A Cute Triangle
Joel left college with a degree in drinking and fucking, and a secondary in hospitality. He eventually found a job as a concierge at a downtown hotel. This led him to an upscale duplex about 15 minutes from the hotel. It was a nice place in close proximity to downtown.
Joel made several trips from a storage facility to his new residence as he moved in. On the third trip, as he was taking items into his house, Joel noticed a very fit, shirtless man next door mowing the lawn. The man waved, and Joel nodded as he continued moving items. As Joel walked back outside for another load, the man had taken a break from cutting the grass and was drinking some water.
“Hey new neighbor,” the man said with enthusiasm. “My name is Andy.”
Joel walked over to introduce himself. They talked for about an hour about both working downtown, the gym Andy went to, the local baseball team, vinyl records, jazz, whiskey, and cigars.
“Well, I have more boxes in the car, and you need to finish your yard. It was nice meeting you. We should get together sometimes.”
“For sure. Hey. Why don’t you come over tonight? You can meet my wife, Erica, and we can continue this. I haven’t had anyone to talk to that I actually get along with since college. I have a stocked bar and cigars if that will help influence your decision.”
“Ha, you drive a hard bargain there Andy. I think I will. I haven’t had good whiskey in a while. What time are you thinking?”
“Just come over whenever you want. Mi casa es su casa now. Shit, I should have said ahora.”
They both get a good laugh at that statement.
“It’s fine man. I only know a little Spanish myself. But yeah, that sounds good. Looking forward to it. I’ll see you then.”
After a few more trips, Joel finally got all of his boxes inside. He set up his record player for music as he unpacked. The first record he came to was John Coltrane’s ‘Lush Life’. The horns spoke to him and brought on a peace. He danced and moved his way around the room placing things here and there. As he removed items from each box, he remembered the story associated with them. This brought Joel a mental, as well as a physical smile. He pulled out pictures of his dead parents, and of lost loves and letters from them. Snow globes from his grandmother were in there too. He shook them and just stared as the horns blew.
There was a knock at the door. Joel placed a snow globe of Jesus on the table and walked towards the door. He looked out the window to see Andy patiently waiting. He opened the door. Immediately, Andy said,
“I thought you were coming over.”
“I was. I guess I got caught up in unpacking. What time is it?”
“It’s nine o’clock man. Are you going to unpack all night or are you going to live a little?”
“You’re right.” I can do this shit any time. Let’s go.”
Andy and Joel walked only 20 steps before reaching the other half of the duplex.
Upon entering, Joel heard jazz playing and that eased his nervous mind a bit. It sounded like the experimental ‘Ascension’ album, but he couldn’t be certain. He wasn’t a jazz expert but appreciated it nonetheless. Andy held up the sleeve and asked if Coltrane was ok. Joel nodded and said,
“It couldn’t be better my man.”
Joel thought of this as a sign of some sort. Andy excused himself to the kitchen and returned with two Canadian glencairn glasses, distilled water, and a bottle of George T. Stagg bourbon. Joel gazed upon the bottle with mammoth eyes, a dripping wet mouth, and with an almost reverent tone said,
“Holy shit Andy. When you said good whiskey, I had no idea you were talking about that.”
“Hell, I figured it’s our first time drinking together so why not? I have ass loads more in the bar, but this is one of the best I have at the moment. Get on my real good side and I might just open that 20 year Pappy I’ve got. It was a gift from the firm. Haven’t had a good reason to justify opening that bastard yet.”
“I remember you telling me about your work, but that’s one hell of a gift.”
Andy peeled and uncorked the bottle, poured up two proper drams, and said,
“I make those cocksuckers millions of dollars, Joel. That’s the least they can do. I think I deserve a good blow job too.”
Andy laughed and Joel chuckled a bit as well.
“Well shit, drink up. Erica should be down shortly. She’s taking a shower. She can’t appreciate good bourbon. We have wine for her. Here’s to new friends.”
Joel smiled, nodded, clinked glasses with Andy, and put the brown nectar to his lips. They talked more of Andy’s job while listening to Coltrane’s free jazz offering and sipping exquisite bourbon.
