And I opened my eyes to see both men staring at me, hot, hungry, two pairs of blue eyes trailing every inch of my pout, my swan neck, the big breasts that almost sat on the table.
"Honey, I've never seen a girl eat like you," rasped Brent. "It's a fucking turn-on."
"The way you bit into that, chewing and swallowing, shit baby," grunted Jason, "but it's enough to make a man fuckin' lose it in public."
And I giggled then.
"Oh both of you are so silly," I said coyly, looking up through my lashes. "Should I do that every time we're together then? Make a big grilled cheese sandwich and bite into it to turn you guys on, get the engines revved?"
And the men grinned at me.
"Couldn't hurt," ground out Brent.
"Fuck yeah, sounds good," added Jason. "While you're at it, why don't you coat your naked body with chocolate syrup and sprinkles too?"
And the comment made me laugh, lilting, melodic peals ringing through the empty diner, both men puffing their chests out, happy and proud.
"I love hearing you laugh baby," began Brent. "It's music to my ears."
Jason just nodded.
"You're sweet, Katy-Kat, sweet," he growled, his eyes like lasers on me.
And with that, I smiled, my energy restored somewhat, feeling happy, hopeful about our future.
"This has been a lot to take in," I murmured, "a lot to digest in a short amount of time. But I feel we can make it work," I said slowly. "It can really happen, somehow, some way. I guess the Monday, Wednesday, Friday idea wasn't the way to go, but we'll think of something else," I added with a rueful smile.
And Brent nodded, taking my small hand and squeezing it once more.
"We will, honey, we will, because both of us," he said, shooting Jason a meaningful glance, "want this to work. So we'll definitely put in our best efforts, give it the old college try."
And I turned to Jason, eyes wide, inclusive, trying to drawn him in.
"Will you, Jason?" I asked softly. "Will you?"
And Jason groaned, seizing my other hand.
"Sharing is caring," he ground out. "I never thought this would happen to me, but shit, I want you so bad … " his voice trailed off.
And I finished his sentence for him.
"You want me so bad, you'll try right?" I whispered, looking deep into his eyes. "You'll try, won't you?"
And he nodded before rumbling in his throat, "Yeah, I'll try."
I took a deep breath then.
"Well, that's settled … sort of," I said, fingers drumming on the cheap linoleum countertop. Because nothing had been hammered out in detail, we'd agreed we were going to share, but the boundaries were unclear. When was I going to be with each man? Whose bed would I sleep in? Who could touch where, when? And so I decided to propose a waiting period, a time for things to sink in.
"Everything's been so crazy lately," I began slowly, "that maybe we should give it some time. What do you guys think about a waiting period, some quiet time before we start up … um, our relationship?"
The men were silent.
"Naw, not necessary," rumbled Brent.
And Jason was the same.
"Fuck no," he ground out roughly. "Because shit Katy, I need to touch you … ."
But his statement nailed it.
"That's exactly why we should wait," I concluded firmly. "We need some time without touching one another, the physical is so strong between us that we can't think clearly. Some alone time will give us an opportunity to digest, figure out if this is what we really want."
And it sounded so adult, so mature, that even I was surprised by my words.
But Brent spoke up again.
"Well, how long were you thinking?" he asked, eyes deceptively casual. "Because like this dude here, I don't think I can wait long. I need you, honey, need your sweet pussy wrapped around my dick."
And I gasped, his words took away my breath with their directness, the way he was so upfront with what he wanted, what only I could give.
I looked between the two men.
"How about a week?" I proposed softly. "That's not too long, is it?"
Both men rejected the idea immediately.
"Fuck no, your body was just breached, it needs immediate love again," began Jason.
"Absolutely not," grunted Brent. "I know we promised not to fight," he said, shooting a look at Jason, "but if you're not in our arms in a couple days, there's gonna be way too much testosterone brewing in the trailer, shit'll go down for sure."
And Jason glared right back at Brent, shoulders tense, almost growling like he was ready to take it up right there. But I stepped in before things could get crazy.
"How about forty-eight hours then?" I said softly, seizing each of their hands. "We'll give ourselves two days to think things through, and if we're all still on-board, then we'll regroup and hammer out the details."
Silence for a moment. Both men looked like they'd swallowed something gross, something that made them choke and hurl. But forty-eight hours was doable, we were human beings and not animals with no self-control.
So Jason nodded.
"Fine," he grunted, none too graciously.
And Brent agreed as well.
"We'll re-group in two days and see where everyone is," he intoned smoothly. "But honey, I know I won't change my mind."
The heat in Jason's eyes told me the same, that these two men were so intent on loving me, on taking me, possessing and cherishing, that whatever form or fashion was enough, they'd take whatever I was giving.
And the knowledge made my heart sing, made me unbelievably happy, my emotions soaring on Cloud Nine.
"Oh good," I said softly, "because I want you too, both of you," I amended. "This break is just a small precaution, just in case. Because who knows what could happen?" I said with a wry smile. "Maybe lightning will strike."
Silence for a moment.
"I'd need a lobotomy to change my mind," said Brent wryly. "I'm forty-five honey, forty-eight hours isn't gonna make a difference."
And Jason nodded as well.
"Naw, me neither," was all he said, staring at me intently, making me grow warm all over again. And whaddya know, but our nosy waitress sashayed over once more.
"Anything else I can get for you folks?" she asked sassily, cocking one hip out, forcing us to notice the way her apron was tied tight around her waist, boobs busting out. "Water? Coke? Beer? Another sandwich?"
The way the middle-aged woman gushed made me embarrassed for her, how she fawned over the two men, ignoring me completely. And was it my imagination, or had she blown out her hair while we were eating, taken a hairdryer to her strands? The locks looked suspiciously silky although she hadn't held back with the hairspray, the artificial smell filling my nostrils, making me choke.
But my lovers took it in a stride.
"Naw we're good," drawled Brent. "Just the check."
And the waitress simpered, nodding agreeably, probably slipping him her phone number as he paid. But it didn't bother me because these were my men, they belonged to me, we belonged to one another and the waiting period was a mere formality. Because what could really change? We'd already sampled each other physically and knew we were a fit. Plus, living together for a year made sure we were on intimate terms, our personalities complementary.
So I turned back to the men before getting into the truck cab.
"It'll be good after," I promise, I breathed. "It'll be really good, you'll see."
Jason and Brent nodded again, their eyes hard, hot and hungry on my curvy form, saying nothing, the air crackling with feeling, with sheer need.
"I promise," I said again softly, shutting the car door. "I promise, it will."
And internally, my heart pounded. Because it was true, things would be perfect … they had to be.
CHAPTER NINE
Katy
I couldn't wait for the waiting period to be over, I was dying for my men. But what do you know, Jock McMahan called and asked me out right when we got back.
"Hey yo, you wanna see a movie?" he grunted into the phone.
My first instinct was to say no. This guy grossed me out and I didn't care if he was a stud at school. I had my lovers and that was that. But a feeling of caution overtook me. After all, my set-up with Jason and Brent wasn't exactly "normal." I was a teen girl exploring a ménage with two men, what would happen if word got out? We'd be the talk of the town, people would surely think I was trash. So to preserve the illusion of normalcy a little longer, I agreed.
"Sure," I said reluctantly. What the fuck was wrong with me? I had to sound excited, like a cooing, fawning girl. So I forced myself to man up. "Which movie did you want to see Jock?" I chirped then, trying to sound eager and willing.