Lynne's Love Triangle (9 page)

“Look’s like you’re just about done here.” He got up from his knees, wiping the small bits of road and gravel from his dark blue Levis.

“I’m sorry you had to get dirty because of me.” She winced. How was that for a thank you? Her mother would be ashamed of her manners. She was raised Southern to be gracious and hospitable, but her dream guy had her stumbling over her tongue. If you looked down, you could probably see the puddles of drool. She decided it was best to look him straight in his eyes. Even if they did make her insides go all gooey. The words gushed out. “Thank you.”

His smile traveled clear to his eyes.

Heat burned her cheeks.

Oh jeez! She hadn’t felt this awkward since she was a teenager.

“That’s okay.” He cupped her face in the palm of his hand, tipping up her face to better meet his gaze. “I’m glad you called. I wanted to see you again.”

The breath caught in her throat.

She wanted to scream to the heavens. He wanted to see her again. She shouldn’t be so elated, but she didn’t want to pretend she wasn’t thrilled to see him, too.

She ached to kiss him. Embrace him—and do a whole lot more, but she wasn’t in the mood to get arrested for public nudity and exhibitionism. With her luck, their little sideshow would be on the morning news.

Oh lord, but how much fun she could have making a show.

An image of her co-workers watching her performance over a cup of coffee on the news put the thought out of her head. She was a respectable teacher to the rest of the community. Her sex life was something she didn’t want to broadcast to the world.

“Me, too. Can I treat you to lunch? I feel like I should do something to thank you.”

“I can think of a way you can thank me.” His voice drifted as he dipped low to kiss her. Quicker than she liked, he pulled away.

Her temperature rose a degree or two in response. “Now?”

“Unless you have something else you have to rush off to do this morning.”

“Not really. It’s not like I have to work. I was going to treat myself to a spa day and do the works. Nails, hair, waxing. Lunch. Shopping.” Heat creeped up her neck, making her hot and restless. She knew what she’d rather be doing. His proposition was much more fun than sitting in an armchair to get her nails painted. “But I can call the spa and cancel.”

“No, don’t change you plans. It sounds like a fun day. I’ll take a rain check. We’ll do dinner.”

Patience wasn’t one of her virtues, but this would be worth the wait. “Okay. Dinner. Your place or mine?”

“I’ll pick you up at seven.” He bent low and kissed the tip of her nose. “Wear something…nice.”

Disappointed, she sighed. She’d much rather wear nothing at all.

“Pick me up at six, and I’ll have time to try you on for size.”

He grinned. “Six it is.”

He gave her a pat on the rump before stepping away. “I can hardly wait.”

“I can’t believe you are making me wait,” she said in frustration.

“Eight o’clock isn’t far off.”

“Six!” She growled.

He laughed and waved a friendly goodbye. “Just teasing, I won’t be late.”

She blew a kiss—incentive not to be late—before sliding into her car. She could see him in the rear view mirror, stoically watching her drive away. The breeze ruffled his hair, emphasizing his boyish charm. He was sexy as hell without even trying.

He’d better not be late. She had big plans for him.

* * * *

Lynne relaxed, her feet firmly planted in a bucket of soapy water. She'd blabbered her secrets to her cosmetologist, Serena. They'd known each other since junior high, and Lynne found her easy to talk to. Serena never judged her, just enjoyed hearing about her life. “My God, girl you didn’t sleep with both of them, did you?”

“I did.” There was pride in Lynne’s voice when she made her announcement.

“I can’t believe it took you this long to get Kurt into bed. When you do something, you do it right. Two lovers giving you their all. You lucky dog! You have to give me all the details. Come on dish!”

“A girl has to have some secrets,” Lynne said conscious of prying ears. She wasn’t sure how much of her life she wanted to get around town. It was very evident by the tip of heads, every woman in the spa was listening to their conversation including Donna, who was working on Lynne’s pedicure. She was quietly involved in her task, but never the less she couldn’t help but hear. Donna removed her feet from soaking, drying her skin well before massaging fragrant oil up her leg.

“Well you know the guys always kiss and tell. You gotta give me something. I’m dying here! What’s it like to be with two men at once?”

“It’s complicated.” Lynne noticed Serena’s starry-eyed gaze and relented just a little. “And it’s wonderful. I’ll tell you more when we’re alone.”

“Was Kurt worth the wait?” Serena pressed.

“I’ll say, but I made a mistake waiting so long. I should have jumped his bones years ago. The fact Elvis watched made it all the more exciting.”

“You slept with Elvis? That’s too freaky. The guy’s been dead for years.”

“Calm down, for goodness sake. It was only an Elvis impersonator, but every bit as sexy as the young Elvis.”

“You are such a tease!” Serena splashed Lynne.

“Now you did it. Now I’m not going to tell you anything.” Lynne laughed while Donna spread her toes with a soft sponge and began painting the color Lynne had chosen. She planned to wear open-toed shoes tonight. She’d heard somewhere men were turned on by naked toes in four-inch heels.

“Then I’ll get even one day by having a foursome and not telling you anything.”

