19. Kate’s First Threesome
KATE’S FIRST THREESOME
Okay. Alright. Okay.
We’re doing this. We’re really fucking doing this. I mean, in the back of my mind I had the thought that the night could turn into a twin sandwich, but maybe I didn’t totally conceptualize the idea?
We all knew this wasn’t a totally friendly bridge under the water type dinner.
While they apologized to me separately, it was a dinner to discuss where we go from here, and it went better than I expected.
I understood the basics of what both Gavin and Ben liked in the bedroom, but now that it’s all out in the open, I wonder if it’s really possible to have it all.
I’m probably about to join a very exclusive club of women who’ve fucked twin brothers and while I’m nervous, I’m also endlessly excited. What’s it going to be like being with two people? Will it be too much? Will it be fucking awesome? I don’t know, but I’m about to find out.
Not driving myself to the restaurant was the correct choice as Gavin has the valet retrieve his car.
Ben and I are standing under an awning as this summer storm works its way through Tampa.
In another hour or so I’m sure the setting sun will be out and the rain will be completely forgotten.
But what happens after I go through with this?
It’s not like a passing rain. It feels like whatever we do, it’s going to stick with me forever, and shockingly, I’m not scared. This is something I want to experience.
I’m more nervous than anything.
Gavin steps under the cover, his dark hair shining with specks of rain as he grabs my chin and plants a soft kiss against my lips.
“Don’t be nervous,” he says. I swallow quickly and run my arms over my pebbled flesh.
When I look over at Ben, he looks so utterly confused over what just happened between Gavin and I, and I don’t understand why. I’m about to ask as the valet drives like a bat out of hell, pulling Gavin’s car to the curb and handing him his keys.
Do I sit in the back? Ben’s far taller than me.
“Why don’t you get warmed up with Ben in the back,” Gavin says easily.
Ben opens my car door and I slide over to the left, behind the driver’s seat. Gavin shifts his passenger seat as far up as it goes, giving Ben more leg room.
“Do you need my address?” I ask.
“Nope,” Gavin replies, as Ben reaches over my shoulder and grabs my seatbelt, clicking it into place before doing his own.
Ben looks at me with the softest of looks and I can’t help it as I reach out and brush back his soft hair and cup his face. He nearly melts against my touch and it spurs my confidence on. They want this just as bad as I do. Enough to agree to a somewhat of an exclusive agreement.
Not a relationship. Definitely not a relationship.
But something else.
They don’t judge me. In fact, they both seem eager to help me explore what I like. I’ll never get this opportunity again and I’m realistic about it. I genuinely know I’ll never be with anyone the same way I am with these Carlson brothers.
So I make a choice right then and there.
I’m going to fully embrace this. I won’t let fear, nerves, or insecurities get in my way.
If this is as good as it’s ever going to get I’m going to gratefully and eagerly soak up every single minute that they’re mine.
Well, not mine, but the closest thing to it.
These brothers aren’t the kind of men to be kept, and I don’t want to belong to anyone, either. This is…whatever it is, and I’m going to savor it.
“You weren’t supposed to see your grade, you know?” I joke with Ben and he bites his bottom lip, that ridiculous dimple popping up as he smiles at me.
“It’s already gone to my head, I fear.”
I tug his bottom lip away from his teeth and glance toward the front. Gavin’s gaze rotates from being on the road and looking in his rearview mirror.
“Have you touched yourself, thinking about that night?” I ask, my heart rating picking up and the need for friction between my legs rising with every second I’m in this car.
Ben’s hand slides onto my knee, his thumb rubbing soft circles against my exposed skin. His touch is always soft, reverent, and sweet. I soak it up like a needy cat basking in a ray of sun. Ben makes me feel powerful in a way I didn’t know I’d ever need, that I’d ever crave.
His eyes are hooded as he looks down at me.
“All the fucking time,” he says honestly.
“Show me,” I say, and his eyes search mine, but he doesn’t hesitate.
He removes his hand from my leg and unzips his pants, sliding down his briefs and exposing his weeping hard cock.
Part of me wants to lean down and lick the tip, but another part of me needs this to last for as long as humanly possible.
Ben fists himself at the base, his eyes locked with mine as he swipes his tongue over his lips.
“Slow,” I remind him, as his wrist moves leisurely, his pressure on his cock light. It’s more torturous for him than anything, but he enjoys it. I can tell by the way he looks at me and the mess he’s making of himself with pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Gavin says nothing as he drives, and there’s this never-ending awareness that he’s there, that he’s listening and watching.
At the same time, Ben and I are in our own little bubble.
The car windows are tinted just enough that there’s no worry of some unsuspecting pedestrian seeing Ben’s dick, but the optics of it have me shifting in my seat.
“What do you think about when you touch yourself?” I ask him, my hand on his face, and he’s nearly nuzzling against my palm. He kisses my wrist softly.
