Josie knew that knocking twenty-seven times in a row was just about the most annoying thing a person could do, particularly when she knew it was Friday, otherwise known as Blowjob Friday on account of Tobey taking a half-day to spend sprawled out on the bed with Matt between his legs. She didn’t care. Her usual look of apology was absent when Tobey finally answered the door hastily wrapped in his bathrobe, sandy hair askew.
“Woman, you look like you need to be wrung out.”
“It’s now been three days since the power went out. I just spent an hour stinking up the whole bus; I’ve yelled at five people on that stupid city hotline since this morning; all but one of my fish died; I’m so gross I’m leaving greasy little stains wherever I go and I’m on the verge of calling in a death threat to the mayor’s office.” Josie’s bottom lip popped out and she gave Tobey her best sad puppy eyes. “Can I stay with you until the power comes back on?”
Tobey mimicked her pout and shook his head. “You do, in fact, stink.” He held open the door and glanced at her belongings. “Um, moving in for how long?”
She dropped her gym bag and looked pitifully at the critter carrier tucked under her right arm. “They said it should be back on tomorrow. They’ve been saying that for the last week. Is there somewhere I can put Mercutio? I spent all day blowing bubbles into his tank through a silly straw. He doesn’t look good, does he? Does he?” She held up the little tank and peered at the lethargic goldfish ambling along the bottom.
Tobey peered through the other side and pinched his lips together. “It doesn’t look good. Stick him on the kitchen counter. There’s some duct tape in the drawer so you can get the air pump stuck on the side.”
“I love you.” She glanced at the closed bedroom door. “By all means, go back to what you were doing.”
“We’re done. I gotta head back to work anyhow.”
“But it’s Blowjob Friday.”
“It’s also absolutely insane. They’re bringing folks back to work on Monday and I have to make sure the building doesn’t explode when everyone powers up their computers at the same time.”
He slipped his arm around her shoulders. “Coffee is in the green canister, towels in the hall closet, and Lysol is under the sink.”
“I was planning on just using pure bleach, thanks.”
“I can do better than that. Goat’s milk.”
Josie sighed. “Drugstore brand?”
“Pffth! Nothing but the real stuff.”
She sagged against him and breathed in his clean scent. “You rule.”
“I know.” He caught her chin and playfully bit her nose. At that moment the bedroom door whispered along the carpet and Matt took up the doorway with his tall, muscular frame.
“Hey, Josie," he murmured, looking less than pleased to see her.
Mumbling a greeting, Josie slipped out of Tobey’s grasp and took Mercutio to the kitchen. As she affixed the air tube to the side of the tank she strained to hear what was being said behind the bedroom door.
She’d only met Matt a few times, the first time being a very disastrous moment at the casino. High on the $800 she’d just won at slots, she had pounced upon Tobey as he approached and snogged him, tongues and all, for a good thirty seconds before he pulled away and introduced her to his boyfriend. She’d made an art out of putting her foot in her mouth around Matt and didn’t blame him one bit for disliking her.
Too broke to check into a hotel, crashing with Tobey had been a last resort. A few days discomfort as the third wheel in exchange for hot showers, real coffee and a happy little fish seemed like a fair trade in the aftermath of the storm.
The bathroom became paradise as she filled the tub and caught up on a week’s worth of shaving. She washed her hair three times and soaped herself up until all three days’ worth of scum had been sloughed off. The aromas of shampoo, men’s shave gel and soap mingled all around her and she was loathe to leave; but her stomach grumbled and the caffeine jolt she’d gotten from the cola she’d chugged while waiting for the bus was wearing off. The rich scent of coffee overpowered her when she stepped back into the hallway and she went weak in the knees.
She shuffled to the kitchen, poured a cup and then tapped on the tank where Mercutio was now merrily swimming through his bubbles.
She stopped short to find Matt sitting on the sofa with his laptop resting on his lap. “If you’re working, I can …”
He shifted the computer to show her the army of little red men charging towards an army of little green men. “Classes are canceled at least until Tuesday, so I’m just killing time. Take a seat.”
Josie slid into the recliner adjacent to the sofa and tucked her feet beneath her, then eyed Matt over the rim of her coffee cup. After a moment he clicked shut the laptop and bobbed his head at her. “You like the documentary channel?”
She nodded meekly and as her unease grew she made a mental list of places she could go until Tobey came back. God, this is hell! She was contemplating spending the rest of the day with a paperback at the doughnut shop around the corner when Matt hit the mute button on the television.
“Look, I’m not pissed at you. I swear to God I’m not pissed at you. I’m pissed at him.”
