Trifecta (4 page)

Her body put up no fight in allowing him access. Over the years, they shared almost everything, and finally this last barrier was crossed. "Russell."

She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes, blocking everything else out except having Russell inside her.  She took in his skin, the way his muscles tensed beneath her hands, and how he moaned when she began to move with him. She swore to herself she would never forget this second where he worked to bring her to satisfaction.  His lovemaking felt tailor made to bring her to her end, everything she fantasized about, yet surprising at the same time. His strokes were even and steady, starting slow with a grind of his hips and building, becoming faster, more urgent.

"That feel good, baby?"

Until Jason spoke she almost forgot he was there, and she opened her eyes to the most surreal sight. Russell on top of her, his hair now loose and hanging down in his eyes, and Jason lying next to her.

Jason pressed his body along the length of hers and took her chin, moving her face up to his. He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips. "Does it?"

"Yes," she choked out.

"Tell him, tell him how good he feels." Jason slid his hand across her chest until his fingertips found one of her nipples.

Somehow in this circus Jason became the ringleader.

"Russ." She spread her legs wider, embedding Russell even deeper inside her. "You feel good." She was making love to Russell. God. She was making love to him and Jason was right here.

Russell pushed her knee back and sped up. "You're incredible. Damn, Lauren." He grabbed her hand.

"Do you know how hot you look getting pounded by my best friend?" Jason whispered in her ear. "Move with him, show me what I have to look forward to."

Jason being there, guiding them, and participating, edged her closer to her end, and she did as he commanded. She lifted her hips to Russell, meeting him stroke for stroke. She cried out, not a word, she didn't think she could form a word.  The pressure built, demanding relief.

"Don't stop, Lauren." Russell lowered his head.

"I think Russell needs to come," Jason whispered and sucked her earlobe. "Do you?"

"Jase." She needed an anchor, something to hold on to, she was walking on a tightrope with no net, and she grabbed both Russell and Jason.

"Do you need to come, Lauren?" Jason's tone both teased and directed.

She shut her eyes, once again taking the time to concentrate on Russell, the way he moved inside her. It was that one moment right before her orgasm, that second when she could block everything else out because her body insisted on being heard. "Yes!" She was close, right there, all she needed was one, maybe two more strokes. "Russell!"

"Now, Lauren." He slammed his hips into hers. "Now!" He pulled back and repeated his action.             

His last thrust did the job.  She cried out and succumbed, her body pulsing in bliss in time with his.

"Damn." He stiffened and panted his release. "That's good." His muscles relaxed and he fought to catch his breath. "So good." He bent down and kissed her lips, her cheek and her lips again. "Lauren."

He stayed inside her while her body subsided its glorious contractions. She pressed her head back in her pillow and tried not to think about the fact that one of her best friends just created the best orgasm she’d ever experienced. Nothing would ever compare.

"That's exactly what I envisioned." Jason's voice interrupted her post-coital haze.

She wanted to know what he envisioned, how often he fantasized it, if Russell had the same thoughts.

Russell moved off to one side, making a noise as he disengaged himself from her.

"There's just one thing missing." Jason took her hand, pressing a condom into it.

Possibly only two minutes before, she came with an orgasm intense enough to have normally satisfied her for days, but the sheer thought of having Jason right after Russell stirred something inside her.

He took her shoulders and turned to his back.

She straddled him and finally got a chance to see all of Jason.

Once again, Jason was different. His completely shaved skin gave her a clear view of his entire offering, and it was a lot. In fact, in keeping with her traffic jam theme, he was an entire semi-truck, the kind that took up more than one lane on the freeway.

She glanced over at Russell.  He leaned back on his elbows, his focus on her.

"Laurie." Jason rubbed her legs. "I've waited for this too."

His voice was deep but soft, the irreverence and joking undertone gone.  It was so rare he was serious, and now she had to have him.

She reached out, her fingertips grazing his skin, tracing the slight right hand curve his cock made.

"Oh yeah." He squeezed her outer thighs.

The burning began again, the one that could only be quenched by riding him, her second man in one night.

