JESSE'S GIRL

by

DEIRDRE O'DARE

Amber Quill Press, LLC
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Jesse's Girl
An Amber Quill Press Book

This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © 2008 by Deirdre O'Dare
ISBN 978-1-60272-348-1
Cover Art © 2008 Trace Edward Zaber
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Published in the United States of America

Also by Deirdre O'Dare

Armed And Amorous
The Chess Master's Queen
Cowboy First Aid
Cowgirl Up
Daring Delights
Daring Dreams
Doggone Love
Dude Ranch Nights
Fire On Ice
Journal Of A Timid Temptress
Karola's Hunt
The Maltese Terror
Muscle Car Man
Nellie's Rogue Stallion
Pickup Man
Portrait Of A Cowboy
Randi's Hellacious Adventure
Rescued By Love
Revolution!
Saved By Sam
The Taming of Jaelle'n
To Protect and...Seduce?
Treading Dangerous Ground
You Were Always On My Mind

Dedication

To a couple of very special friends
who taught me love comes in many sizes, shapes
and flavors. Thanks, guys! You are the best!

Thanks to the Amber Quill crew, patient
with late submissions, struggles with the many shapes
of ménage scenes and a writer's desire to continue
to learn and grow. Blessed be, each and all.
You are the wind beneath my wings.

Chapter 1

Bud ran his fingers through his already disordered hair as he set down the phone. Then he started to pick it up again to call his friend Jesse. Maybe Jesse could pull enough strings to divert some material from incoming stock for the Glenwood Lumber Yard, to help fill the gap.

Then he hesitated. Could he really count on Jesse anymore? Did he even know the guy his best friend had become? The past few weeks Jesse had morphed into someone different-- and it had begun the day Jesse had met LuAnne Lockner. A new arrival in Sand Creek, Colorado, LuAnne had all the men from eighteen to eighty panting. But it looked like Jesse was leading the pack to lay claim to her.

Dad had left Bud in charge of Hart Built Construction while he and Mom went on the cruise to celebrate their twenty-fifth anniversary. The elder Hart had expressed some misgivings about Bud's ability to handle things. If he didn't get the materials to keep the latest big project going, he'd just confirm his dad's worst fears. That was the last thing he wanted to do. So what if shipping was tied up all over the country with the latest round of floods and tornados. No excuse at all. He had to get his hands on some more lumber, but his thoughts kept sliding back to LuAnne.

A tall willowy blonde, she did not look like anyone's stereotype of a lawyer, but she had her J.D. degree and had been hired by old Clayton Winslow to help with the expanding legal business Sand Creek's recent burst of growth had sparked. She had city girl and high maintenance written all over her, but damn was she ever gorgeous. Pure sex on two mighty fine long, long legs. Bud had to envy Jesse more than a little just to date her. He'd be one lucky dude if he did win her.

Burton "Bud" Hart and Jesse Glenwood had been friends since they started kindergarten, now close to eighteen years ago. They'd climbed trees and gone through Cub Scouts together, played Little League baseball and worked on their first old clunker cars side by side. They'd double dated in high school and had kept in touch even though they hadn't managed to go to the same college.

Now, with educations completed, they were back in their home town getting ready to settle down in the businesses their fathers had started. In spite of both being popular and dating a variety of girls as they went through school, neither of them had found Ms. Right and begun a long term relationship--until now. It looked like Jesse was doing his best to convince LuAnne he was the right man for her, and so far his tactics seemed to be working.

Bud shook his head again. Hell, if she'd even look my way she'd have me eating out of her hand. I can't say I blame Jesse, but the timing sucks. Who am I gonna get to help me fine tune the Mustang for the big race at the county fair next month? Who's gonna go deer hunting with me in October? The rest of the guys we used to run with seem to have scattered like quail instead of coming home the way we did. I hardly know anyone our age here anymore.

His breath leaked out in a long sigh. Most of the girls they'd known in school were married now. The dateable women in Sand Creek could be counted on one hand with a finger or two left over--and not a one of the three appealed to him at all that way. Then LuAnne had shown up. But she was going to be Jesse's lady. As much as he might dream about or lust after her, Bud didn't poach in a friend's territory. Maybe he'd try on-line dating or start going to Denver on weekends. He slouched in the office chair, picked up the phone and began to dial some more numbers.

* * * *

LuAnne rolled her eyes, keeping an anxious watch on the door to her small office. If Clayton got back from court, she'd better not be on the phone, especially not with her new squeeze. She was sure Clayton could read the caller's identity off her face.

"Jesse honey, I've got to go. My boss will be back any minute and he'd better not catch me socializing instead of working! Yes, I know, I'm not a secretary or a clerk, but professionals have to act...well, professional. I'll see you at six. Love you, too."

She eased the phone down and tried to concentrate on the uninspiring case file that was the topmost in her in-box. This was so not what she'd expected to be doing once she was a real attorney. She'd had visions of defending innocent people wrongly accused, helping abused women obtain divorces and protective court orders, and maybe land a few big tort cases that would pay enough to clear her student loans in one fell swoop.

Instead, she was dealing with disputes over someone's cattle knocking down a fence and munching another farmer's haystack, a divorcing couple who couldn't agree on custody of their dog, and some real estate issues that were about as exciting as watching paint dry and weeds grow. Maybe coming to Sand Creek had not been her greatest idea ever. Except for Jesse.

The last thing she'd expected to find in the small town where she'd chosen to begin her legal career was Prince Charming. Well, Jesse wasn't exactly a prince but he sure beat the warty frogs and horny toads she'd been fighting off for a good ten years now. He hadn't even tried to get into her britches until they'd gone out several times. She'd begun to wonder if he was secretly gay or terminally shy when he started to make his first moves. Turned out he was just a gentleman. But once he got going, he made up for lost time. Oooo-eeee, did he ever! Just thinking about the weekend they'd recently spent in Denver had her wriggling in her chair with her panties soaked.

He had the rugged good looks of a cowboy or an outdoorsman, but Jesse was much more than that. He was heir to one of the most successful businesses in town, had gone to college in California and acquired a bit of sophistication, and knew how to make a woman feel cherished and very well loved. Oh, he was a real find. So far the big M word had not come up, but as long as she was getting enough big Os, she'd let that slide for awhile. They really had not discussed what he thought about two-career couples, whether he'd be okay with her really having a career and not just working at a mundane job until the kids came along. She'd invested too much in getting her degree to throw it aside, even for an almost Prince Charming, so she hoped he'd be tolerant.

* * * *

A big social event in Sand Creek was the monthly dinner dance hosted by the Elks Lodge. Everyone who was anyone in town had to go, and both Jesse Glenwood and Bud Hart fell into that category. Jesse picked LuAnne up at six at her apartment in one of the newer parts of town. She hadn't been sure what to wear, but asking Melody Mills, the main Gal Friday in the Winslow Law Office, hadn't helped much. Melody was Ms. Dowdy, a man-hating divorcee who seemed to hope no one would look twice at her. Melody had given an inelegant sniff and indicated it really didn't matter what one wore because as the new lady in town, LuAnne would be the center of attention in a burlap bag.