“Really.”
“Really. When the power first went out I brought an ex over to use the shower and fill a few jugs with water, and Tobey flipped out. It’s got nothing to do with you, but just so you know I plan on giving it back to him the same as I got.”
Josie nodded. “Sounds fair. I mean, I’d do the same thing. Besides, he’s a bit of an asshole like that. He does have a nice tush though.”
“True.” He stood and stretched his arms over his head, giving Josie a glimpse of his flat stomach when the hem of his faded t-shirt pulled up. “I feel like macaroni and cheese. Do you like macaroni and cheese? With hot sauce?”
“Put mine between two slices of bread and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
She twisted her head and watched while he padded barefoot to the kitchen, her gaze fixed on his ass, hugged by jeans not too tight, but not too bulky.
She made a face. “Tobey has better taste than I do.”
After spending the afternoon watching educational television and drinking a cheap sangria mixture, Josie and Matt were crashed on opposite ends of the sofa with their legs tangled together when Tobey entered, his arms weighed down by a feast of Chinese food.
“Don’t you two look cosy?” He said at the sight of them and plonked down on the other side of the coffee table to unload the food. “What’s to celebrate?”
“No celebration. We were just discussing your shortcomings as a boyfriend.”
“But I’m good in bed.”
Sputtering on his drink Matt lurched forward with a bark of laughter, while Josie bit down on her tongue.
“That did come up.”
“And you’ll find no argument.” Matt held up his glass and swigged down the last of his sangria.
Having stuffed herself with a bit of everything that had been laid out on the table, Josie excused herself to have a cigarette on the balcony. After a few moments Tobey slipped through the patio doors and leaned against the railing.
“I should call my neighbor to see if there are any lights out my way.” She offered her cigarette to Tobey.
At first he shook his head, but then he checked over his shoulder and chuckled.
“When he smells it on me, he can blame you.”
“So now we know who the bitch is in this arrangement.” Josie chuckled and watched while he lowered his head and took a drag from between her fingers. “He’s adorable. Love that Irish black hair and green eyes.”
“So do I.”
Josie stared at the lights winking on the other side of the harbor and mimicked his relaxed pose. “He says he doesn’t mind me here but if that’s just bullshit I want you to tell me. I’ve had my few hours of luxury so I’m good for a few more days of primitive living.”
“Shut up. He thinks you’re a doll.”
She noticed an odd smile on Tobey’s lips. “What?”
The smile exploded into laughter. “You didn’t notice anything?”
“Should I have?”
“Jo, while you two were sitting there on the sofa with your legs together, Matt had a raging hard-on.”
“Shut up!”
“He did. I didn’t notice either. He told me when we were in the kitchen,” Tobey’s eyes shone with the amber light from the living room. He snagged what was left of her cigarette and sucked on the mentholated tip. “So, what do you think?”
“I think my Mom is right and I am a big instigator.”
“I mean,” He squatted to stub the cigarette out on the concrete floor. “What do you think about coming to bed with me and Matt tonight?”
“Excuse me?” She gaped. “Jesus Christ! Tobey, how do you get through the day with that thing between your legs leading you around?”
“It wasn’t my idea. It was his. He said to me, ‘I want to fuck her.’”
“Piss off, Tobey.” She lit another cigarette and edged away from him. “This is your little fantasy.”
“You think I’d put this out there if this was my idea? That’d get me a kick in the nuts pretty quickly.” He slipped his hand underneath her shirt and stroked his fingers along her spine. “It’ll be good. Better than you and me. Better than Matt and me.”
Josie bit down on her tongue. She was still waiting for the punch line, but Tobey’s fingers were already unhinging the small hooks of her bra. Mike’s shadow cast over them and she jerked back, guilty.
“I was wondering whether you two had gone to harvest the tobacco yourself.” He leaned in the doorframe and cocked his head. “What’s up?”
“Our little house pet thinks I’m fucking with her.” Tobey snatched her cigarette, took a defiant puff and tossed it over the edge of the balcony. “Isn’t that a pisser? We welcome her into our home; give her food, shelter, hot water, cable. Then she insults us by suggesting we’d be cruel enough to mess with that pretty red head of hers by suggesting a night of melt-your-eyeballs sex, only to point and laugh when she agrees.”
Though his face was in shadow, Josie could see Matt smile. “I’d never do that. I’m a really nice guy.” He stepped onto the balcony and planted his arms on either side of her, trapping her against the iron barrier. She barely had a second to draw a breath before his mouth closed over hers.
