Текст книги "Threefold"

Автор книги: Scott Hildreth

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RAIN

There was little doubt in my mind regarding what had happened, but I didn’t dare express my feelings for fear of losing what we had developed. Cade and I had continued our sexual adventures for almost two weeks, primarily on Saturday’s while Ethan was at work, and I was clearly falling in love with him. My thoughts when he was away – and I was alone – included him and only him. In Ethan’s presence, however, I felt guilty and ashamed. I saw Ethan not as an older brother or a father figure, but as a slightly older protector. Strangely, I saw him as such for not only me, but for Cade as well. In Cades’ absence, my time with Ethan was different, but never intimate.

Ethan’s touch was always soft, but never sexual. His words were caring, but didn’t hint at any desire for having me act as anything other than the great friends we had become. I wanted more from Ethan, and as my love for Cade grew, I began to wonder if my hope for having or receiving more from Ethan was simply me wanting the satisfaction of knowing he appreciated having me in his life as much as I appreciated having him.

Although Cade and I had explored almost every sexual path available to us, we had yet to have sex. On the two occasions I mentioned it, he said he wanted to wait. Initially I was insecure about his refusal, but after two weeks, and knowing how I felt about him, I was beginning to see it as more of something I found to be cute. I secretly wondered if he was possibly a virgin, and began telling myself he was sexually inexperienced, and was waiting for marriage. The thought of it all eventually became very satisfying to me, and as much as I wanted to, I no longer asked for sex; but instead waited for him to proceed at his own pace.

I sat on the edge of the bar, facing the stove, and nibbled at my toast. As I ate my way around the edges, turning the square into as perfect of a circle as my mouth would allow, I grinned at my accomplishment. Cade stood between the stove and me, shaking his head.

“You’re adorable,” he said under his breath.

I looked up from my toast and grinned, “Thank you.”

I folded it in half and held it in the air, “Now it’s a taco.”

“I’d like to crawl into that head of yours and see life through your eyes for a while,” he said as he crossed his arms and fixed his eyes on mine.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes as I bit into my toast, taking half of it in my first bite.

“I don’t think you’d like it in here. It’s a pretty busy place,” I chuckled.

He nodded his head as he wiped his hands on his jeans, “I think I would.”

I shrugged my shoulders as I finished the toast, “Would what?”

“Like to be in there,” he said.

I shook my head.

“What would I find?’ he asked.

He was wearing jeans, a tee shirt, and canvas Sperry’s. Much different than I had ever seen him dress, but lately it seemed to be his choice of attire for the weekends. As I gazed at him and admired his neat appearance and beautiful hair, I realized how much differently I saw him now. He had truly become the object of my dreams.

I inhaled a breath, rubbed my hands on my thighs, flipped my feet outward, and exhaled as they bounced back into the edge of the cabinets.

“Shitty childhood memories, an honest hatred for the smell or taste of bleu cheese, zero compassion for people who take advantage of innocent children, a desire to one day have a new pair of shoes, a love of animals big or small – especially giraffes, an appreciation for art as long as it’s not a sculpture, a fascination for buildings constructed pre-1800, a whole bunch of marbles, and a newfound love for the smell of butter, amongst other things,” I blurted in one long, exaggerated, but extremely quickly spoken sentence.

“Marbles and butter,” he said with a laugh.

“When I was a kid in school, my counselor always said I had marbles in my head. I’m assuming she was right. And yeah, I love the smell of butter and toast now,” I said.

“Why’s that?” he asked

I raised my shoulders, held them in place, and widened my eyes, “Reminds me of you and the first day we kissed.”

He shrugged his shoulders as a look of almost embarrassment washed over his face.

“The smell of your shampoo makes my dick hard.”

“What?” I snapped back.

“Your shampoo,” he sighed, “That day, the first day we kissed, I smelled it the entire time we kissed. The stuff Ethan bought for you, the Sauvé or whatever it is. The smell of it makes my dick stiff. It’s weird. Well, it’s not weird, but it is. Now, every time I smell it, it drives me insane.”

