MMF Initiation (3 page)
She could
hardly remember how it had started. It had probably been when she
used to write fan-fiction - all those years ago. When she had first
heard the term 'slash', she'd had no idea what it meant. Then,
after she had discovered what it was, she had been appalled. The
idea of her favourite male characters – doing it! Yuk! Yet, at the
same time, she was fascinated. So much so that eventually it was
all she read. The next stage was when she started to write slash
fan fiction herself. She had never let on to her friends what she
was writing; she had always hidden behind a screen name. From
there, she had progressed to watching porn. She'd watched plenty of
male/female porn with her previous boyfriends (Michael had never
shown any interest), but had found herself more and more drawn to
male/male porn. It turned her on more than any amount of
male/female stuff.
“Did you get up
in the night?” Michael poured her a bowl of cereal.
She hesitated,
wondering how he knew. She was sure she hadn't woken him.
“My t-shirt was
on the floor on your side of the bed.”
She cursed her
own stupidity.
“Oh yes. I
couldn't sleep, so I got up and had a glass of milk.”
“Are you okay
this morning?”
“I'm fine.” She
knew he would be horrified if he knew the truth – that she had been
watching two beautiful guys fucking. What would he do? Walk out on
her? She didn't want to find out. She made herself a promise – no
more. It was a promise she knew she would not be able to keep.
Kate hated her
job. She hadn't listened when her teachers and parents had tried to
tell her how important formal qualifications were. She had thought
she knew better – she had been wrong. Ever since leaving school six
years ago, she had drifted from one dead-end job to another. She
was currently employed by MaxPart Ltd, a company which sold parts
for boilers – life doesn't get any more exciting than that. Kate
worked in the despatch department which meant she spent most of her
day parcelling goods ready for the post. It was mind numbingly
boring which gave her plenty of time to daydream – something she
was always getting told off for. She was just thankful no one knew
what she was daydreaming about.
Today, to make
matters even worse, she had been volunteered to work overtime by
her boss, Arthur Bright. Kate hated the guy with a passion. He
brought a whole new meaning to the word ugly. And his breath! He
could stun an elephant at thirty metres. Her protests had fallen on
deaf ears, so one hour after she would normally have left for home,
she was still packing flexible joints.
“We are five
short,” Arthur shouted from the other side of the room.
Kate shrugged;
why should she care?
“You'll have to
fetch some from the stores.” He threw her a key. “You'll need this.
The guys in the stores will have gone home.”
Kate caught the
key. The entrance to the stores was at the far side of the
building. This was going to take at least another fifteen minutes.
She began to wonder if she would ever get home. Normally she would
enjoy a visit to the stores. The two guys in there, Alfie and
Simon, were her age and really fit. She liked to flirt with them,
but knew nothing could ever come of it because they both had steady
girlfriends. Pity – she would have fucked either of them – if she
wasn't with Michael obviously.
The whole
building was quiet. Anyone with any sense had long since gone home.
Kate was kicking herself for not standing up to Arthur. She should
have told him to stick his overtime. He had been right about the
stores; the serving hatch next to the main door was closed - a sure
sign everyone had gone home. Kate had never been in the stores
after hours. She hoped the flexible joints would be on one of the
lower shelves because she didn't fancy the idea of scrambling up a
ladder.
She unlocked
the door, and was surprised to find the lights were still on
inside. But then, Alfie and Simon were pretty happy go lucky, so
they could easily have forgotten to turn them off when they left.
The stores ran the full length of the building. The smaller parts
were stored on shelves at the near end close to the door. The
larger parts were kept on pallets at the far end, out of sight.
Kate double checked the location of the parts she wanted. At last,
a piece of good luck – they were on the lower shelf, so no ladder
required. More importantly, there were plenty in stock. She dropped
five into a padded bag, and then made her way back to the exit.