“Are you crazy? A foursome?”

“Haven’t you learned anything at all from the other night? You can never have too many men at once.”

“Never?” Lynne appraised her seemingly shy, bookworm friend with a new respect. She didn’t think the girl had a social life outside the library during high school, but over the years, she must have come outside of her shell. “I think this is a side of you I’ve never known.”

“Back in my heyday, I juggled twelve men at once.”

“They just never knew about each other.” Lynne guessed.

“No, but now you have me wishing I told them about each other. Just think of the fireworks I could have had in my bed.” Both women burst into laughter simultaneously.

“Everything’s better in pairs.” Lynne added with a grin. “Even men.”

* * * *

They carpooled to Sam’s Sushi Bar for lunch since parking downtown was a pain. Sam’s was a hidden gem in downtown Nashville. Close to everything, with some of the best authentic sushi you’ll get outside of Japan. Cheap food and large portions kept Lynne coming back for more. The menu selection was small, but only because Sam was practically a one man show. Lynne and Serena came often enough to know what to order right away without looking at the menu. Two sides of Tofu Nigiri and veggie rolls. They managed to steal a table just as a couple got up. The wooden chair made a scratching sound against the tile floor as they sat down. This place was often packed to the gills. Sam was often frustrated enough with too many customers, and he would lock the front doors when the line got too long. Sam was a funny guy.

Usually, Lynne liked to watch the old man interact with the customers, getting into political discussions and telling the customers how to order. Today, Serena wouldn’t leave Lynne alone about her sexual adventure over the holidays.

“So when are you going to see him again?”

“Kurt?” Lynne clarified.

“Yeah, it took so long to get him in your bed. You’d think he wouldn’t let you out of his sight.”

“Well, I don’t know what his plans are, and I don’t care. I won’t miss him. I have a date with Elvis again tonight.”

“You slut, you!”

“A girl just wants to have fun, and sluts have more fun.” She didn’t care about talking too much here. Even with a crowd of people, everyone was too self-absorbed to care about their conversation. The women at the salon spread rumors faster than the Internet, and Lynne didn’t feel like being their fodder.

“One day you are going to have to give me lessons.” Serena topped her sushi in soy sauce before taking a bite.

“Everyone needs to let go once in a while.” Lynne sipped her Kirin beer.

“It took you long enough. Life is too short to wait twenty-three years to cut loose.”

“I’m only forty, and I started cutting loose at fifteen, not that it’s any of your business…”

“Okay, no big deal.” Serena smirked and took another bite.

“Maybe I should be asking you for pointers.” Lynne grabbed up the last sushi roll before Serena could get it.

“I never took two men to my bed at one time. I still don’t know how you did it. Someone had to play the waiting game.”

“They took turns.” Lynne shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“I can’t imagine any man willing to wait.”

“Kurt is one of the most patient guys in the world. He waited forever for me, and he was so sweet to set this up. It was his Christmas gift to me.”

“Wow.” Serena poked through the chopped veggies on the platter searching for one last sushi roll

They finished their meal quietly, and Serena didn’t ask any more questions.

Lynne felt relieved she’d told someone. It had been good to talk it over with a friend. The night of lust had been weighing on her mind. She really enjoyed it. She didn’t want it to be a one-night stand. She wanted both men, and couldn’t choose. She would love to do a ménage again, but what were the odds of it happening?

“Can I be frank with you?” Lynne leaned across the table and whispered.

“You can always talk to me, girl.” Serena smiled.

“It was the best night of my life. I have never been so satisfied. We fucked until we were all exhausted, and I still didn’t want to stop. I wanted to do it again and again. It was absolutely wild. It got to the point I couldn’t stop. I think I was high on semen.

“I’m not sure I know how I am going to choose between them. Troy has a way with women…” She thought about his Christmas gift and the promises to come. She wanted everything her imitation Elvis had to give and more.
Then there was Kurt.
“And Kurt. How can I compare him to Kurt? He’s so sensitive. Kurt knows me like no one else does. He knows what I need. What I want. He would give me the world if he could. To be honest, I don’t want to choose between them–they both have special attributes, not to mention large cocks.”

“Mmm, sounds delicious. Why choose?”

Lynne looked at her friend as if she was crazy. “You know why. Eventually one of them is going to want more from me. Someone is going to ask for me to make a choice and when I can’t, it will be nothing but trouble with a capital T.”

“You know, I think the best advice I ever received about men compared them to shoes.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Men are like shoes. You have to keep trying them on until you find a pair that fit.”

“What if they both fit?”

“Maybe you should sleep with them again to help make up your mind. Then you can choose with a clearer mind. How well do you really know your Elvis?”

“Not too much, but I plan to know him very well after tonight.”

* * * *

Lynne wasn’t very hungry–for food. Lunch with Serena had filled her tummy, but her cunt was empty and aching for her dinner partner. Wasn’t this meal ever going to end?

“Something bothering you, sweetheart?” Elvis squeezed her hand. “Hey, your hands are freezing cold. Are you scared?”

“No, just a little nervous.”