Tobey reached between her body and Matt’s, his hand cupping Matt’s crotch before slithering under her shirt to tickle her breasts.“Still think I’m kidding?”
Matt lifted his head just long enough for her to utter, “Maybe” and Tobey’s mouth took over balancing the unfamiliar lips with a hungry kiss she remembered all too well.
“I think she gets the hint.” Matt muttered and wormed his hand down the front of her shorts. She held on, one hand clutching the front of his shirt and the other locking around Tobey’s neck. She felt the vibration of his laughter resonate with his touch.
Matt wiggled the tip of his finger around her moist crack. “She definitely got the hint.”
“Are you crazy?” Josie garbled her surprise over Tobey’s insistent tongue when Matt shoved her shorts down to her ankles and positioned himself between her legs.
“Mrs. McDonald next door is eighty-years-old and goes to bed at eight o’clock,” Matt assured her. “And if anyone on the other side of the harbor has a telescope that’s good enough to see us screwing in the dark then they deserve a show.”
Both he and Tobey worked to get her off her feet: Tobey braced his arm across her ribs and Matt bowed down before her, draping her legs over his shoulders. She expected him to be clumsy and embarrassingly off the mark when it came to eating pussy, but the moment his tongue started its exploration her toes curled and an illicit itch began deep inside her cunt. She lolled her head backwards against Tobey’s shoulder and melted like butter while Matt licked around the sensitive sheath until her clitoris grew hard and engorged.
“Good, ain’t he?” Tobey’s voice rasped in her ear and he reached his other arm around to tangle his fingers in Matt’s hair. “I’ve had to hold them down when he gets into it, you know. They want to climb the walls.”
“Do you do this often?” Josie asked and turned her head to nuzzle Tobey’s scratchy jaw.
“That depends on your definition of often. Once a month or so. Ah, there’s the spot.” Matt had found the most sensitive part of her clit, underside on the right side, and was flicking the slick tip of his tongue up and down while steadily fingering her. For a moment Josie flailed, grasped for anything and finally wrapped her fingers around the cold railing. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and her lungs burned from holding her breath.
Mrs. MacDonald be damned, she thought and moaned. Matt’s mouth closed around her clit. Josie squirmed under the precision of his tongue and the simultaneous pumping of his fingers. The lights on the other side of the harbor blurred as her cunt spasmed and she gushed around his hand.
As Matt pulled away the only thing keeping Josie from buckling was Tobey’s arm wrapped around her. He had brushed her hair away from the nape of her neck and was nibbling the skin just below her hairline. He stopped to rest his chin on her shoulder and met Matt’s mouth in a kiss.
“Oh boy," she finally managed and wriggled out of Tobey’s grasp. She pulled up her shorts and then rubbed her throbbing eyes, peering through her fingers as the men locked in an embrace next to her. The soft, slurping sounds of their kiss were barely audible as she backed away.
Dazed and feeling forgotten, she left them on the balcony and ventured inside. Her surroundings suddenly felt upside-down. She took a long swig of what was left in someone’s discarded glass and sank onto the sofa. It was a few moments more before the pair emerged, during which time she had brewed a bitter mixture of feeling discarded and the lingering sentiment that she had just been the butt of a private joke. Matt followed behind Tobey; both men looking as disheveled as she felt.
She poured out the rest of the sangria. “That was quick.”
“You’re always so cute when you’re in a foul mood,” Tobey joked and turned off the light next to her.
“Although I don’t know why you’re grumpy when you’re the one who just came all over my boyfriend’s tongue.”
“Tobey, shut up.” Matt perched on the edge of the sofa next to her and leaned forward. “Time for bed.”
“Do I return the favor now? Why not just unzip right here and we’ll get it over with?”
“Are you always this pissy after you come?”
“No!” Her exclamation was joined with Tobey’s “Yes!” and she glared at him, getting only a grin in return.
“I don’t know what it is but she’s always in a mood after an orgasm. Another minute and she’ll clean the bathroom.” He shrugged off her dirty look. “She’s a freak.”
“I am not. This is just … weird.”
Matt sidled up next to her and slipped his arm around her waist. “Give me an hour, Josie. If you still think I’m kidding, you have my full permission to stomp me in the nuts.”
“Harsh," she muttered just before he kissed her again. When he raised his head he was wearing a grin he must have learned from Tobey, and he had perfected it.
Double whammy, she thought and bit down on her smile while he dragged her by the hem of her t-shirt to the bedroom. Chuckling, Tobey followed close enough to bump her from behind.
“This is so not what I expected from an orgy," she remarked as they unceremoniously stripped down in different areas of the room. “Shouldn’t you, like, be over here undressing me?”
