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  “The kind that make you pull your vibrator out from under the mattress because you get so worked up. The kind that get stuck in your head and make your heartbeat quicken when little flashes of the story run back through your mind. Those types.” His rich voice rumbles.

  “Yeah, he writes erotica. Real filthy stuff too, and chicks love it. You girls are a lot dirtier than you like to let on,” Luke returns to the room with drinks.

  I don’t answer. I slowly sip another glass of whiskey on the rocks as I think about how my own Kindle may have had a few stories like that on it from time to time. And by that, I mean tons of them right now. I wonder if I’ve read any of his?

  “What’s your last name?” I search through the files of my brain for any erotica author’s named Jake that I may have read.

  “It’s Black. But that’s not the name I write under.”

  “Well, what name do you write under,” I press him.

  “That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” he trails his fingers down my arm and the room suddenly feels warmer.

  “How do I know you’re not going to write some smutty story about me, hmmm?” I bite my lip and look up at him.

  “Well, that depends on whether or not you give me something to write about,” his eyes quickly flicker over me.

  “I’ve got an idea for you, why don’t you write about a hot redheaded girl who works at a bar?” I smile coyly.

  “I’ve got a better idea,” Jake closes the gap between us on the couch. “How about I write about a stunning woman with hair like the extinguishing deep reds of a sunset,” he runs his fingers under my chin and tilts my face up to his. “Who is completely ravaged by two men at the same time,” he draws his face closer until his lips are hovering over mine. I can’t believe how wet just the suggestion has made me. I can’t believe how much I want him, them, to paint that picture with their actions instead of words.

  “Show me,” I whisper, and Jake kisses me hard, his lips desperate for mine as I feel Luke sit behind me on the couch.

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  Chapter 5 - MacKenzie

  I didn’t realize that a couch could feel so small. Flanked on each side by Jake and Luke, the delicate skin on my neck is being sucked, kissed and bitten from every direction, sending zaps of electricity down to my clit.

  Jake pulls up my shirt, sliding his large hands under the hem as I hold my hands up in the air. His strong, tattooed arms flex as he tugs me free from the fabric. Behind me, Luke makes quick work of unclasping my bra, exposing my breasts.

  Jake’s breath teases my skin as he leans over me, billowing over my taut nipples. Pushing my arms together in front of me, I squeeze them together so my breasts invite his mouth to taste them. His wet tongue presses into my skin, tracing the side of my breast before hungrily pulling my nipple into the warmth of his mouth. I mewl as he teases each breast, dancing his tongue over my diamond-hard nipples in tantalizing strokes.

  “Pull up your skirt,” Luke’s voice is ragged with passion. I pull the fabric up around my waist, his fingers slide under the elastic band of my panties as he guides them down my legs. No sooner than he tosses them to the floor, he puts his mouth on my trimmed pussy. The heat of his mouth makes me grind against his lips in anticipation.

  I can’t imagine what his tongue will feel like pressed into my pussy when only the warmth of his skin and the steam of his breath already has me on the edge. Luke licks his tongue over the opening of my mound and pushes open my swollen lips. I twist my skirt in my hands, holding it close so I can watch as Jake suckles and nibbles at my breasts while Luke kisses my pussy on his knees. I watch him flatten his pink tongue, delving in between my lips, sweeping it upward until a pulse of electricity zaps through my core as he finds my clit.

  I gasp as he rolls his tongue over my sensitive nub, but get used to the heightened feeling developing between my legs. He flicks small strokes against my clit, making my ass tense up and clench as a warm feeling builds in my belly. His licking picks up and he twists his tongue over my clit in every direction driving me to the brink of my sanity.

  I rock my hips toward his face, pushing his mouth down harder until a wave of ecstasy washes over me overwhelming my senses, making me shut my eyes and roll my head back. Another, stronger wave crashes through me. I cry out at the unexpected euphoria that pulses through me, shooting out through my limbs. Luke looks up at me with a satisfied smirk.

