ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (83 page)

              “Are you all right?” Jen said with a laugh.

              “Better than all right!” Ben said.

              They both rinsed off and got out of the shower to help the other dry off. Jen couldn't get over how good Ben looked naked. His body rippled with muscle.

              “Do you work out a lot?” she asked.

              “Not too much,” Ben said. “But I run a lot and that keeps me in really good shape. When I have the time I kayak and do other sports that are strenuous.”

              Jen wrapped herself up in a few towels and followed Ben to the bedroom where the found Ted lounging, waiting for them as he sipped his drink.

              “Oh, hey,” Jen said to Ted in a somewhat surprised tone, although she expected that Ted would want in on what was going on. She looked over to Ben and saw that he was in no way even fazed by the fact that another man was in the room with them half naked. She looked down to his towel and saw his hard cock protruding through it, ready to go for another round of fucking.
Sweet!
Jen thought as she casually let the towel hang a little bit off of her breasts to expose the tops of her nipples, noticing how Ted was hungrily eyeing her move.

              Ben slipped into bed first and patted a spot beside him. Jen slipped out of her towels and lay down next to him, and Ted laid down on her other side. Both of the men played with her, sucking on her nipples and kneading her breasts. Ted's hand slid down to her pussy, stroking her engorged clit as his thick, swollen cock pressed against her leg. When she couldn't wait any longer Jen straddled Ted, who let out a small grunt as her weight settled onto him. She reached back behind her and guided his throbbing member into her pussy. Jen knew that she was going to be able to ride him slow and easy like a lot of guys liked because she was a bigger girl, and soon enough she was bucking like a bronco on top of him. Ted hung onto her waist while Ben stood on the bed and did his best to feed his dick into Jen's mouth.

              Jen wanted to be able to feel it deeper. She hopped off of Ted and got on all fours on the bed. Ted eagerly got behind her. After building up a tempo, he started to really give her the gusto while Ben played with her big busts as his dick plunged in and out of her mouth. Ben's thrusts got faster and faster until he finally popped in her mouth, sending spunk shooting down the back of her throat. That's when Jen came, hard. She saw lights flashing for a second, then pushed back into Ted as hard as she could. Ted gave it to her even harder, then pulled out and blew his load all over her back.

              Afterward Ted excused himself, saying he had to get back to his cab, which was absolutely fine to Jen. She got what she wanted and was finally satisfied, content.  Jen and Ben lay together, talking for a little bit. She tried to keep her eyes open while Ben talked about work stuff and other things that he cared about, but within a few minutes Jen was fast asleep. Her slumber was sound, in a deep dreamless sleep. She didn't wake up at all until the next morning when she found Ben lying beside her, snoring loud enough to wake the dead. It was kind of cute that he snored, she decided. She wondered what other things she would learn about Ben as the day went on.

              Jen rose from the bed and threw on one of Ben’s T-shirts. She looked in the full-length mirror and saw the silhouette of her full figure in the old t-shirt with her perky nipples poking through the cotton. She ran her hands over her own breasts and smiled as memories of the night before flooded back into her mind and body. For the first time in a long while she felt like a woman and not a workaholic robot.

THE END

Double Ink

              Jen loved tattooed men, especially ones that gave off that bad boy vibe. It was hard to find one that did it in an authentic way, though. So many people had watched a few episodes of Tattoo Masters Forever, or seen a tattooed actor on television or in a movie, and modeled everything they did after the aesthetic of someone more or less created in a Hollywood laboratory. It just didn't come off natural when, by nature, people had to try so hard. But it wasn't that way Seth.

              Seth wasn't the kind of guy that put on airs that he was somehow important because he tattooed people for a living. Although it was something that Jen found extremely attractive because of this she only known this was a turn on for her after giving it some thought. Because Seth was so humble, in a world where it's cool to be a blowhard, where it's cool to blast what you are doing and who you are with all over social media—but even so Seth was humble, but in his own way. He didn't like to tell people what he did for a living because television and movie stars had made tattooing something trendy. Seth had told her in conversations that even though the popularity of it made him quite a bit of money, it was something that he thought marked the high water mark of the industry as far as financial solubility went. In short Seth thought there was nowhere to go but down now, even though the stardom that the tattoo industry had garnered was the same kind enjoyed by people known for drinking and driving, or beating their wives and calling and leaving horrendous voice mails full of racial slurs; the same kind of attention that a carnival barker receives as he stands tall and proud, letting his piercing yelp ring out.

              Seth wanted everything to go back to the way it had been in the old days, when tattoo artists were people more associated with the seedy underworld than the lights of the silver screen. He wanted it to go back to being more craft oriented, more about doing solid work and leaving customers happy and wanting more. He thought the whole rock star attitude that people tried to push down the public's throat wasn't something that would, in the long run, benefit the industry. Because eventually, like the rest of the things that Hollywood dug its claws into, it played out. A thing just couldn't stay timeless when it was marked so thoroughly by the very nature of the passing of ideas and trends, and especially so when this transformation, instead of being allowed to happen and even fostered into existence sometimes, was instead exploited. It made things tend to go static, had a chilling effect on the people involved in the industry. No one that was really doing their own thing cared about the television stuff, so Seth wasn't really that bent out of shape about it; it was more something that the public projected onto him with their questions and how they treated him.

              But all in all Seth reacted to the whole situation with style and grace that Jen really found to be appealing in a person. Not to mention that Seth was damn sexy. He was an average height guy that had the build of a wrestler. But the best part was something that Jen hadn't been able to see for herself, not yet anyway. Rumor had it that Seth was really well hung. And THICK. This was the icing on the cake as far as Jen was concerned. It was hard enough to find a guy that she found really attractive, but it was even harder to find one that was hung decently well. It just always seemed like the artist types were either one way or the other: either really good in bed or not good at all. And from what she'd heard not only was Seth hung but he was one of the ones that was good in bed. And that was amazing news considering that Jen wanted to sleep with him.