LuAnne had finally selected a simple dress, one which fit her nicely and was, by modern standards, quite demure. It wouldn't do to embarrass herself or Jesse by looking too outré to shock the locals. Jesse's appreciative smile indicated he approved of her choice. He handed her into his pickup with his usual gallantry but stole a kiss before he shut the door. It was a kiss that promised more later, once the duty socializing was over.

When they arrived, the parking lot was already more than half full, with dusty pickups and SUVs outnumbering the passenger cars two to one. LuAnne reminded herself this was Colorado and rural Colorado at that. In the winter, four-wheel-drive and a high clearance were almost essential. She waited for Jesse to come around and help her down, then walked into the hall on his arm.

Much as Melody had predicted, everyone turned to look at them. Quite a few of the women wore sour expressions, turning more so as their dates and spouses ogled LuAnne with blatant appreciation.

Well, damn it, can I help the fact I'm good looking? It's an accident of birth, ladies. I had nothing to do with it.

She resolved to ignore any catty remarks or shows of jealousy and have the best time she could. After all, when she was with one of the handsomest men in the place, she wasn't about to try to snare a guy who belonged to someone else.

But wait, just who was that? A man standing alone near the end of the bar caught her eye.

Oh, my God, I know there aren't any film stars around here, but he looks good enough to be one. Brad Pitt, eat your heart out!

Then she recognized him as Jesse's friend Bud. They'd been introduced but hadn't had a chance to get acquainted. Damn, he really cleaned up nicely! Although Jesse'd said Bud was his best friend, they hadn't seen much of him since they'd started dating a few weeks ago. Whether by accident or design, she wasn't sure, but she decided she'd do what she could to change it. Just as women needed their girlfriends, guys needed their buddies and she didn't want to come between Jesse and one of his if she could help it. From what Jesse had said, the two of them went back to early childhood and had been almost inseparable for years.

Apparently Bud was single, too, and he didn't seem to have a special lady. Really, it wouldn't hurt to keep tabs on him just in case things didn't work out with Jesse. Not that she was into cheating games or even hedging her bets, but a girl had to be practical. And if anything, he was even better looking and an inch or two taller than Jesse. His blue eyes would melt the polar icecaps if global warming didn't do it first. He had sandy, wheat-colored hair, just a little shaggy, and a pair of shoulders that barely fit through a standard door. If she'd met him first, things might even be different right now. But she hadn't and she practiced loving the guy you're with. Jesse was nice, good looking and an exciting lover. What more could she ask?

Unless it was two such guys. The naughty little voice in the back of her mind came up with the damnedest ideas! I won't listen. Shut up, you imp. I'm not sure I could handle a ménage! Although it might be fun to try...

Before the evening was over, LuAnne managed to get Bud to join them at one of the small tables surrounding the dance floor. The band, though local, was more than adequate. They played a mixture of golden-oldie rock, and country from old classics to more recent tunes. The danceable music assured the floor was seldom anywhere near vacant. Sand Creek folks seemed to like to dance.

When Jesse got up for a duty dance with one of his mother's recently divorced friends, LuAnne turned to Bud. "Come on, I can see you tapping your foot. Let's get out there and take a turn around the floor. I'm sure Jesse won't mind."

Bud slid his bright blue gaze to her face, carefully not looking at the draped cowl neckline of her dress, which really wasn't revealing but offered a glimpse at the upper edge of her cleavage, boosted by a very expensive bra she saved for special occasions.

"My pleasure," he said. He had a nice deep voice, very masculine and thoroughly appealing. Jesse's was a bit more in the tenor range, nice but not the baritone pitch that curled her toes.

One of her girlfriends had once said she could get off just listening to Sean Connery speak. All at once LuAnne realized what her friend had meant. There was something erotic about such voices--all male and totally sexy.

She kept the conversation casual as they danced, but managed to keep Bud talking. It was a slow number, and she edged closer as they circled the floor. When she realized he'd started to get hard, she smiled to herself. I'm not a tease but it's nice to know he's not as immune to me as he's pretended to be. It's too soon yet, but I will get both Jesse and Bud in my bed before I give this up. And I bet we'll set the sheets afire!

Something in Bud's face when he watched Jesse made her wonder, too. She doubted if he even recognized his feelings, but she'd swear there was more to it than simple friendship. Either that or she didn't know lust when she saw it. They'd probably both freak out completely if anyone suggested it, but deep down Bud wanted Jesse as well as his lady.

How intriguing!

I see all kinds of opportunities shaping up here but I have to play it very carefully.

* * * *

Before he took LuAnne back to their table, Bud was struggling to control a raging hard-on. She felt good in his arms and the scent of her perfume was going to his head like a stiff drink. Stiff... damn, don't even think about stiff. This is Jesse's girl. She's not coming on to me and even if she did, she's still Jesse's girl.

Jesse had just returned when they got back to the table from the far side of the dance floor. Bud tried to keep LuAnne in front of him so the pronounced bulge in his western cut trousers would not be too obvious. He pulled her chair out, stooping a little to make some slack in his pants, then dropped into his chair as quickly as he could.

LuAnne immediately turned to Jesse with a sweet smile and a flutter of her lashes. "Maybe we could have one more dance and then think about leaving?" She leaned toward him coquettishly and whispered something that made him blush. But he nodded, an unmistakably eager gleam in his hazel eyes.

Bud watched them with a sour ache of envy.

Yep, she's hot for Jesse all right, and he's more than willing to go along with her. In a little while they'll be wrapped up in each other's arms doing the horizontal two-step and I'll be going home alone to the same boring room in the folk's house where, aside from college, I've slept for too damn many years. By God, when Mom and Dad get home, I'm going to move out. I don't care how Mom carries on. I need my own place where I can take a lady home if I'm lucky enough to find one. Hell, I'm twenty-four years old!

Having made the decision eased his distress, but only a little. Jesse and LuAnne did dance once more, then took their leave. Bud sat there at the table feeling glum for another half hour, nursing a beer. At last he concluded that except for the two recent high school graduates who would be going off to college in the fall, both of whom were making calf eyes at him, there wasn't an eligible woman in the hall. A couple of eighteen-year-olds were really not his speed, still silly, giggling girls rather than women. Possibly even still jail bait. No way. He might be horny as an old goat, but he wasn't stupid. Looked like it would be mother thumb and her four daughters for him tonight--again.

Chapter 2

LuAnne led Jesse into her apartment holding his hand. Dancing had her heated up to a level where only a little foreplay would have her ready to explode. Jesse had proved adept at sensing her moods and desires, so she suspected he'd catch on quickly and they'd have a rollicking good time.

