waiting for? Move it! I’ll be with you in a minute.”
Dave and Frank scrambled to their feet. Marcie took a second to admire their butts as they left the room.
She sighed.
“They are so fine.”
“Aren’t they?” Shari paused. “I’m not mad. I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier, and if Dave wants to be with Frank also, I’ll agree.”
Marcie hugged her.
“Hell, sweetie, give yourself a chance. You might want to be with them both, too.” She grinned mischievously. “I’ll break them in for you.”
Shari laughed.
“You are so wicked. Where did you say your vibrator was?”
“In my purse. See you in the morning.”
* * * *
“I’ve never done a three-way with two guys,” Dave said. “Two women, yeah—and that was before Shari.”
“What? You think I have? Hey, just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I’m not a middle-class Italian kid from Flatbush. I’ve never been with more than one guy at a time. And not a lot, either. You kinda ruined me for any long-term relationships.”
“Well, excuse me. What about all those women you brought over?”
“You can ask me that after this afternoon? They were shills. Good friends. An actress, once. A hag another time.” He shuddered. “God, she was awful. You remember Sonya? I almost had to get a restraining order. She followed me around for months after the holiday party your folks threw three years ago. I finally got rid of her by telling her I’d sic the INS after her. Course, I’d never do that, but it did the trick. I should never have invited her, but I was desperate.”
Dave laughed. “Yeah, Sonya. She barely let you out of her sight all night. My mom liked her. My dad liked her Russian accent.” Dave grinned. “Didn’t she have a mustache?”
Frank fell laughing onto the bed. “Jerk. Just some excess upper lip fuzz.” He caught his breath, then started laughing again. “Hey, maybe she was a tranny.”
Dave collapsed next to him. “Stop, stop. Wouldn’t that make her gay?”
“Well, I’m happy to see you guys are having fun. I was afraid I’d find you on opposite sides of the room.”
*
Marcie strutted inside and closed the door.
Frank and Dave stopped laughing.
She put her hands on her hips, looking down on them as they lay side by side on the bed.
“You know the first time I saw you guys together I thought you were brothers. Both tall, dark, and terribly, terribly gorgeous. I am so glad I was wrong.” She licked her lips. “So, here it is—I like to play games. I like setting the stage.” She grinned. “It’s way more fun pretending.” Her grin faded and she grew serious. “It’s also easier to lose yourself in a character. So, listen up. I already know what scene I’d like to do with you.”
“The harem slave scenario?” Frank asked eagerly.
“Why, Frankie, you remembered. No, in the scene we’re going to do, I’m in charge.” She looked at Dave. “Where’s Shari’s bag of tricks?”
Dave gaped. “You know about that?”
Marcie laughed. “Puh-lease, I’ve known the girl for over three years and lived with her for two. Think I didn’t recognize her suitcase?”
“It’s underneath the bed.”
Marcie tapped one pink toenailed foot. “Well, I’m waiting. You don’t expect me to get down on my hands and knees and get it?”
Dave stared for a millisecond and then scrambled off the bed and down to the dusty floor.
Marcie gazed at his nearly nude ass and bit her bottom lip. He was really delicious. It would be fun unwrapping that package.
He dragged out the suitcase and sat back on his heels.
“Anything else?”
“Watch your tone, Dave. We’re playing by my rules now.”
Frank chuckled.
Marcie stalked over to him. “Something funny, sweetie?”
He gulped. “Er, no.”
“Good.” She looked down at Dave still sitting at her feet. The tiny scrap of material covering his penis did nothing to conceal his growing arousal.
She smiled.
“Happy to confirm that you’re a
Dave and Frank scrambled to their feet. Marcie took a second to admire their butts as they left the room.
She sighed.
“They are so fine.”
“Aren’t they?” Shari paused. “I’m not mad. I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier, and if Dave wants to be with Frank also, I’ll agree.”
Marcie hugged her.
“Hell, sweetie, give yourself a chance. You might want to be with them both, too.” She grinned mischievously. “I’ll break them in for you.”
Shari laughed.
“You are so wicked. Where did you say your vibrator was?”
“In my purse. See you in the morning.”
* * * *
“I’ve never done a three-way with two guys,” Dave said. “Two women, yeah—and that was before Shari.”
“What? You think I have? Hey, just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I’m not a middle-class Italian kid from Flatbush. I’ve never been with more than one guy at a time. And not a lot, either. You kinda ruined me for any long-term relationships.”
“Well, excuse me. What about all those women you brought over?”
“You can ask me that after this afternoon? They were shills. Good friends. An actress, once. A hag another time.” He shuddered. “God, she was awful. You remember Sonya? I almost had to get a restraining order. She followed me around for months after the holiday party your folks threw three years ago. I finally got rid of her by telling her I’d sic the INS after her. Course, I’d never do that, but it did the trick. I should never have invited her, but I was desperate.”
Dave laughed. “Yeah, Sonya. She barely let you out of her sight all night. My mom liked her. My dad liked her Russian accent.” Dave grinned. “Didn’t she have a mustache?”
Frank fell laughing onto the bed. “Jerk. Just some excess upper lip fuzz.” He caught his breath, then started laughing again. “Hey, maybe she was a tranny.”
Dave collapsed next to him. “Stop, stop. Wouldn’t that make her gay?”
“Well, I’m happy to see you guys are having fun. I was afraid I’d find you on opposite sides of the room.”
*
Marcie strutted inside and closed the door.
Frank and Dave stopped laughing.
She put her hands on her hips, looking down on them as they lay side by side on the bed.
“You know the first time I saw you guys together I thought you were brothers. Both tall, dark, and terribly, terribly gorgeous. I am so glad I was wrong.” She licked her lips. “So, here it is—I like to play games. I like setting the stage.” She grinned. “It’s way more fun pretending.” Her grin faded and she grew serious. “It’s also easier to lose yourself in a character. So, listen up. I already know what scene I’d like to do with you.”
“The harem slave scenario?” Frank asked eagerly.
“Why, Frankie, you remembered. No, in the scene we’re going to do, I’m in charge.” She looked at Dave. “Where’s Shari’s bag of tricks?”
Dave gaped. “You know about that?”
Marcie laughed. “Puh-lease, I’ve known the girl for over three years and lived with her for two. Think I didn’t recognize her suitcase?”
“It’s underneath the bed.”
Marcie tapped one pink toenailed foot. “Well, I’m waiting. You don’t expect me to get down on my hands and knees and get it?”
Dave stared for a millisecond and then scrambled off the bed and down to the dusty floor.
Marcie gazed at his nearly nude ass and bit her bottom lip. He was really delicious. It would be fun unwrapping that package.
He dragged out the suitcase and sat back on his heels.
“Anything else?”
“Watch your tone, Dave. We’re playing by my rules now.”
Frank chuckled.
Marcie stalked over to him. “Something funny, sweetie?”
He gulped. “Er, no.”
“Good.” She looked down at Dave still sitting at her feet. The tiny scrap of material covering his penis did nothing to conceal his growing arousal.
She smiled.
“Happy to confirm that you’re a
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