"Laurie, please." He arched his back.

No more prodding was necessary.  She ripped the condom wrapper open with her teeth, taking care to sheathe him.

He moaned and moved his hands up to her hips.

She resisted. "Jason." With Russell he was on top, she wasn't as exposed, wasn't on display.

"Russell, help her." He motioned toward his friend. "It has to be this way."

Russell pushed himself up to his knees, came around behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Jason wants you as much as I do." He lifted her as Jason guided her down on him.

She lowered herself down on every last inch of him, her reemerging arousal caused her to grind against him. The second act in her personal fantasy now fulfilled.

"It’s so hot. I can feel how open you are after coming on Russell, but you're still tight." He directed her movements with his hands. "Lean back, baby. Russ, rub her."

His raunchy words only succeeded in turning her on more. She wanted him to make love to her after Russell. It seemed right.

Russell pulled her toward him causing Jason to become buried even deeper inside.

"Keep grinding, this is perfect," Jason breathed. "Russ, help me make her come again."

Russell trailed his lips down the side of her neck and pressed his palm over her mound.

"Ah." Russell's hand gave her something to grind on.  She moved faster, harder, careening right toward another orgasm.

"Like that, Laurie." Jason held her tighter. "I want to feel you come on me."

"Russell." Her head fell back against his shoulder.

"Do you need more?"

Unable to speak, she nodded. Another orgasm was upon her and she needed both Russell and Jason for it to come to fruition.

Russell obliged her, taking two of his fingers and rubbing right on that magical spot. He found the perfect rhythm, and she moved against them both.

Now the only sounds in the room were her moans in time to the slight slap of Jason's skin hitting hers. Her body trembled preparing itself for satisfaction.

Jason broke the silence. "I'm going to come." He held her hips in place and thrust up into her, a series of short, hard pulsing pounds. "I'm there. Laurie. I'm there." His cock thickened and he yelled out.

"Come on, Lauren. You have to." Russell kissed her, opening his mouth and finding her tongue.

Jason's body tensed and he raised his hips, driving into her. "Yes!"

At last she gave way, overcome with a flooding wave of ecstasy.  She struggled to breathe, her body directing all of its attention and resources toward her pleasure.

"Come here." Jason held his arms out to her.

The wave subsided and her body gave out. Russell released her. She possessed no more strength.  Everything she had was for both of them. She dropped onto Jason. "Oh my God."

He wrapped his arms around her. "Don't move."

She shut her eyes and concentrated on how his chest heaved against her, how he was still inside her, how he ran his hand through her hair. "Jason?"

"Just give me a second." His hands roamed down her back to her bottom and back up again. "Just a second."

She always pictured him to be the type to bound out of bed, but they lay there for a few seconds until he turned them to their sides.

"I'll be right back." He gave her a light kiss and didn't jump away, taking his time as he left her and touching her cheek before he went to the bathroom.

Without a word, Russell spooned her, kissing her shoulder and working his way up to her ear.

She could only lie there and wait for the next unexpected happening.

Jason returned, making a point of covering them all up and taking her back into his arms.

The three of them were now in bed together, her in the middle. It was perfect, exactly what should happen after making love to these two men.

She tensed.  Her body resisting the ultimate relaxation that came after not only one but two orgasms. She made love not only to two men at once, but her two best friends. Both of them at one time. Together.

"What's wrong?" Russell tapped her.

"Nothing at all." Jason threw his leg over hers and yawned. "I think I can finally sleep tonight without jacking off at least twice thinking about this."

"Not you." Russell sat up. "Lauren."

She attempted to avoid thinking about Jason masturbating, especially since she was no stranger herself.  Instead, focusing on the fact that she had sex with both of them. She had sex with Russell and Jason, came twice, and was now lying in bed with them like they were in some sort of bizarre relationship.

"What's wrong with Laurie?" Jason raised himself up on his elbow.

"What are we doing?" She needed to ask. Maybe this was their way of saying goodbye.

"Something we should have done a long time ago." Jason nodded.

Not sure what his answer meant, she twisted around to Russell.

