The Wives of Beverly Row 4: Lust Has a New Address (5 page)

“What do you boys do?” she said.

“We go to UCLA,” the boy in the ball cap said.

“Oh,” Trudy said. “I didn’t peg you three for the studious kind.”

“What did you peg us for?” one of the other boys said. He had slightly darker hair and skin than the boy in the ball cap. He looked like he spent a lot of time on the beach. The third was wearing a black, button-down shirt and the first couple of buttons were open revealing a nice bit of chest.

“I don’t know,” Trudy said. She tried to think of the most flattering thing she could say. They were well-built but not too big. “Basketball players?” she said.

The boys looked at each other. They seemed to like that. She smiled at them as alluringly as she could. She didn’t care what these boys did, she didn’t care who they were, she’d already decided they were the boys she wanted for the night. And she didn’t just want one of them. She wanted all three!

“Where are you headed, all alone at an hour like this?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “I hadn’t decided yet. Anywhere, really.”

“Anywhere?”

“I’m just looking for a good time,” she said.

The boys looked at each other again. She seemed to be too much for them. Their eyes were getting bigger and bigger every time she said something provocative. She didn’t care. She wasn’t trying to show them how well-mannered she was, she wasn’t trying to make a good impression, she was trying to get laid.

“Well, I think we know just the place for that,” the tanned boy said.

“Oh do you?” Trudy said. “I somehow doubt that.”

“What do you mean?” the boy said.

She was just playing, teasing him, but she didn’t want to be a total pushover. She wanted these boys to appreciate what they were getting.

“You look like nice boys,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong, I think the high school girls around here would be very impressed with some good-looking basketball players like you three.”

“I don’t even play basketball,” the one in the button-down shirt said.

“I’m not trying to be rude. I’m just looking for, you know?” she said.

“No,” the boy in the button-down shirt said, “what?”

She looked at the boy who’d first spoken to her, the one in the ball cap.

“A
good
time. A
really
good time.”

The boys were looking at each other like she was a little crazy. The one in the button-down shirt said, “Come on, guys. Let’s get out of here.”

He started crossing the street. The other two were about to start following him. Maybe she’d pushed them too hard. They were pretty young. Maybe they weren’t ready to play the sort of game she wanted them to play.

“You going to give up so easily?” she said to the two boys who were left.

The boy in the shirt had reached the other side of the street. “Come on,” he called to his friends.

They stood indecisively in front of Trudy. She looked across the street and shrugged.

“Hang on,” the boy in the ball cap called to his friend. “This lovely lady is in need of a drink.”

Trudy smiled. It looked like the boy in the shirt wasn’t going to stick around, he didn’t look too impressed, but these two were eager enough.

“I’ll meet you back at the dorm,” their friend called from across the street.

His friends hardly even seemed to notice him leave.

“I’m Gary,” the boy in the ball cap said.

“I’m Dean,” the tanned one said.

“Well, it’s sure a pleasure to meet you two,” Trudy said. “I’m Trudy, and I’m sure the three of us are going to get along just fine.”

“We know a pretty nice bar just around the corner,” Gary said.

“Do you?” Trudy said, linking arms with each of them, one on either side, “Then what are we waiting for?”

Trudy had impressed even herself. It wasn’t every day that she had the confidence to walk down the street and pick up complete strangers, boys from UCLA who were at least twenty years younger than she was. As she walked down the sidewalk with a handsome freshman on each arm, she wondered if she was just imagining that this entire scenario was happening. It was like something that had fallen straight out of her head, a perfectly formed fantasy that she would have dreamt up while lying alone in her bed. She looked to her left and to her right at the two handsome young men who were walking with her and knew that it was real. She couldn’t believe she’d pulled it off.

The bar the boys brought her to wasn’t particularly impressive. She hadn’t expected much. Twenty-year-old boys weren’t known for their taste in the finer things. There was a coarse, wooden floor, a pool table, a bar and a few leather stools. Light bulbs hung from the ceiling in wire guards. The place reminded Trudy of the bars she’d seen on a trip to Tijuana a few years back.

