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Threesomes


  THREESOMES

  A collection of twenty erotic stories

  Edited by Miranda Forbes

  Published by Xcite Books Ltd – 2011

  ISBN 9781907761362

  Copyright © Xcite Books Ltd 2011

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers: Xcite Books, Suite 11769, 2nd Floor, 145-157 St John Street, London EC1V 4PY

  The stories contained within this book are works of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the authors’ imaginations and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental

  Winner of Jade Erotic Awards:

  Erotic Fiction Publisher 2010

  "Xcite has delighted its readers with a wealth of superb titles and first class storytelling. Their titles have far outstripped the others for both quality of the product and sensual erotic content."

  Contents

  Between Two Lovers Thomas S Roche

  The Untouchable Tabby Lana Fox

  Proxy Malin James

  Saturday Night Takeaway Josephine Myles

  One More Night Sommer Marsden

  Three-for-All Emma Richardson

  Classifieds Darla White

  An Up-and-Coming Area Elizabeth Coldwell

  Peter and Pierre Alcamia Payne

  The Fuck-Me Cabbie Kay Jaybee

  Anything for Her Rachel Kramer Bussel

  The Psychic Harem Giselle Renarde

  Hinged Angela Caperton

  The Things Tour Guides Know Richard Hiscock

  Casting Couch Charlotte Stein

  The Favour Leslie Lee Sanders

  As You Wish Heidi Champa

  Belonging Justine Elyot

  Three to Tango Josie Jordan

  Wrong Number Jean-Philippe Aubourg

  Between Two Lovers

  by Thomas S Roche

  She shouldn’t have worn something slutty.

  It had made sense early that morning. Get them both out to brunch, she figured, and wear something slutty. Get them tipsy at Verts Déchirées (best mimosas in town, and where else can you get a breakfast salad?) – and wear something slutty. They’re men. They’ll go for it, duh. Don’t apologise; be honest how you feel, about the two of them, about the two coincident relationships; about sex. If you mention it to one of them before the other, it’ll forever nag at the other one. Just tell them both at once, and wear something slutty.

  Without the wearing something slutty part, it ran the risk of becoming all process, no sex. And while Avery hated process, she did, however, like sex.

  So she wore something slutty.

  ‘Well,’ Luke chortled, ‘I’m straight!’ He sounded self-congratulatory.

  Avery fixed him with a gaze that could have frozen Vesuvius.

  ‘Well, I had planned on being there,’ she said. ‘So I don’t see how that matters.’

  ‘Hey, I’m not homophobic!’ bleated Luke, having an urban-sensitive-new-age-guy-straight-male-homophobia panic.

  Jacob grinned lasciviously.

  ‘I’m not either,’ said Jacob. He clapped Luke on the back. ‘Promise you’ll stay between us, Ave? Maybe we can use, like, sheets with holes in them – like the Mormons.’

  ‘Jews,’ said Avery.

  ‘Excuse me?’

  ‘Jews. Orthodox Jews are supposed to have sex through a sheet. They don’t.’

  ‘I thought it was the Amish,’ said Luke.

  ‘They don’t either,’ said Avery.

  ‘So it’s not Mormons?’ said Luke.

  ‘I was making a joke,’ said Jacob sourly.

  ‘Hey, guy, there’s nothing wrong with gay sex,’ spat Luke suddenly, with a self-righteously liberal air.

  ‘Oh, I love gay sex,’ said Jacob. ‘I eat it up! Nothing I love like a big fat dick!’

  Luke stared at Jacob, confused.

  ‘Not really,’ said Jacob sheepishly. Avery was more than a little satisfied to see him turn a deep pink.

  ‘Look,’ said Avery. ‘Forget I said anything.’

  Jacob recovered: ‘Hey, let’s not be too hasty here. I mean, we’ve got sexual chemistry, the two of us.’ He added hastily, ‘Avery and me!’ in a bark, violently waving his hand to indicate – without question – that he and Luke did not have sexual chemistry. Then to Avery, pointedly: ‘I mean, it’s intense, am I right? Maybe it’ll spill over and ... you know ...’ he made a cryptic gesture describing a triangle between the three of them, talking with his hand where his tongue seemed to fail him.

