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Clayton
Wayde and I went all out. Nothing is too much for tonight. It’s his coming out party for Christ’s sake! We split the cost of a two-bedroom suite. It’s just for the one night, and it’s a gorgeous room. Wade and I had gone up earlier to check in and get it set up for us.
Champagne, food, deserts, and movies. It’s got a kitchenette and two king-size beds as well as a hot tub in the master suite. Wayde and I flipped for it and I won! So, I guess there’ll be some of that in my future. Abigail is still in the bathroom and Vic and I are waiting to take her up to the room. Adam and Wayde went up about five minutes ago. I can’t imagine what’s taking her so long, but I’m about ready to go in and find out.
Just as I go for the door, she comes strutting out, her makeup fresh and her hair perfect again. She looks beautiful as ever.
“Okay,” she huffs, “let’s go.” She laces her arms into ours and we head for the elevators. “What floor are we on?”
“Thirty-three,” I answer. I’m unable to take my eyes off her and I almost hit the wall, but Vic sees it coming and steers us away from it.
I give him a nod and he does the same. We’ve managed to bond these last weeks and it’s been a wild time. He’s a good guy, a little dense sometimes, but he usually means well. He always has Abigail’s interest at heart, which is the most important thing to me.
We reach the floor and it seems that homecoming followed us up here! “Shit, I was hoping for a more low-key party, but it seems Wayde and Adam invited a few people up.” I try to keep my smile genuine, but it’s fading fast.
“It’s no problem. It’s still early and we can always throw them out. I can be scary,” Abigail smirks, tightening her grip on me reassuringly. We make our way through the crowded hallway and into the room, music is playing, kids are dancing and singing using the karaoke machine I’d picked up, which is a laugh. They’d ordered pizzas and brought up more booze but were thankfully respecting the furniture and the carpeting, so far.
We spy Wayde and Adam on one of the sofas in the main living room area. I’ve never seen them together before, but now it’s as plain as the days are long. They can’t keep their hands to themselves.
“Well, that’s-that for them, I suppose.” I laugh, looking to Vic who looks a little sick to his stomach. “You need a drink?” He nods fast. “Me too.” We turn to Abigail.
“Oh, by all means, abandon me for liquor.” She pulls her arms from ours and we kiss her in turn. “What do you want?”
“Food and a pop.”
“You got it, Baby Girl.” Vic kisses her again as we go in search of both.
“So, a suite, eh?” Vic asks me.
“Yup. Thought she deserved to sleep in a real bed for a change.”
“Yeah, but it’s one bed and there are three of us.”
“It’s a big bed, Vic, don’t get your panties in a wad.”
“I just, how are we gonna work this? If she wants to... You know?”
“However, she wants. Can I be honest with you?” I pull Vic aside.
He looks at me curiously. “You’re not into me too, are ya?” he smirks.
“Into... Fuck, Vic, it ain’t like that, no, it’s just Abigail and me, we haven’t... Yet.”
“Yeah, I sorta figured. It’s only been the once with us too. She’s put the brakes on it, it seems.”
“Well, I’ve never actually sealed the deal with anyone. Ever. “
Vic stares at me. “But you’re like mister perfect, football captain, tall, blonde, blue-eyed, a smooth talker, and a nice guy on top of it, how are they not throwing their panties at you?”
“It’s not for a lack of opportunity. I just didn’t care enough about a girl to want to. Sex complicates it. You have sex and they want to stick around. Or they wind up pregnant and you should stick around. It’s a commitment you make with your body. I just wasn’t looking for that.”
“But you are now? With our girl?”
I nod. “I feel something for Abigail that I’ve never felt before.”
“Well, I wish you luck in that. Hell, I’ll step out if I need to.”
I nod and we go back to the food hunt.
By the time we return to Abigail, she’s sitting on the kitchenette counter Indian style with a two liter of Pepsi beside her and half of a bacon and cheddar pizza.
