By Mark S.

Lorena stepped out of the accounting office … MY accounting office! and walked past the cubicles of her coworkers. They waved and smiled, some sadly, as she passed. She entered the large shared office of Craig and Stephen, the co-owners of TreeHuggerz, Inc. Here we go, Lorena, breathe deep and keep your shit together. As usual, the glass doors of the brightly sunlit office were open wide. Craig was sitting behind his desk, resting the weight of his rugged frame on his elbows. Stephen, tall, thin, and childishly energetic, was sitting on the desk and swinging his feet. Both men stared so intently at her that Lorena felt heartsick.

“Come in, Lorena”, said Craig, with his disarming smile.

“And close the doors behind you” added Stephen with a fake sneer.

Lorena’s discomfort tripled as she closed the doors. Craig and Stephen were open with their employees, and closed doors always meant something heavy was going down. She imagined everyone watching the meeting and speculating what was being said. Craig offered her a chair with a sweep of his hand, which she politely declined. Stephen jumped off the desk and moved behind it, standing next to his seated partner. Stephen was trying to act stern and angry, and the effect would have been comical in other circumstances. He was such an exuberant free-spirit that he seemed like a teenager. Grey hair at his temples and the deep laugh lines around his blue eyes were the only evidence that he was well into his forties.

Craig spoke.

“Well, Lorena, tomorrow is Friday. Your last day with us. We were shocked two weeks ago when you gave your notice. We respect your choice, but we REALLY do not want to let you go.”

Oh, Craig, if you only knew what would make me stay. “I know. It’s not an easy decision. I’ve really enjoyed working here. You both have been great to me”

Stephen threw his arms up and exclaimed, “then why are you breaking our hearts like this?”

Nice overacting, Stephen. But somewhere in her heart, Lorena sensed real emotion in Stephen’s antics. “It’s like I told you both before. I miss the East Coast, and my folks are getting older…” Lorena felt her face burning, ashamed that she was lying.

“Stephen, knock it off”, Craig said, “Lorena, we don’t mean to pry. But Stephen and I both want to be sure that there isn’t something here that can be…corrected. If it’s a money issue…”

“Hell, NO!!” Lorena interrupted, embarrassed at her own forcefulness, “my salary is excellent, you are generous with bonuses and profit-sharing…” Lorena stared at the floor and blinked back tears.

“That leaves only one more question. Lorena, please look at me”.

Reluctantly, Lorena met Craig’s gaze. Unlike his boyish partner, Craig looked every bit his age. His closely trimmed beard was completely gray, and his large frame carried a few extra pounds around the waist that could only be described as “middle-age spread”. His personality was so different than Stephen’s, too. He was quieter, calmer, and serious. Lorena had caught on early that the success of TreeHuggerz was due to the perfect complement of these two men. Stephen brought the energy and creativity, Craig the discipline and tenacity.

Craig took a deep breath before speaking. “Lorena, Stephen and I work very hard to create an open, friendly workplace while maintaining a proper…distance…with our employees. It’s not an exact science, and particularly in your case, we can’t help wonder if, maybe, either of us might have gotten too close, too casual, and made you feel uncomfortable.”

I can’t believe you came out and said THAT! You aren’t going to make this easy, are you? “No, Craig. You and Stephen have both been perfect gentlemen. To a fault.” And that’s the problem, asshole!

Craig and Stephen exchanged a look, as if they had read her thought. Or maybe there had been sarcasm in her voice. The men continued to look at each other in silent conversation. Lorena found the silence unbearable. She was about to say something when Stephen turned to her.

“Okay, That‘s that. Tomorrow afternoon, after a year of being the best damn employee we ever had, after creating a smooth accounting operation within the chaos of our company, after learning to oversee the whole can of worms while we are away, you will leave us. Craig and I would very much like to ask you out to a farewell dinner. I know a great little place with excellent food and a friendly staff. We could reserve an intimate table for three.”

Say NO, Lorena! You’ve been through enough already. Stephen’s being sweet, but his words mean nothing. Tell them you won’t do it.

Stephen folded his hands in a begging gesture and pouted. “C’mon, please? We’ve never done this with an employee before, but you have really worked wonders here, and we need to do something to express our gratitude.”

Cat got your tongue, Lorena? Then just turn around and walk out! Craig looked at Stephen with a raised eyebrow and a slight nod, as if to say, “I told you this was a bad idea”

You are SO right, Craig. Asking me out now is a TERRIBLE idea. “Yes, I’d love to go to dinner with you both.” Oh, my God! Are you crazy?

Lorena, wearing a loose nightshirt, sat on her bed and surveyed the riot of boxes that filled her apartment. Movers would pick this all up on Saturday morning, and her flight would be early evening. Back in New England, there was really very little waiting for her. That’s why she had left in the first place. Lorena was single and childless and pushing forty. She had no problem getting dates or getting laid, but every relationship she got involved in felt like it going nowhere, like something she needed was missing. One day, while listening to a Sheryl Crow song, she had decided to send her resume to headhunters in California. Start a new life. What was the worst that could happen?

The worst that could happen, it turned out, was that she could end up with a job she absolutely loved, live in a climate she absolutely loved, and have two sexy bosses she absolutely loved. Two bosses she loved so much that the few guys she had dated out here were boring. Congratulations, Lorena. You’ve thrown away the best job you ever had. You’re leaving the best place you’ve ever lived. And you are alone. Lorena had made passes at her bosses. First Stephen, who had captivated her with his goofy optimism and humor. Being around Stephen was a little like hanging out with a close girlfriend, laughing and talking about anything, while staring at a guy so cute he was almost pretty. Later, it was Craig’s quiet self-assurance that had enamored her. Whenever he looked at her, his dark brown eyes always seemed to say, “you are safe here with me. I’ll watch over you.” Both Stephen and Craig had gently withdrawn from her advances. The sting of rejection and the fear of having made two drastic mistakes weighed on Lorena every day since. The men seemed okay with it, though. In fact, they were both warmer, more concerned for her. What if they are a gay couple, and they just feel sorry for the poor old spinster? Lorena had a hard time believing they were gay. Stephen, maybe. Craig, no chance. And they acted like best friends and committed business partners, but not like a couple. Office gossip about them ranged from gay to womanizers to celibate monks. No one really knew. Do they laugh about me over drinks? Do they tolerate my infatuations because I’m good at my job? Stop it! It’s over now, and there are more important things to concentrate on.

Lorena tried to think about the days ahead. Tomorrow, she’d say goodbye to her coworkers, then go to a dinner that she dreaded. Saturday she’d watch her life get tossed in the back of a truck, then spend the whole night in a crowded airplane. Then she’d go home to Mommy and Daddy and mope around until…Nice, niiice! You are just brimming with happy thoughts, aren’t you?

Stop thinking and just do something.

Lorena searched through one of her pieces of luggage, and pulled out a vibrator. A slight smile appeared on her face. She had discovered the joys of self-pleasure as a young girl, and masturbation had been a reliable comfort ever since. It was a tension-reliever, a sleep aid, an antidepressant, and a safety-valve when she longed for a man’s attentions. This toy was special, a memento from Treehuggerz, Inc, distributors of “earth-friendly products for sensual adults“. Employees routinely tested new products and reviewed them, keeping the products as a commission. Made of firm red silicone, this toy had an abstract phallic shape, with a slight curve toward the tip, and bumps and ridges along the shaft. The motor was powered by the latest generation of low-toxin, landfill-safe batteries.

Lorena pressed the button at the base, and her toy purred to life. She pulled off her nightshirt, laid back, closed her eyes, and opened her legs. Before touching herself, she took several deep breaths and exhaled slowly. Lightly, so lightly it almost tickled, she moved the vibrator over her entire pubic area. She slowly moved the humming device over the triangle of closely trimmed pubic hair, not even touching the skin. Then she traced the line where her vaginal lips came together, following the line all the way down to her ass cheeks. Back up the line with just a little more pressure, then down again.

