andy?” She touched him on the knee and tried not to laugh when he jumped. “Or you, Sean?” She ran her fingers up the inside of his thigh and he let out a choking sound.

“And as we were eating that wonderful barbecue tonight, I’ve remembered something. Do you want me to tell you what it was?” She slid her hand slowly up their thighs, so that all they could do was nod. “Well, I’m sure as firefighters you must have to study a lot about anatomy and such.”

They nodded again.

She trailed her fingertips up onto their bellies. That stopped them. “Know what a G-spot is, boys?”

Again they both nodded.

“What good boys you are. Well, the G-spot is located at the front wall of a woman’s puuuuusssssy.” She drew the word out, trailing her fingers down the tops of their outside legs. “Now last night, I was sleeping on my belly when my lover woke me and, oooh, that was how he fucked me, and, oooooo, that long. Hard. Cock.” Her fingers circled back up the insides of their legs. Sweat dripped from Sean’s nose and Andy’s cleft chin. “It stimmmm-ulated my G-spot — remember, on the front of my body, and — ” She gave a low moan. “It felt soooo good. It made me come soooo hard!”

Her fingers reached their crotches; she pushed underneath, cupping their balls, which jumped in her hands, evoking gasps as they spread their legs to give her easier access. Such good boys.

“And then,” she sighed, feeling her own crotch beginning to overflow at the bounty before her, “I got fucked again. On my back this time.” One of them gasped. “And it was slow. And sweet. And aaaaaagonizingly good, and he did it again, his cock making that little spot in my pussy feel… Mmm…. I came again, so hard I passed out.”

She looked up at them as she juggled their testicles. Their eyes were closed, their jaws slack. “Now, gentlemen, do you know what I’ve realized?”

They shook their heads.

“Oh, now, gentlemen, I think you have. I think you have figured out what it took me allllllll day to work out.” She began to run her hands up the fronts of the pajamas. Oh, yes. I got it. I win! “Open your eyes please.”

They both did, each gazing at her hand pressing against his crotch.

“Now, gentlemen, for this demonstration to work, you shouldn’t be looking at your own equipment. Look at your roommate’s.”

Sean’s gaze shifted smoothly to Andy’s lap. Andy’s locked pleadingly onto Lea’s.

“Now, now, Andy, if you’re a good boy, you know you’ll get a reward, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” he gasped, sounding in fact very young. Very eager to please. And very horny. He pulled his eyes away from hers and looked down at where the tip of Sean’s cock was pushing above the waistband of his pajama pants.

“Here’s what I realized, gentlemen.” Now she stroked their growing erections, urging them on. “I realized that I came twice from having my G-spot stimulated.” She slid each hand up to where each cock had now pushed out of the pajamas; she circled the tips with her fingers. “Once on my belly. And once on my back. And what does this tell us, gentlemen?”

“Both of us,” sighed Sean, eyes half lidded but still locked on Andy’s cock. “We both — aah!”

She had wrapped her hand around that long cock, which was now poking him in the belly button, and begun to stroke it.

He moaned and threw his head back, no longer able to watch.

As she continued to stroke him, she teased the uncircumcised head of Andy’s, which was pushing away from his body as if desperate for more. “Do you see how good boys are rewarded, Andy?”

“Uh-huh.” His eyes were still glued on the spectacle of Lea’s hand milking Sean’s long, freckled erection.

“Now,” Lea pouted, “what I really want is one of these beautiful cocks in my mouth.” She let loose a sigh. “But then I wouldn’t be able to do as good a job with the other, and that wouldn’t be any fun, would it?”

“Nuh-uh,” they both grunted.

“I know! I’ll suck the first one of you that helps me jerk the other off!”

Sean started to lift his hand, but — as Lea had guessed — Andy’s shot out faster, grabbing Sean’s erection at the base while she was at the head.

Andy’s hand slid up to meet Lea’s, and then, together, they traveled down again. Well, fuck, good thing you’re so long, Sean! she thought as they began to stroke him.

Sean screamed, and Lea felt a splash of pre-cum spill over her knuckles.

“What a good boy you are, Andy! If you help me just a little more… Look, Sean! Look at both our hands on your beautiful, long cock.”

Seemingly against his will, Sean’s eyes pushed themselves back open. “Aww… Fuck.”

In unison, Lea and Andy sped up; Andy seemed to be as proficient and energetic at jacking off as he was at fucking, because Sean soon started thrusting into their hands. His cockhead was slick, and dark, dark red.

Suddenly, he stopped, held his breath, and…“FUCK!”

A rope of thick, white cum spewed over Lea’s hand, landing in a long rivulet that started at one of Sean’s nipples and ran down nearly to his navel.

Grinning up at him, Lea ran a finger through the cum and brought it to her lips. She licked it off. “Mmm.”

“Lea,” Andy whimpered.

“Don’t worry, sweet boy. I’m going to give your reward now, don’t you worry.” Turning toward Andy, she worked to free his cock from the flannels that were holding it back; it was pushing out toward her like a dog pulling at its leash.

The PJs didn’t want to let it go.

Finally, he pushed the offending pants down to his knees.

“Thanks, Andy,” purred Lea, grasping his cock in both hands and bending forward to kiss the head.

“Damn,” he gasped. “Good gawd damn.”

Slowly, carefully — trying to think through how having a cock that curved down your throat was going to be different — she slowly sucked him in, and he continued to cuss a blue streak.

She discovered that actually, for such a big cock, Andy’s was relatively easy to take into her mouth, because of the reverse curve. She was just beginning to give herself over fully to giving him a blow job that would repay the mind-blowing fuck that he’d treated her to the night before when a hand began to slide up the inside of her thigh — from the back.

“Aw, sweetheart,” whispered Sean into her ear. “You have no idea how fucking hot you look, that pretty mouth stretched around his big ol’ thang.”

She moaned, mouth full of thang, incredibly nimble fingers exploring her crotch.

“What reward’ll you give me, Lea,” Sean whispered on, his other hand gliding just over her belly, her breasts, “if I help you suck this country boy off.”

Releasing the dick in question from her mouth but not her hands, she groaned, “Anything you fucking want.”

“Anything?”

“Yup.” Not wanting to lose herself in those blue eyes, in the feeling of those strong, gentle fingers on her flesh, or the thought of that cock… She went back to sucking on Andy’s equally lovely pound of flesh.

“What I want, Lea,” said Sean, fingers scintillating as he leaned forward with her and gave one of Andy’s heavy balls a slow lick. “What I’ve wanted since I met you seven years ago…” He sucked the testicle into his mouth and released it, causing Andy to howl and a dollop of bitter pre-cum to splash into Lea’s mouth. “What I want, baby, is you.” He ran his tongue up the length of Andy’s erection until his mouth met hers; together they devoured Andy, whose fingers tangled in both heads of hair.

And as they kissed around Andy’s cock — a kiss that Lea too had been dreaming about for seven years, though she’d never anticipated the swelling cock head pressing between and through their lips — Sean moved Lea’s panties smoothly to the side, slipped his once-more hard cock smoothly into her, and for a moment — just one endless, timeless moment — the whole fucking world was absolutely fucking perfect.


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