  ‘You know, what?’ asked Avery, annoyed.

  ‘You know.’

  ‘I don’t know.’

  ‘This thing could work,’ he finally said, his voice a deep dark chocolate purr of suggestive energy. ‘A threesome, like you said.’

  ‘That would be weird,’ said Luke.

  ‘Forget I said anything,’ said Avery, and gulped the second half of her mimosa.

  Jacob peered at her, refilling her flute from the pitcher.

  ‘It could work,’ said Jacob, to Luke. ‘I mean – look how she’s dressed.’

  ‘Ain’t that a fact,’ said Luke.

  Jacob’s leer radiated open lust, as his eyes took in Avery’s face and upper body, the tight soft shawl-collar top moulded to the outline of her breasts, her chickens stiffening her undercarriage effectively, but not as effectively as Jacob’s lustful gaze stiffened her nipples. In an instant, she knew they were visible, not just ’cause she could feel the tight hot hardness, but because Jacob and Luke exchanged a glance that told her so. She felt a wave of hot-cold-hot; her face was red, she knew. She was blushing. She shouldn’t have worn something slutty. That was stupid. And as for proposing a threesome? That was fucking stupider than stupid.

  She looked down. Her hot skin goosebumped. She squirmed uncomfortably under the two men’s gazes. Her jeans were too tight and rubbed her places she really oughtn’t to be rubbed right now. She wasn’t quite down to her skinny jeans, and in any event, there was less to these jeans to begin with than there ever should have been at brunch.

  She felt reckless, sick, nauseated.

  When she looked up, Jacob and Luke were both staring at her: shameless, ravenous, consumed by lust – word up. From the way they were drooling, if there hadn’t been a table full of mimosas and fucking breakfast salads between their crotches and their faces, Avery thought both dudes would be on their way to the hospital with boner-induced chin fractures.

  ‘Is she hot, or what?’ said Luke.

  ‘Fuckin’ smoking,’ said Jacob.

  Christ, boys, want a drool cup? she thought bitterly, trying to fight off the wave of immense gratification. As awkward as it was, she found it fucking hot to have two guys she was totally into – and, in fact, already sleeping with – looking at her with such open lust. For a moment she wasn’t sure she really wanted to stop it.

  ‘I don’t think it’s that weird,’ said Jacob. ‘She’s fucking hot.’

  ‘She’s fucking hot,’ repeated Luke, nodding fervently.

  ‘I mean, who wouldn’t want to fuck her?’

  ‘Fucking hot,’ Luke repeated.

  ‘Forget I said anything,’ murmured Avery.

  ‘I mean, is sex with her the fucking bomb or what?’

  ‘The fucking bomb,’ said Luke.

  ‘Forget I said anything,’ whimpered Avery.

  ‘The things she does?’

  ‘The things she says,’ purred Luke.

  They high-fived. ‘The things she says!’ cried Jacob merrily.

  ‘The mouth on that girl!’

  ‘At the right m
oment,’ said Jacob.

  ‘She’ll say the right thing–’

  The dudes fist-bumped.

  ‘But, you know, that’s not what I like about her. Mostly it’s the body,’ said Jacob.

  ‘It’s a good body,’ said Luke.

  ‘Not like that. The way she moves. The way she reacts.’

  ‘Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck yeah,’ said Luke, consumed. ‘The way she reacts.’

  ‘I mean, erogenous?’

  ‘Erogenous zone,’ grinned Luke. ‘One big one.’

  ‘Called Avery.’

  ‘Now you guys are just fucking with me,’ growled Avery.

  ‘You know that part in the small of her back,’ said Jacob – whapping the back of his hand against Luke’s shoulder in open camaraderie – ‘where if you tickle it real lightly or kinda lick it there, she just goes fucking nuts?’

  ‘I don’t know that spot,’ said Luke, bewildered.

  ‘I’ll show it to you,’ said Jacob lasciviously. ‘Avery, c’mere.’

  ‘Fuck off,’ she breathed.

  Both Luke and Jacob grinned.

  Luke said, ‘You find that place at the ball of her foot?’

  ‘What place?’

  ‘Like you were saying with her back. Just tickle it, or run your tongue over it, and this girl goes–’

  ‘Forget I said anything,’ Avery hissed.