With her free hand she gently rubbed her soft belly and breasts. Lorena liked her body. She wasn’t model-thin, or a hardbody. But she was healthy in a relaxed, natural way. She exercised by walking everywhere (she hadn’t bothered getting a car out here, and found that mass transport kicked the East Coast‘s ass). On her days off she’d take “urban hikes”, spending the entire day shopping and people-watching at Southern California’s seaside cities. She also loved to dance, swaying back and forth in a free-form outpouring of energy. Mostly, she danced alone in her apartment to rave music, and that was alright with her. Despite her failures in relationships, Lorena had no self-image problems. Lorena looked down at herself and found herself beautiful. The smooth mounds of her B-cup breasts lifted and fell with her breathing, and the roundness of her relaxed tummy moved in unison. As she continued adding more pressure to her vibrator strokes, her labia blossomed, her vagina lubricated itself, and her clitoris swelled. The vibrator parted her lips and pulled back on her clitoral hood as she matched the strokes with an upward rolling of her pelvis.

Lorena felt her sexual heat rising and changed position. She considered standing in front of the full-length mirror. It was often a turn-on to watch the hot chick in the mirror perform a sensual dance and finger-fuck. But not today, thanks to the damn boxes everywhere. Instead, Lorena rolled onto her knees and straightened up. Using two fingers to keep the base of the vibrator against the mattress, she raised and lowered herself rhythmically and rotated her hips until she felt just the right amount of pressure on her G-spot. She was still rubbing her belly and breasts, and her nipples became stiff and tingly. Ah, yes! World, go away.

As Lorena reached her stage of highest arousal, waves of pleasure brought erotic images to her mind. She found herself straddling Craig’s hard cock, facing away from him. No, damn it! I don’t want you in my head OR my pussy! But her rebellious body throbbed with desire, begging for more fantasy. Lorena gave herself to the fantasy, like she had so many times before. Craig’s strong hands grabbed her ass and waist, guiding her movements. She licked her fingers and flicked them over her clit. Stephen crawled up on the bed in front of her, and lowered his face down between her legs and Craig’s, licking upward when she pressed down, and pressing his tongue against the front of her vaginal canal as she raised up on Craig’s shaft. That last sexy image sent her over the edge, and the first wave of orgasm brought beads of sweat to her back, arms, and upper lip. She panted shallowly until the next wave came and she lost all awareness of where she was and what she was doing. Another wave crashed over her and the images of Craig and Stephen disappeared in a white, transcendent light. She was propelled to a timeless tranquility. As the intensity of each successive wave subsided, her muscles relaxed and her mind quieted.

Drained of strength, Lorena slumped forward and rolled onto her side, where she lay curled in a ball. The sweat evaporated, giving her a chill. She groped around for her nightshirt and wriggled it back on, then hugged a pillow tightly. As her senses came back to reality, she heard a humming through the mattress. The vibrator had fallen out of her sopping wet vagina and lay discarded next to her. She reached over and shut it off. Her state of bliss faded, and she noticed once again the boxed belongings. All the troubled thoughts and conflicting emotions rushed back in on her. Great, just great. No relief in sight.

Lorena squeezed the pillow tight and cried.

Lorena waited outside her apartment building for the boys to pick her up. She was so nervous that gas bubbles churned in her stomach. Girl, if you don’t calm down, you’ll end up burping and farting your way through dinner. Won’t that make a lasting impression? She walked in a tight circle and recalled the day’s events. She had spent the morning tidying up loose ends at the office and filling a shopping bag with a few personal items. At noon, the entire staff had thrown her a farewell party, complete with a potluck lunch, a dessert, and a gift basket. There had been laughter and tears, hugs and handshakes, “good luck”, “come back and visit”, “still can’t believe you’re leaving”. Very little work was done, and Stephen told everyone to leave early, declaring the day “an official day of mourning”.

A familiar Toyota Prius pulled quietly up to the curb, and Craig wrestled his big body out of the driver’s seat. He opened the passenger door for her, greeting her with just his smile.

“Where’s Stephen?”

“He had a few things to do. He’ll meet us there.”

They drove for a long while without talking. New Age music played quietly on the satellite radio, and a cool ocean breeze blew through the open windows. Craig glanced at her from time to time, and just smiled when she looked back at him.

“I hope you aren’t nervous”

“Not at all.” Bullshit.

“Stephen and I are hoping that tonight we can all act like friends, and leave the workplace etiquette behind us. Think we can pull it off?”

Lorena laughed cynically. “Sure. Piece of cake”

Craig steered into the carport of a modestly-sized but elegantly landscaped Spanish-style house. Lorena recognized the address as Craig’s residence.

“Craig, what’s going on? I thought you and Stephen…”

The front door burst wide open and Stephen came bounding down the steps, rubbing his hands on the apron he wore.

“Bienvenidos, mis queridos, a DONDE STEFAAAANNNN!!” In one flamboyant gesture, he bowed deeply, opened the passenger door, side-stepped, and swept an open hand back toward the house.

Lorena hesitated. Didn’t see THIS coming! She glanced at Craig for some sort of explanation. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder, and something warm and electric spread across her neck and back.

“I realize that this might be awkward. Say the word, and Stephen gets in the car and we go to a restaurant. But just look at him, like a kid at Christmas. He’s made a big production of this.”

Lorena turned to Stephen. Seeing the mischievous sparkle in his eyes, she knew she didn’t have the heart to disappoint him. He extended his hand to help her out of the car. She placed her hand in his, and the same electricity radiated up her arm. As she stood, Stephen gathered her up in a hug that lifted her off the ground. They spun a slow pirouette. Stephen’s face was right next to hers, and he grinned like the Cheshire Cat. Lorena picked up the subtle scent of something botanical on his skin, not harsh and chemical like a cologne. It could easily have been one of the many products the company distributed, like hempseed moisturizer or pheromone body mist. Whatever it was, he smelled goo-oo-ood!

“There’s a hug I’ve been wanting to give you for nearly a year. Come in, come in! Delicious things await and I am your humble servant.”

They walked up the steps, then stopped. They looked back and saw Craig, still sitting behind the wheel.

“Aren’t you gonna open MY door?”

“You are not the guest of honor. You are the frigging BUSBOY! Now move your lazy ass!!”

Lorena winced at Stephen’s commanding tone of voice. He was an actor by nature, and she had been witness to countless characterizations, accents and impersonations. But his barked order to Craig had an authenticity that almost frightened her.

Entering the house, Lorena wondered if she was dreaming. The entire first floor was one great open area. The entryway flowed into the kitchen, which in turn was connected to the dining area. Further in, the “den” occupied half of the floor space. A spiral staircase in one corner led to the second floor. Six wooden posts held up two massive ceiling beams. One square room stood between the kitchen and den. That’s got to be a bathroom. Planters of leafy foliage hung from several hooks, Other plants with thick trunks stood like soldiers in the corners. The furniture was simple and space-efficient. Laminate wood flooring reflected the warm evening sun streaming in through an abundance of windows. Here and there prints, sculptures, and photos were displayed tastefully. Down-tempo electronica pulsed and throbbed quietly from an unseen stereo system. Lorena sought a word to describe the overall impression. Harmonious. This place looks and feels harmonious.

Stephen led her to a table set for three, and pulled out the chair facing the kitchen and living area. The table was filled with several small dishes of snacks: veggies and dip, nuts, cheese cubes, and more. A large decanter brimmed with a blush wine. Stephen pulled a hot dish from the oven.
“Crabmeat and cheese canapés”, he said, placing the dish on a trivet in the center of the table and sitting. “Dig in!”

Craig grabbed a small pitcher from the refrigerator, pulled three shot glasses from a cupboard, and sat down. “let’s jump-start the evening with a little pisco sour. Pisco is a liqour made from …”

“…fermented grape skins”, Lorena finished enthusiastically. “I’m well acquainted with the stuff. Have you been to Chile?”

“I have,” said Stephen. “I spent lots of time in South America when I was in the Marines”

What!? How could YOU have been a Marine? “No kidding. Really? How about you Craig, ex-military?”

“Not really. Stephen and I went in on the buddy system, but I couldn’t handle the abuse. I got discharged halfway through boot camp. But this guy,” Craig pointed to Stephen, “couldn’t be broken. He was the damn platoon leader when I left!”

“The Marines aren’t for everybody. Besides, I’m glad you missed the shit I went through”, Stephen’s eyes darkened, and Lorena decided not to ask about it.

“Wow, I learned something new today.”

Stephen brightened and smiled broadly, “Good! Lorena, if Craig and I could make a wish, it would be that you learned everything about us tonight that you could. We wish we had gotten closer to you sooner.”

Don’t mess with me, Stephen. Have a heart, will ya?