“I can’t eat a piece of toast without getting all wet,” I giggled.

He raised his finger in the air as if he’d made a discovery, “You just ate two pieces.”

“I had one, the other is still on my plate. But one was enough,” I sighed as I glanced between my legs.

“Off,” he said as he reached for the legs of my sweats.

I wrinkled my nose and stared at him, “Huh?”

“Take these things off,” he grunted as he pulled against the sweats.

I pressed my hands into the countertop and lifted my weight from the bar slightly. As I did, he pulled the sweats down my legs and tossed them behind him on the opposite counter. Now sitting on the bar in my new pink panties, I felt a strange pride in being cleanly shaven and to be wearing clean, fresh, and especially pink panties. I’d certainly traveled a great distance in the last six weeks.

“Off,” he hissed as he pointed at my crotch.

I shrugged innocently, “My panties?”

He nodded his head.

I stood up on the counter and pushed my panties down my thighs and onto the counter. After a half successful attempt to flip them onto his head with my foot, they flew past him and landed beside the toaster on the opposite countertop.

Standing naked from the waist down, I didn’t necessarily know what he had planned, but I didn’t care either. I grasped my shirt in my hands and pulled it over my head. After tossing it onto the counter beside me, I removed my bra and tossed it at him.

He gazed blankly at me, took a breath, exhaled, and shook his head lightly, “You should be naked all the time.”

I pressed my hands into my hips and shook my head, “Wouldn’t go over well with Trent. Or the neighbors. Or really anyone but you.”

“You look amazing,” he sighed.

“So do you,” I responded.

“No, your body. I swear, Rain. You’re nothing short of perfect. I could just. I don’t know. It’d be really easy to stare at you for like, I guess forever.”

“You guess?” I laughed.

“No, I could. I don’t know. I don’t have a lot of experience saying nice things to girls, but God. You’re beautiful,” he said as he stepped to the edge of the counter.

He might have guessed he could stare at my naked body forever, but I knew I could listen to him give me compliments from now until the end of time. His kind words, as awkward as they may have caused him to feel, were beginning to make me feel as if he was right, and that I was truly a beautiful woman. I had never really considered myself so, but now, even when I looked in the mirror after showering, I was beginning to see myself differently.

I twisted my hips back and forth nervously and smiled, “Thank you.”

“Lay down and dangle your legs over the counter,” he said, “I want to try something.”

“Okay,” I said apprehensively as I bent down and sat on the top of the counter.

After scooting along the counter and reaching the edge, I flattened myself out and dangled my legs over the edge.

“Okay, Rain Bauer at your service,” I sighed.

“I’m going to lick you down there,” he said nervously, “I haven’t got any experience, I mean like zero. So tell me if you like it or whatever. You know, kind of guide me.”

Oh dear God.

I quickly spread my legs and bit my lower lip. I didn’t even have to think about it, I knew I had as much experience getting my pussy licked as he did licking one. The thought of it drove me insane. Often, as I read my books, I dreamt of what it would be like to share such an intimate encounter with a man, and wondered how it would feel. As I tried to mentally prepare for something I knew nothing of, he knelt in front of me and lowered his face between my thighs.

His tongue licked upward along my pussy lips.

“Right there, I like that,” I blurted, “That’s the spot.”

His mouth pressed against the upper half of my pussy and his lips moved to encompass my clit. As his tongue darted up and down, flicking against my clit, my body began to tingle. My muscles tightened, and I heaved to even take a breath. I pressed my elbows into the countertop and raised my head slightly. For a fraction of a second, I watched the back of his head move as he slurped and sucked my clit. It was more than I could take. I closed my eyes and attempted to tell him the importance of continuing whatever he was doing.