Kate scribbled a quick note, and left it on the shelf next to the
door, so the guys would know she had taken the parts when they
arrived next morning. She was trying to decide whether or not to
turn off the lights when she heard something. She stood quite still
– listening. There was a voice, maybe more than one, coming from
the far side of the stores. Perhaps Alfie and Simon hadn't gone
home after all. That would explain why the lights were still on.
But why would they have locked the door? She decided to go tell
them she had taken the parts.
She checked her
watch as she walked towards the far end of the stores. Michael
would be home by now. She had sent him a text earlier, so hopefully
dinner would be ready by the time she arrived home. It better be,
otherwise there would be hell to pay. Just then, she caught sight
of Alfie, and was about to call out to him when...
She stopped
dead in her tracks, trying to take in what she had seen. Alfie was
bare chested, the top half of his overalls undone, hanging loose
from the waist. Next to him was Simon. The two men were kissing!
She didn't want to be seen, but couldn't stop herself from peeping
around the end of the shelving unit. The kiss was as passionate as
any Kate had ever witnessed. Simon's hands were on Alfie's chest.
Her heart was racing; she felt as though they might hear her
breathing. Alfie was undoing the buttons on Simon's overalls.
Moments later, both men were bare chested. Simon was slim with a
smooth chest, Alfie had a more athletic build, complete with six
pack. Kate couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Alfie push his
hand inside Simon's overall bottoms. This was crazy. Both guys had
girlfriends; Kate had met them at the company's Christmas do. Had
that been a sham? On the evidence in front of her, she thought it
must have been. The two stopped kissing as Alfie dropped onto his
knees, and pulled down Simon's overalls and boxers. Kate's gaze
went straight to Simon's erection. She was aware of the dampness
between her legs, but resisted the temptation to touch herself.
Besides, she dare hardly breathe, in case she gave herself
away.
Alfie had
Simon's cock in his hand. Kate watched enviously as he began to
slide his fingers up and down the shaft. His other hand cupped
Simon's balls. Simon had his back against a wall; his eyes were
closed. He was quite obviously enjoying the hand job – so was Kate!
Alfie lowered his head – Kate knew immediately what was to come.
She could no longer resist the urge to touch herself. Her fingers
moved her panties to one side, and pushed into her wetness. Simon's
cock slid slowly into Alfie's mouth. Simon now had his eyes open,
and was looking down as Alfie took him deep into his mouth. Kate
pressed her fingers in and out of her pussy as she watched Simon
put his hands on the back of Alfie's head. She desperately wanted
to touch her clit, but daren't because she knew she would lose
control. It suddenly occurred to Kate that Arthur would be
wondering where she was. She felt the blood drain from her face as
she realised he might telephone the stores to see what was delaying
her. If he did, the game would be up for sure. She could have
watched them all night, but knew she had to get back or risk being
found out. She edged slowly backwards, keeping her gaze on the two
guys until the shelving obscured her view.
She almost gave
the game away by turning the light out, but stopped herself just in
time. She closed and locked the door as quietly as she could before
rushing back to the despatch office.
“Where the hell
have you been?” Arthur wasn't happy.
Kate told him
she'd had difficulty finding the parts. He said something
derogatory under his breath, but then let it go.
Michael had
prepared dinner as instructed, but she had been too distracted for
conversation. Incredibly, he had been feeling horny – a somewhat
rare event – but she had surprised him by saying she had a
headache. What she had witnessed in the stores had totally thrown
her, and she needed time to work it out in her own mind. Michael
had been extra attentive all night. She supposed he must have been
concerned – it was out of character for her to turn down sex.
The next
morning, she had tried to make amends by taking him coffee in bed.
He had asked again if anything was the matter. If only he knew.
Kate hadn't slept very well; her mind had been spinning as she kept
playing back the image of Alfie and Simon. The whole episode still
seemed surreal. 'They have girlfriends', she kept saying to
herself. She was worried what she would do or say when she next saw
either of the two guys. With any luck, she would be able to avoid
them for a few days.