Craig broke in. “Let’s have that shot, okay?” He poured the shots and passed them out. “A toast. To fondest memories.”

“And new beginnings,” Stephen added.

“Salud!” said Lorena, and clinked her glass with theirs. They all gulped down the potent, sweet drink.

“Woo Hoo!”

“Good stuff”

“Got some oomph to it!”

Craig lifted the pitcher. “one more before I put it back?”

“What the hell, why not?”

They threw back another mouthful of lemon-flavored fire.

“Alright, you really, really want me to learn about you?”

“Yes”

“Yeah, really.”

“Then tell me, are you two gay?”

Both men laughed heartily. Craig spoke first. “Stephen and I both LOVE women!”

“The way they look!”

“The way they feel!”

“The way they smell!”

“The way they taste!”

Stephen leaned in as he spoke. “Now, what you are probably trying to find out is, why don’t these gorgeous, successful men have wives or girlfriends?”

That’s exactly what I want to know. But you don’t have to be so cocky!

“So here’s our story. Craig and I have been best friends since freshmen year of high school. We were both awkward, misfits”

“I was a big kid, and everyone left me alone. Stephen was a skinny goofball, and he got shit on every day. One day, these three assholes threw his books around and slammed him against the lockers. I jumped in, and got knocked out cold. When I came to, Stephen had one of the kids on the ground, and his thumb was jammed in the kid’s eye. The other two, who looked like they’d been punched a few times while I was napping, were begging Stephen not to pluck the kid’s eye out. He made them promise, in front of a hallway of students, to leave us both alone”

“I can put up with a lot of shit. But Craig was the one person in the whole damn school who was nice to me. He laughed at my jokes…”

“Out of embarrassment!”

“…and offered to help me with class work…”

“Out of pity!”

“…and waved to me every morning when I got on the bus”

“Out of utter amazement that you had the guts to keep going back for more!”

“When I saw him take that punch, I decided ’Enough!’ I really didn’t expect to get the better of them, I just figured Craig would be afraid to talk to me after that. If I lost that one good moment of each day, they could kill me for all I cared.”

“For the next few weeks, we were shitting our pants. We kept expecting to get jumped. But it never happened. Eventually, the same kids starting nodding to us in the hallway, not being friendly, just acknowledging us.”

“By then we were attached at the hip. We went to movies, arcades, and Mickey D’s. We hung out at Craig’s a lot, reading porn magazines and contemplating the deep meaning of life. We even talked about masturbation. First we traded funny and embarrassing moments, then we got on the topic about what felt really good. We watched each other jerk off. It was really intense. After we both came, there was this awkward silence.”

“Until we both started laughing like hyenas!”

“We swore that would never happen again. Two or three times a week we swore it would never happen again. Eventually, we started masturbating each other, then blowjobs, then sticking fingers and stuff in our asses.”

Lorena was so blown away by the candid tale, she felt like the room was tilting. She placed her hands flat on the table to steady herself.

Craig continued, “meanwhile, back at school, girls were really starting to take an interest in us. They’d ask us out on dates. We couldn’t believe it! I thought it might be because of the fight, but Stephen had a theory that made more sense”

“I figured the girls saw how close we were and gossiped that we were gay. Then they’d dare each other to go out with us, see what we’d do. We made out with a lot of girls, even had a couple of steady girlfriends from time to time.”

“The relationships never lasted, though. Teenaged girls were pretty insecure, and jealousy over our close friendship always brought things to an end.”

“Senior year came to an end, and we couldn’t get dates to the prom. Craig’s folks saw how bummed we were, and hooked us up with a friend’s camp for the weekend. His mom packed a bunch of food for us. His dad pulled us aside, and showed us a case of beer he’d hidden in the trunk. He told us to have a blast, but not to leave the camp after we got into the beer. We had a great time, swimming, drinking around the campfire, getting each other off. On the second night we were bitching about how screwed up the human race was, or was it us? “

“Then I said, ’at least we have each other’, and we kissed. Just like that. It wasn’t the same as kissing a girl, not nearly as sexy. But it was comfortable, relaxed..”

“And sincere. It was a kiss that came from the heart. We knew then, and we still know today, that our friendship was an expression of real love.”

Lorena mind was reeling. The pieces are really falling into place. “Guys, I’ve heard similar stories once or twice. But from women. I’m sure lots of men have experimented with their buddies, but they’d never tell anybody. I envy you both. I’ve had a couple good friends, but nothing remotely close to what you have. And I have had some pretty hot romances, but I’ve never felt the real love you describe.”

Yes you have, Lorena. Distantly and secretly, but you’ve felt it.

Craig said, “Don’t envy us. It isn’t a fairy tale. We both suffered a lot. We both desperately wanted a woman to love, to grow with, to make a home with. We hoped the Marines would straighten us out, get us out in the world where we could find real women. But that didn’t do it. We didn’t see each other for a long time, except for brief reunions. I met a great woman, got married, and learned that it wasn’t just teenaged girls who had a jealousy problem with their men’s friends”

“Did your wife know how…deep…your friendship with Stephen went?”

“Yes, eventually. When we met, Stephen wasn’t around. I always talked about him in the past tense. I left out the sexual details at first, which I regretted. We were married a couple years before I told her everything. She had lots of issues with sex. She didn’t know just how diverse human sexuality could be. Hell, she had never even masturbated, and the first time she caught me, you’d think I had found another woman. So I patiently tried to educate her. We even went to counseling. That’s when it came out. She didn’t take it well. I’m surprised she didn’t leave then. She really tried to make it work. But she insisted I never contact Stephen again.”

“Ouch! How cold is that?”

“Oh, come on, Lorena! Lots of people act all liberal and cool and open-minded, but the fact is most women would have done the same thing, or worse, under the circumstances. Don’t kid yourself.”

Are you kidding yourself, Lorena? Are you alone and nearly forty because you spend a lot of time kidding yourself with unrealistic expectations in the love department?

“I guess you’re right. Any kids?”

“No.” At this both Craig and Stephen looked sad. “Probably better that way.”

“So, how did it end?”

“Well, I got word through the grapevine that Stephen was back home, but he was really messed up. I did some checking around and learned that he was in the barracks in Lebanon that got blown up. He wasn’t injured too bad, but everyone else in his squad had been killed. I wanted so bad to go see him, to hold him and tell him, ’at least we have each other’. But I didn’t do anything, I was holding my marriage together by a thread. I hated myself for being such a coward, and I hated my wife for not understanding. A year later, Stephen showed up at my doorstep. He looked like a bum and he stunk.”

Lorena looked at Stephen and saw in his eyes pain beyond words. She took his hand, and he smiled ever so slightly.

“Stephen had been moving from town to town, living on the streets. I still can’t figure out how he found me. The second I saw him I burst into tears and ran into his arms. I heard a voice behind me say, ’tell him to go away’. I turned to my wife and said, ’do you know what the difference between him and you is? EVERYTHING!’

Then I left and never went back”

“Once again, Craig became the one thing that got me through each day. He saved me. We got a couple jobs, a studio apartment, and rebuilt our lives.”

“I’m not sure I’ve forgiven myself for not being there for him when he first got back. But this crazy son-of-a-bitch acts like I never did anything wrong.”

“You didn’t. You are a man of integrity who always tries to do the right thing,”

Stephen looked back and forth at the other two, and the sparkle came back in his eyes. “Do you know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think it’s time to throw dinner in the oven!” He jumped up and turned on the oven, then cleared some of the snack plates. Lorena was stunned to see that they had made quite a dent in the snacks during the conversation. Craig got up and took away the shot glasses, then pulled a couple salads out of the refrigerator. He also poured the wine.

“The great thing about pisco is that it’s a grape product, so there’s no disagreement with the wine.” He rubbed his belly and winked. Lorena realized that her stomach had stopped rumbling. In fact, all her nervousness and misgivings had vanished. The intimacy of the conversation had made her feel so at ease, so clear about these great guys, and so happy to be here, now. The pisco was doing a nice job of relaxing her, too.

“So, how’s it going with the ladies these days?”

Both men laughed, then stared at her for a moment.

Stephen spoke first. “Frustrating, that’s how.”

“Stephen and I find the occasional date, but it never really adds up to much. We tried the internet personals for a while. It was lots of fun, but empty. Plenty of women have fantasies about a threesome with two guys, and we were happy to oblige. But once the fantasy was fulfilled, they didn’t stick around. We realize that it’s an unrealistic expectation to find two women, or even one, who could handle a love relationship with us. “

“Speak for yourself”

“Stephen is an optimist.”

