Breakfast at Tiffany’s (6 page)
She nodded and looked over their comments and ratings.
“Okay, I’m going to trust you on this. Your opinions matter most to me. They always have.”
Shane chuckled. “We’re just glad you took our opinions on some of those losers you dated.”
“Excuse me? According to you, no one was good enough for me.”
“Nope. No
one
guy. But there were two we highly approved of.”
“It would seem I lucked out in getting the best two.”
They stared at her with their smoldering good looks and she couldn’t take it any longer.
“Okay, it’s time for you guys to go. I still have a ton of stuff to do to get ready for tomorrow.”
Marcus helped Shane push the coffee table back. “Are you sure?”
She’d never look at that couch the same way again. “Yes, I’m sure. You guys are the best. Now out with you. The sooner you go the sooner my mind can start functioning again.”
Shane opened the door and stopped halfway out. “Good luck tomorrow.”
“Be sure to give us a call and let us know the good news,” added Marcus.
“You bet.”
She watched them until they were out of her sight, and closed the door. With her back against the wall, she glanced around the room and let it all sink in. Other than the five smoothies that she planned to make in the morning before the interview, everything else was ready. It wasn’t that she wanted them to go, but she needed some time alone to process everything that had taken place.
The change from friends to lovers had gone much smoother than she ever thought possible. Maybe she’d overanalyzed it too much, or perhaps she hadn’t been mature enough to know what she wanted. Now it was clear, and it felt good to have everything out in the open. No more tiptoeing around the obvious. No more wondering about how to behave around them; she could just be herself. Even if that meant wearing nasty colored panties with vulgar sayings sewn on them. Even if that meant not having the perfect body, or not doing everything right all of the time. Whatever her flaws, she’d managed to snare the affections of two hot hunks who were both her best friends and lovers. Best of all, she didn’t have to choose between them.
Tiffany shook her head and got started cleaning up the kitchen. Somehow she had a feeling she’d sleep well tonight. Maybe that banana would make a different kind of appearance in her dream.
Tiffany sat in the waiting room of the bank with about twenty other hopefuls to get their projects up and running. Her knees bobbed up and down while she waited for her name to be called. She’d dressed in a soft white blouse and a black A-line skirt that, in her opinion, made her look elegant and business-like. She hoped the committee agreed. Beside her sat the cooler filled with her smoothies and a briefcase with her notes, charts, and visual displays. She was ready and she knew it.
A loud buzz of an intercom interrupted her mental checklist. She watched the receptionist answer, and then stand, motioning toward her. “Tiffany Woods, the committee is ready to see you now.”
Her heart dropped to the floor, and all her confidence went along with it. Suddenly she visualized the committee as a band of flesh-eating zombies or bloodthirsty varmints who would suck her dry. Why did she think she could do this again? What made her so special that she deserved to be given the okay to start up her own business?
The walk along the burgundy and green carpet stretched forever. Her legs could barely carry her. Then she thought of the two people who were rooting for her. She also thought of
Tiffany raised her chin and continued to follow the receptionist into a large room. She smiled at the faces that assessed her with skeptical brows, and took a seat at the head of the long mahogany table. It was time to strut her stuff.
* * * *
An hour later, Tiffany emerged from the office with a smile on her face and the best news of her life. Her loan had been approved. The committee loved her ideas, believed she possessed enough business sense and spirit to make her business thrive, and they couldn’t stop going on about how delicious her smoothies were. Their favorite being Banana Cabana.
Tiffany decided to make a quick stop and grab a few things from the sexy boutique around the corner. She wanted to celebrate her good news, and let Marcus and Shane know just how much she appreciated their help.
When she got home, she called and left a message on their machine. “Good news guys, I got it. In celebration, I’d love it if you could stop by my place. Around
? Hopefully you can make it. See ya.”
She hung up the phone and smiled. It was her turn to surprise them.
Shane pulled into the driveway. Marcus had his hands filled with flowers, a card and a bottle of chilled champagne.
“Damn I’m excited,” Shane exclaimed. “Our girl did it.”
“Hell yeah,” Marcus whooped beside him. “She deserves all the success in the world. I listened to the message about five times and it didn’t sound like she was distant or strained. Difficult to tell on an answering machine, though.”
“I know, man. I spent most of the day worrying if we’d screwed up. I had a hard time concentrating at work.”
“Same. I guess we’ll find out if she has any regrets.”
“Let’s make sure we don’t come on too strong, and give her some space. To be on the safe side. Here, hand me the champagne.”
They went up to the door and knocked. “I don’t hear the blender or any screaming. That’s a good sign,” Marcus joked.
The door opened and there was no mistaking it. Tiffany looked even more radiant than when they’d left her. Rosy cheeks, eyes sparkling, and an all-over glow. She’d made herself up more than usual with makeup, and her hair tumbled around her shoulders in loose waves. Even the white apron she wore made her look more mature. Gone was the serious studious look. She’d looked hot before, but something about her had changed. Like she’d blossomed into a woman overnight.
“Hey guys. Come in.”
Shane nearly tripped over his feet to get inside. “Congratulations. We brought you a few things to let you know how happy we are for you.”
“We’re sure proud of you.” Marcus held up the flowers.
“Aw, you guys are sweet. Thank you.”
When she turned, Shane did a double take and Marcus groaned. He hadn’t noticed at first, but the apron was all she was wearing. Nothing else. And it was held together by a lacy red bow that rested on the swell of her perfectly curved ass.