“The way you fucking look at me, like I please you,” he says, his grip tightening around his cock, and I wrap my hand around his, stilling his hand.
“You want this to last, don’t you, baby?” I say, his grip loosening under mine, but I can literally feel him shiver.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Can I touch you? Can I get you off?” he nearly begs.
“You have…six minutes,” Gavin says, looking at his GPS.
“Please, sweet Kate,” he whispers in my ear. How exactly am I supposed to say no to that?
As a response, I spread my legs for him. His warm palm starts back at my knee, before gently sliding up my thigh and palming my pussy. I know he can feel how wet I am through the fabric.
He leans forward, tenderly kissing my collarbone, again with no shyness around my scars. I try not to think about the times Will said they “didn’t bother him.” He never once kissed me there. Somehow, with Ben, it becomes an erogenous zone for me, apparently, making me spread my legs wider.
He pushes the fabric aside, the tips of his fingers gliding against my cunt.
“I think about this,” he says, sliding his fingers inside of me. “How wet you were, how soft and pretty, how good you tasted.”
“Show me,” I say, and he pulls his face away from my neck and pulls his fingers out of me.
I nearly mourn the loss as he holds eye contact, slipping his fingers into his mouth. He sucks them hard, before sliding them out and back under my dress.
I fist the front of his shirt, taking his mouth against mine, tasting myself on his tongue. Ben moans into my mouth as we kiss and he fucks me with his fingers. His movements aren’t rushed or rough, but he’s hitting just the right spot as his palm rubs against my clit.
The car smells like sex, and we can all hear how wet my pussy is in the car’s silence.
“I love hearing you come. I think about it all the fucking time,” he groans against my lips.
Ben doesn’t ever make demands, he always eagerly takes what I give him. It makes me want to reward him, to make him feel good, to know what a good job he’s doing.
“Yeah? You love being good for me, don’t you?” I ask him softly, my tongue licking into his mouth as the speed of his hand increases, his palm pressing harder against my clit.
I’m right there, so fucking close as the curl of his fingers changes, hitting that sweet soft spot that sends me over the edge.
He pulls away from the kiss, watching my face as I fall apart, my skull hitting the headrest as my thighs shake and squeeze against his hand. He doesn’t stop until I grab his wrist.
His eyes look more blue today as his wet hand trails against my thigh and I give him a nod. He knows exactly what I want as he puts his fingers back into his mouth, shamelessly licking up the mess I’ve made.
He leans forward, kissing my neck again as I run my fingers through his hair, catching my breath.
A throat clears and I look up front; Gavin’s turned around in the driver’s seat and points to my house.
“We’re here,” he says, and I can see the need and something else in his face.
He watches me and Ben with almost a look of confusion. Maybe trying to piece the version of me he gets along with the version Ben gets?
“Right,” I say, kissing the side of Ben’s face and whispering in his ear. “You did so good, baby. Did you like making me wet while your brother listened?”
He groans as he tucks away his still unbearably hard length, and it makes me want to relieve his ache, but that can wait till we’re inside my house.
“Soon,” I tell him, grabbing his chin and planting a kiss against his lips as I pet down my hair and make sure my dress is in order.
As I suspected, the rain’s stopped as I get out of the car.
We’re all headed to my front door as my neighbor, Pat, across the street waves.
“Oh, Katherine, dear. Who’re your friends?” she says, waving and adjusting her glasses, almost like she’s trying to figure out if she’s seeing double.
“Hey, Pat. Hope you’re doing well,” I say, avoiding her nosiness.
“Oh, yeah, well, you know, Marsha down the street is being a real piece of work. You know she’s trying to oppose the speed bump.
It’s probably because that old bat needs her license taken away and thinks it’s a personal attack on her driving.
Which it honestly is. Are you having more guests over, dear? ”
Gavin coughs into his fist, and Ben is trying to adjust his hard-on.
“No, Pat. Have a nice evening, okay? I’ll see you at the next meeting and support the speed bump.”
Her gray eyebrows furrow like she’s trying to figure out what’s going on.
I suppose most people would be extremely judgmental if they knew what was about to happen behind closed doors.
Most people wouldn’t approve, but it doesn’t matter what they think.
It’s an agreement between consenting adults, and it’s not like anyone will find out besides my friends, who are endlessly supportive.
“You know, Katherine, there’s been something else I wanted to talk to you about,” she starts.
Pat is really bringing down my post-orgasm bliss.
“I’ll stop by tomorrow, Pat. Have a good evening,” I cut her off again. Pushing Ben and Gavin by their lower backs, ushering them to walk faster toward my door.
Mrs. Pat seems peeved that I wouldn’t take the time to speak to her, but she lets it go as I put in the code and shut the door behind us.
Everything changes the moment we’re sealed away from the world, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same.