“It’s not much,” Gary said, “but it’s home.”

They took a booth close to a jukebox. Trudy got in first, Gary got in next to her, and Dean sat facing them. The bartender came over to take their orders.

“Three beers,” Gary said.

When the bartender had left, Trudy said, “How did you know I wanted a beer?”

Gary winked at her. “You said you’d drink
anything
I gave you!”

Dean grinned. “It’s true,” he said. “That’s
exactly
what you said.”

Trudy put her hand on Gary’s lap. She could feel the bulge of his cock as it hardened in his pants. “Well,” she said. “I will.”

Gary looked across the table at Dean. The two of them looked like all of their Christmases had arrived at once. Trudy didn’t want to lose Dean, she wanted both boys, so she slipped her foot out of her shoe and lifted it under the table up to Dean’s crotch. He gasped when he felt it there. She pressed against his crotch with her toes.

“Jesus,” Dean said. “Where did you come from?”

“From your dreams,” Trudy said.

“You really weren’t kidding when you said you wanted a good time,” Dean said.

“No,” Trudy said. “I really wasn’t.”

She pressed her foot harder against Dean’s crotch, rubbing his thighs with her toes. At the same time, she squeezed the bulge on Gary’s crotch gently and looked into his eyes.

The bartender returned with their beers. He noticed Trudy’s foot on Dean’s lap and her hand on Gary’s crotch and looked at her. “No funny business in my bar,” he said to them.

Trudy pouted at him but he wasn’t impressed. He’d probably had trouble with prostitutes in the past. Trudy knew that a bar could be closed down by the police if it got the wrong sort of reputation. She felt a sudden thrill at the realization that the bartender thought she might be a prostitute. She wasn’t sure why but something about the idea excited her.

Everyone around the table was quiet and she thought of something to say to break the silence.

“So,” she said, “how old are you two anyway?”

“I’m nineteen,” Dean said.

She smiled. That was perfect. She look at Gary.

“Twenty,” he said.

She was nodding. She was very pleased. They weren’t quite as young as Kyle but they were close enough, and there were two of them! That was something she’d never even considered, two young men at the same time!

“Where do you live?” she said.

“We live right by campus.”

“In a dorm?”

The boys nodded. Trudy wondered what that would be like, to go to a college dorm and sleep with a bunch of kids. It was an exciting thought but she figured the reality of it might not be so practical. It would be better if she could get the boys to come home with her. She knew she was breaking all the rules in the book, putting her safety at risk by bringing strangers back to her home, but she was so horny she didn’t allow any concerns like that to get in her way. She was on a mission to have mind-blowing sex and that was what she was going to have. She’d spent twenty-two years allowing her concerns about what was prudent to dominate her life, now she was making up for it. Now she was living her life the way she wanted to live it.

“You boys ever been to Beverly Row?”

They shook their heads. “I heard about it,” Dean said.

“The views are amazing,” Trudy said.

“I heard you could see all the way to Anaheim.”

“I don’t know what you can see,” Trudy said, “but the lights sure are spectacular.”

“You live up there?”

She nodded. “Want to see my place? I just know you two boys will love it.”

VIII

T
RUDY LED THE WAY FROM
the cab to the front door. Dean and Gary followed. She was glad that the boys weren’t drunk. She wasn’t drunk either. It would be nice to have sex with some college boys who were actually lucid and clear about what they were doing. They weren’t even the typical frat-type boys she might have expected to run into. They seemed like nice boys, boys who’d been sent to UCLA by their caring, loving parents. Boys who would find nice girls to go out with, and marry, and start families with. They were so wholesome, so well-adjusted and affluent and healthy in every way. That was what made her so excited. She felt as if she was stealing something that didn’t belong to her. She was going to have wild sex with these boys who would probably go on to lead lives that were perfectly respectable. They’d never have had a threesome in their lives if they hadn’t run in to her. She was taking something that no one else would ever have. In ten years these boys would be married to good girls, they’d have good jobs, nice homes, big cars, and their wives and families would never know their secret. They would never know that they’d had a threesome with Trudy Luxton!