  “How about we take this party upstairs,” Luke stands up and extends his hand to me. I let him help me from the puddle I’m melting into on the couch, wearing only my skirt, I hurry up behind him on the stairs as Jake follows me, getting a full view of my naked ass in his face.

  As we walk down the hall my knees are still so weak from my orgasm I have to cling onto both men for support. I enter the bedroom and only glance at the full, oversized bookcase and art on the walls to know without asking that it’s Jake’s. Everything is so neat, so perfect. It looks like a set for a movie not like a place someone actually lives. I look around the room for something, anything to be out of place, but nothing is.

  Luke walks up behind me and pulls me back against him, I can feel the hard outline of his erection pressing into my ass as he grinds into me. Jake strips down quickly, ripping off his tank top and revealing that the tattoos covering his arms also travel across his pecs and over his shoulders. Luke pulls my earlobe into his mouth and slides a couple of fingers inside my pussy. I clench down tightly as Jake drops his pants and shows that he wasn’t exaggerating earlier about his cock. I let my straps fall and he takes off my bra casting it aside as well.

  Moving around me Luke takes my breast in his mouth, kissing my sensitive nipples softly. He releases my breast from the pleasure of his mouth only long enough to tug his shirt off and toss it onto the floor beside us in a crumpled pile. I admire his fit physique, smoothing my hands down his brawny shoulders and down over his defined pecs, I notice how tiny my fingers look stretched across his strapping chest.

  “You like being a dirty girl, don’t you?” Jake growls in my ear, swooping in behind me and effortlessly picks me up, leaving Luke to strip his pants. Dropping me down onto his bed Jake’s thick cock swings in my face.

  Lowering my hands, I traverse across the six pronounced muscles in his stomach, which appeared to have been carved from stone. This allows my fingers to graze against the hollows between his well-defined abs.

  “I do,” my heart is pounding with excitement and my throat is dry as I utter the words.

  “Good girl,” Jake answers. “Now are you a really good girl? Are you on the pill?” He asks as he wraps his heavy hand in my long hair.

  “I am,” my voice is almost caught in my throat as I imagine these two gorgeous men fucking me hard, without protection. I don’t mean to let out the deep, guttural moan that escapes my lips as I picture them both filling me with their cum.

  Jake guides my face down to his cock and I waste no time taking him in my mouth. I feel the bed move under Luke’s weight as he moves in behind me and I immediately submit to his hand as he pushes me down onto all fours.

  Luke rubs the head of his dick against the outside of my pussy and I position my hips to accept him. Jake holds my hair tight in his hand, his eyes full of fire as he watches more and more of his length disappear down my throat.

  Luke pushes his member into my pussy all the way down to the hilt. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me back against him as he bottoms out. His balls slap against my clit, making me groan with bliss.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  I answer in moans, vibrating my lips on Jake’s cock, making him grunt in appreciation.

  They both start fucking me hard. I bounce back and forth between them, I moan and grunt with pleasure as they find their rhythm on either end me. Their cocks plunge into me like pistons in a well-oiled machine. Their pace picks up. Harder. Faster. We speak in garbled grunts and moans as I bounce between them feeling stretched and filled to my limit.

  Suddenly, J
ake pulls free from my vacuumed lips and Luke follows his lead also pulling out of my tight pussy. At first, I think they want to switch places, but when Jake jumps off the bed, I get confused.

  “Where are you going?” My voice is raspy.

  “Not far,” he smiles, stopping at his night side table and pulling open the drawer. I can see his grab a bottle from inside, and he holds it up in front of my face. “A dirty girl like you deserves to be fucked properly.” He opens the cap and pours some of the clear lotion onto his hand in a pool. “I want to put my cock here,” his fingers slide up between the cheeks of my ass and a shiver of passion runs through me, “while Luke fucks you here.” He leans over my pussy and swipes his tongue over me making me cry out.

  I’ve never taken two guys like this before. It’s as thrilling as it is overwhelming. Thinking of feeling both of them inside me down there at the same time is making me wetter than I’ve ever been.