“That…”

“Holy…”

I felt like my brains had been scrambled, and I had been left in a mildly brain damaged and very incapable state of mind. Something as simple as speaking was proving to be almost impossible. As I searched my mind for what to say, my breathing became labored and I began to feel hot all over. Something big was happening, and as much as I was enjoying it, I was scared half to death.

As he continued to suck my clit and flick his tongue against it, I wondered how someone so innocent could provide such pleasure to me. Cade was driving me beyond insanity by simply sucking my pussy. His tongue searching along my wet lips allowed a little relief to my clit, and after a moment of regaining my composure, he was back at it, working his magic on my swollen nub.

I began to quiver. My body felt flush. As my pussy started to tingle from within, I realized my mind was leaving me and headed to the heavens above.

“Forget the other,” I exhaled.

I inhaled a short, choppy breath.

“Spot,” I breathed.

“You’re right where you need…”

“To be…”

I collapsed onto the counter and closed my eyes.

As his mouth worked wonders on my clit, my body graciously accepted his offerings while my mind tried to reject the feelings it was being filled with. His finger began to slowly work in and out of my pussy as he continued to lick and suck my now swollen clit.

His concerns with his inability to perform were unfounded and without merit. Without thought, my hips began to work up and down with the rhythm of his tongue. As the movement of my hips increased slightly, I realized I was on the verge of exploding. I attempted to raise myself from the counter with my elbows, and finally gave up. I cocked my head to the side and, exhaled, and tried to do my best to keep from losing whatever it was that was happening inside of me.

“Don’t…”

Come on Rain, say something before he stops…

“Don’tchangeanythingkeepdoingwhateveryou’redoing,” I blurted as I crumbled into a pile.

A light tingling ran from my clit to my brain. Slowly, it increased. As my emotions came to a head, so did whatever he was doing to me. As his finger continued to slide in and out, and his tongue tortured my clit, my thighs pressed closed against his head and my ass lifted a foot from the counter.

“Oh my fucking…” I squeaked.

I stopped breathing for several minutes. The room went black, and was soon followed by a lightning storm against my closed eyelids. Magic filled the air, and my body exploded from my brain to my crotch and out my pussy. As I heard a squeal emerge from my lips, I realized I was breathing again. My hands found the back of his head, and attempted to hold it still. To call my pussy sensitive would be a huge understatement. I exhaled, inhaled a short breath, and collapsed onto the countertop with a thud.

“God…”  I exhaled.

I hadn’t even realized I was sitting up.

“Shhhh…just be still,” I said as I patted his head with one hand and searched the countertop blindly with my other.

As my hand came in contact with the plate, I picked the piece of toast up, and raised it to my nose. I inhaled deeply.

Butter.

With my eyes closed and my mind still reeling, I realized I had just enjoyed the first real orgasm I had ever experienced. I never wanted this to end. Cade was my hero, my love, my lover, and my new pussy licking companion.

I shoved the piece of toast into my mouth and chewed it ferociously.

“What are you doing?” Cade said as he lifted his head from between my thighs.

“Eegan Toft,” I said through the pieces of mangled bread.

He shook his head and slowly stood.

“How did I do?’ he asked as he wiped his mouth free of my juices.

He stood before me as the most beautiful and handsome man I had ever seen. The way he made me feel was beyond compare. Not only did he make me feel special in his presence, he caused me to understand I was a beautiful woman, and all but forced me to see myself in an entirely different light.

I swallowed my toast and stared.

“You’re beautiful, and you did beautifully,” I said under my breath.

He gazed down at his feet, and after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke.

“I’m…I’m a…uhhm…”

“I’m a virgin,” he sighed.

Everything made a little more sense. For some reason, I wasn’t as shocked as one might have expected. I sat up on the counter and gazed into his blue eyes.

“Good,” I said.

“Good?” he asked as he moved closer to the counter.

I nodded my head and considered what I should say next. As I searched my mind for the right words, he began to speak.

