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  Joyously, I part my thighs and allow him between them. Then I close my eyes, hiding sudden, irrational tears as he fits his beautiful penis to my entrance.

  At last…after ten long years…what I so dreamed of.

  To feel Drew Hartley’s wonderful cock push inside my body.

  And how strange that there beside us, sits patient, watchful Steve.

  Swallowing, gasping, panting at being exquisitely stretched and penetrated, I turn to our observer. I feel a strange sense of poignancy. I want him to be a part of this, so I throw a hand towards him, where he sits, and grab hold of his hand. He squeezes it tightly and then lifts it to his lips.

  As Drew kisses my neck, I turn to Steve and meet his eyes as his lips caress the back of my hand. Eyes that are dark, enigmatic, but filled with emotion. With passion. And fondness. And something more.

  But for who? It’s impossible to tell, but I think it might be both of us. Me the woman, and Drew, the thrusting, virile man.

  I try to hold Steve’s gaze as Drew fucks me. I try to commune with him as much as I’m uniting with his friend. His slight smile and little wink tell me he knows. And understands.

  Drew groans my name, powering in and out of me. He was close when I was holding him, but now, he’s exhibiting titanic powers of stunning self-control. I caress his back and flanks and bottom with my still-free hand.

  “Oh hell, yes…” he rasps, shimmying and swiveling his hips in a way that makes me see stars and my pussy clench and ripple and gather. I’m near to the brink too, and I close my eyes, unable to maintain my fragile link with Steve. As my orgasm gathers, he releases my hand and my flesh and my spirit, giving me over solely to the care and the pleasure of Drew.

  The exquisiteness of his sacrifice fills my tight-closed eyes with tears; the sweetness fills my loins with a wash of bliss.

  My orgasm goes on and on and on, and I fly, my flesh pulsing, gripping, embracing the man inside me. Drew thrusts on, but within just moments, he shouts and comes, gripping hard on my hips and hammering in and out.

  Consciousness blurs, the sensations are so intense. As if from a great distance, I feel Drew withdraw, and collapse beside me, lacing his fingers with mine as he goes, pressing his mouth to the back of my hand, just as Steve had done. I feel sated, glowing, trembling…and yet, and yet…

  Ready for more.

  My heart leaps and flies anew as I register movements beside me, at the other side.

  It’s Steve, flinging aside his jacket and unfastening his trousers. He grins at me, and I grin back, like a happy idiot, watching him as he reaches inside his clothing, then hauls out his cock.

  I get a brief glimpse of it before he wraps it in a condom. It’s not quite as long as Drew’s but it’s deliciously and solidly thick. A beautiful club of flesh, all ready for me.

  He shakes as he climbs between my thighs, as his friend went before him. Watching Drew and I fuck must have excited him unbearably, and he’s a column of wild tension as he places his glans tremblingly against my entrance.

  I hear the words, “Steady…steady…” and I realize that Drew is rubbing Steve’s shirt-clad back, calming and settling him.

  It works, and he pushes in smoothly and assuredly, making me almost keen with renewed pleasure at being taken and stretched and possessed in an entirely different way.

  This can’t last long, I know it…but Steve is valiant, and controlled, and skilful in his clever rocking thrusts. He’s just as splendid a fuck as the man who went before him, and I barely have time to draw breath before I’m soaring once again, in a sublime, stunning orgasm.

  And this time it’s Drew who holds my hand, and leads me—leads us—through the gates of pleasure to the clear white world of nirvana that lies beyond.

  Afterwards, I cry, and they hold me. Nobody speaks, and they hold me. But the silence and the warmth are a bridge across ten years, and a bond of healing. Here in our strange little cocoon of peace and eroticism, we rest and find peace.

  Eventually though, someone has to be the first…

  “So what happens now?” I ask, struggling into my knickers. I may be only just emerging from a postcoital haze of rosy emotion, but I’m a realist. Encounters like these are the stuff of fantasy and far too intense to occur on any regular basis. It was a beautiful one-off to be cherished and treasured in the years ahead, and trotted out in my old age to remind me I was once a very daring raver. “Do we reconvene again in ten years time and do it again? I hope they’ve replaced these mats by then…. I’ve just realized that they really do smell awful.”

