Chapter Three #2
The following day, after consuming far too much of a bottle of scotch than is healthy the previous night, I stroll back into my psychologist’s office. I took a cab today to avoid my driver’s scrutiny after my meeting.
“Good morning, Mr. Barton-Jones,” the doctor greets me warmly.
She indicates the chair I met just yesterday, though it already seems like mine.
“Can you call me Spencer, Dr. Klein? It seems less sterile.”
Her smile today seems brighter, as if she knows she’s making progress.
“Whatever you’d prefer, Spencer. You may continue to call me Dr. Klein or Harriet, if you wish.”
I kick off my shoes and slide onto the shaped chair, relaxing into its contours and letting the residual ache left from my drinking binge last night subside.
Following various questions about my state of mind after leaving yesterday evening, Dr. Klein directs me to continue my story.
I close my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to drift back to that time twelve years ago.
“Chess and I kept in contact all year; we regularly exchanged funny videos or messages to amuse each other.”
The doctor bobs her head, her pen poised ready to fill more of her notebook.
My chest tightens as I think about that summer. It's not an easy memory to revisit—not because of what we did, but because of how it ended. Still, I close my eyes and let myself go back to the beginning . . .
Carlo spoke to her daily. That summer, the three of us forged a close friendship, but like everything with Carlo, his connection with Chess was deeper and more intense.
He found it hard to leave her behind. By the end of the following school year, once the pressure of our exams, followed by the elation of our high school graduation, had passed, we were both eager to get back to her.
Perhaps because of their regular contact, their love had blossomed during our separation. They couldn’t have been more perfect for each other. I assumed they’d exclude me.
Though I needn’t have worried, Carlo had no intention of leaving me out.
Ever.
Within two weeks of arriving back in the place we considered home, we were sitting around the pool chatting and laughing about an incident with one of our co-workers on the farm when Carlo sloped off into the house, promising to be back quickly.
When he returned, he produced two bottles of wine from his grandmother’s cellar, assuring us that nobody would miss them.
Nonna only ever drank at Christmas and even then, only enjoyed one small, sweet sherry.
The sunlight was fading, yet the moon was large enough to give us sufficient light to see.
As the conversation continued, it become gradually more flirtatious.
I vaguely wondered if I ought to leave them and go to bed, but the sight of Chess in that bikini made leaving impossible.
As Carlo topped up my glass for the second time, he cleared his throat.
“Spencer and I love it when you wear a bikini, Chess.”
His familiar deep teasing tone initially concerned me. I didn’t want him to mock her, but as his heated gaze dropped over her body for the umpteenth time, it became apparent that desire was fueling his observation.
Witnessing my friend charming this beautiful woman made my body pulse with need.
Chess seemed unsure what to say; she was so innocent and remained mute. She swallowed hard and her reaction helped me understand how far the depth of Carlo’s blatant attraction had penetrated her.
“Have you ever seen a man naked, little sis?” Carlo continued.
I noticed he’d begun to mockingly call her that since his dad’s phone call a few days earlier. His father’s stern reminder, directed at both of us, was to consider Francesca a sister.
She shook her head, but I didn’t miss the pulse in her delicate throat beating faster.
“But you’d like to?” he taunted her.
We’d both seen her watching us while we were kickboxing training or working without our shirts on. With little else to focus on, we’d become so in-tune with her and could sense the weight of her stare observing us.
Once we were aware of her presence, we loved putting on a show for her.
I studied Carlo’s body as she considered her response. For most of the summer, he and I strolled around in only a pair of shorts. Nonna insisted we wear a shirt at the table, but aside from mealtimes we were usually shirtless.
My glare burned into his shorts; hoping he was going to take them off for her. A glance over at Chess revealed her reaction, even in the dim light, the delicious flush of her cheeks was visible.
“Y-yes,” she stammered softly.
He glanced at me with a wry, yet sexy smile, but his next comment shocked the hell out of me.
“If I remove Spencer’s shorts and show you how he enjoys being touched, will you remove your bikini top for us?”