Stephen spread out his arms and looked up to heaven. “I was dead, yet I live. Therefore, anything is possible.”

“Great line. Who said that?”

“I did, just now. Unless, of course Craig’s a ventriloquist.” He shot Craig a suspicious glance.

Lorena snorted with laughter. Embarrassed, she laughed even harder.

“Get any on you?” Craig asked while chuckling.

Stephen took something out of the fridge and slid it in the oven. “So, Miss Nosey-Britches, how’s YOUR sex life?”

“Just ducky! Thanks for asking.”

“You gotta do better than that. How about Tim in sales? You went out a couple times. Didja DO him?”

Craig took three long strides across the kitchen and smacked Stephen hard on the shoulder. “Boundaries, Stephen!”

“Oh, fuck you and your boundaries! Loosen up and live a little!”

“It’s okay, Craig. I’m loving this conversation! Yes, I did Tim. I did him real good! He was quite talented. But after our second date, he sensed that I was distracted” by the both of you

“and we just let things drop.”

“Maybe you’re a lesbian.” Stephen grinned.

“If I was I’d be living with Gigi right now.”

“Oh, what a sweetheart she is!”

“Makes me wish I was a woman,”

“Believe me, Stephen, sometimes you ARE a woman”

“Tough talk for a glass jaw!’

“All I’m saying is, there’s like a dozen people living in there, and they aren’t all men.”

“I’m with Craig on that. Sometimes I think your multiple personalities have multiple personalities. But you know what? I’m quite fond of every single one of you.”

“Hey, Lorena. Remember last fall, when we were talking about movies and you asked me out?”

Lorena blushed. Oh, no. Rejection revisited. “yes, I remember.”

“It killed me to turn you down. Craig and fought for days afterward. I wanted to tell you I changed my mind. But, do you think you can understand how difficult this can be? The risks of losing you at work were staggering, and we had no idea how you’d react to our ‘friendship‘.”

“In Stephen’s defense, I was the one who insisted that we keep our distance. He knew right away how special you were. It took me a while to see that for myself.”

Lorena regained her composure and went on the attack. “Really, Craig. Did you see how special I was BEFORE or AFTER I kissed you at the trade show?”

“WHAT?! Craig, what’s she talking about?”

“Stephen…”

“No, you know what? Shut up! I want to hear her story.”

‘Last month, when Craig took me to the trade show, we worked side-by-side all day long. There was a lot of chemistry, and when we headed up to our hotel rooms I spun him around and kissed him in the hallway. He backed up, but didn’t say a word. I thought he was going to fire me right then and there. I ran to my room. The next day, he reassured me that everything was fine and that he was flattered.”

“So you gave up on me, and settled for him,” Stephen bit his lip to keep from laughing.

“No, it’s not like that. “ Lorena felt tongue-tied.

“Well, everything is out of balance now, and the only way to fix it is for you to kiss me.” Stephen walked over to her. Lorena stood up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a long, lingering French kiss. She felt that electric warmth again, so strong she moaned. When she pulled back, Craig was inches from her face.

“At the trade show, you didn’t kiss me like THAT.”

She took one arm and wrapped it around Craig’s neck. Then she gave him a passionate wet kiss.

“There. Are we all balanced now, or do you want to play this game all night?”

Please, say yes. I really could play this game all night!

Stephen pulled his head back so he could look them both and said, “I think we all know what comes next.”

Lorena felt her vulva getting wet. Is this really happening?

“Let’s eat!”

She let them go, and sat back down. Stephen brought the hot tray over to her. “here we are. Baked stuffed shrimp!”

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They made small talk, punctuated with lots of laughter. Lorena was so horny she didn’t hear half of what they said, and wondered if she was babbling. The food was wonderful. It actually tasted like love.

Wow! Everything is so delicious. My taste buds are having orgasms!

“I don’t want to dampen the festivities, but are you parents okay?”

Lorena didn’t understand what Craig was asking her. “Huh?”

“One of the reasons you said you were leaving. Your parents.”

“Oh. They are fine. Well, Mom is a breast cancer survivor. Dad has a heart condition, but he’s had it all his life, apparently. Hypertrophic Obstructive Cardiomyopathy.”

Just tell them the truth.

No. They’ll be furious that you lied. Besides, what’s done is done. If you weren’t leaving tomorrow, they wouldn’t be doing this tonight. Enjoy the moment, and be happy you had this much, at least.

“Is your Mom still having treatments?”

Please, let’s talk about something else. “No, not for a couple years now.”

The men exchanged puzzled looks. Talk about something else Lorena.

“Stephen, you didn’t mention your parents at all tonight.”

“No parents. I’m an orphan. No brothers and sisters either. I stayed in foster homes a little, but mostly I lived in the orphanage.”

Lorena’s chest tightened. Maybe you should just stop talking.

“It’s okay, Lorena.”

“What?” They must think you’re an idiot!

“I invited you to really get to know us. Life isn’t always happy stuff. It’s okay. Besides, your kiss felt so good, nothing could bring me down.”

Craig added, “It’s also okay to take a break in the conversation, and just enjoy the pleasure of the moment.”

You two are angels. You really are.

They finished the meal, and drained their wineglasses. Stephen walked over to one of the posts and held in a button. The volume of the music went up enough to be heard clearly. As he started clearing dishes, his hips began to sway and his head bobbed to the rhythm.

Go, baby. Shake that ass! Dance over here and I’ll tuck some bills in your waistband.

Craig was up and loading the dishwasher. After a few minutes, he started pumping his arms and moving his feet to the music. He didn’t have the same serpentine sensuality that Stephen had, but he was a pretty decent dancer. “I can’t help it. It’s contagious!” he said sheepishly.

“Don’t stop. I’m enjoying the show.” Stephen could be a stripper. Women and men would eat him alive.

Stephen turned and gave her a sultry look. “Here are your choices. Dance with us now, or for us after dessert.”

Lorena was out of her chair and shimmying between them in an instant. She rubbed her butt against Craig’s as he bent down to load some plates. Then she pressed herself against Stephen, matching his movements. Stephen stepped away to do something just as Craig gently took her in a traditional dance embrace. Waltzing to Gnarls Barclay? Okay, why not? Craig laughed, acknowledging his “unusual” style. She felt Stephen’s hands slip around her waist as he pressed her tightly between them. The only movement possible now was a side-to-side shifting of weight at the hips, and an alternating dip of the shoulders. Lorena was impressed that Craig had matched their movements, until she saw that Stephen was actually holding Craig’s belt and guiding him. She found the scene both touching and hysterically funny. Then she felt Stephen’s nose and lips gently nuzzling her neck. Craig moved in and nuzzled the other side of her neck. If I don’t get laid tonight, I’m going to burn out the vibrator back at the apartment.

“Oh! Before we forget!” Craig broke away and rummaged in a drawer for something. “we have a present for you.”

He handed her a jewelry box, and Stephen moved around to watch her open it. It was a pendant in the shape of a tree, its trunk appearing like a naked man and women passionately entwined, the branches their arms, holding up a leafy canopy dotted with mixed fruit. It was the TreeHuggerz logo,

“To help you remember us,” I couldn’t forget you if I wanted to. Believe me, sometimes I’ve wanted to.

She inspected the pendant very closely. The leaves were bits of turquoise and lapiz lazuli, and a variety of gemstones the fruits. The gold trunk looked odd to her. Then she realized the pattern was different from the real logo. It outlined a female form embraced on both sides by two male figures. This was a carefully planned and beautifully crafted custom piece of jewelry, and she was amazed.

“It’s beautiful! How did you get it made so fast?”

“To be honest, we started on it right before the trade show. It was supposed to commemorate your first year with us. We were wracking our brains, wondering how we were going to give it to you.”

Lorena felt a sharp pang of remorse. “Do you still want me to have it, considering…”

‘Absolutely.’

“Now more than ever”.