“This isn’t one of your books," Tobey teased while trapped inside the sweater he was pulling over his head.
Matt looked from one to the other. “What books?”
“Sex books. She hides them behind a row of children’s books. It’s really creepy. Anyway, they’re all about highwaymen and sheiks and pirates and shit like that.” He whipped off his briefs and planted his hands on his hips. “Avast, ye matey!”
Josie crossed the room and slung her bra around his neck to pull him against her. “Those books are classics. I learned everything I know from those books. Lucky for you.” She glanced at Matt, “And you.”
Tobey’s teeth snagged her earlobe and his fingers wiggled between her thighs to probe the moisture Matt’s tongue had left behind. Josie tilted her head back and watched Matt sink onto the edge of the bed. He shoved back until he was sprawled across the tan bedspread and held onto her gaze as he pushed down with his feet and lifted his hips. Woosh! went his boxers and he wrapped his hand around his impressive, circumcised cock.
Josie turned in Tobey’s arms and brought his hands up to her tits. Immediately he began pinching her nipples between his fingers, just enough to send a delicious, familiar sting through her. She twisted her head and beamed up at him. “I think that since you’ve been such an asshole you get to do all the work.” She looked to where Matt patiently reclined. “And you get to lay back and enjoy.”
He sniggered and made room as she pulled Tobey with her towards the bed. She went down on her hands and knees and like a cat she scaled Matt’s trim body, licking a trail from ankle to his lips. He cupped her face and took charge of the kiss she stole. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
“I’ll try not to get carried away down there.” She giggled and descended to settle between his legs. Her tongue snaked over her bottom lip and teased the tip of his cock before bathing the whole veined length until it glistened.
Tobey stepped into her field of vision. She watched him delve into the night table and then tear open a small blue package, but the insistent thrust of Matt’s hips took all of her attention. She hovered over him, kneading the hard flesh with both hands, working his slick cock with increasing vigor; he bunched the bedding into his fingers, baring his teeth and grunting.
“So much for not getting carried away,” Tobey remarked as he resumed his position behind her. He grasped her around the waist and entered her with a fluid stroke. She faltered for just a moment as the perfect curve of his dick rubbed her g-spot and she tilted her head back, her slick palm sliding down the rigid length of Matt’s cock before she took him into her mouth.
That first glorious moment hung in the air, hungry and desperate, and then the three of them let go. Far from careful, Josie greedily sucked Matt and watched while he shook his head back and forth, back and forth against the decadent onslaught. Tobey was no less merciless with her, his fingers bruising where they dug into her hips as he thrust steadily, his heavy balls bumping just below her sensitive clit.
She tasted the tang Matt’s juices left on her tongue, felt the divine friction of Tobey’s penis rubbing her from the inside. Josie’s body felt heavy and full but her head floated high above. Oh shit oh shit oh shit ran through her mind like tickertape as she careened faster and faster towards her orgasm. Matt sat straight up, locking the top of her head against his belly as he pushed against the bed and further into her mouth. Supporting herself on one wobbly arm, Josie reached between her legs and rubbed her clit until she was overflowing.
Abruptly Matt released her; Tobey pulled her up onto his lap and bit down on her shoulder to urge her on. She grasped Matt’s ankles for leverage while she bounded over Tobey’s dick with the same vigor with which he had ridden her.
Watching, waiting, biding his time until her moans escalated, Matt ran his hands all over her body. He leaned forward and licked circles around her nipples and rolled his thumb around her clit until she was shaking all over.
“God, I’m going to come soon!” she exclaimed and dug her nails into his calves as Tobey pounded her harder and faster from below. Matt lurched towards the night table. He snapped the latex over his cock and scooted forward. He dragged her arms around his shoulders; one hand swept around her to finger Tobey’s ass while he used the other on her.
That’s all it took to send the both of them over the edge. She was vaguely aware of Matt’s teeth on her. Her orgasm crashed over and her head dropped back onto Tobey’s shoulder. His tongue curled around hers, stifling both their moans as he careened alongside of her.
Sated, he sagged behind her, but Josie got no such reprieve. The moment Tobey deserted her, Matt caught her around the waist and flounced backwards. He shoved upwards into her, immediately meeting the pace that Tobey had abandoned. He had been so reserved up until that point, biting back his pleasure and letting Tobey lead the charge. Now he bounced her frantically, panting and grunting to a sweat. Josie fought to get a foothold but it was clear there was no wresting the control from him and so she straightened, placed her hands over those on her hips and let him ride her.