“I don’t know how you listen to that shit,” said a female voice from behind Joel.
Joel turned to see Erica, an extremely sexy blonde, hair still wet, with hips made for birthing. She was wearing tiny, tight, black shorts that accentuated said hips, with a sleeveless workout shirt that exposed her midriff and highlighted her modest breasts.
“It’s Coltrane babe. You like some of his stuff. This is Joel. He’s our new neighbor. He’s going to be working downtown near me at The Victor.
“Nice to meet you Joel. Excuse my appearance. Someone didn’t tell me we were having company.”
“I told you I invited our new neighbor over. You just weren’t listening.”
“Regardless. Nice to meet you Joel. Andy, do we have wine? I don’t know how you two drink that shit either.”
“Yes babe, there’s Duckhorn in the decanter for you.”
Erica walked past Joel toward the kitchen to get the wine. Joel then noticed the spectacular ass swaying past him with the slightest hint of cheek peeking out. It was just enough to set Joel’s mind ablaze with raunchy thoughts. Seemingly right on cue, Andy spoke up and said,
“Shit, Joel. Let’s go out back for a cigar. Padron good for you?”
“That’s more than good. Damn Andy, you’re giving me the royal treatment tonight.”
“Hey, we’re friends now. That’s what friends are for. Am I right?
Andy got up and motioned for Joel to follow him.
“Bring your drink. Come in the kitchen and talk to Erica. I’ll go upstairs and get a few sticks. I’ll be right back. Be nice to him Erica.”
Joel chuckled and Erica gave a smirky smile as Andy exited the room. She reached up into the cabinet to get a wine glass, poured a glass from the decanter, and swished it around in her glass while looking at Joel. She said nothing as she made circles with her glass. As the wine flowed slowly down the side of the glass, so did Erica’s eyes wander down Joel’s body. Joel sensed this and became slightly uneasy.
“How did you and Andy meet?”
Erica snorted a laugh, as if to say, I know you are uncomfortable now. She took a long pull from the wine glass, looked at it in her hand, set the glass on the table, and said,
“Joel, you are an attractive guy. Don’t be nervous. There’s no need for that shit. We’re not kids, so none of us have time to waste.”
“I’m not nervous. Of course I find you very sexy, but Andy’s right here.”
“I like that Joel. You can keep a secret.”
“That’s not what I mea…”
Andy returned singing some bullshit tune that was popular on the radio. Erica lifted her glass, took a gargantuan gulp, and with slight attitude, said,
“I’m taking my wine to the hot tub. You boys have fun together.”
With the cigars in hand, Andy made his way toward the back patio. Joel followed close behind, still slightly unsettled from his previous encounter. It was a slightly cool night, but far from cold. Andy pulled out two seats from under a grandiose wooden table and they each took a seat. They fired up the cigars, sipped top-shelf whiskey, and talked more of Andy’s work and working out. There was an immediate connection that Joel felt with Andy, and he was more than thankful for the warm welcome he had received. As Andy drained the last of his drink, he set his glass down and said,
“Be right back Joel. Have to grab the bottle.”
As he got up, Erica appeared in the tiniest swimsuit Joel had ever seen. It was basically strings that only covered her nipples and clit. As Andy walked past her he could be heard murmuring something to the effect of,
“Jesus, Erica. It’s his first night over.”
With a towel draped across her shoulder, she twirled around in front of Joel like she was on a photo shoot and said,
“You like my new swimsuit Joel?”
“It’s something alright,” said Joel, as he took down the rest of his drink.
Joel watched as Erica made her way toward the hot tub and slowly got in. Andy returned with the bottle, poured each another, and said,
“Sorry about that. I don’t want her to make you uncomfortable. She can be a real handful sometimes.”
“I’m fine with it. I mean, she’s attractive and all, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable either.”
“Shit man, I’m used to it. Drink up Joel.”