“How the hell?” I laugh, holding a few slices of pepperoni and a second bottle of Pepsi for her.
“I just hollered food and it was handed to me. Seems they really are afraid to poke the bear!” Abigail chuckles, taking a bite and a swig. Then she sees what I have and reaches out, “Oh, pepperoni! Trade ya!”
I swap with her as Vic shakes his head. He found the cold cut platter in the fridge and is making himself an Italian combo sub with oil and vinegar. I make him leave off the onions and jalapeño though. I swear he’s trying to kill his stomach. Or fry Abigail’s mouth... Or mine. She tends to kiss him first to keep him reassured. I’m content with that, since she often times kisses me longer and deeper, although we are all gonna need a toothbrush after this meal.
“I’m so gonna rock that karaoke machine,” Abigail mumbles through a full mouth.
“I have no doubts.” Vic smiles, kissing her on the side of her head.
“Hey, watch the hair! It took hours to get it like this.”
“That is the girliest thing you have ever said to me.” Vic laughs. “It’s kinda weird.”
“Shut up, I am a fuckin’ lady tonight.”
“Yes, our lady,” I whisper, kissing her neck gently and getting a soft moan from her. I can’t wait to get her alone.
***
We ate and played some tunes until about midnight. After singing a few songs, Abigail looks around. “Wayde and Adam are missing.” She giggles, climbing over the back of the couch and settling down between me and Mike Rollins, the wide receiver who is making out with some girl I don’t recognize. “Where’s my other man?” She searches the finally thinning crowd.
I point to the balcony where Vic is standing by himself with a beer in his hand. She nods. “Okay...” she whispers, sounding determined.
She stands up on the couch and shouts, “THAT’S IT! PARTY’S OVER! GET OUT!” She is as straight faced as ever. Moans and groans fill the room as the party filters out. “C’mon, you two, you gots to go.” She pushes Mike’s shoulder with her foot, which puts her off balance and right into my arms.
“You started drinking, didn’t ya?” I chuckle, pushing that blue streak back behind her ear.
“Maybe one or two beers, just to take the edge off, nothing too much.” She palms my face gently and I smile down at her. “So, we have a room here too, like Wayde and Adam?” she whispers coyly.
I nod. “It’s better, though, you’ll see.”
She hops up and heads for the door, chasing the last few people out with a bark. “GO ON! GET!” The doors shut and it’s just the three of us at a triangular placement in the room. Vic stands at the entrance to the living room from the balcony, Abigail at the door, and me at the couch, near the bedroom doors. I picked this spot to keep people out of the room. I didn’t want it touched by anyone one but us, and it appears I succeeded.
She smiles. ”So, now what?”
“You’re the one who cleared the room.” Vic takes another swig of his liquid courage, as do I.
She walks up to him and wraps her arms around him, then looks at me. “You said the room has more? What’s more?”
“C’mon,” I get up. They follow me to the room and I open the double doors to the master suite. It’s decked out in tile and wood. Long satin curtains in monochrome cover the blinds to the balcony in here. There’s a desk for writing, a huge master bath, and to the left of us is an oversized hot tub. Taking up the center of the room is the four poster, California King sized bed.
“That’s a lot more,” Vic’s, looking around.
“Yup. We have the balcony here and the hot tub.”
“I didn’t bring a suit.” Abigail turns red but recovers quickly.
“It’s just us, Baby Girl.” Vic smiles, wrapping his arms around her. “Besides, you can go in with your bra and panties.”
“And ruin them? I don’t think so.” She chews the bit of hair that’s fallen down and I pull it from her mouth.
“Whatever, however. Tonight’s about you.”
“Fill it up and get bubbles going. I’m gonna go get this makeup off and brush my teeth.” She grins, pulling from Vic and me.
“Dude, this room must have cost you a mint,” Vic whispers.
“She’s worth it,” I answer back, filling up the tub and getting the temperature nice and warm.
