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  Jeff leaned his head on his crossed arms, softly moaning his continued pleasure but asking for more. With each thrust from Linc, he met with a backward push of his hips. His eyes were closed for a while, but as if he knew as soon as Willie arrived, he opened them and looked her way, licking his lips in a way that told her that he could remember the taste of the folds of her pussy from earlier.

  Willie knew she should move, leave the room, but she was rooted to the spot as Jeff’s tongue did a sensual dance along his lips. It reminded her of all the things she had done earlier in the evening that had made her drip and moan and shutter in ecstasy. He looked in her eyes, willing her to come closer, and she did.

  Standing by the side of the bed, she watched until Linc plunged deeply into his lover and they both shouted their release. Only then did Linc open his eyes and notice her shadowing them from the side of the bed. Her big brown eyes were even larger in the candlelight. She didn’t move as Jeff bounced from the bed and went into the bathroom. She and Linc stared at one another in silence, with her eyes traveling from his face to his now flaccid dick that shined with moisture in the dim light.

  Jeff brushed past her with a wet cloth and a dry towel. He gently wiped the sweat from Linc’s face, neck, shoulders, and chest before he tenderly cleaned his partner’s dick. He followed the same path with the towel before returning to the bathroom. Willie stood without moving watching Linc as he finally collapsed onto the bed with his arms behind his head.

  Jeff hopped into the huge bed, leaning over from his knees to whip the T-shirt and panties from Willie’s body before he drew her closer to the bed. She offered some resistance, glancing timidly at Linc.

  “Get in the bed, Princess, but I swear to you if you talk too much, I’ll strangle you.” Linc rolled away from the two and closed his eyes. He heard a whispered conversation but fell into a deep sleep.

  Hours later he woke up with a softer hand than he was used to lying across his chest. He was slightly confused because he could feel Jeff’s bigger, more familiar hands riding on his hips. It took him a few seconds to realize who it was. He moved a little to the edge of the bed, but the body pressed up against him followed him.

  As he drifted back to sleep he thought that it felt much, much better than he’d ever expected.

  Chapter Four:

  Do What’s Right

  Willie Mae stared at the ceiling of the unfamiliar room. She enjoyed the warmth of the two men cocooning her between them in the cooling room. She carefully removed her hands and legs from where they wrapped around Linc’s back and gently removed Jeff’s hands from her breast. Slowly wiggling to the bottom of the bed, the blanket and sheets were untucked so that she could escape without climbing over either of the sleeping men.

  Not bothering to put on any clothes, she padded back to the guest room and used the bathroom there. There was a thick robe on the back of the door that Willie grabbed up before collapsing on the bed. Her phone, that thankfully seemed both charged up and working, blinked to tell her that she had messages, lots of messages, three from her mother, two from Papi, and one each from each of her five brothers. It was 4:00 a.m., three at home, but she called Mamá, who answered on the first ring.

  “I’m so sorry. I got lost on the road, and my phone didn’t work.” Willie Mae settled down into the thick pillows as Mamá fussed. Her Papi got on the extension and added to the barrage of Spanish and English that boiled down to Willie being a bad girl to scare her parents so unfairly and finally, where was she, and with whom.

  “I’m still in West Virginia because there’s a blizzard. I’m staying with Iona’s brother, Linc, and his partner, Jeff,” she explained.

  “Son mariposos?

  “Ay, si, Papi.”

  “How long you stay there because of this blizzard?”

  “I don’t know, Papi, I’ve never seen snow like this. It’s coming down in blankets. I’m looking at it right now and it’s still snowing and it has been all day. I’m sorry again about not calling earlier but I got so into the dinner and the snow that I forgot. I would have done it as soon as I got here but my phone didn’t get any reception but I could have used their phone but I got to talking and then as soon as I woke up I realized how worried you guys must be so I called even though it’s way too early but I didn’t want you to worry anymore.” Willie talked another ten minutes about the snow, the dinner, and the drive but said nothing about Linc and Jeff.