Once inside the door, she turned into his arms. He dragged her close and kissed her with barely banked hunger. "Oh, baby, you taste so good. I've been wanting to do this all evening, this and a lot more."

"I wanted it to, muffin. But let's play a game. I'll think of a number from one to ten, and if you can guess it, you get to take a garment off me. If you don't, I get to take one off you. The first one naked wins, right?"

He gave a throaty chuckle. "Baby, you have some great ideas."

She rubbed against him, all but purring. "What's the number, darling?"

"Seven."

"Oh, that was too easy, wasn't it?"

He reached out and plucked the flower on a tiny comb from her hair. The golden mass cascaded down over her shoulders like sunlit rain. "What's my number, sugar-pie?"

She pretended to think about it, almost sure it would be five, which was his favorite number. His birthday was May 5th. "I think maybe three," she said.

Laughing, and probably knowing she'd guessed wrong on purpose, he reached under her skirt to undo one side of her old fashioned hose. After he'd admitted early on to hating panty hose, she'd made a point to get several pairs of thigh-highs that came off easily, held up by a lacy garter belt. Often she wore no undies with them, and whispered this fact in his ear at some point while they were in public, knowing it would drive him crazy.

He released the garter from one leg and rolled the nylon slowly down her thigh, past her knee and then supported her while she stood on one foot to let him remove it. She slipped her now bare foot back into her stiletto sandal and peeked at him through her lashes. "My turn again."

"Eight."

"Nope, not even close." She slid down the decorative stone on his bola tie and lifted the braided leather cord over his head.

Before they finished the game they were both so hot they could hardly contain their urgency. Finally, both nude, they stumbled into the bedroom and fell across the bed. LuAnne didn't bother to flip down the ruffled spread.

They bounced once and in the next instant LuAnne wrapped her legs around Jesse and caught his shoulders to draw him close. His cock nudged at her pussy, wet with her eagerness. She wiggled until he found his way into her cunt and began the timeless dance of thrust and retreat in an accelerating rhythm. Before either of them came, he rolled, clasping her close, and lifted her atop him in the classic cowgirl position.

"I love to watch you like this," he explained. "Those luscious tits bounce, and I can see myself moving into you and almost out, then back in again while your eyes get unfocused and a blissful expression comes over your face. Just before you come, your eyes open real wide and your mouth makes an "O" and then I can feel you pulse around me. That takes me right over the edge, too."

Not all of his description seemed quite flattering but maybe he just didn't know the best words to use. There was no denying it felt marvelous, and she enjoyed taking control when she was on top. She could draw it out and make him wait until she'd extracted every possible sensation out of their fucking, felt him moving in her depths and the pressure on her G-spot, rubbed her clit against him when he was in the deepest, until she was ready to melt like butterscotch sauce all over his tanned, toned body.

"Oh, yes," she cried. "Oh, baby. Oh, my God!" Her climax came crashing over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy, and an instant later she felt him buck and spurt within her. They hadn't managed to be absolutely simultaneous yet but this was very close.

Weak with the outrush of energy, she let herself sink forward until she lay on his heaving chest, its curly dark hair tickling her breasts and throat. By squeezing gently she could hold his prick in her a bit longer, and it felt so good to do that, even after he went soft. Finally, she almost dozed off, and he slipped free. He turned onto his side, rolling her off his body, but gathered her close the same instant so she didn't even have time to chill where their moist bodies had been pressed together.

"You've got a birthday coming soon, sugar. I'd love to give you whatever you want, enact your most exotic secret fantasy. Tie me up, tie you up, fill the bathtub with ice cream--anything your little heart desires."

"Ice cream in the bathtub? You've got to be kidding! Oh, that's gross!"

"Yeah, that was s'posed to be a joke. But I'm serious, too. What would you really like that you've never dared to ask for, never thought you could actually have?"

This is my chance. It may be a mistake, but he did offer. Okay, I'm going to take the risk and go for it. "You promise not to be shocked? Not to be upset?"

"I offered in good faith, hon. If I can arrange it, I'll make it happen for you, just for you."

"I think this is going to sound awful, like I'm a real slut. But then I know some of my girlfriends have confessed to the same desire so maybe it isn't too over the top. I'd love to have not one gorgeous guy--you--but two bent on pleasing me. Three of us naked, maybe in a decadent hotel somewhere that has mirrors on the walls and ceilings so I can watch all of us getting it on. One of you eating me while the other plays with my tits. One of you fucking me in the cunt and the other in the ass, perhaps. And then I could suck two big hot cocks and ..." She sighed, so caught up in the fantasy she started to get all hot and bothered again.

Jesse's eyes went wide for an instant, but then he nodded, a slow grin spreading over his face. "You know, baby, that could be awesome. And I know just the guy to ask. I always heard Bud was a great lover and he hasn't got a steady girl right now. We've always done stuff together and helped each other out. I bet he'd do it. Would he be okay?"

LuAnne could hardly contain her delight but she knew she'd better act cool. "Why, yes, I guess so. He seems like a really nice guy, a gentleman just like you are. He was kind of shy when we danced, maybe because he knows I'm your lady, but there wasn't a woman in the place who wasn't watching him. He's--well, almost as sexy as you."

After she spoke, she watched his face closely for a moment. Did I play that subtly enough? Gee, I hope so. I don't want to upset him or make him feel threatened, but he did make the first suggestion.

Jesse, still grinning, got a faraway look on his face, and she would have sworn he was visualizing the whole scene and getting turned on by it just as she was. Of course they ended up doing it again before they fell asleep, and she was satisfied in every respect. This whole scheme was going to work out better and sooner than she would ever have dared to dream.

* * * *

When his phone rang two days later, Bud recognized Jesse's number on the caller ID.

Hmmm, wonder what he's calling about? I guess I owe him one for getting me that lumber though. If it's something I can do, I will. I miss doing things together like we used to. If I had a lady we could double date like we did the summer between junior and senior year when we were taking Mari and Terrie Fentress out. Oh, man, we had some good times that summer.

"Hey, Jess, how's it going? What can I do for you?"

On the other end, Jesse cleared his throat. When he started to talk he stammered a bit, which he hadn't done in years. "I--I--I've got a big favor to ask. You're going to think I've lost my marbles for good this time, I expect. It's...well, the other night I asked LuAnne what her secret fantasy was, you know, in the bedroom. I told her I wanted to let her have it for her birthday."

He paused, cleared his throat again and then went on. "And she said...well, she'd always wanted to have two hunky guys--her words--making love to her at the same time. I guess there's no way I can divide myself into two, so you were the first person that came to mind. You don't have a lady who'll get upset and jealous, and LuAnne wouldn't, hell she couldn't be hard for a guy to get excited about."

