Six - Kevin
Aaron was more into me than I’d thought. That complicated things.
I’d arrived early with the idea of letting him know my plan to seduce Paisley and informing him of a series of tells to gauge the situation.
Everything from ‘back off, I got this,’ to ‘we need some space alone for a moment, mate,’ to the final ‘this is happening, if you want to watch?’ Each was slightly different, but equally important.
The plan was never to leave him out completely, but three could be a crowd.
A fun crowd if we were all on the same page, but an awkward crowd if the vibe was off.
My pregame chat with him was supposed to keep that from happening.
Now, there was another spanner in the works: Aaron was into me as much as I was into Paisley.
I couldn’t lie, I was curious. I was into him, too.
It had been too long since I’d had some fun with another man.
Paisley complicated things. I wanted her.
I mean, I wanted both of them, but that felt like a long shot.
Despite all the flirty back-and-forth and innuendo, I doubted Paisley would go for both of us if she had the option.
She talked a good game, but two guys at once would be daunting for anyone, even someone as confident as she was.
The conversation had flowed surprisingly easily with Aaron before her arrival.
We’d even discussed the possibility of her taking us both on—per her boast that one man couldn’t keep up with her—but I think we’d both dismissed it as unlikely.
Aaron thought it was fantastical because he lacked confidence.
I thought so because how often does something like that happen in real life?
Two guys and one girl? It would be like a pornographic dream, and just as unrealistic.
I’d made sure I was the one to greet her at the door. It was Aaron’s house, but I knew how to make a better impression and put a girl at ease. At least, I thought I did. That was until the absolute vision that was Paisley stood in the doorway, looking like every nerdy guy’s wet dream.
Her wavy brown hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, letting single strands frame her face like a Greek Goddess. Her make-up was more dramatic than usual; smoky eyeshadow and a subtle but daring shade of red lipstick that made you wonder what her lips would look like wrapped around you.
Then, there was her outfit. A short, flowing red dress with white polka dots that clung to her curves where it mattered and moved hypnotically where she wanted your eye to go. A plunging cleavage so dangerously low that it felt scandalous not to look at it.
And then, as if to top it off, she wore those irresistible thigh-highs—the black ones with white stripes. The top lay just above the hem of her dress, but I caught the merest hint of skin when she moved and instantly had to fight the urge to groan in sheer arousal.
She noted my stunned reaction, took it in stride, and even popped a hip for me to appreciate her outfit even more.
I’d fucked up my confident welcome, merely gesturing her in while I felt Aaron shaking his head behind me and trying not to laugh.
Somehow, he’d greeted her much more confidently, pulling her close for a hug before I took my turn, drinking in the divine jasmine scent that lingered when we were close.
“You look amazing tonight, Paisley.” Aaron complimented her before I could find the words.
Sure, he stumbled over them and didn’t deliver them with half the panache I would have, but at least he’d said something. I’d merely remained stunned and dumbstruck by all the things I wanted to do to her, most of the blood in my brain heading southward.
“Thanks. You boys ready to play?” Her bright eyes twinkled at me, suggesting something more than her words.
“You bet.” My voice was a throaty rasp, my growing erection already uncomfortable against my jeans.
“This way.” Aaron gestured to the doorway. He shot me another head shake out of Paisley’s sight, and I couldn’t blame him. For all my talk, I was blowing it. Time to get back in the game.
“Your house is lovely. And, look! You’ve put out snacks!” Paisley was helping herself to nibbles without a second thought while Aaron made his way past her to take his seat at the head of his large gaming table.
“Yeah, I knew he would come through. Perfect host.” I shot him a sly wink that rattled him a little before he recovered.
“You were right, Kevin. Perfect host.” Paisley gave him the kind of look I’d hoped she would send my way. Had I misjudged this? Was she more into him than I thought?
If so, I had two options. One, I upped my game, pulled out all the stops, and made sure she left with me tonight.
Or, and this was the long shot, make sure I was included in whatever designs she had on him?
The possibilities of the three of us together would be more fun, albeit way messier emotionally and in every other sense of the word.
“So, what did you have in mind, Aaron? You said you wanted to play a co-op game?” Paisley glided into the seat on his right. I moved to his left, not taking my eyes off either of them for a second.
“Yeah, there’s a pretty simple but fun one here.” He produced a small metal box.
“Forbidden Island? Sounds intriguing.” Paisley took the box from him and turned it in her hands.
“Good choice.” I agreed. I’d played the game before at the club, and it would be perfect. Not rules-heavy enough to break anyone’s brain or spoil the mood, but requiring plenty of conversation and back-and-forth.
“Thanks.” Aaron was practically blushing at the compliment when Paisley handed the game back, ready for him to start setting it up.
“So the goal is to get the treasure and get off the island before it sinks?”
“That’s the gist of it.” He replied, already shuffling the cards and arranging the tile layout.
“Do something forbidden, don’t get too wet.” I quipped.
They both froze. I’d pushed the flirty online banter into real life. How they received it would shape the entire evening.
“That tends to be the opposite of my experience.” Paisley pursed those plump red lips of hers, giving me the kind of look men would fight and die for.
Aaron sat there looking shocked. I’m pretty sure he was hard under the table, or at least more than halfway there. I hoped I was right, as I was nursing the beginnings of an awkward, painful erection, and I did not want to be the only one.
“Okay, just to clarify, we don’t want to drown in this game.” Aaron cut the tension with an awkward chuckle.