“I didn’t have a dad growing up. My mom and my aunt raised me. She drilled it into my head; you know, waiting for sex and making sure it was the right person when it happened. She didn’t so much get hung up on the need for marriage, but she said giving yourself to someone should be special, and if you gave yourself away freely, you must not consider yourself worth much,” he half-whispered.

I considered what he said. After giving myself to anyone who had a $10 bill for four years, I felt worthless, cheap, and dirty. Now, having gone the longest period in my life without actually having sex, I was beginning to feel as if I was truly worth something, and with each passing day, my value increased.

“I couldn’t agree with her more,” I said as I opened my arms.

As we embraced, I moved my mouth to his ear.

“Cade,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he responded.

“You’re priceless,” I breathed.

And I meant every word I said.

ETHAN

Ever since I punched Jake in the jaw, my Saturdays had become filled with more work. In the past, we had left Saturdays open, allowing customers to come in at will for repair and service. Now, it was almost as if the policy had changed, having repairs scheduled well beyond the half-days we were supposed to be opened. Additionally, Jake and I were to alternate Saturdays, leaving one of us off work every other weekend. I had, however, worked all three Saturdays since our incident.

I glanced up at the clock. It was 9:30. After coming in two hours early, I had finished the installation of new exhaust and replacing a starter on the bike he had scheduled. Another customer had brought his bike in for an oil leak, and was waiting patiently as I pulled the first bike out onto the lot.

I walked to the customer’s bike and bent down looking at the underside for a leak. The only leak that was apparent was a terrible leak from the primary.

“Looks like a primary leak. I’ll need to pull the outer and inner primary and reseal them. It may take a shaft seal, but I’ll just have to see,” I said as I stood.

There was a poker run with the last bike out at 10:30, and if there was a way, I sure wanted to try and go.

“When can you have it?” he asked.

“Monday, say 10:30 in the morning?” I asked, “I’ll come in early.”

“Sounds good to me. My wife followed me. Can I just leave it?” he asked.

I nodded my head, “Absolutely. Just leave the keys with me and I’ll put it inside.”

“The ignition’s unlocked, but here’s the key,” he said as he handed me the key.

“Sounds good. Just stop in Monday, I’ll have it ready,” I said.

As I walked into the shop, I smiled at the customer waiting on the repair of the first bike.

“Okay, exhaust is on, and the starter is replaced. Sounds good and the starter hits every time. No worries,” I said.

“Well, you brought in the starter and the exhaust, let’s call it $300 even,” I said.

“Sounds good,” he said as he reached into his wallet.

After paying me three one hundred dollar bills, he walked out to his bike, started it, and sped off. I looked around the shop and into the parking lot. After a quick check of the clock provided a time of day, I pushed the second bike into the bay and glanced around the shop.

I desperately wanted to ask Rain if she wanted to go with me to the poker run, but hadn’t done so yet. Her not having a phone was somewhat of an inconvenience, but very understandable considering all things. After washing my hands and locking the shop, I started my bike, and began the twenty minute ride home.

If everything went well, I should have a few minutes to spare.

The ride home was a typical traffic-free Saturday, and after a quick elevator ride, I was unlocking the door with thirty minutes left.

When I stepped into the house, Rain and Cade were sitting on the couch watching television.

“You fucking bums, it’s gorgeous outside,” I sighed.

“We’re watching Ink Masters on Netflix,” Cade said over his shoulder.

“Seems kind of ironic, neither of you have tattoos,” I laughed.

“Rain, I’ve got a poker run in thirty minutes. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me,” I asked as I walked in front of the couch.

She continued to stare at the television blankly.

“What’s a poker run,” she asked.

I stepped between her and the television.

“It’s a bunch of motorcycles in a run from city to city. Roughly, I don’t know, 200 miles. Takes about 6 hours. You ride to each town and get a random card assigned to you from a deck of cards, and when you’re done, the best poker hand wins. It’s a lot of fun, and right now, it’s 85 degrees, no wind, and sunny. Perfect day,” I explained.