Oh, my God. Bud sucked in a deep breath and made an effort to quiet his erratic heartbeat. His voice came out hoarse when he finally found it. "You sure about this, Jess? I mean it's awfully personal, and for the rest of your life you're going to know I've been with your lady. Yeah, both of us there together, but still. Can you handle that? I'm not saying I won't or can't or anything, but hell, man, this is really way out there."

"I know." Jess sounded almost mournful. "I don't know anybody else to ask, anybody else I trust, and I promised her I'd do whatever she wants. Hell, we've shared about everything else, so I think I can handle it."

"Let me think about it a day or two, okay? I'll prob'ly say yes but I've got to be sure I can handle it, too. We aren't going to try to do this here in town are we?"

"Oh no. I figured I'd fly Lou out to Vegas for the Labor Day weekend. Get a suite in one of those high roller places. I can afford it and she's worth it. I'll pay for your space, too. You know, one of those with a couple of bedrooms and a...what do they call it, sitting room? Dumb name but, anyway, almost like an apartment."

"Have you made the reservations yet?"

"No, I was figuring to do that maybe tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

Bud hung up, his hand shaking so hard it was difficult to get the phone in the cradle. The jumble of images flashing through his mind had him sweating. LuAnne in all her glory and him and Jesse--all naked on a big fancy bed, maybe one of those round or heart shaped ones, with mirrors up above. Holy shit.

The truth was, there'd been times he'd come awfully close to making a pass at Jesse. Scared of destroying their friendship, he never had, but it didn't mean he hadn't thought about it. Finally, he'd gotten to where he avoided any physical contact for fear of betraying those troublesome longings.

Could he keep that under control? Would he need to? Hell, they'd probably both be naked. He'd seen Jess in the nude--skinny dipping in a stock tank when they were kids, in the high school locker room when they played football--but not as an adult, a fully developed man. This is going to be a challenge to beat 'em all!

He wanted to yell and whoop, to beat his head on the desk in despair, to do anything but agree to his best friend's off the wall request, but he already knew what his answer was going to be. If he focused on LuAnne maybe it would work. She was a real babe and she did turn him on, almost as much as the thought of Jesse bare and aroused did. He'd make it work, but God almighty, it was going to be the toughest thing he'd ever done.

Chapter 3

Bud stooped, feeling claustrophobic as he always did in a plane. Steeling himself, he made his way down the confining aisle of the jet bound for Las Vegas. He squinted at the numbers and letters marking the rows. His seat was supposed to be 18C, which would be on the aisle. He found it--and found Jesse already in the 18A window seat with LuAnne in the middle.

Oh shit, it's starting already.

"We were afraid you'd stood us up! You're almost the last one on the plane." LuAnne looked up at him with a pretty little pout. "That would have spoiled half the fun."

"I do what I say I'll do. I wouldn't welsh on you." The echo of his words sounded just as grumpy as he felt. How did I ever let myself get talked into something so crazy?

He shoved his bag into the overhead, slouched into his seat with hunched shoulders, and lowered his head, eyes shut tight. Although he didn't like to fly at all, he hated take offs and landings the worst. Once they were airborne he could kind of veg out and read, nap, or slap on his headphones and listen to something on his i-Pod. Well, normally he could. He'd bet this time though that LuAnne would overflow with chirpy conversation and a "let's get better acquainted" twenty questions game, which wouldn't let him have a moment's peace.

Damn her and damn Jesse and damn me, too. I'm twenty kinds of an idiot to even be here.

When the plane finally rolled out to prepare for take-off, LuAnne took Jesse's right hand and Bud's left. "I hate this part," she confessed. "Hold on tight and maybe I can get through it without being sick or screaming. Once we're up I'll be okay, but this is so scary. I was in a plane once that never lifted, just ran off the end of the runway into a hangar or something. I was only a kid but I never forgot those horrible minutes. It was just awful!"

A sneaky little thread of sympathy took root in Bud's chest. "Me, too," he admitted. "Take offs and landings are the most dangerous times. I read that somewhere."

For a moment he gazed down at their clasped hands. We look like some fucking new age prayer circle or something. But he had to admit it felt pretty good. LuAnne's hand was small and warm, curled in his clasp as trustingly as that of a child. Glancing across, he saw that Jesse gazed out the window in grim silence as the ground began to swoosh past. Bud figured Jesse was trying to be cool but the tension in his friend's shoulders gave him away. He was scared, too. They'd both flown some while off to college but they were neither one easy with it.

Once they had reached cruising altitude, the three of them relaxed. Before long Bud had forgotten he didn't want to talk. He and Jesse competed in telling outrageous tales about things they'd done as kids. LuAnne's merry laugh rewarded and encouraged them.

"You guys must have had so much fun. I'm envious. I was a city girl and missed out on so many of the fun things country kids get to do. And being best friends for so long is wonderful, too. We moved too often for me to enjoy that. You're both so blessed."

Before Bud knew it, the plane was descending into the Nevada desert. He almost forgot to be nervous this time. It seemed like Jesse and LuAnne did, too. However, a few butterflies began to flutter in Bud's belly as they approached the next stage of their escapade. Before they got to the big casino hotel, he'd started to get grumpy again. What are people going to think when we all go to the same room?

* * * *

LuAnne let Jesse tend to the business of checking them in. He'd made the reservations after all and this was his treat for her birthday. She slid a glance at Bud. He stood, tight jawed and stone faced, as if pretending he was all by himself. With a small inward smile, she vowed she'd have him loosened up in no time once they got upstairs.

The three of them walked to the elevator with the bellman in tow and rode up to the so-called honeymoon suite on the penthouse level. The bellman never batted an eye as he gallantly unlocked the door, motioned them in, and then delivered their luggage. The fact they had all packed light didn't seem to faze him either. In a place like this, the man had probably seen everything anyway. He'd be pretty shock-proof--probably even if by chance he came upon the three of them intertwined on the bed.

When the bellman left, she looked around the sitting room area. It seemed rather bland, typical hotel fair, but then Jesse turned toward one of the doors and flung it wide. She went to the doorway only to pause with a gasp. The room reeked of sex and cheesy romance. Everything was in shades of red and pink, lots of crystal and glitter, roses everywhere and, yes--there really were mirrors on the ceiling.

"Oh, my God!"' Two masculine voices blended with hers in the expression of shock. "Can you believe this?"

Bud actually turned pale. "Holy shit, it looks like someone's mad vision of a high class whore house. Don't tell me people sleep in here. I guess it would be all right for sex, but only if you kept your eyes closed so you won't be blinded. Jesse, what the hell were you thinking? Did you see a picture before you made the reservation?"

LuAnne's gaze flashed to Jesse. He looked a bit stunned, too. He opened and shut his mouth several times as if he'd suddenly turned mute before any words emerged. "I--unh--no, they just said it was a setting made for heated romance."

