Daye, Rainey - An Unconventional Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (5 page)

“We weren’t planning on it,” Alex finally explained. “But as two male best friends growing up together, who had sleepovers together and played on the same football and baseball teams at school and went to all the scout overnights and camping trips together, well, I can’t remember a time that we hadn’t seen each other naked.”

“But then Alex really started to pack on the muscle when he hit puberty. His dad was a personal trainer, and he insisted that Alex start working on his muscle tone early. And I really began to envy his body when I noticed how many girls had crushes on him and followed him all over school. So I finally asked him and his dad to teach me how to work out so I could grab some of that action for myself.”

“And that’s around the time lover boy here finally had his first kiss,” Alex added with a laugh.

“Then why did it take you another year before you had your first girlfriend?” Maggie teased him, getting into the spirit of their good-natured bantering.

“Because I was too busy kissing as many girls as I possibly could,” Jess admitted. “Unlike loser boy there, I became so popular with the girls that I didn’t have to make them my girlfriends before they were willing to kiss me.”

“You…” Alex growled, lunging for him across Maggie’s lap, brushing up against her breast in the process, making Maggie shiver involuntarily. “Boys, do I have to separate you two?” Maggie chided in a mock stern tone as she pushed them apart, trying desperately to conceal her sexual reaction to them.

Laughing, Jess got back to their story. “By eleventh grade, we had both lost our ‘innocence,’ but frankly, something was missing.”

“I think it was because it was so much work trying to get into a girl’s pants,” Alex said thoughtfully. “High school girls are truly strange. They’re in the same grip of puberty as guys are, but they don’t really understand it and their bodies’ reactions. Nor do they seem to know exactly what they want sexually, much less how to ask for it or get it.”

“Not to mention the fear of becoming known as the school slut and an easy lay, coupled with the fear of pregnancy,” Jess added.

“Yeah,” Maggie said thoughtfully, “when you are that age, you still need a parent or guardian’s permission to get on the pill, not to mention the fear and trauma of going through such an invasive exam needed to get it. Teenage boys might be able to buy condoms without anyone raising an eyebrow at them, but if a teenage girl were to buy them?”

“True,” Alex concurred, “but unless he had an understanding uncle to talk him through the mechanics of sex and such, it was just as traumatic for guys.”

“Not to mention that if you happened to whip out a condom while you were with a girl, she would jump to the conclusion that you were planning on getting into her pants all along, rather than simply entertaining the hope that you might be lucky enough to score and wanted to be prepared if you were.”

Alex gave a disgruntled snort. “We were scouts, all the way to Eagle. Our motto is ‘Be Prepared.’ But did the girls we were with see it that way? Hell, no.”

Maggie couldn’t help herself and burst out laughing. “You poor things,” she commiserated. “Instead of commending you on your preparedness, they condemned you for your horniness.” She proceeded to laugh so hard she snorted.

The guys chuckled good-naturedly while Jess leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Alex is right. You are adorable,” he said.

Maggie blushed and encouraged them to continue their story before she did something stupid.

“So, when did you two finally give up on high-school girls and decide that you preferred men?” she asked.

“Well, it wasn’t quite like we just gave up on them,” Jess said hesitantly. “And it was never men, plural. It was more along the lines that we both slowly realized that we didn’t just
admire
each other’s bodies, but that we were actually
attracted
to each other’s bodies.”

Alex agreed. “Yeah, I remember my first wet dream about Jess. I woke up shaking and thinking I was a total freak of nature. So I banged Molly Fletcher in the backseat of my car after school that day just to prove to myself that I could still get hard for a girl.”

“You banged Molly Fletcher?” Jess asked incredulously.

“Yeah, so?” Alex asked with a frown.

“So did I,” Jess exclaimed.

“Well, she was the school tramp and an easy lay. That’s why I picked her that day.”

“God, I really hope you wore a condom. I shudder to think what kinds of diseases she might have had.”

“I’ve always used a condom. I’ve never had sex without one,” Alex groused, acting offended that Jess had to ask.

“Never?” Maggie gasped.

They both shook their heads at her, bemused.

“But you’re a couple. I thought couples didn’t need that type of protection. And it’s not like you can get each other pregnant,” she couldn’t help but point out.

“AIDS and HIV might not be in the news much these days, but it’s still a threat we take seriously, along with other forms of STDs,” Jess explained gently. “Neither of us is willing to take any chances with our health or the health of our partner. We both get tested every six months for all manner of STDs, and we both use a condom whenever there is any type of penetration taking place.”

“Oh, you practice safe sex. Good for you,” she finished lamely.

Alex pulled her to him for a quick hug. “It was a perfectly sensible question and assumption on your part,” he reassured her. “You’re just not familiar with the gay lifestyle, which is why we are answering your questions, so we can satisfy your curiosity.”

“Not to mention educating me. So go on. You had a sex dream about Jess, and it caused you to question your masculinity, so you fucked the school slut,” she summed up. “What about you, Jess?”