  Drew gives me a rather odd, old-fashioned little smile as he hands me my bra from amongst the jumble of assorted clothes. It’s kind of a sneaky smile, yet benign, full of interesting secrets. He’s half dressed again now, and as I lean forward to let my breasts slip into the cups of my bra, he fastens his shirt, all the time watching me and biting his lip, as if he wants to ask me something.

  Steve, at my other side, is already immaculate. Apart from his dark hair, which is a bit wild and he’s attempting to tame by combing it with his fingers.

  “I can only smell you, Caitlyn—and you smell gorgeous,” he says, his grin more frisky than Drew’s. “Even after all that, you’re still giving me the horn.”

  I’m not sure whether that’s a compliment or not, and as I slip into my skirt and blouse, I sniff myself surreptitiously. Worrying about smelling of sex seems somehow easier than trying to work out what’s going on now. And why Drew looks so smug all of a sudden.

  Then we’re all our feet.

  Drew holds my arm as I step into my shoes, and then I just stand there like a lemon while the men exchange complicit looks.

  “So…that’s it then. Better get back. It’s…um…been interesting.”

  I don’t know what to say. What to think. Other than to feel bereft because I don’t want it to end.

  Drew raises his eyebrows questioning Steve. Steve shrugs…and smiles…and nods.

  “Do you fancy a holiday, Caitlyn?”

  Eh?

  “Er, I beg your pardon?”

  “A holiday? With us,” chimes in Steve, reaching for my hand, just as Drew takes the other one.

  “We’ve just scored a major deal for our company, and our reward to ourselves is a fortnight in the Caribbean, in a luxury villa,” Drew says, squeezing my hand. “If you came with us, it would be amazing…and…well, it would give us all a chance to get to know each other again…and…”

  “And what?” My mind is racing and reeling. Thinking how crazy this is on one hand, but on the other, thinking, yes, yes, you can do this. I haven’t had a proper break in months, years even, and Susie, my assistant, has been longing for more responsibility. She’s well up to the task of taking over for a couple of weeks.

  I hardly dare think about any implications beyond the practical.

  “Well…let’s just see how things go,” says Steve, also squeezing my hand, “See what develops…what transpires. It’ll be a blast, Caitlyn, please come.” He leans in close, kisses the side of my neck. “We’ll make it worth your while.”

  “You bet we will,” adds Drew, kissing me from the other side.

  I surge along the corridors until we reach the assembly hall and the party. I can’t stop smiling and I feel crazy, happy and horny. One or two people eye me strangely, as if they can sense an unusual vibe and my wild excitement, but mostly everyone’s still just talking and happily getting reacquainted.

  I find Susie. She’s happy to take over. Right now. I find my bag, give her the keys to my car, tell her to take it and use it all she likes for a couple of weeks. One of the servers can drive the van.

  Not bothering to say goodbye to anyone, and vaguely hoping that the hors d’oeuvres hold out against Melinda’s onslaughts, I race towards the school’s entrance hall, my heart and my pussy thudding with excitement.

  I can’t wait to get back to them. I can’t wait for what might happen in a luxurious hotel suite, where there are silk sheets
on a four-poster, and champagne and strawberries and two fabulous men to feast on.

  In the entrance hall, a couple are talking in low, intense tones. Even in my euphoria, I can sense a strange vibe other than mine. It’s Willa Riley and James Adams. They were married, and now they’re separated. But there’s an energy still surging between them. Something going on…

  “Where are you going, Caitlyn? Are you leaving the party already?” asks Willa, breaking eye contact with her ex for a moment, as if intrigued by me. “Is something going on?”

  Her dark eyes narrow in curiosity, but I can’t pause long enough to explain.

  “Yes. Yes, it is,” I hurl over my shoulder dashing for the open doors, and the large chauffeured car I can see beyond them. “But I can’t explain, because I don’t know what it is yet.”

  I barely hear her answer, because I’m out on the gravel, my stomach full of butterflies as the back passenger door to the limo opens and Steve steps out. He helps me into the car, and as we draw away, the privacy screen slides up, and he and Drew both move in and reach for me.…

  As they touch and kiss me, a new adventure, maybe even a new life, has just begun.

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