She couldn't hold back the laughter any longer but after a moment she calmed down. "I think it's perfect for what we have in mind! We're going to be utterly decadent and wanton, aren't we?"

With more boldness than she really felt, she sashayed across to the vast circular bed covered in fuchsia velvet and sat on the edge, hiking her slim skirt to display her legs almost up to the crotch. "Come on'a my house," she purred in her best sex goddess imitation. "You'd better get glad to see me about now, both of you."

Jesse cut his gaze to Bud, who looked back at him.

"It's your party, baby, so you call the shots."

She scooted back farther onto the bed, found some of the many pillows and propped them behind her back. "Let me see some skin, some masculine pulchritude and bare pecs."

"Pulcher-what? Sounds like a breed of draft horses." Bud glared at her for a moment. "Quit throwing those fancy lawyer-words around, lady. I'm just a country boy."

Jesse guffawed. "You must have been asleep in those English lit classes. I'm sure the word cropped up a time or two in some of the elegant love poems. It means beauty as related to sexiness and attractiveness. I know that even if I'm a county boy, too."

With a show of bravado, Jesse began to unbutton his shirt. Bud had no choice then but to do the same. They both started to disrobe with quick, jerky movements, no grace, finesse or attitude.

"Oh, come on, you can do better than that, guys. Haven't you ever watched the Chippendales or any of the male revues? I know they have some in Denver."

"Do I look like someone who'd go watch a male revue? Give me a break." Bud's face had regained normal color and now went red. He threw down his shirt and planted his fists on his hips.

Meanwhile Jesse had dropped his shirt but crossed the room to fiddle with a control panel. After a moment, music began to pour from speakers scattered around the room. It wasn't "Night Train" but something with a similar beat and mood.

"Hey, that's better. I know you both dance. Get the beat and strut your stuff." She reached up and undid a few buttons of her blouse, letting it gap to reveal one of her special occasion bras, the push-up kind that made a "B" cup look like a "D". Two pairs of masculine eyes slid down to her cleavage, even as both men tried to pretend they hadn't noticed.

But about then, something changed. They began to get into the spirit of the thing. Jesse undid his belt buckle and did a few bumps and grinds before he lowered the zipper on his jeans and let them slide down. With a show of coyness, Bud turned his back to undo his belt, but that view wasn't bad either. His pants lowered to reveal a nice tight and rounded ass, muscular but inviting. LuAnne looked, and also noticed how Jesse looked, too.

"Take it off, take it off," she chanted. "Take it all off!"

Laughing now in spite of red faces, they both shed their shoes, socks and shorts. Two cocks bobbed as they continued a burlesque dance to the sexy music. Watching them, LuAnne began to get hot now. They were definitely two luscious-looking specimens, and for the evening they were both hers and hers alone.

Well, hers and maybe each other's.

They've been buddies all their lives. Surely they've seen each other nude before. What's with the hungry eyes? Did I paint myself into a corner here where I'm going to be the odd gal out? Gee, I hope not! But Gawd, it's making me hot to see them getting into it this way. Wow, the three of us are going to have one sizzling time. I can just feel it. It's working even better than I hoped!

With that thought, she slid off the bed and stepped out to join them. Once she gained a spot between them, she began to do her own version of a striptease with every bit of attitude and come-get-me she could muster. It wasn't long before she had their complete attention.

Moving with a sinuous belly-dancer's glide, she backed toward the bed. She still had on her bra, hose and garter belt. The big chiffon scarf she'd worn around her neck now formed a kind of sarong. It fluttered to alternately conceal and reveal as she danced. When her legs hit the edge of the mattress, she let herself fall backward into the embrace of the plush bedding.

She released the front clasp of her bra and let the scarf flutter to the floor. Within seconds, Bud landed on her left and Jesse on her right. Their avid gazes focused on her stiff nipples, on the neat triangle of tight curls between her legs, and on the lips she licked, knowing she left them with a moist shine with just the tip of her tongue visible.

"What do you want first, sugar?" Jesse asked. "We want to please you, but you have to tell us how. We're your love slaves tonight, so play the mistress."

Jesse sounded kind of silly, but that was almost what she'd said she wanted, so she had to play the game.

"I want you to kiss me all over, one starting with my head and the other with my feet. Slow is the watchword here. You need to awaken and arouse every inch of my body."

With that, she shut her eyes and waited to see if she could tell which one was which by their lips and the way they followed her instructions. Jesse's kisses were familiar, but Bud's were not. That might be her big clue right there.

A strong masculine hand closed around her left ankle, and a moist tongue slid silkily between her big toe and the next one. Warm breath feathered across her brow, followed by the butterfly caress of lips, so light a touch she could barely feel it, yet the kiss was utterly sensuous and arousing. A purring sigh escaped her parted lips. Four hands stroked and rubbed, four lips kissed, and two tongues licked. Delicious!

Chapter 4

Starting at opposite ends and working toward each other over LuAnne's tempting body, Jesse and Bud inevitably ended up face to face. Later Bud had to wonder if she'd set them up, but at the time he had nothing left for thought. Closing on either side of her belly-button, his hand and Jesse's bumped together. He lifted his head from a teasing tongue-foray around the small neat indentation and found his face mere inches from Jesse's. For a heartbeat or two they looked into each other's eyes, once again, just inches apart.

It seemed the most natural thing in the world to close the slight distance and seal his lips to Jesse's.

What followed was a heated, open-mouthed kiss, tongues dueling and lips clinging. Then LuAnne moved, only slightly, but enough to break through their entranced concentration. Jesse rocked back on his heels, an expression of total shock morphing into bliss coloring his face. Bud knew he must be wearing a similar look.

"Wow," Jesse murmured. "Where'd that come from? I'm not complaining but, man, what a surprise! You're a hell of a kisser."

"You kissed me as much as I kissed you." Bud had to protest because it had been mutual, he was pretty sure. He wasn't about to take all the credit or the blame.

"Ahem..." LuAnne's gentle reminder recalled both men's attention back to her. "That's okay, we can all three play, but it's my birthday party."

Bud managed to regain his aplomb first. "So it is, sweetheart. If you want to roll over we can repeat the maneuver on the reverse side. Your pretty little bottom gives 'kiss my ass' a whole new appeal."

* * * *

She did and he did, very thoroughly. Before they were done with her back, she was wiggling in distress, so painfully hot she could hardly stand it. She couldn't see without twisting around into a pretzel, but something told her their hands were busy, and not just with her. The idea of the two men teasing each other made her even hotter.

When they both paused in their kissing and licking of her, she flipped over to watch them. Jesse had his hand wrapped around Bud's burgeoning erection and Bud was running two fingers down the crack of Jesse's ass.