My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it. I still hadn’t seen a woman undressed, aside from in print. I could barely breathe as I awaited her response.
“You’d love to see Chess’s tits naked, wouldn’t you, Spence?”
Without missing a beat, my response fell from my lips.
“Yeah.” My gruff tone oozed desire.
“Stand up, Spence.”
I couldn’t get out of my chair fast enough. Placing my wine glass on the table beside me, I hauled up my hulking frame while silently trying to calm the ache in my shorts.
My worst fear was embarrassing myself by ejaculating too soon, but it was impossible to keep calm with the combination of Carlo and Chess’s heated scrutiny on my body. Seeing the lust glowing in her eyes, in particular, was quickly becoming addictive.
Once positioned, I stood before them, my feet hip-width apart; her eyes trailed up my torso and made my knees buckle under their immense power.
Carlo leaned forward, flicking open the button on the front of my shorts. My chest froze with the anticipation of exposing myself to her.
The opportunity to see the tight nipples that tormented me each afternoon by poking through the fabric of her bikini top, would be the icing on the cake.
“Have you imagined this before, Chess?”
Carlo’s deep voice pulled my attention back to him.
“Yes,” she admitted, her voice husky.
“Have you indeed?” He probed with a grin. “You enjoy watching us, don’t you?”
Her head bobs so slightly I almost missed it.
“Do you think about us when you’re alone at night?”
His tongue flicked out to moisten his lips.
“Do you touch yourself, Bellezza?”
Her mouth dropped open; she was panting.
“Ah,” she responded inconclusively.
“Since last summer, Spencer and I have thought of little else. We’re desperate for you.”
He edged the zipper down on my jean shorts, relieving the tightness that had formed there.
“Look!” he exclaimed.
He was talking to Chess, but I couldn’t stop my eyes from witnessing the view he’d revealed.
“See how hard he is, just at the thought of seeing your gorgeous breasts?”
The material of my shorts burst open, exposing my penis to the open air. A further flick of Carlo’s wrist had the clothing falling to the ground.
“Isn’t he perfect?” Carlo breathed, boosting my pride in a physique I’d worked hard to hone. Showing it off to a girl gave me a buzz that made every second in the gym worth my toil.
Carlo’s hand wrapped around me, helping to relieve the buildup of tension that the excess blood had created.
I groaned.
My glare fixed on Chess’s gorgeous soft curves.
“Nonna’s in bed. There’s nobody around,” he reassured her. “Undo your bra, Chess; let him look at you while I get him off.”
Carlo’s order filled the air. Nothing could have prepared me for the spark of lust that burst up my spine when she sat forward.
Her hand hovered over her bikini strap, but when she caught my hungry stare, something bold sparked in her eyes.
She pulled it down herself, slow and deliberate, releasing the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen.
Far better than anything in a magazine. The weight of them dropped as the bra fell, and I thrust my cock harder into Carlo’s hand.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed.
“She’s so beautiful, isn’t she?” Carlo asked as his hand slid up and down my length. “No man has ever touched that soft virgin flesh. Have they, Chess?”
Her top teeth nibbled on her plump bottom lip as she rocked her head from side to side.
“Would you like to be the first to touch her, Spence?”
I punctuated Carlo’s question with a positive groan.
Overwhelmed, I had to glance away and lift my chin up to the darkening sky.
The thought of my fingers on her chest while Carlo jerked me off was thrilling.
My friend’s pace increased on my dick, and I gritted my back teeth, needing to keep control.
“I’m going to take you into my mouth.” Carlo told me.
My attention slipped back to her, eager to see her reaction to such an announcement. Her gaze shot up to my face and she flushed to see my full focus fixed on her.
“Touch yourself,” I groaned. “Show me how you get yourself off when you’re thinking of us.”
Carlo turned to her with a grin and bobbed his head, as if giving her permission to follow my instructions.
Her hand twitched to comply, but she hesitated.
“Don’t you like girls, too?” she asked Carlo.
He chuckled darkly.
“I like you” was the only response he offered.