  Luke lies on his back on the bed and pulls on my arms, “Come here, get on top of me,” he coaxes me.

  “Okay,” in a simple word I give my permission to be taken, by both of them. Butterflies float through me as I slide my pussy over Luke’s girth. He grunts with approval as I tense up around him, trying to relax as Jake slides his lube covered thumb into my asshole. I twist as he expertly maneuvers his thumb, helping me get ready for what’s to come.

  Below me, Luke pulls my pebbled nipple into his mouth, his fingers are laced with mine and he pulls my arms over my head as he teases me. Behind me, I can feel Jake position himself and liberally lubricate his huge cock with more of the shimmering liquid.

  Jake slowly, but firmly pushes the tip of his cock between my spread ass cheeks and stops when he meets my body’s resistance. “Relax,” he rubs his hand over my ass, and I try to listen. He pushes his thick cock inside and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full.

  The two men find their rhythm in fucking me, one in my ass and one in my pussy as I let the unbridled ecstasy flood my senses. I feel like I’m riding a wave of pleasure and that Luke and Jake are providing the waves. I’ve never felt anything like this before, it’s amazing.

  Jake’s legs vibrate behind me as a shudder overtakes him. He fills my ass, still holding me in place as his thick seed fills me up. The sensation of his cum emptying into me drives me wild, an unexpected orgasm ripples through me making me clench my pussy tight around Luke’s cock.

  Luke groans as he thrusts deep into my pussy, his cum spurting into me as I milk every last drop from him. He pulls out and collapses back onto the bed, and Jake carefully pulls free from my tight ass and lies on the other side. I join them, snuggling between each of them as they bookend me from either side. I feel so safe and warm between them, their naked bodies pressed against me.

  Our panting fills the room as we struggle to gain composure. It feels like an eternity before I’m able to speak. “That was amazing.”

  “We thought you might enjoy yourself.” I can feel Luke’s grin against my shoulder.

  “So, what happens now? With the three of us?”

  “What would you like to happen, MacKenzie?” Jake questions me, pulling me a little closer to him.

  “I want to keep being with both of you,” I answer truthfully.

  “Well, I don’t see why that can’t be the case,” he responds.

  “We don’t mind sharing.” Luke agrees.

  As we drift off into a slumber, I can’t help but think of the expression ‘friends with benefits.’ It’s supposed to be the best of both worlds, but I think I’ve done one better. Looking at each of my neighbors with benefits, I smile and let myself drift off into a deep, satisfied sleep.

  THE END

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  Reel Love

  Chapter 1 - Chris

  I slam on the brake and let the people gathered at the crosswalk go. “Pay attention to the road,” I scold myself.

  It’s hard to do. Especially after being shut down so hard by Mackenzie. Humiliation rolls like waves in my mind as the recent sting of rejection still burns in my cheeks. I hated seeing her there, sandwiched between those two jock types. My gut twists up in a knot as I think about how smug they looked.

  “Figures,” I mutter to my empty car. Women are always the same. They say they want romance. They want a grand gesture. Then you show up with a boom box over your head, an incredible love song playing and an open heart bleeding on your sleeve and they decide to go with a couple of guys who just want to use her for her body.

  I shake my head and pull into the parking lot alongside the park. Whatever, I’m not about to let her ruin my whole night. I pull my keys out of the ignition and grab my boom box before heading out the door.

  I scan the sprawling green space before me. The grass is littered with blankets of cozy couples, some dressed up for the occasion and some not. At the front of the lawn is a huge inflatable movie screen with the first feature already playing.

  Damn, I’m late! And it’s my favorite John Hughes film starting off the 80’s marathon. I edge my way up the side of the crowd, smiling down at my vintage high-tops as I step carefully around fellow movie lovers until I find an opening.

  Whatever, if Mackenzie would rather spend her time being treated like a Chinese finger trap instead of spending her night with a gentleman like me, then it’s her loss.