The day at work
dragged even more than usual. On a couple of occasions, Arthur had
needed something from the stores, but both times he had walked down
there himself. That wasn't so unusual. Kate knew he often used that
as an excuse to make a diversion outside where he would grab a
crafty cigarette. With five minutes to go before the end of her
shift, Kate was planning the evening's events. She knew she had to
make it up to Michael, so planned to make his favourite meal -
Steak and chips. For afters, Kate planned to give him a treat. A
nice slow blow job at the dining room table.
“Kate.” Arthur
had the telephone in his hand. She hadn't even heard it ring. “Pick
up!”
She lifted the
receiver on her desk, Arthur replaced his.
“Hello?”
“Kate. It's
Simon.”
Her blood ran
cold at the sound of his voice. She could feel her hand
shaking.
“Kate. Are you
there?”
“Yes.” Her
voice was little more than a squeak.
“Sorry to call
you so close to knock-off, but I need you to come and collect these
parts before you go home.”
“What
parts?”
“An emergency
breakdown for Rabon.” Rabon was one of their biggest customers.
“I haven't seen
an order from them.”
“Their store
guy called me direct because it's a breakdown. If you hurry, you
should catch the courier.” With that he ended the call.
“Shit!” she
said, under her breath.
The door to the
stores wasn't locked this time, but the serving hatch was closed.
Kate figured the guys must be ready to leave. She pushed the door
open, and stuck her head inside. She hoped she would be able to
grab the parcel, and get straight back to her office.
“Hi? Alfie?
Simon?”
There was no
one in sight, and no answer to her call. That wasn't so unusual -
the guys could be anywhere in the stores. She stepped inside, and
looked down the first aisle of shelving. Nothing – no sign of
either of them. She pushed the door closed behind her, and started
to make her way towards the other end of the stores, desperately
trying to get last night's image out of her head.
“Christ Simon.
You scared me to death.”
Simon had
stepped out from behind one of the shelving racks.
“Sorry
Kate.”
Before she
could say anything, there was another voice from behind her.
“Hi Kate.”
She spun around
to see Alfie. Where the hell had he appeared from?
“Have you got
the parts for Rabon?”
“Sure. I'll get
them for you in a minute,” Alfie said.
“I have to get
off home soon,” she hoped they would take the hint. She needed to
get out of there as quickly as possible.
“Of course,”
Simon said. “There's just one thing we need to check first.”
“What?” She was
growing impatient.
Simon lifted
his hand, he was holding a sheet of paper. Kate recognised it
immediately. She thought her legs would give way.
“We know.”
Alfie said, a broad smile on his face.
“Know what?”
Perhaps she could bluff her way out of this.
“Come on Kate.
We know you saw us.” Simon smiled.
“I really don't
know what you are talking....”
“Did you enjoy
watching?” Alfie stepped closer to her.
“No I...” She
realised immediately she had said too much.
“So you did see
us then?”
“Yes, but... I
don't understand. You both have girlfriends.”
“So?”
“How can
you?”
“Come on Kate.
Use your imagination. Who says we are only allowed to like men OR
women? Why not both?”
“No one I
guess.”
“You didn't
answer my question,” Alfie said.
“What
question?”
“Did you enjoy
watching us?”
“Yes.”
“You know we
both have the hots for you don't you?” Simon touched her arm.
She genuinely
had no idea. She'd always fancied the two of them, but had never
for one minute considered they might have found her attractive. She
was flattered, but still as confused as hell.
The three of
them stood in silence for what seemed to Kate like a lifetime, and
then she did something which surprised her as much as it did the
two guys. She put her hands on their crotches. Alfie leaned
forward, pressing his lips against hers. Simon began to squeeze her
breasts through her blouse and bra. Alfie's tongue teased her. Her
hands moved over their crotches – she could feel their erections.
What about Michael? Was she really going to go through with this?
She pressed harder on their cocks.