Joel drank up. They continued shooting the shit like long lost buds finally reconnected after years apart. Between sips of great whiskey and good conversation, Joel caught Erica’s eyes peering at him like a sex-crazed nymph. Her head peeking up from the top of the hot tub like a predator laying in wait. Joel attempted to not let Andy see him looking her way, but at times it was utterly impossible. While talking with Andy about the latest equipment at his gym, or his unruly partners at the firm, Erica would make sounds from the hot tub, splashing about and laughing to herself. The wine was really getting in her now, and Joel just couldn’t shake the thought of getting in her as well. Then, as if on cue, Andy said to Joel,
“Sounds like she’s having a blast. Want to get in?”
Joel wanted to get in, but he had just met these people. He really had a connection with Andy and didn’t want to disrespect him by any means. However, something in Andy’s eyes told Joel that it was okay, so Joel acknowledged that he wanted to get in. The liquor was flowing and they both seemed very open, so Joel didn’t see any harm in taking it just a little further.
“I could run next door and get a suit.”
“You wearing underwear?”
Joel acknowledged that he was.
“Just wear them then. I’ll do the same.”
Joel and Andy put their cigars that were now nubs on the ashtray, took their drinks to the hot tub, and disrobed. They both got in as Erica watched and said with an inebriated tone,
“Two men are always better than one.”
“Calm down, will you, Erica?” said Andy.
Erica calmed for a bit and just sat back and enjoyed her wine. As a matter of fact, all three of them just sat back, looked up at the stars, enjoyed their buzz, and didn’t say much at all. Soon, Joel felt Erica’s foot touching his and moving up his leg. Joel looked toward her and smiled. Andy seemed to know what was going on by Joel’s expression. Erica’s foot almost reached Joel’s crotch, when he got up in a quick burst and said,
“I’ve had a real good time, but I think I need to go. I’ve got so much to unpack and I have my orientation at the hotel tomorrow. After I get settled in, I’ll have you two over for dinner or something.”
Joel got out of the hot tub and started drying off. Andy got out as well, grabbed a towel and said,
“That sounds good man. We would love that. Wouldn’t we Erica?”
A condescending voice from the hot tub was heard,
“Sure would. Can’t wait. That’ll be a blast.”
Andy shot a look of disgust to Erica, turned to Joel and said,
“Don’t mind her. She’s had a few too many…..BOTTLES! I’ll walk you out.”
Joel spent most of the next day filling out mounds of paperwork, talking to HR via conference calls, and watching company videos. Joel thought this job would be a piece of cake, and he really liked his new boss Simone. She would walk in on occasion, check on Joel, and get another video ready for him to watch on the computer. When she would bend over to load another video onto the screen, Joel could not help but stare. The bare, caramel legs rose from the earth and disappeared into a garden of absolute heaven. Simone sensed his ogling and just turned her head and smiled at him. Joel smiled back sheepishly and a little embarrassed. Simone said,
“Oh, you’re blushing.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes you are Joel. I know you were checking me out, hun.”
“I’m sorry. I was looking at your legs. I can’t lie.”
“That’s quite alright. I’m proud of these legs. You know how many squats and deadlifts I have to do at the gym for these legs and this ass?”
“A shitload I bet.”
“Yes, Joel. A fucking shitload.”
They both laughed, and the tension was eased. Joel finished his orientation without making a complete ass out of himself, or catching a rape charge. It was a good first day. He said his goodbyes to Simone and the few workers that remained. Joel had to return to his mountain of boxes and get a little bit of unpacking done.
Upon arriving at his place, Joel put on an album by Thelonious Monk with John Coltrane. These were two of his favorite artists, so it only made sense that this was one of his favorite albums. Joel felt a little ahead of his time, yet stuck in the past as well. People his age just didn’t listen to jazz. They were stuck on the latest pop-drivel, sub-normal, feces played on the top 40 stations day after day. He enjoyed some old blues and early conscious hip hop, but jazz was the sound that put him where he needed to be. It soothed him. It challenged him. It gave him a purpose and a reason to enjoy existing. He found that he could get lost in the sound. He had already unpacked seven boxes when there was a hectic rapping at the door. He opened the door to see Erica standing there.