Jess blinked at her, clearly unaccustomed to vulgarity from her, and it took him a moment before he answered her question. “I found myself getting hard whenever I was in the boys’ shower room with Alex,” Jess confessed. “If anyone noticed my boner, I told them I was thinking about Ms. Shields, who was one of our gym instructors and the girls’ track coach.”

“Oh, my God, Ms. Shields,” Alex groaned reverently. “Her legs, and her breasts in those tight white T-shirts she always wore…”

“Which let you know that she always wore a black lace demi-cup bra, which was at least one size too small…” Jess added with a groan of his own.

“Every guy in school harbored a secret fantasy about her coming into the shower room while he was there, crooking her finger at him, and throwing him on the ground in front of everyone to have her wicked way with him.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jess groaned as he adjusted himself.

Fascinated at the lust they still felt for this woman, Maggie eyed them hungrily and gave in to her own little fantasy starring them.

Jess finally broke into her smutty thoughts by clearing his throat. “So yeah, shower room, hard-on, Alex,” he grated in a throaty tone.

Maggie couldn’t help herself and laughed. “You two take another minute and indulge in your adolescent fantasies concerning the totally hot Ms. Shields. I’ll wait,” she offered magnanimously.

“Oh, my god,” Alex suddenly burst out again.

“What?” they both asked.

“Now I realize why I find you so totally hot, Maggie.” You remind me of Ms. Shields.”

Maggie was completely flabbergasted by this admission while Jess shook his head at him in negation. “No she doesn’t.”

“She has red hair like Ms. Shields did,” Alex pointed out.

“Ms. Shields was more of a strawberry blonde,” Jess countered. “Maggie’s is a deep auburn.”

“Well, then. You can’t deny that her legs remind you of Ms. Shields’s.”

“Nah,” Jess countered again. “Maggie’s legs are much more toned and a hell of a lot longer than Ms. Shields’s ever thought of being.”

“Okay, you can’t argue the fact that Maggie has a rack every bit as firm and perky as Ms. Shields,” he insisted, but when Jess opened his mouth to refute his words, Alex conceded defeat. “You’re right. Maggie has much more mouth-watering breasts.”

“So, there,” Jess hastily said a bit too loudly. “Maggie is not a thing like Ms. Shields, so your attraction to her isn’t caused by your subconscious.”

“Attraction?” Maggie sputtered, while Jess cringed at his own slipup.

“Appreciation,” Jess hastily backtracked, afraid that Maggie would start to get squirrelly.

Alex nodded quickly. “Yeah, appreciation. After all, we aren’t blind. And you
are
a very beautiful woman.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed.

“Okay, not beautiful. Gorgeous, exotic, hot, and utterly doable. Better?” he replied with an easy grin, which Maggie found herself returning.

“So it was in high school that you two started having homoerotic feelings for each other?” she continued, trying to get them back on track.

“Homoerotic?” Jess asked with a raised brow.

“Hey, I go to college. I’ve taken a couple of psych classes for fun. Yes, homoerotic. It’s a perfectly good word, and I stand by it.”

Alex laughed as he nodded. “Yeah, it was our junior year in high school that we started viewing each other ‘homoerotically.’”

“But it wasn’t until our senior year that we acted on it,” Jess confessed.

“Oh,” Maggie breathed, intrigued and, frankly, a bit turned on. “What happened?”

* * * *

Jess and Alex exchanged a long look. The two of them both wanted Maggie in their bed, but their private life had always been private. No one in their immediate families knew the truth about them. Not that they were necessarily ashamed or fearful that their families would reject them, but because they knew no one would truly understand. Maggie was the first one they had ever considered letting in, and at first it was only because they both desired her and wanted her for their mutual sexual pleasure. But now that she was living with them, Alex found himself reevaluating everything.

“Jess, can I have a word with you in private?” Alex asked him.

Maggie immediately tried to jump up, obviously sensing the change in their mood. “Sorry,” she said contritely before nervously babbling, “I’m getting way too personal. I’ll just go ahead and leave now, since I still have a couple of chapters that I need to read before tomorrow.”

“No, you stay put, Maggie,” Alex said. “I just need to have a quick word with Jesse. We’ll be back in a minute.” Grabbing Jesse’s hand, he pulled him into the office behind the living room, which used to be his aunt and uncle’s bedroom.

“What’s wrong?” Jesse asked once Alex had shut the door.

“It’s this damn plan of yours,” Alex replied.

“You’ve lost me. We agreed to let her know about our past relationships with women so she’ll be more receptive when we tell her we’re actually bisexuals.”

“That’s not the problem,” Alex responded.

“Then what is, ’cause you’ve lost me here, bro.”

“It’s just that things are getting a bit
too
personal in there. I mean, you and me, that’s always been private. And our first time together?
Way
too personal for me. That’s ours, and it’s not something I feel comfortable sharing.”

“But you’re okay with sharing Maggie?” Jess countered.

Alex raked his hands through his dark hair as he began to pace. “I don’t know if I’m okay with sharing her any longer,” he finally admitted.

“What are you saying, Alex?”

“I don’t know what I’m saying. No. That’s not true. I know what I want, but I don’t know if I can ever have it,” he said in a hopeless voice.