“But a little bit wet is fine,” I added without missing a beat.
“Perfect,” Paisley smirked and picked up her cards.
Aaron walked her through the first few turns.
What the cards did, optimal strategies, the flow of the game.
He was patient and considerate, welcoming of questions and overall perfectly suited to the role of rules teacher.
It only further won over the lovely Paisley, who was actively leaning toward him and hanging on his every word by the time she had a handle on the rules and could manage her own hand.
I watched their exchange, saying little but taking in every detail. The casual arm grab from Paisley. The awkward smiles from Aaron. They had a chemistry all of their own, one that I was both privy to and part of.
The game was simple enough that I didn’t have to think too much about my own turns, leaving me free to muse on whether Aaron would be just as capable a student as he was a teacher.
Would he take direction if I asked him to suck my cock?
Would he be a fast learner, and pick up on exactly how I liked it quickly, or slobber around my shaft with nervous enthusiasm?
Either option was good, and both were enticing.
The thought of Paisley joining him, of having them both look up at me with adoration in their eyes while taking turns sucking my cock was something I couldn’t shake.
So much so, I almost missed my turn when I came around.
“Lost in your thoughts there, Kevin?” Paisley chided. Aaron gave me a look like he knew exactly what was going on in my head.
“Oh, just figuring out what the best move is.”
“In the game, or in general?” Aaron didn’t miss a beat. He may have been shy, but he was quick-witted. It only made me want to see that smart mouth of his wrapped around me all the more.
“I know that look. He’s thinking of both.” Paisley chimed in.
“You know that look? You barely know me, Paisley.”
It hadn’t taken long for us to settle into our respective roles, both in and out of the game. Paisley was the diver in the game, but out of it, she was the provocateur. That was the real game. It played out between the turns, as we all grew comfortable enough to say the quiet parts out loud.
“I know you. It’s been a while, but I’ve known men like you, Kevin.”
“Really? And what kind of man am I?” I played my move, triumphantly grabbing one of the treasures.
“The kind who’s always looking for the best angle. Looking for something more.”
“You wound me.” I feigned hurt. Aaron chuckled at our back-and-forth, remaining silent and out of the way. “And what would I want more than winning this game together?”
Paisley sat back. Her eyes narrowed, as if she were analyzing me. As if she were a therapist about to drop some uncomfortable truth.
“I think you want to win us.”
“Us?” Aaron replied, finally making his presence known after playing his move.
“I think Kevin here is greedy enough to want both of us.”
“In what way?” Aaron asked. I arched an eyebrow at him. Paisley did the same.
Two thoughts occurred to me simultaneously.
Either Aaron was really that naive and couldn’t see what she was driving at, or he was a genius.
He was going to make me spell it out, thereby removing any future innuendo and moving us further toward my goal of the evening: the three of us completely naked and playing a very different type of cooperative game.
“Aaron. Sometimes you’re so adorably clueless I just want to kiss you!” Paisley burst out with a chuckle.
Aaron flushed with embarrassment. I realized I’d just missed the perfect opportunity to ask if either or both of them would be down for what I had planned.
The game was nearing a close, and the conversation bubbled back to a less suggestive level. Paisley still had that mischievous look in her eyes that I found intoxicating, sneaking glances at me while Aaron explained the optimal moves to win.
“And that’s it! We’ve grabbed the treasure and escaped.” Aaron giggled, looking like a proud parent at having guided her through the process.
“Thanks for helping me. That was fun.” She gave him a smile that suggested she was up for much more fun.
I wasn’t taking another chance. Whether he noticed that smile or not, I didn’t care. Whether he acted on it or not, that was up to him. I wasn’t missing my shot.
“That was fun. But how about we play something else? Something a bit more… forbidden”
Aaron looked at me like he got it. This was the signal I’d told him about before Paisley arrived. This was my move. He remained silent and let her push things forward.
“Oh? What do you have in mind?” She handed her cards and playing piece to Aaron, who dutifully packed it all away with the meticulous attention to detail of a man focusing on one thing to avoid something else. I couldn’t blame him. My idea was going to push him way out of his comfort zone.
“There’s a deck of cards.” I nodded toward them. How about high card, low card?”
“A little luck-based and boring.” Paisley shrugged. “What are the stakes?”
“Yeah, how is high card, low card going to compete with an entire island being slowly submerged, Kevin?”
I held their gazes. This was it—time to push things up a gear.
“Loser each round takes off an item of clothing.”
I sauntered over to Aaron’s shelving unit, picked up a deck of cards, and immediately began shuffling.
Not a word from either of them. It wasn’t shock that left them speechless, though.
I could see the cogs in their heads whirling as they sized up what they had to lose and gain, and what their chances might be.
“I’m up for it. Although I’m at a major disadvantage.” Paisley finally broke the silence. Aaron gave her a puzzled look. “I’m wearing way less clothing.”
“Scared we’ll see everything too soon?” I shuffled the cards and held her gaze. It was a challenge and an offer—a dare for the three of us to have a memorable night.
“No. Just that there might be some house rules.” She straightened up, never one to back down.
“Such as?” Aaron asked. His voice was small and worried, but he hid it as best he could.
“How about only the winner doesn’t take something off?” She parried.
“That would speed up the nudity.” Aaron mused like a mathematician contemplating a problem.
“True.” Paisley’s suggestive curl of her lips and blunt statement said it all.
It was on.