“Come on,” she said as she unlocked the front door of the house. She waved at the cab driver and he pulled away down the driveway, shaking his head slightly.

Trudy didn’t care. She took both boys by the hand and led them through the hallway and up the stairs toward her bedroom.

“Wow,” Gary said. “Nice house.”

“It’s alright,” Trudy said. “My bed is what’s really impressive. You’re going to love that.”

The boys allowed her to lead them up the stairs.

“Welcome to my humble lair,” she said when they reached the bedroom.

The two boys stood there and took it all in. It seemed like they’d never seen such an opulently furnished room before. Their jaws dropped. Trudy looked at them. She flicked off her shoes and turned around so that her back was to them.

“Would one of you mind unzipping me, please,” she said.

She heard one of the boys approach her and start pulling down the zip at the back of her dress. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath and as the dress fell to the ground, she was left standing completely naked. Without turning she started telling the boys what she wanted.

“Okay,” she said, “I know you two are young, but I want you to take the lead tonight. You’re the men, you’re the ones who have to be in control. I brought you here so that you could ravish me. Is that clear?”

She didn’t turn. She just stood naked with her back to them.

“What do you mean?” Gary said.

“I mean, I want to be dominated tonight. I want to be in your hands. I want to feel like the two of you are in control, that you know what you’re doing.”

She turned around and showed them her body. They gazed longingly at her two perfect breasts. Then their eyes dropped to her perfectly shaved vagina. She looked perfect. She smelled perfect. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She knew they were dying for her.

“You mean, like a porno?” Gary said.

She smiled naughtily at him. “Like a porno,” she said. “Do you think you can manage that?”

The boys looked at each other before nodding, slowly.

Gary took a step toward her. “Get down on your knees,” he said.

That was more like it. That’s what she’d been hoping for. She got down on her knees in front of Gary. He opened his fly and took out his young, firm, ripe penis and put it in front of her face. She leaned forward, slowly, until her perfect, cherry lips met it and she kissed the tip of it. Then she opened her mouth and let the erect penis slide right to the back of her open, willing throat.

“Come on, Dean,” Gary said.

Trudy continued sucking Gary’s cock but out of the corner of her eye she watched Dean approach. There was a look of anticipation and confidence on his face. He pulled his shirt up over his head. His chest was perfect, young, well-formed. Trudy couldn’t wait to touch it.

Dean pulled his cock out and it was every bit as erect and firm and ripe as Gary’s. It was just in front of Trudy’s face and she let Gary’s penis slide out of her mouth so that she could suck Dean’s. If anything, Dean was even longer than Gary. His cock slid into her mouth and she closed her lips around the base of it and let it rest, lodged in the back of her throat. Gary reached down and took her head in his hands and pushed her toward Dean so that his cock went even farther back in her throat. It was so far back that she thought she might start choking on it but just when she thought she would gag, Gary let go of her head and she was able to back away from Dean. She took a deep breath and then let Dean slide right back into the back of her throat.

“That’s it,” Gary said. “That’s it you naughty slut. You like that, don’t you?”

She couldn’t speak with Dean’s cock so far back in her mouth but it seemed Gary wanted an answer.

“You like that don’t you?” he said. “Answer me.”

“I like it,” Trudy gagged as Dean’s cock remained lodged in the back of her throat.

Dean looked at Gary. “She likes it,” he said, his eyes sparkling with lust and excitement.

Trudy was surprised at how naturally Gary seemed to have taken to the role of dominating her. He’d seemed like such a sweet boy just an hour before. She could see that with some men, as soon as you gave them the green light to dominate you, they could turn into animals in an instant.

Gary pulled her head roughly from Dean’s cock and then got down on his haunches so that his face was at her level. He took a hold of her mouth in his hand.

“Say you like it,” he said to her.

“I like it,” she said. His fingers gripped the sides of her jaw as she spoke.

“You like it,” he repeated. “Well, let’s see how you like this,” he said.

He took her by the hand and raised her to her feet. Then he brought her over to her bed.