“Oh shit!” she gasped in surprise and shook all over. Behind her Tobey had revived himself and now knelt behind her to tongue her asshole. “Oh god oh god oh god!”
He made a muffled sound of approval and flicked his tongue. Matt’s mouth split in a grin but he didn’t break his stride, simply slid his hands up to jiggle her breasts. Josie leaned forward and giggled. “That’s never happened before.”
“No kidding,” he whispered and rolled her nipples with his thumbs. “Like it?”
“Well, I don’t have the same equipment as you do but … oh yeah.” She shuddered as the tip of Tobey’s tongue penetrated the tight fissure. “I swear to God, Tobey, if you …oh!”
“Shut up, Jo,” he muttered and licked along her slippery crack. The tip of one finger replaced his tongue as he suckled the base of her cunt where Matt pumped her as steadily as ever. Beneath her, Matt’s eyes fluttered blissfully and he slowed his pace for just a moment, letting the other man’s tongue lathe the underside of his cock before resuming his relentless pace.
“Suck on my balls," he panted. Josie leaned forward to give Tobey some room and Matt relinquished a bit of his control, allowing her to hover over him with her hands planted on either side of his head. She ground her body against his and he nodded frantically with a wild look. “That’s it—rough like that.”
A muffled snort came from behind, followed by a squeak as Matt gave Tobey a kick. Josie smirked and reached behind her to rub Tobey’s wrist. “You heard the man. Suck his balls.”
Matt’s whole body arced when Tobey’s free hand wriggled a digit into his ass. The last shred of his directive was taken from him and Josie seized upon Tobey’s rhythm. She couldn’t recall a time when she’d been so wet, so ready to just explode. The faster she worked her hips, the faster Tobey finger-fucked both their asses and the more Matt moaned. She watched the flush spread over his skin and his eyes become like milky liquid.
Her own climax came over her at the same time and she bobbed over him faster, harder, letting the magnificent friction on the underside of her clit take her all the way. Matt surged up against her, the tip of his cock bumping the mouth of her womb. Her whole body deflated with a sigh and she sagged against Matt, murmuring against his damp chest while Tobey’s tongue continued to work.
She woke at dawn her legs entangled with Tobey’s and her upper body draped over Matt. It took some creativity but she managed to dislodge herself without waking either. She was relieved to find Mercutio hungrily waiting at the top of his little tank. She dialled the city hotline while waiting for the coffee to brew. She settled in front of the television to watch infomercials, and the next thing she remembered she was landing face-first on the floor. Tobey stood over her.
“Sorry. I thought you’d roll the other way.”
“It’s ok. I have too many teeth as it is.” She pushed her hair out of her face and avoided looking at him.
“There’s old coffee.”
“I made a fresh pot.”
She trailed behind him as he made his way to the sliver of a kitchen and watched while he made faces at Mercutio. “The power’s back on all over the city. Can I get a ride home?”
“What the hell do you want to leave this early for?”
“Well …”
Tobey rolled his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. No, I won’t drive you home. Matt and I discussed it and we’ve decided we’re going to be lumpy all day. You’re invited.”
“Oh man, he’s up?”
“Is he ever. Look, quit looking so guilty.” He poured her a fresh up and slid the sugar bowl towards her.
“It loses all meaning once you’ve had two men eating your pussy at two in the morning.”
“Just so you know, it’s too early to talk dirty to me and you’re corrupting poor little Mercutio’s brain, thank you very much.”
“Look,” he replaced the coffee pot and boxed her against the fridge, “You and I have history, now you have history with Matt. What’s the problem?”
“It’s weird.”
“You’re weird.”
“Ok, so, what are you suggesting?”
“You come over here, we fuck. We go to your place, we fuck. It’s pretty cut and dry. Well,” he smirked, “Maybe not dry.”
“What if I meet someone?”
“Why would you want to meet someone when you have two huge erections ready to answer your every beck and call?”
Josie sputtered into her cup. “Well, when you put it that way ...”
“Then it’s settled. You agree not to over-analyze everything and I speak for both Matt and myself and agree to keep you in a state of perpetual orgasm.” He poured a third cup and nudged her out of the kitchen. “Come on. Matt likes to screw while watching The Ancient World on that history channel. It’s much kinkier than it sounds. Besides,” he paused in the foyer and raised a brow, “You hogged all the attention last night and I missed being the bottom.”
“What happened to my beck and call?”
“We’ll get you some boots and a paddle and you can boss us around all you want.” He shouldered the door open and Josie followed him into the semi-darkness.
Originally published September, 2008