“Could you help me put it on?” She handed Craig the pendant, and lifted her auburn hair off her neck. Each man took hold of a side of the chain, undid the clasp, and draped the chain around her neck. Stephen fastened the clasp. They ran a hand along the chain, down the pendant resting in her cleavage. They slid their hands outward until they brushed her breasts. She drew a sharp breath as her nipples leaped at the touch. She placed a hand on the side of each man’s face, and kissed one, then the other. Again and again she kissed them, as her hands pressed their faces closer. Their cheeks touched, and they turned their faces inward. Her next kiss landed on both their mouths. With a little adjusting, they managed a long, thorough open-mouthed triad kiss. Three tongues writhed with desire, sliding over three sets of lips, and three moans of delight added an exquisite vibration to it all.

They added variation to the kisses. Two kissed, while one watched. Switch, Now two kissed the third on the cheeks, neck, ears. Switch. Now extended tongues rubbed, nothing else touching.

This is heaven. How will you ever kiss just one man again?

They began a slow, spiraling waltz that moved them toward the couch. They did not stop kissing until she landed on the soft cushion, and the men sat down on either side of her.

“Wow! I’ve fantasized about being with you both, individually and together, but those kisses were beyond anything I ever imagined.”

“Oh, you bad girl. So what did you fantasize about?”

“For starters, I sat and watched you both strip naked for me.”

Both men stood up and faced her. Moving in time with the music, they peeled off their clothes. Laughing, Stephen danced over to the window facing the street, and pulled the vertical blinds shut. As he worked his way back to center stage, Lorena took a good long look and them. Craig looked more muscular nude. He had ample hair on his firm chest and belly. Stephen had no chest hair, and she wondered if he waxed or plucked, or what. One large tribal tattoo graced his upper arm, and it seemed alive. She lifted up her hand with her index finger pointed down, and twirled it in a silent command. Dutifully, both men turned around. Stephen’s backside was just as she imagined, tight and muscular. Great-looking legs, too. Craig had a large butt with plenty of its own sex appeal.

They turned to face her again, and her gaze drifted downward. Craig’s cock, though modest-to-average in length, was plump and meaty. It was erect, and pointed right at her, it‘s glistening head peaking out of an uncircumcised foreskin. Large testicles hung loosely underneath. It looked like Craig trimmed his pubes to a reasonable length. She moved her eyes over to Stephen and was surprised. Stephen caught her reaction, put his hands on his hips, looked down at himself, and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I just don’t understand it. This is a first for me. I think I’m having a tough time believing you are really here.” His thin circumcised penis lay flaccid atop a tight scrotum. There was nothing remarkable about his balls, either. Oh, well. Nobody’s perfect. He was still magnificent, with a closely trimmed crotch that accentuated his boyishness.

“What next?”

“Touch each other.”

They faced off and began running their hands over each other’s arms, shoulders, and chest. It was gentle and sexy, but with a surprising tough edge to it. There was an aggressive intensity in their eyes, as if they were about to wrestle. Lorena ran a hand down her skirt, and thought she felt steam rising from her lap.

“Stephen, I want you to suck Craig’s cock.”

He dropped to his knees and ran his tongue around Craig’s balls, then licked up to the head. Instead of taking the cock in his mouth, he turned his head to one side, and kissed and sucked around the shaft, like he was trying to give Craig a whole shaft full of hickeys. As he neared the crown, he sucked a little harder, drawing the foreskin deep into his mouth. Clamping down with his lips and wagging his head, Stephen used Craig’s own foreskin to stroke the upper half of his cock. Stephen pulled the skin over the head concealing it under the puckered opening, and tugged it down. Craig sighed with pleasure.

Stephen could teach you a few tricks, eh, Lorena?

“Stop! Now I want you to undress me. With NO hands!”

The men whispered instructions and encouragement to each other as Lorena stood and stepped between them. While Craig struggled to loosen the buttons of her blouse with his teeth, Stephen made easy work of the zipper of her skirt, burying his face momentarily in her fabric-covered ass. When the zipper was down, Stephen fell onto his back and reached up to her hemline with his toes. One sharp yank and the skirt fell to the floor. Craig managed to get the buttons undone, leaving Lorena’s blouse wet in several places with drool. Both men stood up, and used their mouths to slide the blouse back off her shoulders. They took a break and planned out the removal of her bra. Unhooking the clasp between her breasts seemed impossible, so they opted to pull the bra down by the shoulder straps. It took several changes of position, but they worked it down to her waist, over her curvy behind, then down her shapely legs. On the way back up, they bathed her legs with kisses. Stephen tugged her panties from behind, making sure he kept his face pressed against her ass the whole time. Craig did the same from the front, burying his nose in her muff as he bit down on the damp cotton. They dropped the panties around her feet, and Craig immediately stuck his tongue inside her. He lapped her labia from bottom to top.

“Mmmmmm. Somebody is wet and ready.”

“Yes, I am. Now come up here, both of you. I had a premonition last night, and you’re about to make it come true.”

“Wait, hold that thought!” Craig jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Stephen looked up at Lorena, shrugged, and buried his face between her legs.

“Your snatch is delicious”

“Then help yourself!” Lorena said as she grabbed his head and ground his face in hard.

Craig returned with arms full. He had towels, lube, condoms, moist wipes, and a padded picnic blanket, which he spread out on the floor. “Do you have a sensitivity to latex?”

Such a thoughtful thing to ask. No wonder I’m so crazy about you.

“No, I’m fine with latex. Don’t need the lube, though”

“Well, better safe than sorry.”

Lorena gently pulled herself away from the eager mouth. “Stephen, honey, take a break for just a couple minutes. I promise you can go back soon” She grabbed a condom, tore open the package, and dropped to one knee. She fellated Craig to bring him back to fully erect. Then she popped the condom between her teeth and used her lips and tongue to unroll it all the way to the base of Craig’s cock.

“Classy maneuver!” said Stephen.

Lorena pushed Craig onto the couch and instructed him to slide down in the seat until his ass was off the cushion. She turned around and eased herself down onto him. She spread her lags as far apart as possible, then opened Craig’s legs and hooked her feet around his ankles. As she started squirming she grinned at Stephen. “Dive right in!”

Craig massaged her breasts from behind. Stephen explored both sets of writhing genitalia with his lips and tongue. Because of their position, and Craig’s length, only about two inches of his meat penetrated her, and it hit the sweet spot of her urethral sponge. His girth created a broad contact area, so they could move around quite a bit and still rub that sacred spot. Stephen gathered her inner lips into his mouth and sucked. This closed her fleshy folds tighter around Craig and tugged on her clit.

I’m getting a labial blowjob!

The combined sensations brought her to the brink of a powerful climax.

The boys have all the bases covered, and here comes a grand slam!

But Stephen stopped suddenly and pulled his head back, trapping her at the edge of orgasm. Frustrated, she shot him an angry look. He stared intently at her, then jabbed his tongue inside her canal. Her overstretched hole stung briefly, and it felt fantastic. Craig’s cock pressed the tip of Stephen’s tongue against her G-spot. Craig shook and moaned wildly, and Lorena imagined that he was enjoying the tongue action as much as her. Stephen’s nose was pressed hard against her clit, and his upper lip dragged across her pee-hole.

“AAAAAHHH! This…is…incredible. You’re killing me! Is that what you want? You…fu..,fuckers! Damn you both!!”

She dug one hand into Craig’s leg and he hollered, pinching her nipples in retaliation. With her other hand she smacked Stephen’s forehead and tried to pry him loose, His shoulder muscles stood out like bands of steel as he withstood her. He growled, sending low-frequency vibrations throughout every nerve in her crotch.

“Oh, God! Finish me now. I can’t take anymore!”

Craig rubbed her belly and chest with sweat-soaked forearms. “Wait for me, damn it! Let’s do this together!”

Lorena was lost in orgasmic spasms so intense, they terrified her. She wanted it to end, wanted it to last forever. She grabbed Stephen’s head with both hands and pulled his face into her as hard as she could. “Stephen…you…fucking…BITCH!”

Stephen was suffocating between her legs. When he inhaled, her labia were snorted up his nostrils. When he exhaled, hot air burned her clitoris and sent her pussy lips fluttering noisily. She felt the tongue/cock pressing hard against her G-spot as it swelled and tightened. A sudden urge to piss startled her, just as the final throes of orgasmic took hold. Something squirted forcefully from her, and Stephen coughed and moaned as he swallowed it down.

“Come Craig! Come with me NOW!

God, I…fucking…love…you…guys…totally…LOVE…YOU!!!!”

Lorena was dimly aware of Craig’s body twitching, then going limp beneath her. Then white light carried her away…

The physical world gently materialized around her.