"Let's not question it tonight. We all wanted this." Russell smoothed her hair down. "We have the weekend. Tomorrow I'll make breakfast."

"That will take five hours." Jason laughed. "Let's sleep and we'll get bagels in the AM, and don't say you're not eating carbs, I've now seen and felt all there is, and it's awesome."

"I agree." Russell found her hand.

Not sure if she should say thank you, or that this week she was eating carbs, or that Russell's breakfasts tended to turn more into lunch, she settled herself on the bed, though she was unsettled.

Apparently, these men didn't hear her when she said she was leaving.  Maybe they thought sex would prevent her from leaving, or they chose to ignore her. Since there was no future beyond tonight there was no point in asking.

Jason held her, and Russell encompassed her from behind. Their position reminding her of the last sculpture she saw before running out of the gallery.

Somehow her dream was handed to her, maybe even better, but she knew what happened to dreams when she woke up. They vanished.

Chapter Four

Russell smiled at the hand tickling its way down his arm, and moaned to give Lauren audible permission to continue.  His morning erection swelled as the night before rewound in his mind.  He questioned Jason’s plan from its inception, still did, but he didn’t see a way around it without losing one of them.  He also needed to face facts.  Last night was the best sex he ever had, even if it was with his two best friends.

With his needs overpowering his exhaustion, he lifted his hand, put it over hers and intertwined their fingers. 

Wrong fingers.  Too thick, too rough, too long.  He opened his eyes right into Jason’s.

“I’m horny.”  Jason squeezed his hand.

“Where’s Lauren?”  Russell swiped his hand away and sat up.  The room was fuzzy and he reached over to the nightstand to find his glasses.  The moment they were on everything became clear.  “Oh man.”  The door hung on one hinge, clothes were tossed everywhere, a table was turned on its side, the bedding was in various states of disarray and the room reeked of sex.

“I would say she went on calls.” The bed creaked when Jason sat up.  “I mean she always goes to work on Saturday morning.  Lots of doctor’s offices are open now.”

Lauren never left her bed before ten o'clock on Saturday, let alone be of the house at eight.  Her absence this morning, coupled with the obvious, deliberate act of leaving without waking them, told him they made a grave error last night.  If she wanted to leave before, now she had every reason. "I think your plan was a bunch of crap. We should have talked to her first."  As he turned to Jason, his hand brushed against his cock.  "Damn it." 

"There's too much talking in this world. We needed to act."  Jason raised his chin.  "Let me see."

"See what?"  Russell fell back on the pillow.  Again, he needed to be the one to fix Jason's plan.  He always played the role of the human mop. 

"Your woody.  We can't really do anything until we take care of business, our heads won't be clear."  Jason grabbed the edge of the sheet.  "I'll show you mine."

"I don't want to see yours."  He squeezed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, trying to focus on how to preserve anything with the one woman who understood him. 

"We were supposed to be inside her right now."  Jason adjusted his pillow.  "I wanted to go first this time."

"Be quiet."   

"We probably should talk about this.  Do you think there's a protocol?  Or maybe we're setting the protocol."  Jason chuckled.  "I'm not even sure what I liked better, watching her or doing her."

"I didn't think I would like watching as much as I did."  The image of Lauren riding his best friend entered his mind, and his waning erection became ridged again. 

"When you made her come the first time I could hardly hold it in.  I knew how wet she was going to be when she lowered herself down on me.  I slid right in, no resistance." 

"She was completely ready when I entered her."  He arched his back. 

"I have to jack off, I can't even get off the bed.  Damn it, we were supposed to be fucking her right now."

The bed started to shake, a rhythm every man knew all too well.  "Asshole."

"I'm so hard just thinking about last night. Come on."

It was always Jason.  Jason who got him to skip class.  Jason who got him drunk when they were sixteen.  Jason who decided they should both be with Lauren. 

"Oh God this feels good.  Lauren's mouth would be better though.  I want to see her suck you off."  Jason inhaled.  "I gotta slow down, you need to join me."

Russell faced him.  Jason's erection and hand tented the sheet.