Almost positive this was the first time they'd ever given in to their attraction in spite of the life-long friendship, she decided to encourage it. "Oh, you guys are really lighting my fire. I've never gotten to see men touch each other this way before. Let me see you kiss again. I missed the first time."

When they did as she asked, a new rush of heat shot through her. "You look so sexy, playing with one another. Two hunks in lust. I love it!"

"Are you excited enough yet baby, or do you need some more foreplay?" Jesse asked her.

"I'm hotter than a Saturday night special," she admitted. "What I'd like now is for one of you to eat me and then the other. I bet I can climax more than once with the right stimulation."

The two men looked at each other. "You go ahead," Bud said to Jesse. "You already know what she likes best. I'll watch and learn."

* * * *

Bud sat back as Jesse caught LuAnne's ankles and spread her legs apart enough he had room to kneel between them. Damn that woman has legs. They go on forever and then turn into a totally amazing ass. For a slender lady, she has great curves.

Jesse bent forward, rested his hands atop her thighs, then feathered his thumbs down into the silky pale hair cresting her mound and running down along her pussy. After a moment, he gently spread her labia until the moist pink slit between them became clearly visible. She shifted on the bed, restless in her arousal.

"Come on," she begged. "I'm in agony!"

At that, Jesse leaned over and ran the tip of his tongue from just above her clit right down across her cunt to her ass. Then he shifted just enough to do it again. She reached to clasp her hands around his head, then grasped his ears in a firm grip. After that he began to tongue her vigorously, circling her clit and thrusting into her cunt. Her whole body trembled, peaked nipples tightened and grew even more prominent, and she gasped out whimpered moans with every breath.

In spite of the titillating sight of LuAnne, now one very aroused example of womanhood, Bud's gaze slipped frequently to Jesse as well. He watched the muscles shift beneath the other man's tanned skin, noticed the way his dark hair curled at the edges, around his ears and at the back of his neck. He followed the line of Jesse's legs up to his tight, hard ass and suddenly visualized himself there behind Jesse, rubbing oil along the crack between his cheeks and then...

Oh, my God. Yeah, I've thought about sucking his cock, but fucking him that way? Whoa. I knew this was going to be hard but it's getting harder all the time, and so am I.

He turned his gaze resolutely back to LuAnne just in time to see her arch, nearly lifting clear of the mattress a second before she screamed aloud and ground her pussy against Jesse's face.

When she went limp, Jesse rocked back on his heels and then turned to get off the bed. Bud saw his friend had a hard-on. Bud bit his tongue on the offer, "I'll take care of that for you." But in a few minutes that hard purplish-red cock would probably be finding relief in LuAnne's golden snatch.

LuAnne lay still for a long time, breathing in deep panting gasps. Finally she opened her eyes and sat up. "Wow, that was amazing. Bud, are you ready to take a turn? I'm not sure how much more I can handle but I'm loving it so far. I knew this would be fantastic and it is! Oh, I wish I could take a video and send it to my girlfriends. They'd be so envious and mad at me for taking more than my quota of the hunk population."

She reached up with both hands and lifted her hair back from her face. Loose now, it flowed down over her shoulders with stray locks curling around her breasts and offering taunting peeks at her rosy nipples and areolas. Stretching her arms toward him, she held both hands out to Bud. Her eyes held a teasing sparkle. "You did such a great job a while ago that I know having you lick me is going to be marvelous. Show me your best, okay?"

It ought to take my mind off Jesse. I can hardly think about him when my face is stuck in a sexy woman's pussy, when the taste and scent of her arousal is right there, all around me. Damn it, I wish I knew if he was as hot for me as I've been for him.

Resting at the very edge of the bed, he began by messaging LuAnne's slim white feet and then worked his way up her legs. They really were fine legs. He could look at them for an hour. It seemed like he moved very slowly but suddenly he was right there. Soft pale curls still glistening with her juices coaxed him. Pink flesh glimpsed beyond the silky bush enticed. He stooped to blow softly across the tender, sheltered skin, inhaling the tempting aroma of her sex.

She shivered and wiggled. "Yes, oh yes. That's wonderful, but I want more."

"Patience, baby. I'm on my way. Relax and enjoy."

About that time, he realized Jesse was no longer kneeling to one side but was smack dab behind him. Then he felt the tentative touch of two masculine hands, kneading and squeezing his ass. It felt a little strange but good, actually better than good. Make it very, very good.

He couldn't resist the urge to wiggle a little and press back against those hesitant caresses. Jesse seemed to get the message. The next thing Bud felt was a fingertip slipping down the crack, brushing past his anus and then scratching lightly just behind his balls.

A shiver of pure delight coursed through him. He raised his head from LuAnne's wet heat just long enough to offer some encouragement over his shoulder. "I'll give you about a week to stop that. Oh God, it feels so good."

Bending back down, he swiped his tongue along LuAnne's moist, heated slit and finally stroked once and again directly across her clit. Her whole body jumped as if from an electric shock. She tasted good, too. Finally, he slipped two fingers into her channel and worked them back and forth while he sucked on her clit with the most gentle pressure he could. The combination shot her right into another orgasm, one which seemed even more powerful than the previous ones. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she clutched them with a squeal so loud he hoped the suite had good soundproofing lest someone call for security.

Then, while she recovered, he gave his whole attention to what Jesse was doing. Warm lips feathered across his ass cheeks and the hot breeze of an exhaled breath tickled the sensitive skin around his hole. A wet finger circled the tight opening and then very slowly eased in. Bud's muscles clenched involuntarily.

Jesse withdrew the digit. "Did I hurt you? Oh man, I didn't mean to."

"Nooooo. Trust me. It didn't hurt. Don't stop."

In answer to that Jesse leaned closer and again kissed both cheeks. Then a moist tongue trailed slowly down Bud's crack, back up, and down once more. The tip tickled very gently around Bud's opening, the most exquisite sensation he could ever recall. Shivers danced up and down his spine and his cock twitched. Wow, oh man. I didn't realize I had all those nerves.

LuAnne chose that moment to return to life. When she sat up, Jesse gave Bud's ass one last kiss, then straightened, leaving Bud feeling almost bereft.

He wanted to explore those new sensations some more. But there'll be time. We aren't anywhere near done yet. Right now it's LuAnne's party so I'll let her call the shots.

* * * *

"Okay the next act is about to begin." LuAnne giggled. "What if I take care of both of you? One fuck me and I'll suck the other?"

"Works for me," Jesse said.

"She's your lady. You go ahead and choose," Bud offered. "I'll take the second choice."

LuAnne settled that issue, too. Twisting around, she planted herself comfortably on her knees and arms, then wiggled her butt suggestively in front of Jesse. "I'm wagging my tail for you, muffin."

He moved in closer, grasped her hips with his two strong hands and lifted her a little bit higher. It was hard, she discovered, to concentrate on two men, two different acts. Bud had moved around to lie in front of her, his rigid cock quivering with each heartbeat, dark and tempting as a taste of rich chocolate.