              Jen always made a point to drop by the shop and talk to Seth if he wasn't busy, try to hang out with him a little bit. He was in his late twenties and was pretty independent. He liked her, that much she could tell. His face always lit up when he saw her and he always smiled so big when she smiled at him. He liked the attention from her and Jen liked giving it to him. But Seth was a little bit shy underneath his tough guy outer shell. Even though it seemed like nothing could faze him, and that he didn't care what anyone else thought about him, she knew that deep down he was a person just like everyone else. Albeit a person who needed much less attention than the average male his age, but a person none the less. And that meant he had hopes and fears, dreams and nightmares, things that he never told anyone about and parts of himself that he wore on his sleeve.

              But Seth liked to keep his distance from people, even the ones that made the effort to spend time around him. Jen didn't take it personally or anything like that; it just bummed her out that that was where the world had left him. He couldn't really trust that the average person was being for real about actually liking him because there was always the chance that they were really just being chummy to get some free tattoos, or something along those lines. Countless times while Jen had been hanging around the shop she'd heard people come in and try to haggle with Seth, tell him that they would hook him up, or that their cousin knew them somehow, and all kinds of other things. Of course most of these things were just complete and total bullshit. But there were times that Seth seemed to be caught unaware how a potential client went from being all "nice guy" to a hard bargainer.

              Jen couldn't image what life must be like for Seth, not that it was hard in the sense of having to go hungry or going without shelter, but more in the sense of being alone. Because something Seth really liked to do was drowned his sorrows in booze. Not that he was drunk every single day, but there were times when Jen would text him and she could tell that he was trying to text back and sound as sober as possible. There was always the chance that Seth was really only having a couple, but more and more Jen was coming to realize how many people said they were only going to have a couple and then really tied one on. But maybe he really was only having a couple, wetting his whistle like he said he was.

              After really thinking about it for a while Jen decided that she was going to ask Seth out next time they hung out. It was a bold move, especially for her, and she knew that it would catch him off guard. But that was all right. It was all right if she made him think a little bit more about what kind of person she was exactly. Because something that she really did worry about was that he thought she was just some kind of bimbo only hanging around to sleep with him and get tattooed. And even though she did want to sleep with him and she wouldn't mind getting tattooed more, it wasn't like she didn't find him to be someone that she genuinely thought could maybe end up being something for real with her. Even though that wasn't the driving thing behind what she was doing it was still an axillary motive.

              So the next time Jen visited the shop she waited until it was about ready to close before she stepped inside and made her way past all the tattooing booths to the drawing room where Seth sat drawing up a tattoo for a client scheduled to come in the next day. Jen put her hand on Seth's shoulder to let him know that she was there. He looked over his shoulder for a brief moment then went back to what he was going. He wasn't being rude, it was just that whenever she dropped by he finished whatever was at hand before he talked to her. It was pretty much the only way he could get anything done. Seth couldn't talk and do anything at the same time. It was one of those strange quirks some people have, where if they are texting they can't talk, and if they are doing something intensive on the page they can't do anything else, not even watch television. So Jen sat next to Seth and watched him draw, watched how his hands moved with confidence over the page as he situated the paper in front of him and continued to draw out the feathers of a bird in flight. She loved to watch him do his thing when it came to drawing and tattooing, it was so fascinating to her. Not just watching him but the whole thing, the way people came in to get things tattooed on them. How sometimes it was for very serious and somber things never to be forgotten, and other times it was things like a pot leaf, or a dog’s paw, or a dagger through a skull.

              Watching Seth's strong hands draw on the paper she remembered how she'd asked why so many people liked getting skulls tattooed on them. Seth said it had something to do with memento mori, a French term meaning literally, “Remember that you will die.” Death was something that humanity had grappled with throughout the ages, and it was something that it continued to grapple with. People, although they might not know it intellectually, got scary reminders of death on their body as ways to cope with the unknowable that lay just beyond death that faced everyone equally when they tried to imagine living in the blackness of the great beyond. But the way Seth had explained it had made it all make sense. He was really good at that, making her understand some of the concepts behind the art that he surrounded himself with. It really was a lifestyle more than a job, it had to be. With all the competition and the people out there who didn't care how good or bad their tattoo artist was, Seth had to be a cut above the rest by a considerable amount or he just wasn't going to make it. But he was doing well for himself, despite being relatively new to tattooing. As Seth finished up the drawing he was working on he looked over at her with a warm smile on his face.

              “Want to head back to my place to smoke?”

              He cocked his eyebrow when he asked.

              Jen, up to this point, had been really against smoking pot. Not that she cared if other people did it, it just wasn't for her. So, to be exact, she was really against it for herself. But that didn't mean that Seth didn't try to pressure her into it whenever he got the chance. He really wanted her to try it for some reason, saying that it would expand her mind or something. She didn't know if it would or if it wouldn't, but she wanted to spend more time with him so she said yes this time. For a few moments it was like Seth didn't know what to say, which was very much unlike him. He usually knew just what to say and when to say it, but now his words were failing him. He bounced back quickly though, and before she knew it she was at his place. It didn't take long because she just jumped in his car and road the two or three blocks to his place. When they got there he put a record on so that the music could barely be heard and started to dig around one of his drawers for the weed and a pipe. He said that he'd hid it well that morning because his landlord had said something about dropping in just to take a look around. When Seth found it he gave a small cry of victory and quickly set to loading a bowl.