He balled his hand into fist. In the course of thirteen hours he had sex with one of his best friends and helped his other best friend have sex with her.  Masturbating with Jason pushed the limit too far.  "Raise your hands!"

Jason instantly obeyed, in the process flinging the sheet off himself, and giving Russell a one member salute. 

"Cover yourself."  He shook his head.

"You need to decide what I'm doing. I really thought of all mornings today I wouldn't be jacking off, or trying to."  Jason retrieved the sheet. "Don't worry, I have a plan."

"No…You…Don't."  He managed to get those three words out through clenched teeth.

Jason stretched.  "Everything here is not only completely fixable, it is going to be better." 

It may always be Jason, but not this time.  "You are insane.  Do you know that?  You are insane, and not in that awesome artist insanity that makes you cut off an ear, you are the kind of crazy that should be in an institution."  He pointed at his best friend.  "This couldn't be worse, and it's not fixable."

"Why do you always have a little black rain cloud over your head?"  Jason wiggled his fingers over his head. 

Russell rubbed his forehead, pausing to try to think of anything positive, but only summoning the vision of a picture Jason drew of him in the fifth grade with a little black rain cloud above his head.  "Let's analyze this." 

"Don't play computer consultant with me."  Jason laughed.

"Do it for me."  He lowered his voice.

As if giving him permission to go ahead, Jason held out his hand.

"Lauren told us she wanted to move out."  He held up one finger.

"We had sex with her last night."  Jason shrugged.

He held up a second finger.  "We destroyed her room."

"We had sex with her last night."

"We made her cry."  Russell held up his third finger and put his hand in Jason's face.

"We had sex with her last night."  Jason flipped him the bird.

He raised his fourth finger.  "She's not here now."

              "We had sex with her last night." Jason repeated again.

"We had sex with her last night!"  He put his hand down.  "Exactly, we had sex with her last night."  He waited for Jason to process his words. 

Jason strummed his fingers on the bed.  "Great sex."

With no retort, Russell blinked, still wanting an epiphany from his best friend who orchestrated this mess.

Jason put his hands behind his head and reclined.  "Tell me it was not the best sex you ever had."

He grabbed his lower lip and remembered the last time he had sex.  It wasn't great.  Okay, maybe it wasn't even good.  No it wasn't good.  It was average, but not bad.  He came.

"It sucked, you told me so yourself.  Don't try to justify it because you had an orgasm.  It doesn't take that much for a guy to get off. If you would have let me continue this morning, I would have got myself off in five to seven more strokes." 

Fine, it sucked. He found it strange that he could come but it not be fulfilling, but what stuck out more than the sex that night was how he laid there for hours trying to figure out how not to date that woman again.

"What do you want right now?"  Jason sat up again.  "If Lauren was here would you have been trying to figure out how to repair our friendship after we took it too far, or would we have been all enjoying each other?"

"You already know the answer to that."  The best sex of his life took place with his two best friends.

"Then what would have happened?"  Jason kept going.  "Would we have had this great weekend?"

Yes, he pictured this incredible weekend.  He didn't dare think of what were to happen beyond the weekend, he never imagined it would get this far, but right now he wanted it back.  For once, deal with the repercussions later.  "She's probably walking up and down Rodeo trying to figure out her life."  Did they go get her?  Could the three of them go out in public?  He didn't really think about that either.  The gallery was one thing, but the real world was another story.

"She probably wrangled Anne to go to that store she likes, and then she will drive around looking for apartments listening to vintage hair band ballads."  Jason filled in the rest.

Both of them nodded in unison.

"We need to find her, get her to come home."  That was the sum total or Russell's own great plan.  "We need to talk to her."

"You think small."

"No?"  He narrowed his eyes.  "Your plan on just reacting on our instinct hasn't worked out so well.  In case you haven't realized, Lauren isn't here and she still wants to move out."

"I say if she wants to move out we let her."  Jason gave him the grin.  The grin where only one side of his mouth lifted.  The one where Russell always got into trouble.

"We're going to let her move out?"  His best friend was truly out of his mind.