His eyes, though half shut, fixed on her. She thought he watched her tits jiggle, as she licked her lips and got ready to take her first taste of him. A good part of the time, she could read Jesse's thoughts from his face but Bud was trickier. He'd be a good poker player. Mostly, like now, he gave little away.

She reached with one hand and walked her fingers up his thigh. The tense muscle quivered the least bit but otherwise he waited, impassive. As she neared the base of his cock, she made a small detour downward to run one fingertip over his balls, scratching with the very lightest possible pressure, feeling her nail catch on the pebbled skin. The small tremors increased.

For a moment she had to stop as Jesse's dick began to work its way into her cunt, just the head first and then farther, deeper. Her inner walls clenched and released, still hyper-sensitized from both men going down on her. It would not take too long to bring her to the pinnacle again. Could she manage to suck Bud at the same time? She wanted to.

Lowering her head, she brushed her lips across the head of his cock, flicked her tongue out to catch the tiny bead of moisture that sparkled like a diamond over the slit. This time he sucked in a sharp breath, the first sign he'd given that she was getting to him. She widened her mouth and took him in, working the edges of the cap with her tongue and lips before she bobbed down to take him deeper into her mouth, almost into her throat. Keeping tight suction with her lips, she pulled back and then dropped forward again, taking as much of his substantial length as she could.

Jesse was now fucking her powerfully, each driving thrust stroking her g-spot, reaching deep into her. She had Bud clasped in one hand, but the other, fisted in the bedspread, clenched until her fingers ached. That slight pain helped her stay focused. She bobbed and sucked, felt Bud begin to buck against her mouth as his balls tightened and his prick seemed to grow even thicker, longer and harder.

They all came almost as one. Jesse bellowed as he erupted inside of her. Bud groaned as he came in her mouth, a spurt so intense it almost lifted her clear of him. And she, too, came, spasms of delight surging down from womb to opening, milking Jesse of every drop of fluid he could release.

Jesse and LuAnne dropped together, he to one side as he pulled free of her while she collapsed across Bud's chest, heaving with his effort to catch his breath. Her weight didn't seem to bother him but even if it had she wasn't sure she could move right then.

Wow, that was the most colossal experience I've ever had. Jesse really did give me a hell of a birthday present! And having Bud here makes it just about perfect.

That was the last thing she really sensed or thought for awhile. She might not have quite fallen asleep, but if she didn't, she sure wasn't awake and aware. She drifted off into a netherworld of fantasy and dreams which were no more fabulous than the last few hours of real life.

* * * *

The three awoke some time later, well after sundown since the windows in the sitting room showed black sky and, far below, the maze of blazing lights that characterized Sin City. After they each took a shower and dressed, they wandered down to check out the casino, have a couple of drinks, and eat a belated dinner.

Bud had almost forgotten his nervousness now. It felt too good to be able to touch both these special friends. After all they had shared, it seemed perfectly right and natural. He soon recognized that if anyone wondered at the sight of three attractive young people, walking with arms around each other or hands clasped, they didn't say anything or even look askance. Since he was fair, he and LuAnne could almost pass for siblings. That made Jesse the odd man out, yet half the time he and Bud walked with hands clasped, and LuAnne tucked under the outside arm of first one and then the other. They laughed at nonsensical things like kids as they enjoyed the new camaraderie they shared. Midnight came and went before they decided to go back upstairs.

"We probably ought to get some sleep," Jesse said as he unlocked the door to the suite. "I'm really not tired but maybe it just hasn't hit me yet."

LuAnne yawned. "Well, I'm tired. It's been fantastic and I'm not ready to give up and go home yet, but I do need a few hours' sleep."

"You guys take the brothel room and I'll go on into the other," Bud offered.

"No way," Jesse protested. "Aren't we in this together?"

"That's right," LuAnne seconded. "The bed's big enough for all three of us and there's no reason why we can't share it."

Bud gave in, and not with any real reluctance. There might not be another time like this, so why shouldn't he make the most of it? He'd only spent a whole night in bed with another person a couple of times in his life, but it felt mighty good to have LuAnne's sleek warmth tucked against his side and Jesse's hand on his shoulder.

What was love but just a few more layers of friendship stacked together? And what was good sex but an effort to express feelings too deep and too intense for words?

It doesn't feel like I'm losing a friend anymore but gaining a new one and taking the old friendship to a new level.

He rode that contentment into sleep.

Chapter 5

LuAnne awoke, feeling much too warm and confined. She tried to stretch but there was no room to do it. After a moment she remembered everything the three of them had done the previous afternoon and evening. Wow, did we really do all that? She giggled softly at the recollection. Then she recognized Jesse lay on her left and Bud on her right, both of them with arms across her. No wonder she felt almost claustrophobic. They were both so big.

About that time the two men also began to wake up.

"I need to go pee," she said. "Can you let me out?"

Bud guffawed. "What, are you a pup that has to go outside to do its business?"

She smacked him. "You know what I mean--I'm being held a prisoner here between you two hulking brutes."

Jesse looked at her with a mock mournful expression. "Last night we were hunks. Now we're just hulks. I'm really hurt."

She smacked him, too. "Let me up before I wet the bed!"

That got them both to move. She scooted to the nearest edge and headed for the bathroom. She was sure there was another off the other bedroom so she took her time and decided another shower was in order. Let them wait. Why did they have to go and get all big brotherly on her? Darn smart asses. She'd show them. It was probably just their masculine way of dealing with the potential embarrassment of waking up in a tangle like a basketful of puppies, but they could have been a little more cool about it.

As she stood under the stinging spray of warm water, she ran her hands over her body and remembered the slick glide of two tongues, the butterfly kisses and the strokes, squeezes and caresses she'd enjoyed. It had definitely been the most sensuous and thrilling experience she'd ever known, no matter what went on today. If the two guys felt a need to retreat, she'd let them but only after she'd done her best to get them back into the magic for at least a little bit longer.

She was sore in several spots but not in a bad way, just a lingering tenderness some more gentle loving would probably soothe right away. If she could, she'd really like to get Bud to fuck her. He might not want to go that far but perhaps she could persuade him. She'd even like to see them pleasure each other more than they had. The first barriers had been breached, but she sensed they were still not quite comfortable with expressing the deeper physical side of their affection for each other. She'd work on that today.

* * * *

Bud stretched and then swung his legs off the bed. "Lu had a point. I need to take a leak, myself. There's probably a second bath off the other bedroom. Let me go see." He didn't quite look at Jesse as he spoke but glimpsed the other man's muscled, nude body out of the corner of his eyes. The sight stirred him in spite of his vague intentions to back off until he was sure they were both okay with this new aspect to their friendship.

"Holler if you find one. Looks like LuAnne is going to camp in this one. I can't hold out much longer either."