  I let myself get lost in the moment on screen. Watching as the brat pack all sulk during their Saturday detention. Is it sad that I always wished I could get put in a weekend detention? I fantasized about being like Brian Johnson and finding love with my very own Allison Reynolds. Or Claire Standish. I wasn’t picky. I just wanted to find a girl who could appreciate me.

  Who could love me.

  I don’t think my high school had weekend detention, not that I’d really know. I wasn’t exactly a troublemaker.

  “Hey, buddy! Why don’t you sit down? I can’t see the screen!” Some guy calls out from behind me and I jump back from my hazy thoughts. I awkwardly search around me for a place to sit, like a frantic owl, twisting my head from side to side.

  My eyes stop when I see her. My whole body freezes. I’m not even sure if my heart is beating or my lungs are breathing.

  Sitting on a blanket a few feet away is a woman with the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen. She’s dressed like Cyndi Lauper in a wild dress covering her full frame and torn, fishnet gloves on her hands. I love her outfit, her teased out hair, her twinkling eyes and her beautiful curves, but that smile.

  Wow.

  “Are you Jerry?” She looks right at me and I know for a fact my heart is beating, cause it’s racing in my chest.

  I want to be Jerry. I want to be whoever she wants me to be, but from the hopeful look on her face, I can see I’m about to disappoint another woman.

  “No,” I close the gap between us and stand at the edge of her blanket. Next to her is an old-school picnic basket, like the kind I remember Yogi Bear always tried to steal in the 80’s.

  “Oh,” she looks down and that sharp twisting feeling comes back to my gut. I knew she’d be disappointed. “Looks like I got stood up then,” she murmurs.

  “Anyone that would stand you up is an idiot,” I don’t mean to say it so loud.

  People around us tell me to “Shhh!” like a pack of angry cats hissing at me in the dark.

  “That’s nice of you to say,” she smiles back up at me and I suddenly don’t care what the crowd thinks anymore. To be honest, they almost disappear when I look at her.

  “Nice boom box,” she nods toward my hand.

  “Thanks, I thought it would be fun to run with the whole 80’s thing.”

  “Me too,” she sweeps her gloved hand over her dress. “I, uh, don’t know if you’re meeting someone, or whatever,” she picks at the corner of her blanket shyly, “but, if you want, I have room for you to join me.” I can feel a goofy grin spreading over my face. Before I have a chance to accept, she pats the basket next to her emphatically, “I have lots of snacks too!”

>   “I’d love to,” I sit next to her and try not to let myself get drunk from her perfume. She smells like a rose garden. So perfect. She’s as beautiful as a rose too.

  “I’m Chris,” I hold out my hand and she shakes it gingerly.

  “Melody,” she answers.

  Melody. How fitting. Looking at her beautiful smile makes my heart sing.

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  Chapter 2 - Melody

  Where has this guy been all my life? Just when I thought this was going to be written off as the worst night ever, Chris stepped in and saved it.

  Life is funny, isn’t it?

  I’ve been sitting here for the past half hour, waiting for a blind date that never showed. That reminds me, I’m going to have to thank my sister for setting that one up. If Chris hadn’t just crossed my path, I’d be sitting here like a loser with a picnic basket full of goodies and my best 80’s outfit I could put together.

  Lucky for me he’s really cute too. I check him out as he glances back up to the movie screen. I love how his brown hair falls across his forehead. It gives him a boyish charm. His shoes and boom box are perfect for this marathon, obviously he’s a man who pays attention to the details. And his chocolate brown eyes are soulful and sweet.

  Damn! My cheeks flame up as he catches me looking at him. “Um, would you like some Whoppers?” I dive my hand into the basket and try to pretend I wasn’t just shamelessly checking him out.

  “Sure, that would be great,” he gives me an easy smile and I melt inside. Wait, is he checking me out too? I watch his eyes slide over my body like butter. From the twitching corners of his lips turning up into a smile, I’d say he likes what he sees.

  I feel the heat in my cheeks rush through my entire body, down to my curling toes. I grab the candy and hand him a box. “Here ya go,” I hold it out for him.