Jason kept the grin on his face and got out of bed.  "We had sex with her last night."

He groaned and climbed out of bed as well. They weren’t getting anywhere.  "This room is a disaster area of our making."

"Let me be the silver lining to your little black rain cloud."  Jason bent down and picked up a pair of jeans.  "I think these are yours."  He tossed them on the bed.  "Let's clean up."

He took his pants.  "I'm not taking a shower with you."

***

"I thought we were going to walk down Rodeo."  Anne Blumefield crossed her arms. 

Lauren glanced up at the street sign on the corner.  "We're on Rodeo."  She adjusted her sunglasses, touched the top of her head and winced.  Maybe she should have brushed her hair before she forced it into a ponytail.  "What's wrong?"

Her girlfriend shook her head.  "You are a mess.  What were you doing?"

She sucked in her cheeks preventing any words from exiting her mouth before she was ready.  What was she doing?  Well, last night she had sex with her roommates.  She followed that extravaganza up by waking up between them.  Somehow she managed to shimmy away without waking them and drove around for three hours before calling Anne to ask if she wanted to stroll Rodeo with her while she tried to think of where to go after she moved out tonight.  "I was at corporate yesterday."

"Oh."  Anne came over and hooked her arm in hers.  "I hate when I have to go up, its two weeks of memorizing and training the latest drug rules.  All you have to do is learn about the stuffer or fluffer.  You have it easy, you're not a real pharm rep."

"I sell to doctors."  Lauren took a breath. 

"You sell cosmetic fillers.  They like to see you.  You make them money because they sell your stuff.  Plus the staff vies for your attention to get free vials of filler."  Anne sighed and put head on Lauren's shoulder.  "I sell antibiotics and beg for prescriptions.  The staff only loves me if they're sick, and I can't even give away pens anymore."

Lauren straightened up.  Aesthetics was the crown jewel of pharmaceutical sales.  "I am more of a practice consultant." 

Anne faced her.  "So what went on at corporate?  Is everything okay?  You're so busy maybe they should split your territory."

She mustered up a one sided smile.  "Raise and new title, sorry."

Anne put her lower lip out.  "If you were celebrating last night, why didn't you invite me?" 

They walked down the street.  "I wasn't celebrating."  Some would disagree. Her body would disagree.  The two orgasms she had with the two men she wanted since college would disagree.

"Oh."  Anne patted her back.  "You had to fly, poor baby.  Well, it's better than your driving."

"Driving in Los Angeles isn't easy." 

"There's a reason for the saying nobody walks in LA.  You can't even parallel park." 

She was going to remind Anne that she didn't have to parallel park, her company paid for valet parking and she wasn't required to troll for meters, but they stopped at the corner.  The corner.  The corner with the store.  "Oh my God." 

Anne groaned.  "Let's go in and get it over with."

She swallowed and glanced up at the golden letters that made out the store's logo teasing all the patrons of Rodeo drive to step inside and gaze at the unattainable.  "Jacques." 

"Come on."  Anne tugged her.

"I don't look right."  Maybe along with combing her hair she should have put on something other than a pair of jeans and Jason's t-shirt hidden by a black jacket.  She tilted her neck from side to side trying to relieve the tension.  For the ten seconds it took to talk about her job she didn't think about them, but she was certain if she held the shirt up to her nose it would smell like Jason's soap and Russell's cologne.

"You look so bad that maybe they'll think you actually have money and they'll show you one of the purses."  Anne let go of her and opened the door.  "Leave your sunglasses on."

The best part about walking over the gilded threshold was the scent of leather, silk and cash overpowered anything that would waft up from under her jacket. 

Anne headed straight to the counter.

"Wait."  Lauren lunged for her, trying not to make a scene.  Every time she came in here she felt like a five-ton elephant walking through a bakery asking for a cupcake.  Everyone knew she didn't belong, but no one would dare tell her.

"We have to ask."  Anne slapped her hand down on the glass.

A sales lady in a grey suit and wearing one of the store's impossible-to-get belts turned to her.  "Can I help you?"