She settled back on the sun-lounger, and dusted her fingers lightly over her bikini bottoms. I had to plant my feet firmly, to stop myself taking another step toward her, and help her out with the challenge I’d set.
Every breath mesmerized me until Carlo’s hand was on my hip.
“Turn to me,” he said gently. I revolved my body, familiar with following Carlo’s instructions, but my eyes never left the beauty before me. Her profile view of Carlo’s open mouth inches from the end of my cock captivated her attention. His tongue flicked out, licking my crown.
She gasped.
“Can you imagine how wet she’d be?” he teased me.
“Ah,” I moaned.
Since last summer, experiencing Carlo’s mouth around me has become a regular event. I never tired of it. I longed to reciprocate but had never quite summoned the courage.
As his lips parted wider, I slipped my dick along his tongue and felt the vibration of his responding hum right up my spine.
He treated me as if I were the most delicious delicacy he’d ever tasted. As his mouth withdrew, Carlo asked, “Is she hot enough for you?”
“Shut up!” I hissed, fisting my friend’s black hair and driving my cock into his greedy mouth.
Chess lifted one hand to her soft breast, and the other swept the fabric of her panties to one side as she forced her finger inside the gap, into the folds of glistening soft skin. My attention locked on her pussy.
“She’s so pink. So wet,” I panted; the noise of her arousal filled the surrounding air. Seconds later, a loud growl escaped my throat, and moments later I became still.
The frantic movement of my chest showed my exhilaration; my head felt light, but our evening wasn’t over yet.
“Will you let him lick you?” I asked her; eager to give back to my friend.
“It’s his fantasy to taste us both at the same time.”
The thought of Carlo touching her so intimately was enough to detonate her release.
“Ah, yes,” she replied, throwing her head back, an urgent need of more air.
Her loud moan accompanied by a sexy as fuck shudder almost made me come again.
Without discussing it, Carlo and I moved closer. My fingers itched to explore her soft skin.
Carlo settled between her legs while I loomed over her torso, gently picking up her right hand and drawing her fingers to his lips.
“Tell me I can taste you, Chess.” The vibration of Carlo’s voice made Chess tremble with her need for him.
She nodded frantically.
“Speak, baby, ask me to lick you,” he replied, sending a fresh tidal wave of blood south, thrilled at his dominance.
“Yes, please, I want that.” She answered him, her clumsy words catching in her throat.
For the entire summer, Chess became our third. And Carlo was dead set on having a future with our girl. He inquired about my thoughts on her living with us in London.
Even though Carlo believed he’d met his ‘one’, he was never selfish with her time or body. Carlo enjoyed coaching Chess in the way I enjoyed being touched; he said they liked me in their bed, and he seemed to take great pleasure from observing our passion for each other.
The three of us learned together, exploring each other, learning from our bodies’ responses until augmenting each other’s desires became like an obsession.
I will never forget the night I held our girlfriend in my arms while my boyfriend made love to her. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
We were young and innocent. But these experiences forged a deviant nature that I, for one, have found almost impossible to resist ever since.
Left almost entirely to our own devices by Nonna, we enjoyed an insanely erotic three months. By the end of that summer, none of us were virgins anymore, and I felt a depth of love for both of my friends that was indescribable.
The three of us became addicted not only to each other’s bodies, but to the sensations our own bodies could generate and enjoy.
Those few weeks were the best of my life so far; they were blissful. But sadly, they couldn’t last.
When Alonso arrived for a surprise visit, he caught the three of us in bed together.
We’d never witnessed such rage. He was catatonic.
We begged him to let her come back to England with us, but Alonso ignored us, ripping Chess from our arms and rushing back to Sicily with her.
He seemed to disregard his previous concerns about the risks to her safety.
Concerns which, only a year earlier, were significant enough to bring Chess to Nonna’s lemon grove.
Within a fortnight of her return, Chess had vanished, believed kidnaped.
Carlo and I were inconsolable.
Though two weeks later, after we returned to London, we received the call we’d prayed would never come.
Chess was dead.