“I’m so sorry to bother you. I see that you are busy, but I just wanted to apologize for the way I acted last night.”
“Hell, it’s ok. I had a blast. I did.”
“The wine got to me and I acted totally inappropriate. Please forgive me.”
“No harm no fail. You’re good. Believe me. You’re good.”
“Good. That takes a load off. Andy was bitching at me the whole night saying that I blew it with the new neighbor, and that I can’t handle my liquor.”
Joel took a second to take the conversation in and said,
“I think we all had a good bit. No worries. I just needed to get back home.”
“Well that makes me feel better. I don’t want to seem like a complete whore.”
Erica smiled seductively at Joel and said,
“Just a very selective female that can be a whore with the right person.”
Erica started laughing awkwardly. Joel followed suit and said,
“Should I open up a bottle of wine then?”
“That sounds good, but I have to get back home and get ready. Andy and I are meeting an executive from his firm tonight for dinner at Landgua.”
“Isn’t that the fancy place with the big breasted angel over the door?”
“Yep, that’s it. I have to get all dolled up for the old fart. I’m the trophy wife.”
“I believe you’re more than that.”
“I am, but in this instance, that’s the role that I have to play. Andy is up for another goddamn promotion. He lives at that fucking place, and sometimes I think that it’s more important than me.”
“I’m sure he adores you. He just wants to provide for you.”
“Maybe. Well, I’ll take a raincheck on that wine, babe. I’d better go.”
Erica leaned in, put her hand on Joel’s chest, gently kissed him on the cheek, turned, and walked next door. As she walked Joel couldn’t help but look at her meaty behind swaying with every stride. He knew that she knew, and that was just fine with him. Joel shut the door, opened a bottle of wine anyway, and relaxed on the couch.
Joel was awakened by a door slamming and the sounds of squabbling. It was Erica and Andy, back from dinner. He couldn’t make out everything that was being said, but he could hear some of the more uproarious moments loud and clear.
“You’re a goddamn whore Erica! Getting drunk like that at my fucking promotion meeting. With Howard? How fucking dare you! And rubbing on the goddamn waiter like that!”
Joel was now intrigued. He moved closer to the wall in the area where they were so he could hear a little better. This was better than soap operas, he thought.
“Oh, fuck Howard! He was eating it up. He enjoyed the show Andy. He couldn’t stop looking at my tits and legs all night. If you’d not been there, he would’ve tried to fuck me, and you know it. You’ll get your beloved fucking promotion! I know that’s all you care about anyway.”
“Be quiet Erica. We have a neighbor now.”
“You be fucking quiet. You’re yelling too. Maybe Joel needs to hear this shit. Maybe he needs to realize that we’re not the happy fucking neighbors he thinks.”
“Fuck this shit Erica. I’m going to bed.”
Then there was silence. The show was over. Joel decided he needed to go to bed too. He took a shower, brushed his teeth and layed down. He had a big day tomorrow. It was his first official day as concierge trainee at work, plus he was going to get to see beautiful Simone and her magnificent legs again.
Just as Joel was about asleep, there was a light knock at the door. He got up, put some shorts on, and went to the door. When he opened the door Andy was standing there slightly swaying with a big grin on his face.
“Hey man, I don’t know how much you heard over there, but I’m sorry.”
“I’ve been asleep. I haven’t heard anything.”
“Okay. Shit. Well that’s good.” Andy paused, then continued,
“Ummm, do you want to work out tomorrow after we get off? I can have two guests on my account if you are interested.”
“Sure, that’ll be great. You leave the firm at five, right?”
“Yeah. I can meet you in front of Total Package on 5th, at about say… 5:15?
“For sure. That sounds good. Look forward to it.”
“Again, man. I’m sorry if you heard anything.”
“You’re good my man. I’ll see you tomorrow evening.”