“Should we wait for her, or strip, or what?” Vic looks around, running his hand through his hair. He seems more nervous than I am. “Fuck, man, what are we doing?”
“Whatever she wants,” I answer back, loosening my tie.
“You just gonna strip down to nothin’ in front of me?” He sounds horrified.
I laugh. “Ain’t like you’ve never seen me naked. We have showered in the same room after practice, Vic.”
“Yeah, but I ain’t had to share the water with ya!”
I shake my head. “I’m keeping my boxer briefs on, man. Sheesh.”
“Oh? Okay, but what if she says something about her being naked and we’re not?”
“Then I suppose we get naked.”
“Oh boy.”
I just laugh as I pull off my pants and set them aside, along with my shirt. Then I take off my socks and climb in.
It takes Vic a moment to man up, but eventually he strips down to his boxers and joins me, staying as far across the tub as he can get. I just shake my head.
I ought to just come over there and kiss ya. Get it over with now.”
The look of panic on his face is golden. I hear the bathroom door swing and I turn around. There she is in what looks to be just a towel with several more draped over her arm.
“For when we get out?” she suggests. She actually sounds nervous. It’s adorable. She looks around and spies the bottle of champagne sitting in what I imagine is now cool water, and the three glasses. She puts the towels down by the tub and goes over to the champagne, picking it up and bringing it over to us. She sits it down on the wide ledge of the tub. “Okay, now you two turn around.”
We chuckle as we turn. I hear the towel hit the floor and feel the water displace as she settles into the tub.
She sighs heavily. “O-Okay.”
We turn back and she’s fully emerged to her neck. Bubbles are concealing every inch of her.
“So, you want some of this?” I ask, indicating the champagne.
She nods nervously. “Since we have it.”
I grab the bottle and it’s still nice and cold, especially against my heated hands. I have to sit up some to get the leverage to pop it and when I do, I see her trying to check me out.
“Hey, why am I the only one naked?”
The champagne pops and I spray Vic with a laugh.
“Dude!” he shouts and grimaces, sputtering. “Fuck, man.”
“Oh, chill, you’re already wet. Just dunk.”
“No dunks!” Abigail kicks me and I go down with a thud into my spot.
“You’re the only one naked cause you didn’t wanna get your stuff wet. Whereas we didn’t care.”
“Yeah, okay. Schemers, the both of you.” She chuckles, taking a glass from me and passing it to Vic, then taking the second glass and keeping it for herself.
We sit for a few, just relaxing and drinking, not really talking, when I feel her hand on my thigh, doing these little traces up and down the length of it. I look at her and then to Vic. His eyes are closed, but he’s a bit closer to her than he was before. He rolls his head to the side and sighs softly. I look back at her and she smiles, biting her bottom lip just so. A sign she wants a kiss from me.
I slide across the tub and move my hand up to her freshly cleaned face, letting my lips linger feather soft against hers as her hand travels up my thigh, finding my hardening cock. I let out a moan.
We’ve had makeout sessions, but I don’t usually let her touch me. Now, she has me firmly in hand, as I imagine she has Vic as well from the sound of it. I feel a shift in the tub and know Vic is behind her. My hands travel down under the water to her breasts where they’re met by his, together we rub and tweak her nipples until they’re stiff little peaks. She turns her head from my kiss to accept Vic’s mouth as I lift her up out of the water to kiss down her chest. Vic seems to know my mind and helps me as I take a hardened nipple into my mouth, rolling it between my teeth and giving it just the tiniest of bites.
Abigail strokes me harder, faster. If she keeps that up, I’m gonna come. I reach down, stopping her and she pulls away from Vic, returning her kiss to me.
I feel Vic’s hand as it slips down between us, down between her legs. She jerks forward and lifts, and I know what he’s doing. I grab her by the ass with one hand, pulling her along, helping her to ride his hand as he, no doubt, thrusts his fingers inside her. She moans into my mouth, then wraps her arms around me, digging her nails into my back, her face pressing against my shoulder as she comes.