How long were you gone? Minutes? Hours? One second?

She was resting back against Craig’s teddy-bear body, his thick arms wrapped around her mid-section. Stephen’s head was on her thigh, and he breathed heavily. She looked at him, and panicked at the sight of his purple face and bloodshot eyes.

“My God! Stephen. Are you okay?”

Oh, yeah! I’m wonderful, you sexy thing!”

“”Listen, I hope I didn’t gross you out. That was the first time it ever happened, and I had no control…”

Stephen lifted his head and looked deeply into her eyes. He gently reached up and stroked her face. “If that was the first, I am deeply honored. This moment will be with me forever. And I wish you many more!” He grinned.

“Did you think I peed?”

“Frankly, my dear, I didn’t give a damn”. Stephen looked embarrassed. “Seriously, I was…I AM…so into you that nothing you give me could ever be disgusting or ugly.”

“Am I missing something?” Craig stirred groggily.

Lorena shifted so her face touched his. She kissed him. “You and your partner here just gave me a very wonderful gift. I ejaculated!”

“Awesome! What a night, huh?”

“I’ll say”

Stephen got up, his knees popping as he stood. Lorena turned to him and gasped. His cock had grown long and hard, standing practically straight up against his flat stomach. It was longer than Craig’s, but thinner. A network of blue veins stood out from the tightly stretched skin. It was topped with a purple mushroom head. His scrotum was drawn so tightly, his testicles seemed to have disappeared.

“Well, now. It appears that YOUR cum is MY Viagra!” Stephen struck a superhero pose.

Lorena’s awe at his beautiful lingam gave way to an even greater admiration. She realized that Stephen had graciously dismissed his own arousal and attended to Craig’s and her pleasure with fervor.

You are one amazing, unselfish lover. Do you have any idea how incredible you are?

She moved off Craig’s lap and sat back down. She pulled Stephen close to her. Her breasts hugged his cock warmly. She kissed his stomach. Her hands rubbed his legs, his buttocks, and his back. He ran his fingers through her hair, rubbed her shoulders. Lorena leaned back slightly and lowered her face to his cock, rubbing it softly against her cheeks, her ears, her neck, her chin. She kissed it all over. She licked his tight scrotum, finding the testicles easily with her tongue. She attached her mouth to him with a slight suction, and massaged the whole length and every side of him with her wet tongue. She conjured a mouthful of saliva and spread it on the head. Then she arched her back and rubbed it on her still-sensitive nipples.

“Lorena, you are beautiful.”

Craig excused himself and walked to the bathroom. The semen-filled condom dangled precariously from his softening glans. He was back a minute later, clean and eager to join the scene unfolding before him. He sat next to Lorena, who tweaked Stephen’s rubbery nipples as she continued her oral lovemaking.

“Lorena, how do you feel about sharing him with me?”

Are you asking about his cock and this moment, or something else?

She put an arm around Craig’s neck, and turned her head a little. Their eyes locked, and she let go of Stephen’s cock with a loud pop. She pulled Craig close, kissed him, then used her tongue to push Stephen’s cock into Craig’s mouth. They shared it back and forth, kissing deeply as the cock rolled across their tongues. Their eyes were glued to each other, their mouths were glued to him. They looked up at Stephen, and let him watch as they licked all over.

Lorena giggled. “Cocks are so much fun. Sometimes I wish I had one. For one day, at least.”

Stephen took a quick step back. “Really? This is too perfect! Hang on” He raced up the spiral stairs, his cock slapping his belly.

“What’s he up to?”

“Who knows?” Craig noticed Lorena wiping some saliva from her nipple. He grabbed a moist wipe from a package. “May I have the honor?”

Lorena nodded, and he towel-bathed her entire body, using several wipes in the process. Lorena recognized the fragrance of mango-vanilla. Then he patted her dry with a rolled bath towel.

I hope I don’t get a bill for this evening! Maybe they can just take it out of my final paycheck.

“By the way, Lorena. Stephen knew about our kiss. We don’t have any secrets from each other.”

“What a smartass! I guess he got what he wanted.” I’m glad somebody made the first move.

Stephen came bouncing back down, carrying something very interesting.

“You wanted your own cock? Well, I believe you’ll like this.”

He held out a dildo, still in its clear package, Lorena had seen it in a brochure. It’s a Feeldoe, right? It was purple with a shape and length similar to Stephen’s cock. Jutting from the base at a right angle was a wider but shorter bulb on a thin tapered stalk. “Let me go open this and rinse it off.”

Stephen ran to the bathroom, and Lorena looked at Craig. “What have I gotten myself into?”

Stephen came back. “Do you have an idea how this is used?”

Lorena nodded.

“Would you like to try it on?”

Lorena nodded again, grinning.

Stephen kneeled before her, and gently kissed her pussy. He used his tongue to open her up and excite her clitoris. Craig picked up the lube and tapped Stephen on the shoulder. Stephen rubbed lube on the bulb and the shaft, while Craig took over licking Lorena. Stephen used the phallic part of the dildo to apply the lube to Lorena, gently working the head in and out. Lorena softly moaned approvingly.

Stephen looked up at her. “Are you ready?”

“Yes”

She stood up and placed one foot on the couch. Stephen turned the dildo in his hands to align the bulb for penetration. He pushed it in slowly, and Lorena wondered if it would stretch her uncomfortably. The widest area of the bulb went past the twitching muscles, and the taper caused the rest of the bulb to slide deep inside her. The ribbed vertex between the bulb and phallus nestled against her labia. Stephen let go, and the dildo remained firmly in its place.

“There you go. Now you are one of the boys!”

Lorena laughed, and her purple cock bobbed up and down with her jiggling belly. She laughed harder and the guys joined in. She grabbed the phallus near the base and shook it left and right. She brought her foot down and stood straight with her legs together.

“That’s one handsome cock you have. I’m feeling a little humbled.” Craig said, smiling.

“Wanna play sword fight?” asked Stephen, wiggling his dick and moving toward her. Flesh and plastic slapped together in playful penile swashbuckling.

“You’ll never win, infidel! For my sword is always at the ready.”

“Touche, ma cherie! Touche! I yield and wilt.” Stephen took a step back and bowed.

“So, how does it feel?” Craig asked.

“Good. Comfortable.” That’s the understatement of the year! Although Lorena felt silly with an artificial penis out poking out between her legs, her vagina was becoming quite attached to it.

The ridges stimulated her lips and clitoris. The bulb filled and warmed her insides. Whenever she relaxed her pelvis muscles a little, the bulb slid down against her G-spot, and the shiver of pleasure caused her muscles to flex, puling the dildo back in to the hilt. Each time she wiggled and tugged her prick, the good feelings were moved all around.

And Lorena’s mind, the epicenter of her sexuality, was reeling with fantasies of S&M scenes in which she dominated and trained these two sexy boy-bitches. Signals from her excited nerves begged the question, “How close does this come to REALLY feeling like a well-hung man?” Swirling around it all was a sense of buoyancy, of being free of gravity and social taboos, being free to play and experiment and imagine with two loving and trustworthy assistants.

“Sit down and relax,” invited Craig.

Lorena stroked her cock casually as she sat back in the couch. “Good thing I wasn’t born with this. I’d never get anything done.”

Craig reassured her, “If I had tits like yours, I’d wouldn’t get much done either.”

“If you keep putting on weight, you’ll have a set of jugs before you know it,” Stephen quipped.

Craig reached across Lorena, and slapped Stephen in the stomach.

“Ouch! That’s twice, Craig, twice! Do NOT push your luck.”

Lorena abruptly got up and straddled Stephen’s face. “What you said was not nice!” She slapped his face with her purple hard-on. “Say you’re sorry!” Smack!

Fire danced in Stephen’s eyes as he got into the play. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I’ll be good”

She bopped him in the face again. “No, slave! Apologize to Craig!” Slap!

“I’m sorry, Craig”

Slap.

“That didn’t sound very sincere” Slap. “Say it like you mean it!”

“I’m sorry, Craig. Really sorry.”

“That’s better. Now suck my dick.” She turned to Craig. “And you! Give me a “prostate massage”, and you’d better be gentle!”

“Wow, Craig! She even knows about prostate massage!”

“Stop talking and keep sucking!” With her feet on the couch and her knees resting against the headrest, Lorena’s shins pinned down Stephen’s arms. Stephen used only his mouth on her cock, and she was careful not to thrust too forcefully. This kinky stuff is so much fun. Can’t see doing it this way all the time, but what a thrill!