  ‘–fucking nuts,’ mewled Luke. ‘The tongue especially.’

  ‘Dude, are you a fucking foot freak?’

  ‘Hey, lighten up,’ said Luke. ‘You were just saying you wanted to suck my dick.’

  ‘Hah! I don’t know what you think you heard, dude – but you heard something I didn’t say. Wishful thinking?’

  ‘Yeah, on your part.’

  The two made mocking kissy faces at each other.

  ‘Forget I said anything,’ said Avery, once more. ‘This was stupid.’

  Both men ignored her; their twin gaze only got progressively more obscene as the silence weighed them down.

  ‘Personally, I’m into her tits,’ Luke finally said.

  ‘Luke, stop.’ She was shifting uncomfortably.

  Jacob made that sound that “dudes” make: sort of a “chaw!” sound, meaning “Yeah, no fucking shit, of course, fuck yeah, dude,” or something like that. ‘What’s not to like,’ he elaborated. ‘Perfect. Are they fucking perfect or what?’

  ‘Forget I said anything,’ said Avery.

  Luke: ‘Fucking perfect.’

  ‘Sensitive,’ said Jacob.

  ‘Sure, not just visually perfect,’ agreed Luke.

  ‘But, like, sensually perfect.’

  ‘Forget I said anything,’ Avery murmured.

  ‘The way she reacts?’

  ‘Oh, yeah. You know she can come from her nipples–’

  ‘Jacob! Luke! Stop!’ she hissed. She could barely move, she was so nervous; the faint swirl of a mild mimosa-drunk did little to help. She couldn’t believe she’d actually suggested this; she couldn’t believe she thought that it would work. And most of all, for the thousandth time, she wished she hadn’t worn something so slutty.

  Avery was aware of a sudden throb in her clit; she felt clammy, down there; the seam of her jeans pressed in tight, reminding her that she was wearing even less by way of underwear under her too-tight, too-low-slung jeans than she wore beneath her too-tight, too-thin, shawl-neck sweater. And that only made things worse.

  When Avery glanced up again, the two men were staring at her tits, openly lustful. When they took in the sight of her face, red and humiliated, they both obviously felt a great deal of pleasure at seeing her humbled.

  ‘You guys are just fucking with me.’

  ‘Speaking only for myself,’ said Luke. ‘I think we’re mostly serious.’

  ‘I’m pretty serious,’ agreed Jacob.

  ‘Fuck off. Offer rescinded.’

  ‘You opened the door, Ave,’ said Jacob.

  ‘Yeah? Forget I did.’

  Then Luke said it, in his richest let’s-go-to-bed voice: ‘You want us to beg?’

  Jacob: ‘I think she wants us to beg.’

  ‘I don’t,’ she said. ‘It was a dumb idea. I don’t know what I was thinking.’

  ‘You were the one who wanted to date us both,’ said Luke.

  ‘Yeah, after you broke up with me!’

  ‘She’s got a point there, dude,’ said Jacob.

  Luke: ‘Yeah, well ... that was stupid.’

  ‘And now you gotta pay the price for your indiscretion,’ said Jacob, in his “Dr Evil” voice.

  The two high-fived.

  ‘That place on her back,’ asked Luke. ‘You’ll show it to me?’

  ‘Oh, fully, dude, I’ll fucking demonstrate. Information wants to be free. You just kinda–’ Jacob did a thing with his tongue. She remembered the last time his tongue did that on the small of her back.

  ‘She wants us to beg,’ said Jacob.

  Luke smiled. Jacob smiled. They put their hands together.

  ‘You want us on our knees?’

  ‘That’d be nice,’ spat Avery. ‘No, don’t–’

  She turned 11 shades of purple as they both kicked their chairs back and got on their knees.

  ‘Please have a threesome with us?’ Jacob mouthed, no sound – but they’d both done a semester of sign language and he knew she could read his lips. Avery looked around desperately to see if there were any deaf people around.

  ‘No! Sit the fuck down!’

  ‘Please?’ This time, Luke, in a moan.

  ‘Sit! Sit! Sit! No, don’t–’

  ‘Only if you agree to–’ Luke began.

