Not Too Tall to Love (9 page)

“We go home, have a few drinks. And plan how to
win her back.”

But by the time they arrived at their house
Corey could tell Derek was still mentally beating himself up. Instead of his
usual confident demeanor, he seemed to have shrunk inside himself. He seemed
somehow shorter, frailer,
older
than he’d been just a
handful of hours earlier. He certainly didn’t seem like a man who’d just
effortlessly hiked the Blue Ridge Trail.

“Come to bed,” said Corey. “Let me love you.”

Corey sat Derek on the side of the bed, pulling
his shirt off and gently kissing his flat, round nipples.

He undid Derek’s shoes and pulled them off with
his socks, and sucked his toes.

Then he rolled Derek onto the bed and pulled
his pants and underwear off.

“Don’t be so kind with me. I’ve messed up.
We’ve found the perfect woman for us and I’ve pissed her off. We’ve lost her
now and it’s
all my
fault,” groaned Derek.

“Sshh, we’ll get her back. We’ll make a plan.
We’ll apologize and show her we do care and are prepared to listen to her
wishes. She’s a reasonable and intelligent woman. If we sit and down and stay
calm I’m sure we can win her back.”

“I just know I’ve wrecked everything. Fuck me,”
demanded Derek, pulling Corey on top of him for a searing kiss.

Teeth clashed and tongues thrust madly and
suddenly Corey couldn’t wait to possess his friend. He practically ripped his
own clothes off, threw Derek’s legs over his shoulders, and thrust into the
other man’s ass with almost no preparation.

“Yes!” screamed Derek. And the two men began a
powerful mating rhythm more suited to animals in the wild than to humans in a
bedroom.

Derek dug his legs into Corey’s neck to hold
on, gripping the other man’s arms almost painfully hard. Corey kept a bruising
clasp on Derek’s hip with one hand while the other hand fisted the man’s cock
with brutally rough strokes.

The harsh, raw power of their mating brought
them both to the peak very quickly and as Corey blasted his hot cum into
Derek’s ass the other man’s cock spurted hard over both their bellies.

“Shit. Zero to one hundred miles an hour in ten
seconds,” puffed Corey as the men panted in each other’s arms.

“Damn straight. Jeez, you’re good.”

“You’re pretty damn hot yourself.”

Derek looked at Corey, his eyes once again
filled with pain. “So how are we going to get her back? How can we undo this
mess I’ve made?”

“Well, her apartment’s very special to her. So
maybe even if she moves in with us we need to encourage her to keep that as a
place she can go to whenever she wants to.”

“Yeah, but she didn’t like it when I said I’d
buy her a new bar stool. She won’t like it if we offer to pay her rent or
mortgage or whatever, either.”

“Hmm.
We’ll need to talk to her about that. It is
not like we’re short of a buck, so we should be able to help her out with any
expenses. Plus…” Corey’s voice trailed off.

“What?”

“I’m almost certain she said something on the
hike about joining the Hiking Club and going hiking because she liked having
time to be alone.
Liked the silence or something.
So
maybe she’ll need a day or two here or there just to keep her head straight.”

“We can do that. I just can’t bear to lose
her.”

Corey was thinking fast, planning. “We’ll get
off work early and wait for her in the parking lot at her company. We’ll plan
what we’re going to say to her, explain she can still have her freedom as long
as she has us as well. We’ll convince her to give us another chance. We’ve
never taken her on a real date. We’ll wine and dine her, take her to the
movies. I’d like to take her shopping and buy that red dress. And maybe a pair
of come-fuck-me red shoes too, but we’ll need to wait on that to make sure it
doesn’t make her feel ‘paid for’.”

He rocked Derek against his chest for a while
until they both realized how sweaty and sticky they were from their fast and
furious coupling and
the cum
on their bodies.

“Time to get cleaned up,” said Corey, pulling
Derek to his feet.

With unaccustomed meekness Derek followed Corey
into the bathroom. Corey looked at him carefully and as soon as the water was
running hot he pushed the other man’s chest against the tiled wall, grabbed the
waterproof lube from the rack and lubed Derek’s ass. “This may hurt, but I
think we need to do it again,” he whispered, pushing his cock inside the other
man’s tight hole.

“Hurts so
good
,”
groaned Derek.

After such an explosive and fiery coupling,
this time they moved much more slowly, running their hands over each
other,
and Derek reaching both arms behind him to play with
Corey’s asshole.

Derek’s head rested on the shower wall to help
balance them both and Corey alternated pumping into Derek’s ass while playing
with his cock. Gradually the tension increased and both men’s balls pulled up
tight against their bodies. Then Corey felt the tingling at the base of his
spine indicating he was about to come and twisted his hips, angling his cock to
make sure he pinged the other man’s prostate with the slightly curved head, so
they could both climax together.