  Willie hung up feeling better after talking to her parents but restless after all she’d seen and done in one day, or more accurately, the past few hours. She’d been in the house for less than twelve hours and she’d had oral sex with a stranger, been a voyeur as Linc and Jeff made love, and gone to bed naked with two men whose middle names she didn’t know. She’d also felt a sense of belonging that she’d never experienced before. She tossed for another forty minutes until she got up and made her way to the kitchen.

  She rummaged in the fridge until she found a raspberry chocolate cake and a half a bottle of wine. She cut herself a huge slice, poured a tumbler full of wine, and sat at the island watching the snow fall. “This is such a quiet house. They need a dog or something. Maybe piped in music or chimes outside or…”

  “Or a woman who doesn’t stop talking.” Linc stood against the door. He wore a frown and a robe that matched the one Willie had on. She sputtered wine and cake onto the counter.

  * * * *

  “I’ll clean this right up. Mamá says that you shouldn’t mess up somebody else’s house. I’ll just get some paper towels. I couldn’t find the wine glasses but I needed more than those little bitty wine glasses hold anyway. I’m not used to, you know, doing things with men. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a twenty-seven-year-old virgin or anything. It’s just that I usually meet a guy, we get to know each other, have a relationship, break up, have break-up sex, get back together until the next time that’s too big to forget then we forget each other’s name and faces. Well, not actually forget, but you know how you do at the end. You can’t figure out what you saw in them in the first place besides the sex is sorta kinda okayish. But I always do that one guy at a time. With Jeff it was like, I don’t know, I went up in flames. I forgot about you and him being gay. I just wanted him right then, and any way he wanted me. So tonight when I got into bed with you and Jeff I don’t know what came over me. I felt like puta-ish but not bad like I thought I’d feel. Know what I mean? I felt like I was supposed to be there.” Willie hopped off her stool and stood mopping up the spilled wine and cake. “Which when you think about it is really crazy because I just met the two of you today. Maybe if I had met you when I came up here last year with CJ but Iona stayed in Charleston with the plane and didn’t come home. Who knew that the hills had a bunch of hot men running around. I…”

  Linc walked around to stand with her as she talked and wiped. She barely reached his shoulder, and she looked so soft and round, so unlike Jeff. But the only time he’d felt this way about anybody had been Jeff the day he saw him in the Student Union at Harvard.

  She refilled her glass, drained it, poured more, and added some in the same kind of glass for Linc. He stood beside her at the island sipping as Willie drank and talked about what a good girl she was.

  Linc watched her wonderfully shaped lips move and smile as she explained her ideals on sex and relationships. He looked at the light play on her mouth and teeth, the dim glow of her smile as she ate cake and got slightly drunk on wine. She had deep-brown eyes that were slightly slanted and danced in time to her stories. Deep-brown skin glowed in whatever light there was, flashing an underlying red tinge that actually rose and fell with her emotions. Dimples flashed on each cheek when she smiled, so they were there all the time. Her voice was breathless and slightly husky, more so as she drank her huge goblet of wine. Before she could explain who one of her many brothers was dating, he leaned over and kissed her.

  It was different from a man, softer and warmer in a way he couldn’t explain. He pulled her into his arm
s, awed by the smoothness and warmth of her skin. He pulled her into his lap and let his hands roam over her body, learning her, warming her.

  Willie tried to not respond, but she could feel the moisture running down her leg. Her moan filled the room as his tongue caressed the inside of her mouth. He sat her on the island, placing her legs wide around his body. It was a strange and wonderful feeling, softness and warmth like nothing he’d ever felt.

  Willie was shocked by her reaction to a man who had earlier proclaimed that he was totally gay. To have his hard body stretching her legs wide and pushing her into the hardness of the granite of the island and the different hardness of his body made her mind spin more than the wine she’d drunk.