Just as Joel was drifting to sleep, something awakened him again. It was Erica and Andy fucking. It sounded to Joel as if they were in the same room. The duplex they lived in was extremely posh, but the walls seemed abnormally thin with all of the night’s festivities. Joel tried to ignore the sounds of carnal lust and go to sleep, but it was getting harder to do so. Erica’s moaning and the thumping of the bedposts against the wall put Joel into a sexual frenzy. As Andy worked over Erica, Joel worked himself. He couldn’t shake the thought of being with both of them. Things eventually calmed on both sides of the walls and sleep was achieved by all.
Joel woke up late for his first official day at the hotel. He arrived approximately forty minutes later than he was scheduled. Simone was not the same flirty woman that he had met yesterday. There was no mistaking that she was beyond pissed.
“Where the fuck have you been, Joel? You’re almost an hour late.”
“I know. It was a crazy night, Simone. I had a hard time getting to sleep.”
“That’s no excuse. This hotel is taking a big fucking chance on you. You can’t play into the powers-that-be’s stereotypes, Joel. They think they’re doing you a favor by hiring you, when in all actuality they want you to fail just to strengthen their predetermined mindsets. Do you understand? For us, that is unacceptable. Jesus.”
“I know Simone. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“For your sake, let’s hope not.”
For the rest of the day Joel was a model employee. He followed Simone around learning the nuances of The Victor. He greeted guests, helped with reservations at nearby restaurants, and even carried a bag or two. Simone was impressed by his desire to do a good job, even though he’d started off on the wrong foot.
“Other than the rough start, you did really well today, Joel.”
“Thanks. I want to succeed here.”
“Well keep it up. Do you want to hit up happy hour with a few of us?”
“I’d love to but I have to meet a friend at the gym.”
“Okay, I’ll let you slide this time. Get to work on time from now on.”
“Will do ma’am.”
Joel walked a few blocks to Total Package, where he saw Andy.
“Hey Joel. Are you ready to hit it man?
“I am.”
The two of them worked out gruelingly for well over an hour. Both Joel and Andy were weak, tired, and pouring sweat. Andy walked Joel around the entire complex showing him where everything was. He showed him the sauna, the pool, the smoothie bar, where to get massages, and the showers. When they were done with the tour, Andy said,
“Well that’s about it. Pretty nice huh?”
“It is. I like this place a lot, Andy.”
“Well I usually take a shower before I leave, but if you need to get back and do more unpacking you can head out if you want.”
“I think I need a shower actually.”
“Yeah, we did go pretty hard. I am impressed at your strength, Joel.”
“You’re not too shabby yourself.”
They both grabbed their bags and headed toward the showers. Joel didn’t hesitate undressing in front of Andy and getting under the shower head. Andy was a little bit hesitant in getting naked in front of Joel, but eventually did, but kept his back to him for the majority of the time. They finished their showers, dried, and got dressed in fresh clothes. Andy suggested that they go to the whiskey bar down the street for a drink, and Joel enthusiastically agreed.
They walked into the bar and got a corner booth. A scantily-clad, large-breasted, blonde waitress approached the table with a cigar and whiskey menu. Both Joel and Andy smiled like horny middle school kids and took the menu. She smiled back and sauntered off. Joel, looking over the menu, said,
“Jesus. They think their shit is gold, heh?”
“Yeah, you are paying big-city, upscale bar prices here. But it’s fine. Get what you want Joel, I got you.”
“You don’t have to do that man.”
“I insist. Get what you want. I got you.”
Joel looked over the menu and got what he wanted. As a matter of fact, both of them got what they wanted, and more than they needed. Six to eight whiskies and one Churchill each later, they were both more than tipsy. Andy slightly slurred, said,
“My man. I saw you in the shower, and you are fucking packing. You should have stayed the other night.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, come on man. We’re adults. You get the idea, huh? Erica likes a little extra. More than I can give her. I could tell she wanted you. What gives?”
“Well that was the first night we hung out.”
“I understand. I can respect that. It’s just not our first rodeo, you know?”
“You two swing regularly?”
“I wouldn’t say regularly. As a matter of fact, we haven’t in quite some time. We like to have regulars that we click with, and we haven’t had that in a while. I guess that’s why Erica is fiending for it so bad right now.”