As the water cooled they soaped and cleaned up,
both more confident they could deal with the future and get their woman back.

Chapter Eight

After an extended crying jag Andy staggered
into the bathroom for her third shower that day. She leaned against the wall and
tilted her head into the spray, her eyes swollen shut, her nose red and
dripping and her emotions in turmoil.

Get a grip, woman,
it’s really perfectly simple. How much are you prepared to compromise to stay
with them? Are they worth giving up your apartment for?

Andy stood there still sniffling
intermittently, trying to make up her mind.

I have to be me. I
can’t give that up. But I want them so much, I can’t give them up.

Derek can’t buy me.
I’m not for sale.

How can I live without
them? Don’t be a drama queen. I lived without them until last week! But I
didn’t know them then and now I do.

“I can’t think about it anymore today. I’ll
decide tomorrow,” she said firmly, picking up the shampoo and squeezing a blob
on to her hand.
“Tomorrow.”

But midnight came and went and she was still
tossing and turning in her bed.

“I don’t need them. I can give myself a
perfectly good orgasm,” she said aloud, retrieving her favorite purple dildo
from the nightstand.

But lying back on her pillows, all she could
think of was the way Derek loved her breasts, how he always sucked and played
with them and made her so hot. Tweaking the nipples herself was no real turn-on
at all. And Corey used that slight curve in his cock to devastating effect. Her
purple pal was nowhere near as good.

Sighing, Andy sat up and dug deeper in the
drawer, bringing out her old red BOB.

She lubed it thoroughly, set it to her favorite
speed, and gradually inserted it into her ass, pushing it as deep as it would
go. Then with that welcome feeling of fullness she placed her feet flat on the
mattress, her knees wide apart and plunged her purple dildo deep into her cunt.

She pushed it deep,
then
withdrew it to play over her clit, while the fingers of her left hand tweaked
and twisted a nipple. Then back inside to push deep, her hips rising into the
thrusts.

She remembered being backed back against the
tree at Little River Falls, Derek thrusting inside her, and Corey into Derek.
She visualized their time in the river, both men playing with her, bringing her
to completion—and the two times she taken them both together, one in her ass
one in her cunt, the three of them holding so tightly to each other, pushing in
and out, the tension rising and rising.

With a deep grunt of relief Andy came, knowing
that she had to apologize to the men and work through to some way they could be
together—at least long enough to see if a relationship could work.

Happy to have made the decision, Andy dropped
the two dildos on the pillow beside her and went to sleep.

* * * *

She dressed carefully the next morning, with
her sexiest, laciest red lingerie under her sober work clothes and a clean red
thong in her briefcase in case she was invited to sleep over at their house.

As she ate her breakfast cereal and packed a
sandwich for lunch at work she continued to mull over how she’d make
arrangements with the men.

I can’t totally give
up my freedom but I do see this apartment’s too small for the three of us. But
Corey and Derek have been a twosome for so long—maybe they’d actually appreciate
some time alone, just the two of them. If
I
could
be alone for an entire day now and again, that would be enough for me and it
might be good for them too. Well, I hope so. And I’ll continue to pay all the
expenses associated with my place.

She determined to visit them the next day and
talk things out.

* * * *

Once again her day at work was very busy, and
when it ended she took a little extra time in the company bathroom to freshen
up and add a touch of her favorite perfume. It had produced an instant response
from Derek and Corey when they picked her up for the restaurant evening—and she
figured she needed all the female weaponry she could bring together to help
sort things out.

As she emerged from the elevator into the
basement-level parking garage, she was surprised to see Corey and Derek leaning
against the wall beside her car. Corey was holding a tiny rosebud in his hand
and Derek a crystal vase. She was unaware of the heated debate about this move
with neither of them sure whether it was a good idea or not.

* * * *

“She liked it. She said it had been special,”
Corey said.

“Yeah, but then she said I was trying to buy
her,” Derek argued.

“Well, just keep your fingers crossed that she
understands we’re meaning it as a symbol to show we’re trying to start over,” said
Corey.

* * * *

A wide grin broke out across her face as she
realized they were trying to make amends. They’d come to her with their gifts
demonstrating that they were willing to make a fresh start. Andy almost ran
across the concrete to them.

Derek went down on one knee in front of her.
“I’m
sorry,
I never meant to hurt you. I don’t want to
buy you or own you. I just want to love you. Forgive me?”

“Of course.
I shouldn’t have screamed at you. I
should’ve explained my feelings.”

“We’ll talk about it. We’ll work it out,” said
Corey.

Derek threw his arms wide in supplication.
“Shit, you can paint our whole damn house yellow if you just agree to give us a
second chance.”

Laughing hard, Andy collapsed into their joined
arms for a kiss.

“I don’t think it’ll come to that.”

The End

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