  He didn’t kiss her right away, studying her face and feeling the contours of her body with his hands. He started at the top of her curly, soft hair and drifted down to the curve of her ears that he outlined with his fingers. As a vascular surgeon, he was used to telling the smallest details of some of the tiniest parts of the body with the tips of his fingers. He traced the outline of her lips, feeling the moist exhale of her breathe as he went further, dropping only the tips of those very talented fingers to her collarbone and finally to the tops of her breasts.

  “I’ve never tasted a woman’s breast before,” Linc said. He smacked his lips over her right breast, licking it, nipping it, finally biting it. “It tastes different from Jeff’s, fruity and spicy at the same time. Damn this is good.” Linc’s face disappeared again into the Willie’s cleavage. He licked the valley with slow, even strokes, learning a new territory.

  Willie lay back on her extended arms, watching Linc as he loved, laved her breasts, basking in the sensation. She wanted to say no, but it seemed rude and she really didn’t want to anyway.

  “I think I’ll fuck you now.” Linc positioned himself between her legs. He felt the moisture from her pussy roll over his dick, positioned at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, groaned, and collapsed onto her. “Oh, shit. So tight, so warm, so fucking wet.”

  Willie accepted his dick. “You’re fucking huge.”

  “Jeff is thicker. I’m longer. I like this, different, very different from my baby.” Linc surged into her, bottoming out as he seemed to hit a wall.

  Willie wilted into his arms. He held her up as he drew back and slammed back into her. She gasped and moved down to meet him. “I like this so much. I love this.” She gasped and moved with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room.

  She whimpered, shuddering into a major orgasm, gripping his waist and biting his right shoulder again and again. She could only whimper as he drove into her over and over, splashing pre-cum all over the island. He jerked her hard against him one final time before she felt him expand within her and splash inside her. They were sweaty and panting. He silently pulled out. After silence descended throughout the room as their beating settled and their bodies cooled, he wet a paper towel, wiped her off tenderly, and helped her down.

  “You’re so very different from what I’m used to. I don’t know if I like that or not.” He wasn’t really talking to her, but she heard it. It wasn’t a shock, but it did hurt that before he even said if what she considered mind-blowing sex was good or not he was already distancing himself.

  “Go sleep with Jeff. I have to check on something at Iona’s house.” He stomped out of the room. Willie stood like a statue in the kitchen while he dressed for the weather then she heard him slam out the front door. She tripped her way to the master bedroom where Jeff lay. He lifted the covers, and she dove inside naked and unsure.

  * * * *

  “Scared you?”

  “Yeah, we had sex. I’m sorry, I’m not trying to take your man but he’s so damn…”

  “Sexy.”

  “I was gonna say lusty, that it just happened and it was really fun, and good, and hot and right. Then he got dressed and went to check on Iona’s house.” She snuggled naked against him, warming her feet on his muscular, hairy legs. She threw a leg over Jeff’s hard thighs and gently used her still wet pussy to massage his now hard dick.

  “Why am I like this with you guys?” she said as she slid up his body enough to tip him inside her wetness. They sighed heavily together. Jeff moved in small movements.

  “I’ll tell you a story. When I arrived at Harvard, it was almost the first day, I met a tall, skinny black guy with buck teeth and a pronounced slouch. He wore these huge, thick glasses that he really, truly had taped in the middle. But the first time I saw him he was the only man for me. I was a huge pussy hound back then. I stalked him, and practically presented him my ass before he realized what I had done.” Jeff hitched a breath as Willie eased up and slammed down on his dick in rhythm with his story. It was languid and smooth. She lost the thread of his story as time and time again she was stretched full and left clutching his shoulders.

  Jeff kissed her, tasting her mouth with open, wet exchanges of tongue and teeth. She nipped him on his bottom lip as he slowly picked up the pace.

  “I can’t seem to stop myself. I’ll get tired of it tomorrow. I’m overwrought and scared from all the driving and the snow,” she said.

  “You think so? It’s not often that a woman has two long-time committed gay partners fucking her within minutes of each other. It’s kinda a special deal.” He stopped moving altogether, and she whined deep in her throat. Jeff laughed and caught her close to his chest with them still joined. “Sleep, you’re gonna need your strength later today.”