“She does seem like a free spirit.”
“Yeah. I guess you can call it that. Come on man, let’s get out of here.”
During the next week, Joel was finally able to get everything unpacked and put away. Him and Andy worked out at the gym three of those evenings after work. They made plans for Erica and Andy to come over to Joel’s for dinner and drinks Friday night. Joel was killing it at work. Simone started flirting a little more, and he went out for drinks with her and a few others from work one night. Joel didn’t really want to start anything up with Simone. He thought she was attractive, and he definitely wanted to fuck her, but enjoyed his new job and didn’t want to jeopardize that. Plus, he had a feeling that he was about to be the third wheel in an already existing relationship, and needed to save his strength. After work on Friday, Joel went to the store to get some things he needed for dinner. He wanted to make a good impression on his new neighbors. He knew that they were used to fine dining and didn’t want to seem uncultured to them.
Joel planned a dinner of almond and panko crusted salmon with mushroom risotto and sauteed garlic green beans. He had two bottles of $20 red wine on stand-by as well, even though Andy said that he was going to bring a bottle of bourbon. Joel had an idea that things could turn sexual, so he popped a little enhancement in pill form and continued with the meal preparation. Just as he put the green beans on the stove to cook, there was a knock at the door. Joel thought, here goes nothing, and answered.
“Welcome neighbors. Come on in. Make yourselves at home. It looks a little better than it did a week ago.”
Erica was first to enter and kissed Joel on the cheek and said,
“It looks gorgeous. You’ve done amazing things with this place.”
“Thanks. I wanted it to be in some kind of order when you two arrived.”
“Well, it is. Shit, something smells good. What is that fish?” asked Erica.
“It is. It’s salmon. It shouldn’t be too much longer.”
Andy pushed in with a bulldozing presence and oppressive tone and said,
“Check it out Joel.”
Andy showed a bottle of Blanton’s and smiled.
“I’ve had this awhile. It’s not the most expensive that I have, but it’s hard as fuck to find. Been waiting on a good time to open this little fucker.”
Joel was intrigued by this little bottle. He had heard of Blanton’s, but never had the opportunity to try it. He stared at the little horse on top and fell in love with it instantly. Dinner went swimmingly, and Joel got all the praise that he was entitled to.
“That meal was fucking epic, Joel,” touted Andy.
“I’m definitely impressed. The combination of flavors were exquisite,” added Erica.
“Thanks, I’m glad you both enjoyed it.”
Andy took the last gulp of red and said,
“This wine was an awesome pairing too, but I think we should kick it up a notch.”
Andy opened the bottle of Blanton’s as Joel and Erica took the plates to the kitchen.
“I’ll grab some glasses while I’m in here,” said Joel.
Erica smiled at Joel as they were walking and said,
“I think I’ll have a little whiskey with you two tonight.”
“Oh yeah. I’ve heard Blanton’s is pretty good.”
“I’m more interested in how good you are,” Erica confessed.
Erica smiled sheepishly and Joel returned the favor. He looked over the specimen of sex. Erica was wearing a summer dress that seemed shorter than the average. As she put dishes in the dishwasher, he got a view of that bulbous tanned ass, and thought the most gutterous thoughts imaginable.
The three of them drank bourbon and listened to numerous selections from Joel’s vinyl records. Each of them picked an album out to enjoy. Joel chose a Miles Davis record, Andy decided on Charles Mingus, and Erica picked Prince. Erica was positioned across from Joel, and at times he got a view of no panties as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. As ‘Darling Nikki’ played, her smile and stares were just as seductive, as she noticed Joel’s eyes upon her. Andy suggested that they go next door and get in the hot tub. Joel and Erica were ecstatic to hear such an idea, and agreed wholeheartedly upon the suggestion.
The three of them walked next door, laughing and galavanting. They all three stripped naked and got into the hot tub. Joel was a little more at ease this time. Andy poured everyone another round as Erica snuggled up to Joel. Andy handed everyone their drinks and moved to the other side of Erica.
