Chapter 4
4
Tanya
O h shit, what do I do? I stare at the three men surrounding me. They’re gorgeous, but right now, their good looks are no relief. Instead, Chris is looking at me with a smirk on his handsome features, while Carl and James wait expectantly, broad forms still. Oh shit, oh shit, what have I gotten myself into?
After all, I thought my moonlight rituals were private because they were taking place at 3 a.m. I also thought I was safe because I only considered the surrounding high rises – namely, that there are none. I never thought that somehow, my downstairs neighbors would catch on!
But now, here we are. Chris, James, and Carl look pointedly at me, their blue eyes never deviating from my features, and I feel boxed in. Should I lie? Should I pretend that they’re hallucinating? But clearly, that’s not going to work because they know about my private ritual, somehow or other, and now, it’s time to explain.
“Well, you see, I’m a very spiritual person,” I begin in a stammer. “Nature speaks to me.”
“I’ll say,” Chris says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “And what does she say?”
I stare at him.
“You know, I don’t appreciate your flippant attitude.”
He immediately looks repentant.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean it that way. Go on. I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
I nod, my fingers fidgeting with the pliers in my hand. My face feels hot. Hell, my entire body feels hot as I open my mouth to try and explain again.
“Well, you see, I’ve always been very appreciative of everything Mother Earth has to offer. She provides everything that we human beings enjoy, with the help of Father Ocean, Brother Sky, and Sister Wind. I believe that all natural objects have a spirit, and that it’s important to show your appreciation and to commune with them on a regular basis.”
Carl nods, his blue eyes non-judgmental.
“And does your spirituality have a name?”
I squirm a bit.
“Not really. It’s just something that I practice on my own. You know, as a personal meditative practice.”
James clears his throat.
“Actually, it seems to involve much more than meditation. It seems to involve a lot of pleasure, if not straight-up ecstasy, Tanya. Tell me: do you nurture the fruits and vegetables in our garden for religious purposes? Or do you actually consume the “fruits of your labor,” so to say? Excuse my pun.”
I choke a bit.
“No, of course I use our communal garden space to enjoy fruits and veggies the normal way. I eat them! I don’t just use them to … to…”
“To fuck yourself?” Chris finishes with an impish grin.
I shake my head.
“Well, yes. I mean, no. What I mean is that I definitely eat the fruits and veggies that I grow. For example, the chips that I brought for our HOA meeting tonight. They’re from our garden.”
The men stare at the bowl of carrot and cucumber chips before us. They look good, actually. I baked them this morning, and the green and orange circles are vibrantly-colored, with a satisfying crunch when you bite into them.
But then, Carl shoots me an odd look.
“Are these from the veggies you played with last night?”
Oh shit. I’ve been caught. I knew I never should have opened my big mouth.
“Well, sort of,” I say quickly. “I mean, what did you see last night?”
“Everything,” Carl says in a smooth tone. “We saw you take yourself both ways using a cuke and a carrot. So tell us the truth, Tanya. Are these chips made from the cuke and carrot from last night?”
I flush scarlet, suddenly burning up again.
“Sort of. Well, yes. I mean, I washed them and everything, and then cut them up and baked them into these chips. But not all of the chips,” I continued in a rushed voice. “There was only one cuke and one carrot, and while they’re big, they’re not enough for a batch so I supplemented with other veggies. That’s what you see in front of you.”
I half-expect the three men to be pissed but instead they chuckle deep in their chests.
“So we’re literally eating veggies that have been inserted in your pussy?” James drawls, picking up a green cucumber chip and eyeing it. “Hmmm, very interesting.”
Chris ups the ante, popping a carrot chip into his mouth.
“Let me ask: was this chip part of the carrot that went into your ass?” he teases. “Because I think I’d enjoy the flavor of your ass, Tanya. A lot of guys hate that shit, but I’ve always adored rimming a woman’s bottom.”
I gasp at them because suddenly, this conversation has taken a turn for the wicked. Are they saying what I think they’re saying? Carl nods his dark head, blue eyes taking me in.
“To put things mildly, we’re intrigued by your habits, Tanya.”
“You mean, you want me to stop?” I whisper, staring at the three handsome men. “Or you don’t want me to stop?”
They shake their heads.
“Why would we want you to stop what you’re doing? We enjoy watching you.”
I sputter.
“I don’t know. Because it’s obscene. Or maybe for insurance purposes?”
The men roar with laughter.
“Insurance purposes? What’s that? What insurance would care what you’re doing with fruits and veggies you grow on our rooftop? No, we wanted to discuss this topic during our HOA meeting because as you know, the fruits and veggies are grown on our communal property, and so it’s only right to include us in the action.”
I stare at the three handsome men.
“You mean, you want part of the crop?”
James smiles, his blue eyes twinkling.
“In a way. I mean, we’re not looking to share in your harvest, if that’s what you mean. I don’t give a crap about that. I pretty much eat out for all three meals, so from a food perspective, it doesn’t matter.”
“Then what do you want?” I ask in a timorous voice.
Carl leans forward, his huge shoulders looming and massive.
“It’s easy, sweetheart. We want in on the action. We want to see you perform on a regular basis, and to take part in the performances as well.”
I stare at them.
“You want to join the moonlight ritual?”
The men nod.
“And the sunlight ritual. And the wind ritual. And whatever else you have going on, Tanya. We’re ready,” James drawls.
“It’ll be fun,” Chris cajoles with a quirk to his smile. “Why, do you think you can handle it? It’d be all three of us … at once.”
I gasp.
“Are you serious?”
Carl shrugs those broad shoulders.
“You’re capable of double penetration, sweetheart, as we witnessed last night. One more shouldn’t be too hard. The third cock would go into your mouth for you to suck, and we definitely think it would enhance your pleasure, if anything. Are you up for the challenge, Tanya?”
I stare at my handsome neighbors as the air whooshes from my lungs because what are these men proposing? Yet in my heart of hearts, I already know that I’m going to say yes.