  ‘–even fucking say it.’ Avery cut across. ‘Sit,’ she snapped. She was actually getting pissed, or at least she hoped they thought so. Inside, she was glowing.

  They both sat down politely. The brunch crowd was glancing over, smiling; it was San Francisco, so shit like this happened daily – on a Sunday, every hour.

  They sipped mimosas in silence; the waitress brought the bill.

  ‘Are we gonna do this?’ she finally asked.

  The two men looked at each other.

  Jacob made his “chaw!” sound.

  Luke shrugged and nodded.

  Avery took a deep breath. ‘My place?’ she asked.

  Luke shrugged. ‘It’s close,’ he said.

  ‘Sounds good,’ said Jacob.

  ‘Yeah,’ said Luke. ‘And let’s make it quick. I’m fuckin’ horny.’

  Jacob guffawed.

  ‘It’s the shirt!’ they both howled simultaneously, and fist-bumped.

  Good Christ, thought Avery. What have I done?

  She breathed three times, slammed her last mimosa and sprinted for the door.

  Under the circumstances, she figured, her two boyfriends could split the bill.

  It was only a few moments before they joined her on Fifth Street, but it felt like hours. She stood there, heat pulsing through her body; she wanted badly to back out, but now that she’d gotten them to agree to it, the deed felt like it was done – without an item of clothing ever being dropped.

  Fifth Street was busy. Two dykes made out across the street. A guy passed in front of her and dropped his gaze; she crossed her arms in front of her. Was this actually happening?

  Jacob and Luke came out of the restaurant, Jacob tucking cash into his wallet. They looked her up and down and smiled.

  Jacob turned to Luke. ‘Dude, I’m not holding your hand.’

  Avery made a disgusted noise. She took one hand each, and the three of them formed a line across the sidewalk walking toward Avery’s place.

  Had she been a little less drunk, she might have had further second thoughts – which wouldn’t have done anybody any good. When Luke broke up with her – he ‘needed some space’, same old bullshit line every guy used – she’d resolved to be more experimental. No more monogamy. No more jumping into relationships. Dating was awesome. Fuckbuddies were cool. Casual sex was even bette
r. Jacob had fallen somewhere at the confluence of all those categories: sex on the first date, sex on the second date, repeat ad infinitum. It had stopped being casual sex when they’d started planning sex weekends together, and she’d figured they would need to have The Talk when Luke came blasting back into her life, apologising for being a dipshit – just what every woman wants to hear, right? She’d gone right back to bed with him, and the sex had proven far better than before; apparently he’d learnt a lot in three months being single. Avery found herself in an arrangement suspended between a love triangle, dedicated polyamory and negotiated sluttiness. Jacob didn’t seem to mind. Luke was slightly more possessive, but Avery’d put her foot down: no relationships as such; no monogamy. She didn’t want things to get complicated.

  So how was it she was holding two guys’ hands, walking them back to her apartment, about to fuck them both?

  The definition of complicated.

  But then, it wasn’t like she hadn’t planned it out a million times in her fantasies. In fact, when she’d heard Luke’s voice on the phone, she’d had three thoughts. The first was He’s dialled a wrong number. The second was Luke and Jacob = Threesome.

  The third thought was so filthy and distracting she’d barely heard a word Luke had said for the first half-minute of his apology.

  She was a very naughty girl.

  ‘How do we do this?’ asked Avery. Luke and Jacob stood on opposite ends of her, in the corners of her small living room. Her skin felt electric. It seemed to repulse them both; they repulsed each other, forming some weird fucking science experiment triangle. She felt breathlessly suspended between the two of them. Her back was to Jacob; her front was to Luke. She felt desperately asthmatic, locked in desperate breathless anticipation. She felt like she was having a panic attack. She blushed deep, her face hot, as Luke looked from her eyes to her tits.

  Neither man said anything.

  ‘How do we do this?’ she repeated.

  ‘You’re the expert,’ said Jacob.

  He had stolen up behind her, six-feet plus of surfer dude towering over Avery’s five-ish feet. He took hold of her waist, big hands resting gently on her hips. She trembled. He moved nearer, ’til his muscled body grazed her shoulderblades and buttocks. His thumbs traced the outline of her thong, visible above the too-low waistband of her jeans.

 
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