  Strangely enough, Willie Mae went to sleep just as he ordered, feeling light and comfortable and right.

  Chapter Five:

  Give You Summertime

  Predawn gray light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling window facing a forest. Willie Mae woke up the same way she had earlier, sandwiched between two hard, masculine bodies. Jeff hugged her front closely. His now flaccid penis lay cradled between her thighs. Linc’s leg was thrown over her hip and, as she followed his long, strong leg to its end, ended at the small of Jeff’s back.

  Repeating the best way to ease out of bed without waking the guys, she slide to the end and went to the guest bathroom. After a quick shower and teeth brushing, she pulled on a clean set of Jeff’s sweats, rolling them up to fit her much smaller frame. In the kitchen she found the internet radio connection, found a nice station with Spanish guitar, and began a simple breakfast. She could have done biscuits. Her cousin Manuela and Mamá taught her to cook just about anything including biscuits, but she didn’t want to search for the ingredients.

  She bopped around the kitchen, frying bacon, brewing coffee, and cutting potatoes, bell peppers, and onions for southwestern hash browns. She even made herself chocolate. She hummed, danced, and cooked, trying desperately not to think about what she had done with Jeff and Linc in this same kitchen. Just the briefest thought made her slow down and cringe at her wanton behavior.

  While by no means a virgin—seventeen hit her hard, fast and quick—she’d been very circumspect in her choice of men. She’d brought no man home, never lived with a man, or really had a relationship that wasn’t a friends-with-benefits type situation. But this, whatever this was, felt so different, so consuming, and so fucking right. She shook her head and continued chopping veggies. She sipped her cocoa and watched the snow.

  It was snow as she’d never seen before, not even when she traveled with her brother Moises to some glacier or the other. Big, fat, wet flakes slashed down onto the pine trees surrounding the balcony. There was a little wind, but it only moved the snow a little as it continued to cover everything in its wake. She stood in the glass doorway, watching the snow and really enjoying the show.

  As it got lighter, she could see the animals come out to forage. Squirrels, a doe, and what she expected was a chipmunk—she’d only Alvin and his brothers to go by—came down out to the mountain following what she could now make out was a tiny stream to a clearing that the kitchen overlooked. Even when she left the door to check
on the food, she had a great view of the outdoors.

  She left the eggs scrambled and ready to go, had bread at the ready in the toaster and the bacon and hash browns warming in a chaffing dish while she sat at the island and tried to figure out what to talk to the guys about.

  Willie Mae realized that she thought of them as one unit but at the same time so different. Two halves of the same coin? Yin-yang? Salt and pepper? She laughed, using the slick tile and Jeff’s thick wool socks to slide into a salsa swing through the kitchen. This relationship wasn’t like anything she ever imagined, but it made her happy. Switching into a merengue, she stopped dead in her tracks as Jeff and Linc seemingly appeared out of nowhere, both sitting quietly at the kitchen island watching her dance.

  “Oh, you’re up already. I made coffee and breakfast. I don’t know if you like juice or milk or other things to drink but you seem to have a wide variety to choose from. I was going to do a full Mexican but I didn’t want to risk one or both of you not liking Mexican. I thought about biscuits and gravy. Iona likes those so I figured you guys would, too, but it seemed too much work on this kind of morning. Are those little things without fluffy tales chipmunks? I’ve never seen one except for TV. By that I mean I’ve never seen one in Oklahoma. Too many coyotes and things eating them I guess, but seems like they are abundant here. Which means there aren’t a lot of large predators in these woods. Not that that’s a bad thing, but it must be quiet here at night without coyotes howling all the time.” Willie Mae bustled around the kitchen laying out plates and cutlery as she punched down the button on the toaster.

  She placed the food, large quantities of it, on plates and set it before the guys. She continued talking, doing a little dance from time to time. Linc and Jeff ate in silence, allowing Willie Mae to chatter until Linc finished eating.