Craig was massaging around the ring of her asshole with a well-lubed finger. She also felt him kissing her cheeks. Lorena had done some anal self-stimulation and enjoyed it. But the couple times she had tried anal play with a man, it was too rough or too hurried to feel good. Craig really knew what he was doing. The circular rubs around her puckered opening were relaxing the muscles while stimulating all the nerves on the outside. His circular motion became a spiral inward, just pressing at the opening with his middle finger. Spiral out, then back in. This time he pressed a little more and his finger slipped in to the first knuckle. Reflexively, her sphincter clamped tight, and Craig withdrew, spiraling outward again. He repeated the move several times, until the muscles yielded, inviting his finger in.

“Oh, that feels very good. Didn’t hurt a bit.”

“Thank you Mistress” Craig replied, getting into character. Craig slid his finger in further, pressing against the paper-thin membrane of skin between her rectum and vagina. This put pressure on the toy’s bulb, which pressed tightly against her G-spot.

“Right there, slave. Rub your finger right there.” Lorena was enjoying sensations she had never experienced. So maybe the prostate for guys is just like a girl’s G-spot. Interesting.

Craig continued his probing massage, and Stephen kept up the mouth work. Lorena rocked her hips back and forth, looking down to watch Stephen. Looking further down, she noticed that Craig was stroking Stephen’s cock.

“Bad Slaves!’ She said, slapping both hand and cock. “You must only think of MY pleasure. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good!” Lorena began to feel pent-up emotions expressing themselves in the role-play. She was angry at them for making her feel so good, now, that everything had fallen apart. She wanted to frustrate them, deny them the pleasure that she had been denied for so many months. She wanted to have her way with them until a year’s fucking was out of her system.

“That’s right my little bitches, make your mistress come!”

She lightly slapped Stephen’s face, then squeezed his cheeks until she could feel the purple cock sliding back and forth in his mouth. She stuck a thumb in next to the dildo, stretching his mouth wide. Then she turned to Craig. “You may give a good asshole massage, but you have it way too easy back there. Use your other hand to rub my nipples. Be gentle and use lube.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Craig complied.

Lorena felt a warming rush of an approaching orgasm. The muscles of her pelvic floor tightened in spasms, pressing the dildo hard against her G-spot and making Craig’s finger feel huge inside her ass. She started thrusting the cock faster into Stephen’s mouth, feeling the friction on her clitoris.

“Oh, yes, your Mistress is coming!” She felt the need to pee again, and wondered if she would have another squirting orgasm. But the feeling faded , the pleasure shifting to her clit and ass. She came, not with a mind-altering orgasm, but a pleasant, low-intensity climax that allowed her to stay aware of her surroundings and companions.

“That was very nice,” she turned to Craig. “Now get your nasty finger out of my ass!” Craig withdrew so quickly that it made a slurping noise.

Lorena backed off the couch and looked at Stephen. “You haven’t gotten off tonight, have you, slut?”

“No, Mistress”

“And if I fuck you in the ass, will that get you off?”

“Yes, Mistress, if I can jack off at the same time.”

“Then get yourself in a comfortable position. And you…” she looked at Craig, who was wiping his hands with a towelette, “I want you to use those skills of yours to get his asshole ready. I want to make him ache with pain and pleasure, but I don’t want to injure him.”

Stephen slid down on the cushions and lifted his legs in the air, holding them up and apart by hooking his arms behind his knees. Craig applied lubricant to Stephen’s rectum and worked it in. He dripped lube onto his finger as he moved it in and out. He licked Stephen’s cock and Lorena slapped his head playfully.

“Did I say you could touch his pathetic little cock?”

“No, Mistress”

She pulled his hair. “Then keep…your…filthy…mouth…to…your…self!” she said, punctuating each syllable with a slight slap on his lips.

“Yes, mistress.”

“Well, Stephanie, it doesn’t take much to open your browneye, does it?”

“No, Mistress.”

“I’ll bet you’ve been fucked so many times you won’t even feel me inside you.”

“No, Mistress.”

“No, you won’t feel it, or no, I’m wrong!”

“No, you’re…” Stephen caught himself. “Mistress, your cock is huge. I’ll feel it.”

“Very good, slave. Smart answer.”

She grabbed Craig’s shoulder, toppling him backward. “You’re done. Now sit quietly and watch. But don’t touch anything, including yourself.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Lorena kneeled in front of Stephen. Seeing him in this vulnerable position suddenly filled her with feelings of tenderness. She struggled to stay in character. “Ready to get rammed?”

Stephen’s eyes widened as he nodded apprehensively. Lorena used a hand on his thigh to steady herself, and the other hand to aim the dildo at his slippery, shiny hole. She tensed up, acting like she was going to plunge right in. But instead she gently, slowly stuck it in and inch. She withdrew, then in two inches. Then three. In and out, slowly, until she felt his scrotum touch her belly.

“Oh, Mistress, thank you for being so gentle. I’m yours forever.”

Lorena looked into Stephen’s wet eyes. The playful sparkle was gone, replaced by smoldering passion. Lorena felt her eyes mist up, too. Being in charge, in control, and on top, made her feel powerful. But Stephen’s willingness to receive her made her feel like she wanted her soul inside him as well as her cock. She focused all her attention on him, directing her love through her body and into his. Needing to feel him close, she grabbed his legs and held them up so that his ankles rested next to her ears. She pressed forward and hugged his thighs as she slowly thrust in and out. Yes, the dildo is working its magic on my pussy. Yes, it’s a turn-on to mess with gender roles and power play. But something else is going on here. Something…spiritual.

“Craig, please come here,” Lorena demanded softly.

Craig sat on the couch. “Yes, Mis…what is it, Lorena?” He noticed the look in her eyes, and knew that the dominatrix had left the room.

“I want you to be here with us. Please do whatever you want, but be a part of us.” Craig smiled at her warmly, kissed her. Then he kissed Stephen’s ankle, and began a kissing expedition on both bodies.

As she continued her gentle, loving penetration, Stephen reached down and started playing with himself. Lorena watched as he wrapped one hand at the base of his cock and pulled down. With the middle finger of his other hand, he rubbed where the swollen crown curved up just below his pee-hole. Craig dripped some lube on that spot, and gave Stephen a kiss on the mouth. Lorena felt a strong sense of transference, as if Stephen’s finger was rubbing her clit, not his cock. And the prostate that my dildo is rubbing against is my G-spot, no…Stephen’s G-spot, no…OUR G-spot. In this state, she felt Stephen’s pleasure as hers, and she knew her pleasure was being felt by him. An orgasm was building within her, and it seemed to be coming from her heart. “Stephen, sweetheart, I can come any second now, but I want you to come with me”

“I will, baby, I will” He had hooked his thumb under his cock, and was stroking that sweet spot with the tips of three fingers. The fingers were blurred by his rapid, urgent movement.

Lorena’s breasts were rubbing behind his knees, and sweat ran down her belly. She kissed and licked his legs as she moaned.

“I’m coming inside you, all…the…way…IN!” She timed a deep thrust with the first flash of orgasm. At exactly that second, Stephen yelled and every muscle of his body stiffened. She felt his orgasm, but was surprised that nothing came out of his cock. Their bodies relaxed, then convulsed with another wave. This time, gooey jism seeped out of his prick and spilled on to his stomach. He convulsed again, as did she. He rubbed his cum onto the head of his cock and stroked slowly, twitching and moaning as he did. Lorena’s climax subsided, leaving her lightheaded. She took Stephen’s legs off her shoulders and let them drop. Leaning forward, she gave him a deep, lingering kiss. Then she straightened up and started to withdraw the dildo.

“Wait…wait…wait” Stephen begged. “I’m still too sensitive.”

Oh, my God. I‘ve never seen a guy react like that! Lorena giggled, and the motion caused Stephen to twitch.

“Ah…ah…ahh. Hold still, damn it.” He scissor-locked her around the waist. “just hold still for one second.”

They sat motionless for a moment, Lorena biting her lip, then Stephen said, “Okay.”

Craig grabbed two wipes and wrapped them around the dildo as Lorena withdrew, cleaning the shaft on its way out. He then folded the wipes in on themselves and cleaned Stephen‘s ass and genitals. Lorena excused herself and went to wash up.

