Christopher on television too.
“Hi, kid. How’s the game going?” she asked.
“Not so good. The Mustangs are behind, but it’s only the fifth inning.”
“There are nine innings, right?”
“Right.” He rolled his eyes at her scant baseball knowledge. “Everyone knows that.”
“Hey, give me a break,” she teased. “I’m new to this, but I’m learning.” Out of habit, she checked the monitors hooked up to Christopher. Assured all was as well as could be expected, she turned her attention to the ballgame. “Who’s pitching now?”
“That’s Renner. He’s good, but he doesn’t throw anywhere near as hard as Jeff does.”
Renner threw a pitch for a strike. “Looks pretty hard to me.”
“Yeah, well what do you know?”
“Not much, apparently.” The camera shifted to the catcher, and every one of her woman parts jolted to attention. The camera shot was straight on, providing a close-up of Jason Holder’s face. The mask hid everything but his eyes which were trained on the pitcher in absolute concentration. It was the same look she’d seen on Jeff’s face when he was pitching. She couldn’t help but wonder if they’d apply that much focus to making love, and if they did, how wonderful it would feel to be the recipient of that concentration. Maybe she’d find out tonight.
She missed Christopher’s next comment as the realization set in. She was going to do it – at least for tonight. She’d made up her mind. One night. She’d give herself this one night to see if what they described was something she could live with.
* * * *
The house was dark, except for the warm glow coming from the west end. As the hired car pulled into the portico, Megan went over what she knew of the house. If she weren’t mistaken, the single illuminated room housed the swimming pool. The driver opened the door for her, set her overnight bag on the porch, and pulled away, leaving her standing all alone on Jeff and Jason Holder’s doorstep. Were they even home yet?
As promised, the door was unlocked so she let herself in. A small light beneath the kitchen cabinets provided enough illumination to see her way through the kitchen. She tripped over a pair of shoes, catching herself before she crashed into the furniture in the living room. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light, and she noticed the trail of discarded clothes leading toward the pool. She followed, stepping carefully around the small heaps.
She heard them before she saw them in the brightly lit pool. Two sets of broad shoulders and arms split the surface, followed by two firm, flexing, lily-white asses. She smiled and stepped to the edge of the deep end to better admire the view. They made the turn at the far end, and in perfect synchronization stroked their way toward her.
They were equally matched it seemed, kicking and stroking, breathing almost as one. She’d planned to come here, spend some time getting to know them before she decided if she wanted to carry their acquaintance any further. But seeing all those muscles flexing, she suddenly couldn’t wait to get her hands on them. I’m going to be sensible about this. I’m not going to dive into a sexual relationship with two men just because they’re drop-dead gorgeous and built like Adonis .
Then they came to a stop in front of her. Two identical heads broke the surface, and their eyes instantly lit with recognition. Two perfectly crooked smiles told her they were happy to see her.
“Hi, Jeff,” she nodded at the one on her left. “Hi, Jason,” she nodded at the twin on her right.
“You can tell us apart that easily?” Jeff asked.
“Did I get it right?”
“You did,” Jason confirmed. “Not many people can do that, especially with so little to go on.”
“If I saw more, do you think it would be easier?”
“Oh yeah,” Jason said. One eye closed in a mischievous wink, and all her good intentions flew right out of her brain. “Jeff’s dick is tiny,” he said. Jeff clocked
“Hi, kid. How’s the game going?” she asked.
“Not so good. The Mustangs are behind, but it’s only the fifth inning.”
“There are nine innings, right?”
“Right.” He rolled his eyes at her scant baseball knowledge. “Everyone knows that.”
“Hey, give me a break,” she teased. “I’m new to this, but I’m learning.” Out of habit, she checked the monitors hooked up to Christopher. Assured all was as well as could be expected, she turned her attention to the ballgame. “Who’s pitching now?”
“That’s Renner. He’s good, but he doesn’t throw anywhere near as hard as Jeff does.”
Renner threw a pitch for a strike. “Looks pretty hard to me.”
“Yeah, well what do you know?”
“Not much, apparently.” The camera shifted to the catcher, and every one of her woman parts jolted to attention. The camera shot was straight on, providing a close-up of Jason Holder’s face. The mask hid everything but his eyes which were trained on the pitcher in absolute concentration. It was the same look she’d seen on Jeff’s face when he was pitching. She couldn’t help but wonder if they’d apply that much focus to making love, and if they did, how wonderful it would feel to be the recipient of that concentration. Maybe she’d find out tonight.
She missed Christopher’s next comment as the realization set in. She was going to do it – at least for tonight. She’d made up her mind. One night. She’d give herself this one night to see if what they described was something she could live with.
* * * *
The house was dark, except for the warm glow coming from the west end. As the hired car pulled into the portico, Megan went over what she knew of the house. If she weren’t mistaken, the single illuminated room housed the swimming pool. The driver opened the door for her, set her overnight bag on the porch, and pulled away, leaving her standing all alone on Jeff and Jason Holder’s doorstep. Were they even home yet?
As promised, the door was unlocked so she let herself in. A small light beneath the kitchen cabinets provided enough illumination to see her way through the kitchen. She tripped over a pair of shoes, catching herself before she crashed into the furniture in the living room. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light, and she noticed the trail of discarded clothes leading toward the pool. She followed, stepping carefully around the small heaps.
She heard them before she saw them in the brightly lit pool. Two sets of broad shoulders and arms split the surface, followed by two firm, flexing, lily-white asses. She smiled and stepped to the edge of the deep end to better admire the view. They made the turn at the far end, and in perfect synchronization stroked their way toward her.
They were equally matched it seemed, kicking and stroking, breathing almost as one. She’d planned to come here, spend some time getting to know them before she decided if she wanted to carry their acquaintance any further. But seeing all those muscles flexing, she suddenly couldn’t wait to get her hands on them. I’m going to be sensible about this. I’m not going to dive into a sexual relationship with two men just because they’re drop-dead gorgeous and built like Adonis .
Then they came to a stop in front of her. Two identical heads broke the surface, and their eyes instantly lit with recognition. Two perfectly crooked smiles told her they were happy to see her.
“Hi, Jeff,” she nodded at the one on her left. “Hi, Jason,” she nodded at the twin on her right.
“You can tell us apart that easily?” Jeff asked.
“Did I get it right?”
“You did,” Jason confirmed. “Not many people can do that, especially with so little to go on.”
“If I saw more, do you think it would be easier?”
“Oh yeah,” Jason said. One eye closed in a mischievous wink, and all her good intentions flew right out of her brain. “Jeff’s dick is tiny,” he said. Jeff clocked
Similar Books
