Joe took that as a 'yes' and increased his efforts. In seconds, the first climax hit me. My neck arched, my legs stiffened. Joe reached up to squeeze my nipples between his fingers and a second drum-roll shuddered through my sex.
Feeling it, he laughed and flicked my clit with his tongue in a lightning-quick rhythm I thought Sean must have taught him. Crying out loudly enough to wake the neighbours, I ground my * into his face and came again.
'Cool,’ said Joe, when I finally floated back to earth.
'Come here,’ I said with the ragged remains of my breath.
He slid up my body and we kissed, our first kiss -hungry on his part, languorous on mine. He tasted of me and himself, a combination of sharp and sweet. To my surprise and pleasure, he kissed without coyness or hesitation. His tongue delved into my mouth as if he couldn't get enough of me, as if he wanted to pass his fever for me through the kiss. It was catching, all right. In minutes, I was ready to take him.
Too overwhelmed to speak, I took his sex in my hand and guided him towards my gate.
He stopped me with a tiny shake of his head.
For one awful moment, I feared I'd mistaken the extent of his interest. If he didn't want vaginal sex, maybe he wasn't as bi as I'd thought.
'No,’ he breathed a millimetre from my ear. 'When we're alone.'
Our eyes locked, just for a second, but long enough to shock me with the intensity of emotion that passed between us. I couldn't define the feeling. Longing was part of it, and fear, and hope. Hope was the scariest, I think.
Sean stirred behind me, breaking the spell. He reached for Joe, took his cock from my grasp and smeared it with lubricant until it glistened in the lamp light, cherry-wet, cherry-red. I felt Joe's body tremble. His eyes lifted and searched mine. Focused on his own goals, Sean tugged until their shafts nestled side-by-side between my thighs.
'Press tightly,' he said, and pushed my leg down with his hand.
The pressure jammed their pricks together. Joe's slipped on my skin, on Sean's skin. Joe hesitated. His lips moved with words I never heard - an apology, I believe. Then they embraced each other around my body, kissed each other wetly beside my ear, and buffeted me with the fervour of their grease-slicked thrusts. Sean gripped Joe's buttocks so hard the indentations turned white. Joe flattened my breasts with his chest. Their grunts and gasps aroused me all over again. I could have listened all night, but neither man was in a mood to dawdle. Watching me take my pleasure had cranked them up. Now they wanted theirs, right away, and no monkey business.
They came simultaneously and so quietly I felt embarrassed for crying out.
Sean rolled away from me first, then Joe. Snuggling up to my favourite pillow, Joe promptly fell asleep.
'Thanks,' Sean mumbled from the other side of the bed. "That was fun.' Then he was out, too.
Some things never change, I thought. Still, there was a spring in my step as I padded into the shower to wash off the night's adventure.
The water streamed over me, soothing my tired muscles. My soapy hand drifted between my legs. I'd have one last firework before sleep. As my fingers pursued the little explosion, a single refrain beat through my head: When we're alone. When we're alone.
Chapter Two
All Work and No Play
I left them sleeping the next morning. I tried to wake them, but a few grumpy mumbles were all I got for my trouble. Even as I dressed, Sean squirmed over to Joe's side of the bed and wrapped his hand around his cock.
If that didn't wake Joe, nothing would.
For the first time, I noticed Sean wasn't circumcised. Still buttoning my sheer silk blouse, I walked around the bed to get a closer look. His relative slightness might have exaggerated the effect but - goodness - his equipment was large. The foreskin hugged his heart-shaped glans like a smooth pink turtleneck. I put one knee on the mattress and kissed the little dimple at the base of his spine. He stirred. He smacked his lips. Encouraged, I tongued the honey-gold down that shadowed his tailbone.
'Mm-bm,' was all he said.
I peeked over his hip. His penis had begun to wriggle against the white sheet, rilling from the bottom up. The head poked out a smidgen more. I sighed. I remembered how men got in the morning. He and Joe were sure to have a quickie when they finally woke. I wished I had time to stay and watch - and help, of course!
Later, I promised, but it was hard to drag myself away, even if I was late for work.
My resentment faded as soon as I hit the great outdoors. The day was beautiful: bright blue sky, flaming autumn leaves. The walk from Society Hill to South Street
led through the city's best-kept eighteenth-century buildings. If that weren't satisfaction enough for one morning, three male joggers turned to check the posterior fit of my yellow Capri pants. I congratulated myself for pairing them with the matching crop jacket, and rewarded my best-looking admirer with a wink. He promptly tripped over his shoelaces.