Vic plays with her just a little longer, sending little jolts through her, then I feel this hand on mine. I look at him and his look says, ‘your turn.’ I’m not really any good from this angle. I kiss her as she pulls her arms from around me and I whisper, “I wanna taste you.”
She nods and I lift her from the tub, cradling her in my arms. I put her down and run the towel over her, just enough that she isn’t dripping, all the while leaving kisses on every inch of skin that I can.
She is a rare beauty. When I get to her legs she hesitates, and I see why, there are small circular scars that I recognize all too well as cigarette burns running along the backs of her thighs. I kiss each mark and feel her relax with my movements. It doesn’t take long before Vic is there with us, caressing her, consoling her. We lead her to the bed and lay her down, Vic at her top and me below. She has a tiny patch of golden curls that I run my fingers through as I slip my tongue up to her clit, finding it hot and swollen. She coos and I know I’ve found the right spot. I open her up, working her over with my more dexterous thumbs, the two fingers independently stirring her insides as my tongue pushes her button again and again. Her hand fists in my hair and my fingers are getting soaked. I lick and suck at her tender flesh, pulling my fingers from her to drink her orgasm as it comes in a shake and quiver.
“Oh, Christ,” she pants as I come up to her. My cock is throbbing now, but I would never presume. Besides, I need the condoms from the dresser. “You two are gonna be the death of me.” She laughs, sitting up. She looks stunning as she grabs me and Vic, pulling us down to her, kissing us both. We freeze, kissing each other was not on the agenda. I didn’t think she’d go there.
She insists, pulling us down again, and I yield, as does Vic. It’s strange, but my cock twitches at it too. She wants us both, that much is obvious. She lets us up for air, and Vic gives me the nod as she reaches down, grasping us both once again.
“What do you want, Abigail?” I ask with a heaviness to my voice, panting now myself.
“You two, here, now. Clayton, I’m sick of waiting, Vic, I’m sick of stopping you.”
“Okay...” I answer.
“Done,” from Vic.
I reach into the drawer and get out the condoms. It takes a moment, but I manage to get it on. She smiles up at me as I stare down at her, taking in her form again. I know Vic’s had her, but for this moment, she’s mine.
My body hovers over hers and I lead my cock to her entrance, the head just touching her. She lifts off the bed, rising to meet me. Vic is to the side, regrouping, I think he blew his load in the hot tub.
I shake that thought off as she grabs me with both hands and pulls me down, the head of my cock penetrates her, and she lets out a gasp.
“Are you okay?” I ask, concerned, I’m not really sure what Vic is working with, but I know I’ve got some size on me. She gives me an ‘uh-huh’ sound and rubs my face to reassure me to keep going.
It’s a tight space and I need to go slow. I pull back, then push again, getting in a little deeper each time until I feel her ridge and finally spill over it.
Once inside her, I can’t help but feel like I’m home. I pick up the pace, fuck, she feels so good. She moves against me, and I wrap my hand around her back, trying to keep her from hitting the headboard. Vic, realizing what’s going on, gets behind her and grabs her by the hands, lifting her up and pushing me back. I pull out of her and change positions. Now I’m back on my knees and he’s turned her around. He helps her back down onto me and begins to kiss her as she starts to move. Vic’s hand helps by giving her the motion. Fuck, it feels awesome. I’m not going to last much longer. I can already feel my balls getting heavy and tightening up. She falls over as Vic leans back and takes his cock into her mouth just as she pounds against me. That image sends me right over into oblivion and I go at her harder.
She tightens up around me and my cock spasms, she’s so tight. Hot and gorgeous, and ours. I come harder than I ever have as her head bobs up and down on Vic’s cock and her thighs lock me in like a vice.
We spend the next few hours exploring, fondling, and exhausting each other until finally, we find sleep, wrapped up around Abigail in that cozy California King made for our Queen.
