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wrangling over the
respective merits of cats and dogs when their meal arrived and the evening was
spent in much laughter as they shared their personal likes and dislikes. But Andy
was very aware of the sexual undercurrent—and the looks her men were giving her
left her in no doubt about how the evening would conclude.
    I want them so much.
They’re so hot. Every woman here must envy me with two such handsome dinner
companions, plus they’re a lot of fun as well. I can’t remember the last time I
laughed so much. But I can’t wait to go to bed with them again either.
     
    * * * *
     
    By ten p.m. they were back at her apartment and
she walked through into the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, “Would you like
a cup of coffee?”
    “We’d rather have you,” said Derek, nuzzling
her breasts and lifting her shirt up to reach them more easily.
    “Oh yeah,” murmured Corey, unzipping her pants.
    Andy pulled Derek’s head up to kiss him and he
urgently thrust his tongue into her mouth.
    “Hmmm,” he murmured, unsnapping her bra and
holding a breast in each hand.
    Corey dragged off her pants, panties and shoes
and widened her legs so he could nibble and lick along her inner thighs.
    “I can’t wait. I have to have you now,” said
Derek, pushing her back onto the counter top.
    With a crash the vase and the flower they had
given her earlier that evening smashed to the floor.
    “Oh no,” said Andy distressed, pulling away
from the men. “I’ll just get a broom—”
    “Don’t worry about it. I’ll buy you another
one,” said Derek, intent on maintaining contact with her breasts.
    “No.” Andy pushed him away and went to her
pantry for a broom and mop.
    ‘Dammit, woman!” Derek exclaimed, turning around
fast to grab her only to knock both her bar stools over with a loud bang.
    Corey stood one of the stools up but the leg of
the other one had splintered.
    “Shit! I’m sorry. I’ll buy you another one of
them too,” said Derek. “This apartment is too small. I’ll clean up here. You go
and pack a bag. You can move in with us straight away.”
    “What?”
    “Go. Pack a bag. You’re moving in with us now.
This place is way too small. And too yellow,” he added glaring at the pantry
door.
    Andy snapped. She’d really appreciated the gift
of the tiny rosebud and the vase, but now it seemed as if Derek and Corey were
just going to buy her like a blow-up doll for their entertainment. “I thought
we were friends. I thought we had a relationship —or at least the potential
for one. This is my apartment. I bought it. I decorated it. It’s mine. It’s me .
You can’t buy me. And you never even
asked if I wanted to move in with
you! Now get out. Get out of my home. GO! ”
she screamed.
    Derek stood watching her. His jaw had dropped,
his fists were clenched. His face was red. Quietly, Corey said, “I’m very
sorry, Andy. I like you a lot.” And he grabbed Derek’s arm and pushed him out
the front door, shutting it silently behind him.
    Andy ran into her bedroom, flung herself on her
purple duvet heedless of the pretty dress still waiting there, and burst into
hysterical tears.
     
    * * * *
     
    As Corey drove the men home, Derek looked at
him and said, “I did that all wrong, didn’t I?”
    “You wanted her. We both wanted her. But yeah—not your best moment.”
    “So what the hell do we do now?”
    “We go home, have a few drinks. And plan how to
win her back.”
    But by the time they arrived at their house
Corey could tell Derek was still mentally beating himself up. Instead of his
usual confident demeanor, he seemed to have shrunk inside himself. He seemed
somehow shorter, frailer, older than he’d been just a
handful of hours earlier. He certainly didn’t seem like a man who’d just
effortlessly hiked the Blue Ridge Trail.
    “Come to bed,” said Corey. “Let me love you.”
    Corey sat Derek on the side of the bed, pulling
his shirt off and gently kissing his flat, round nipples.
    He