“We need some music,” Erica said, as she looked at Andy.
On cue, Andy agreed and got out to get a bluetooth speaker from inside the house.
“I want all of you tonight. I want both of you. Is that okay with you?” Erica asked Joel.
Joel took a big swallow of brown fluid and said,
“Fuck yes. I like both of you very much.”
Erica gripped his cock and started to kiss his neck when Andy spoke up,
“What do you want to hear?”
Erica half annoyed by the question said,
“You pick Andy. Shit.”
Andy picked a continuous mix of a chill EDM session from a streaming site.
Joel looked at Andy as if for approval for what was now happening and said,
“Sounds fine to me.”
Andy got back into the hot tub and Erica told Joel to sit on the side of the hot tub, and he obliged. She took his cock into her mouth and Andy got behind her and began fucking her. She grunted, she moaned, but her eyes were constantly making eye contact with Joel as she deepthroated him, licked up and down his shaft, and sucked and kissed his balls. Joel was having the time of his life. He was getting his cock sucked by this goddess of lust, and watching his new friend pump her mercilessly. This continued for several minutes until Erica took Joel’s cock out of her mouth just enough to mumble,
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Both acknowledged the statement and with action, agreed. The three of them got out, dried a bit, and scurried into the house. Once in the bedroom, they continued where they left off. Erica layed Joel on the bed and began sucking him as Andy fucked her from behind.
Joel opened his eyes and lifted his head to take the scene in once more and acknowledged,
“You two are so sexy. I’m loving this.”
Erica smiled a devious grin and said to Joel,
“Now you get behind.”
Joel didn’t waste any time basically tagging out with Andy. He stood, got behind her as Andy laid down, gave a light lick to Erica’s ass, and inserted deep inside her. Erica moaned with animalistic pleasure. She was getting her ‘new dick’. New dick that this nymph needed and craved.
It had been ages since Erica and Andy invited another into their bedroom. This time was special for Erica. It was someone she actually wanted to fuck. It wasn’t the typical lame-ass boss, coworker, or salesman that Andy brought around. No, this was a stranger, with looks, a meaty dick, and personality, that she vibed with.
The fucking and sucking continued in a multitude of positions until Erica told them both to lay back. She took one after the other in her mouth, each stroke deeper than the next, until Andy blew his load in her mouth. Erica gobbled what she thought of the appetizer down, then turned her attention to Joel. She went deeper and slower with Joel. Her head bobbed, her eyes stared, and her tongue swirled. She toyed with his ass a bit to gauge his acceptance. When Joel lifted and arched, she inserted two fingers inside his ass. Joel moaned, and excreted a viscous, milky load into her throat. Erica took it down like grandma’s pistachio pudding, relishing every drop, until nothing was left.
The three of them laid in a sexual satisfied state of bliss listening to deep house for about a half hour. Erica got up to shower and Andy asked,
“Get you a drink?”
Joel still comatosed from the sex session of a lifetime said,
“Yeah, my man. I think I need one.”
Joel watched Andy get up from the bed. He noticed the tight glutes and massive thighs that had been gained at the gym. He observed the six pack of abs and the broad shoulders as well. Joel longed for that physique.
Andy returned with a couple of bourbons.
“This is not that rare but it’s one of my favorites. It’s Rare Breed by Wild Turkey. It’s barrel proof, so the alcohol content is greater, but it’s smooth as shit. I call it man candy.”
Joel took a sip and exalted,
“I do like man candy.”
“It’s good right?”
“It is.”
Erica emerged from the shower naked and glistening and said,
“I had a fucking blast boys. My girlfriend, Jamie, is getting some ecstasy pills this week. I think we should all take some. What do you say?”
Joel and Andy both agreed and Joel said, “I’ll open that bottle of Pappy for the comedown.” Erica smiled, and melted between the two of them.
Unfortunately, the ecstasy pills were laced with Fentanyl and all three died in the hot tub that weekend. They weren’t found for another two whole days. Boiled, purple and mushy, with deep house still playing.
Boiled to a soundtrack.
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