“Oh, wow. Sounds fun,” she said as she turned to face Cade.

As she waited for what seemed to be Cade’s approval, I shrugged my shoulder and took a step rearward.

“Okay with you if she misses the Ink Masters, Bro?” I asked sarcastically.

“Okay by me,” Cade shrugged.

“You sure,” Rain asked.

“Sure. Go, have fun,” Cade said as he switched the television off.

“I’ll go for a run. I need to anyway,” he said as he stood from the couch.

“You sure?” she asked again.

Jesus, seriously?

“Sure. Go,” he responded.

She jumped from the couch, ran across the living room and up the stairs.

“What do I wear?” she asked over the handrail.

I considered her options. Although we had made it to the mall and got her some new underwear, she had yet to get to the DAV and get any shorts or jeans.

“Your black pants,” I responded, “I like those.”

“Okay, me too,” she responded as she disappeared into the room.

After no more than a minute, she came running down the stairs with her hair in a ponytail; wearing one of my V-neck tee shirts, her black pants, and sneakers. She looked adorable. With her tattered aviator sunglasses, she was ready to go. It amazed me that although every other woman I had ever known needed to carry a purse chock full of everything under the sun, Rain didn’t so much as need to even carry anything other than what she chose to wear.

“Ready?” I asked as she came to a stop at my feet.

She extended her arms and spun in a circle, “Yep.”

“See you about four o’clock or so,” I said toward Cade’s room.

“See you in a bit,” Rain yelled.

“Sounds good,” Cade responded.

After riding to the gas station a block away and filling up with gas, we rode three blocks to the Biker’s Edge shop. What appeared to be roughly 100 bikes filled the lot. As we pulled in, all heads turned in our direction.

Nothing against bikers or their respective Ol’ Ladies, but there weren’t many places Rain could go that she wouldn’t be considered the cutest woman in attendance. She was without a doubt the most attractive woman I had ever seen. I’d told myself early on it was her eyes, but even seeing her from afar caused me to stare. No one could dispute the fact she was beautiful, but that perception of beauty would be based primarily on her facial features. To witness her living life, however, one would have to agree – she was simply adorable.

The people who were gawking in our direction as I parked the bike were a perfect example of what I expected Rain would have to deal with for her entire adult life. All eyes were fixed on her.

“I think they like your bike,” she said as I switched off the ignition.

“No, it’s you they’re staring at,” I said as she got off the bike and moved to my left.

“I don’t think so,” she sighed as she peered over her shoulder and into the crowd of bikers.

“Really?” I said as I raised my legs over the seat of the bike, “Okay, walk over to the booth and ask for a rider ticket and a passenger ticket, and pay for them. Then see if they keep staring at the bike, or if their eyes follow you,” I said as I reached for my wallet.

“You got it, boss,” she said as she accepted the $50.

As she walked across the lot, the majority of the people who were gathered around talking watched her. When she reached the booth, several people walked up to her side or along the edge of the bench and stared. After a few seconds, a few of the men were talking to her. I began to feel slightly jealous, and then the guilt set in. I felt bad for having her walk to the booth alone. I wiped my hands on the thighs of my jeans and began walking briskly toward the booth to save her from the threat of the horny bikers who were surrounding her.

As I got closer to the booth I noticed a familiar bike with a familiar asshole, and very familiar bitch standing beside it. Chloe and Bart were burning holes through me with their eyes as I got closer. As I stepped beside Rain, Chloe continued to stare.

I tapped Rain on the shoulder. As she turned around, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her deeply. As I pulled away, she looked at me with a face filled with surprise.

“What…uhhm, what was that for,” she asked as she wiped her lips with her finger.

I pulled her close to my chest and whispered into her ear.

“I’ve been waiting almost two months to work up the courage to do that,” I said.

“Oh Lord,” she sighed.

And, considering how kissing her made me feel, oh Lord was a pretty damned accurate statement.