The bathroom had a toilet, a sink, and a shower enclosure with a clear curtain. She stepped inside and tried to tug the dildo out of her. Her vaginal muscles didn’t want to let go. She squatted down and concentrated on completely relaxing her PC muscles. The dildo came out, accompanied by a loud wet fart from her relaxed asshole. She heard snickering outside the bathroom.

“I’m just so happy, my ass is singing!” She heard loud guffaws and hands slapping the furniture. Lorena laughed, too. After all, everybody farts sometime. She turned on the shower and rinsed up as best as she could without getting her hair wet. As she toweled off, a momentary panic seized her.

Well, Lorena, you really got your ya-yas out tonight, didn’t you? You practically threw yourself at them. And that gutter mouth you used on them. Where did that come from? Sure, they had fun, but what will they be thinking tomorrow? “Thank God that whack-job left. She’s just a little too freaky to keep around here.”

Lorena stared at her reflection. No. They wouldn’t do that. They’ve known you for a year, and they think the world of you. If you got a little wild, okay really wild! It was at their invitation. Maybe you’d relax a little if you told them the truth. And telling them you love them while you are coming doesn’t count. Just go out there and say, “Craig, Stephen, I have a confession. I love you. I love you! I was looking for love when I moved out here. But when I fell for Stephen, I was in turmoil about you being my bosses. After he turned me down, I was relieved. I told myself that mixing business with my personal life was wrong. I did everything I could to move on. I was hurting, and it seems like that was when Craig started warming up to me. I developed a crush on you, and I was happy. If I was with Craig, then I knew I’d have Stephen as a best friend. When Craig turned me down, I freaked. I had these strong feelings for you both. Every day at work became unbearable. I tried to look for things I hated about you, and just found more things to love. Besides, come on! How many successful threesome relationships have you ever seen? I decided I needed to leave, quickly. It would be best for everybody. I gave my notice, and died inside. The thought of not seeing you again, not working with you anymore, was terrible. The fact is, I don’t want to go. I’ve never wanted anything more than to be with you, keep my job and stay out here.

“It’s awful quiet in there”

“Everything okay?”

Lorena stepped out of the bathroom resolved to tell the men everything. She was greeted by the faint warm glow of candlelight. Craig and Stephen were reclined on the floor, surrounded by tea lights in cracked glass votives. There were pillows strewn about the blanket. A large platter in the middle was arranged with bite-size pieces of fruit and what looked like yogurt or chiffon for dipping.

“Welcome back beautiful.”

“You’re just in time for dessert.”

Lorena stared out past the wing, grateful for having gotten a window seat. Clouds painted orange, pink, and lavender by the sunset drifted by as thoughts drifted through her mind, colored by joy, sadness, and vexation.

Dessert had been dreamy. They laughed, talked, fed each other, caressed each other. There were a couple lazy sessions of lovemaking in which no one sought orgasm. They just reached a mellow level of arousal, and kept each other there as long as possible. At some point, they had stopped talking and just snuggled like ferrets in a pet shop. They had napped until the sun streamed in through the windows.

The boys had made her breakfast. They had given her a new toothbrush, and she had washed up.

She never did tell them why she was leaving. Coward! There hadn’t been an ideal moment to do so. Excuses! She had desperately hoped that one of them would ask her, one more time, not to leave. But the men seemed very focused on getting her up and out of the house, and neither said a word about her staying. Sure, lay the responsibility on them.

They were gentlemen, though. When they took her to her apartment, they stayed to help the movers while she showered and changed. They held her while she cried her farewell to the place, and walked her to a nearby café for salads and smoothies. They took her to the airport, carried her luggage, walked her to the security checkpoint. They wished her a safe trip and, to her surprise, gave her one long three-way kiss that drew a variety of looks and remarks from the other waiting passengers.

Then they had turned abruptly and left. Craig had started to look back, but Stephen had thrown his arm around him, and they had disappeared down the escalator.

“Miss…MISS…Excuse me!” the flight attendant was glaring at her impatiently. “Something to drink?”

Lorena blushed, apologizing to the stewardess. “Yes, please. Canadian Mist on the rocks.”

“No Canadian Mist. Canadian Club okay?”

“Sure.” Lorena reached under the seat for her purse, and fished out a five. She smiled apologetically at the elderly couple sitting next to her. She handed the money over and took her drink. She started to put the purse away, but noticed the big envelope poking out of it. She opened her service tray and set her drink down.

Craig had handed her the envelope at security. “Please don’t read it now. At least wait until you’re in the air.” She opened the oversized envelope and two business sized envelopes fell out into her lap. She examined the front of the card. There was no caption, but the picture said everything. It was a cleverly retouched photo Stephen’s creative genius of a tree. It’s trunk looked like it had been split by a lightning strike. The hole in the trunk combined with lines of stripped bark made the subtle outline of a women. Each side of the trunk had a faint masculine profile. The tree appeared to be in anguish.

Lorena stifled a sob, took a sip of her drink, and opened the card. Both inside pages were filled with Craig’s meticulous handwriting:

Dear Lorena,

Thank you for a wonderful year, and an unbelievable evening!

The enclosed white envelope is a letter of recommendation. Make as many copies as you need. Stephen said it right. You are the best damn employee we ever had.

The green envelope contains a check. Think of it as your last month’s salary, relocation allowance, performance bonus, and profit-sharing rolled into one. It should help you get settled back East. We’d like to boldly suggest you invest it in a business opportunity, if you find one that suits you.

Lorena paused to open the check. She was startled at the generous amount of the check. Doubt crept in. Are they just paying the whore for services rendered? Or is this their way of telling me to keep my mouth shut about last night? But it was a cashier’s check, and they hadn’t gone to the bank today. Besides, it was dated a week ago. Clearly, this was all about her work. She put the check in her purse and continued to read:

It has been a great experience, all of it. Our only regret is that we could never have you back as an employee. After last night, it’s clear that we all need to move forward…

Lorena dropped the card on the tray, took another gulp, and looked out the window. Well, Lorena, what did you expect? This whole mess was very complicated for them, too. They have their relationship to protect, and a business that they’ve busted their asses to build. You think they’d throw that away on a woman who fucks, then leaves. Let’s be adults. You had a great time. No one ever said goodbye with such a grand gesture. Try not to be bitter. They’ll never forget you. You owe it to them to remember them kindly. She mustered her courage and continued reading:

…For Stephen and me, the best move forward is to invite you to become an equal partner, in our business and in our lives.

Lorena, you have already proven that you can run TreeHuggerz. You straightened out the accounting so well that it’s practically on autopilot. Except for a few “inner circle” details, you could step right into partnership seamlessly. Just imagine, you could flirt with us at work, and the employee wouldn’t be able to do or say anything about it! Our only concern is your ability to take big chances and hold up under stress…

They got you there, Lorena!

…but if you aren’t as reckless as Stephen, or as chicken-shit as me, you’ll probably be fine. There’s really only one way to find out.

When the workday is done, having you as our life partner would make us the happiest guys in the world! We aren’t proposing marriage (is that legal anywhere?), We’re just saying that, if you’ll have us, we’ll commit ourselves to loving you, facing the challenges, and making the whole crazy thing work. We aren’t naïve, or jealous, and we understand that you may naturally feel closer to one of us. And those feelings can switch at times. It could be stressful, but it also could be the magic that keep the relationship fresh and lively.

Wish we could see the look on your face right now! We have given you a lot to think about, and we are sure you will agonize over it. Take plenty of time to think things over, and take care of whatever you have to do in New England. Above all, please be kind to yourself, Lorena. It’s only life.

We suspect that your departure has something to do with difficulties balancing personal desires with professionalism. Well, we’ve knocked that barrier down, haven’t we? You are a whole person and you must honor both your personal and professional life.

Whatever your decision is, and wherever you life takes you, just remember:

You are one-of-a-kind

You are smarter and braver than you give yourself credit for

You are beautiful

You are DEARLY LOVED by both of us.

The last words blurred as tears spilled freely. Lorena wiped her eyes and cheeks with the cocktail napkin stuck to her plastic cup.

“Are you okay, dear?” the old lady next to her asked, concerned.

“Oh, yes” Lorena smiled reassuringly. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been better”

Lorena tipped her drink in the old woman’s direction before chugging it down.

A toast…to fondest memories…and new beginnings!

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