She took the flowers and card while Shane carried the champagne to the counter.
He cleared his throat that had suddenly become dry. “Uh, that’s quite the outfit you’ve got on there.”
“This silly little thing?” Lust sparkled in her eyes.
“Yeah well, that silly little thing just gave me one hell of a hard-on.”
Marcus sucked in his breath beside him. “I second that. You look incredible.”
He scratched his head. So much for being on their best behavior. “So, what happened to that insecure woman we were with yesterday?”
Tiffany waved her hand. “I’m right here. I just happen to feel extra good today.”
“And why the change? Was it getting the approval?”
“It’s more than that. Good things are in store for me. I have everything I need to be happy. And two handsome men to share it with.”
She untied the apron and let it slide off. “I wanted to thank you again for your help. You’ve both always supported everything I’ve ever done, and it means the world to me. A girl couldn’t ask for two more wonderful guys in her life.”
Shane felt his face heat up. “Okay, now you’re embarrassing
us
this time.”
“I’d like to show you my appreciation with more than words.”
She went over to the couch and spread her legs, resting her feet up on the coffee table. From behind the cushion pillow, she took out a yellow dildo in the shape of a banana. Shane’s cock pushed painfully against his zipper.
“Where did you get that?”
“At a store I went to this afternoon. They had all kinds of fun things to play with, but I saw the banana and knew it was the right choice.”
He pulled his shirt collar away from his neck. In the middle of coffee table sat a bowl of bright red cherries, some strawberries, and a can of whipped cream. “I had some leftover fruit, and it seemed a shame to waste it.”
Shane nodded. “A shame indeed.” He also noticed a box of blueberry-flavored condoms. The siren had thought of everything.
“Why don’t you boys sit over on the loveseat? You can get a nice view from there.”
Marcus followed his lead and they sat down across from her. Neither said a word.
She moved her hand to between her thighs and circled her clit. He watched in awe as her head tilted back, her mouth open and suggestive. She spread her legs wider and brought the tip of the dildo to her slit.
“Thanks to you, my dreams last night got pretty steamy. I woke up so horny.” She traced her pussy with the dildo. “And I thought, ‘I’m going to need something to get me through until I see the guys again.’ It’s not a substitute by any means. You’re both much bigger and thicker. But I’ll need something to quench my desires.”
Beads of sweat broke out across his forehead. He’d never been so damn turned on before.
“Well, you have to do what you have to do, right,” he offered.
“Exactly. I can’t have your big thick cocks inside my wet pussy every minute of the day, so now I have a back up. Want to see how it works?”
Both he and Marcus nodded.
“Good.” She pushed the toy inside her slick opening with a slow and steady hand.
Shane had to adjust himself or risk a permanent zipper indentation.
A moment later, she slid the length of the dildo all the way in and back out again, to where he could see her cream along the tip.
“Shit,” Marcus groaned beside him.
She moaned and leaned back into the cushion. Her folds were soaked and swollen. While she pumped the dildo in and out, she jiggled her clit with her fingers. A beautiful pink haze coated her skin and her nipples tightened to erect little points.
He looked to Marcus and recognized the same anguish etched on his face. The pain that said it was killing him to watch. He returned his gaze to Tiffany and trained his eyes on the way she moved her hips and undulated her body. Tiny gasps and sighs escaped from her o-shaped mouth. His cock throbbed and wrenched in remembrance of how good it felt inside her pussy. Finally, he pulled off his shirt and worked his jeans down. While he struggled with the laces of his shoes, he noticed Marcus starting to undress as well.
“Oh god,” she cried. “I’m going to come any second.”
Shane sat at the edge of the loveseat, naked and focused on her. “That’s right. Come for us. We want to watch you come hard.”
She fixed her eyes on them and curled her lips. He wondered if she knew how fucking sinful she looked right then on the brink of an orgasm. The dildo slipped in and out faster, her fingers tapping against her clit.
“Yes, oh yes, oh my god, yes,” she moaned and then her body shuddered.
Cock in hand, he watched the seductive way her body writhed and coiled. The way her eyelids fluttered and her lips quivered. She pulled out the dildo, and his breath hitched at the sight of all her cream.
He elbowed Marcus and they both got up. Shane grabbed the can of whipped cream and shook it. Sitting beside her, he took the dildo from her hands and rested it on the table. “You’re so hot. You almost made me come just watching you.”
He sprayed the whipped cream around both nipples and Marcus added the cherries.
Shane licked at the whipped cream and nibbled the cherry. He swallowed and licked his lips.
“I see a tight little bead demanding my attention.” Lips wrapped around her nipples, he took turns suckling and tugging it between his teeth. Marcus attended to her other nipple, and she squirmed between them. When they’d licked her clean, Shane brought a strawberry over to her mouth. As she bit into it, the juice ran down the sides of her mouth and pooled between her breasts. He and Marcus followed the trail with their tongues.
“You’re making me hungry,” she whispered.
Shane took another strawberry from the bowl and held it out. “Want more of this?”
She shook her head. “No. I need something else to satisfy my appetite.”
He gave her a quizzical look. “What did you want?”
Tiffany moved from the couch to the floor and knelt between them. “The taste of your cocks in my mouth.”
Tiffany wrapped her hands around their lengths and stroked. Their hot, hard flesh in her palm made her wet with desire. She savored their cocks, one and then the other, while they groaned their approval. They tasted so good. They tasted like a dream. She did her best to take them in deep, her mouth tight.