"I guess it's a good thing we don't have two ladies with us, then."

Jesse's laugh followed him out of the room. A moment later he located the needed facility. After he did his business, he called back to Jesse. "Yeah, there's another bath over here. It isn't as fancy but all the necessary stuff is here. As soon as you're done, I'm going to take a shower."

"Go ahead," Jesse said as he appeared in the doorway. "I might even join you."

That got Bud's attention. His head swiveled around so fast he almost popped his neck. "Are you serious?"

Jesse shrugged. "Why not? We used to shower together in the locker room after a game, all of us guys in the big stall with the shower heads all around. The worst that happened was sneaking looks to see who was hung the best. Most of the time I think it was you except maybe when Bennie Goykovich was there."

Involuntarily Bud's glance dropped to Jesse's crotch. "Well, you caught up with me for sure. Without a tape measure or something I'm not sure which one of us has the bragging rights now."

Jesse shrugged. "It doesn't matter, does it? We both have a package that'll do the job. LuAnne doesn't have any complaints and I never heard your ladies did either." He reached to turn the water on and stepped into the generous tub and shower area. After a moment, Bud joined him.

They scrubbed each other's backs and scuffled around a bit, recalling those old days in the locker room and the horseplay a bunch of teenagers indulged in. They'd been careful then to keep it asexual, maybe a few sly remarks but no touching and nothing that would get anyone labeled a queer, a fag or any other rude and hurtful term.

Bud realized suddenly those crude, insulting words of long ago carried no impact anymore. It didn't matter what anyone else might think or say about them. This was strictly between him and Jesse, and nobody else's opinion meant a rat's ass. Except LuAnne's, but she certainly hadn't complained last night. In fact she'd seemed to enjoy watching the two of them and claimed it made her even hotter.

He reached out and put his hands on Jesse's shoulders, feeling the slick wet heat beneath his palms. "I'd like to suck you," he said. "I've thought about it a hundred times and never dared to offer, but I'm not afraid anymore."

Jesse gazed back at him steadily for several heartbeats. "I'd like that, too," he said finally.

Bud turned the spray away from them. Then he dropped to his knees and grasped Jesse's cock in one hand. He took his time, feeling the weight and texture of it, the latent power as it grew and stiffened in his clasp. After a few moments he opened his mouth and eased down over as much of it as he could. The taste was slightly salty, a hint of the soap they'd washed with, and a subtle flavor uniquely Jesse. It was good.

He didn't rush it, remembering what he liked when he'd had a woman go down on him, and tried to do the same things. In a few moments, Jesse was grabbing at the rails, groaning as his legs began to tremble. All at once he came, a sudden explosive spurt catching Bud by surprise although he should have recognized the signs. At the last instant, Jesse tried to pull away but Bud held him and took the sticky burst of fluid without reluctance. Jesse leaned back against the wall for a moment, eyes shut, chest heaving.

Finally he looked at Bud, a slow grin building across his face. "That was one fine blowjob, an outstanding one in fact. Would you like me to return the favor?"

"I'd love it."

Jesse knelt before him and almost did an instant replay. He copied each move Bud had made with him. It didn't take long before Bud was also grabbing the hand holds and struggling to stay on his feet as his legs went weak beneath him. He didn't try to withdraw as he felt the climax coming on and Jesse didn't hesitate, sucking him until the last spasm was over.

After Bud caught his breath, he drew Jesse to his feet and into a fierce embrace. "I'm not sure now why we both fought this off so long. I was thinking last night just before I fell asleep how what we call love is just another layer or two of friendship and it's not exclusive based on gender or anything else. And sex, when it's making love and not just screwing around for your own selfish pleasure is just a way to express those deepest feelings for a special person. I don't know about you but I'm good with this. Things haven't changed between us that much but we've added a new dimension to our friendship."

Jesse nodded. "You're right and I'm glad we took the step. Maybe we owe LuAnne something for her part in getting us to this point."

"Darn right you do."

They both jumped and turned to face the unexpected entry into their conversation. LuAnne stood in the doorway with one of the hotel's huge bath sheets draped toga style around her body. She smiled at them impartially, an impish sparkle in her eyes.

"So you did it, broke through the old prejudice and fear barrier and admitted what you've both kept bottled up for half a lifetime! Thank golly! I foresee a lot more fun times for the three of us.

Jesse reached out through the half-open glass door and caught LuAnne's hand. "Come on in, the water's fine and so are a few other things."

Laughing, she dropped the towel and stepped into the tub. "You can say that again. I could look at the two of you all day, and watching you go down on each other just now was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. Got me all hot and bothered. What can the three of us do in a shower? Let's find out."

"You were there all the time, watching us?" Jesse sounded surprised. "You never made a sound."

"Not quite all. You'd just knelt to start Bud's blowjob. And I did make a little noise, couldn't help myself. But you guys were too deep into it to notice anything except each other. It was just wicked cool. I really enjoyed watching you."

With LuAnne the filling in their sandwich, they stood wrapped in one another's arms. Bud pressed himself against her sweet ass, letting his cock enjoy the sensation of nestling there in the snug crease between her cheeks. Jesse had one arm holding LuAnne close to his body and the other looped around Bud's waist. The water splashed unheeded over them, slicking skin and warming bodies already growing aroused by the comfortable but exciting contacts.

LuAnne wiggled a little, letting Bud know she felt his prick and inviting even more intimacy. Amazingly he was getting hard again already. He reached around and tweaked her left nipple, feeling it stiffen at once in response. Jesse bent to kiss LuAnne and then leaned past her to press his mouth to Bud's. The contact sent liquid fire surging through his blood.

Ye gods, the three of us are dynamite! It doesn't get any better than this. LuAnne might be Jesse's girl but she's special to me, too. This amazing new friendship and sharing with both of them is one of the greatest gifts I've ever received.

Deirdre O'Dare

Deirdre O'Dare, who also writes milder (roughly PG-13 rated) romance as Gwynn Morgan, has loved reading and writing since early childhood. Writing came naturally to Deirdre/Gwynn, who scribed her first simple verse at age eight. An avid reader, she devoured hundreds of books while growing up and later as an adult. Somewhere along the way she found romance and then romance with more explicit and detailed love scenes. "Ah ha," said she, "I think I have found my niche!" In the last decade after leaving her "day job" as a civilian employee of the U. S. Army, she finally settled into romantic fiction writing as a second career. Deirdre has a growing number of shorts and novellas, all published by Amber Heat.

With Irish and Welsh ancestry on both sides of her family, Deirdre has always been enthralled by the history and customs of the Celtic peoples as they have come down to us. The Mother Goddess idea particularly resonates with her as well as the notion that physical expressions of love between consenting couples are both a divine gift and a sacred duty to honor the Mother. Deirdre admits her favorite heroes are cops, cowboys and Celts.

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