Chapter 5

~Finding Out~

Callie didn’t realize she’d fallen asleep until she was jostled awake.

For a moment, she couldn’t figure out what was shining so brightly in her eyes. When she realized it was the sun, she was confused. When she realized she was lying out by the lake with her robe wide open, humiliation warmed her already-hot cheeks.

She wrapped her robe tight around her blazing middle, looking back and forth between Vish on one side and Evan on the other.

Whether it was the sun or the Kahlua finally catching up with her, her temples throbbed.

Vish said, “Do you think it’ll be okay if we go out in the neighbour’s canoe? Dante told us to ask you.”

She shook off her confusion and met the boys’ eager gazes. “Why don’t you go out in our canoe?”

Her voice wasn’t awake just yet. She sounded like her mother.

Oh God, how was she going to tell her mother about this mess with Winston?

“Geoff, Lin and Kate went out in your canoe.” Evan motioned across the water, where they were paddling into the horizon.

They must have seen her lying here naked. Oh God…

“No, I don’t want you using the neighbour’s stuff without their permission. They don’t seem to be up this weekend, but we don’t know them all that well.” She felt like the mom now, and that feeling didn’t sit well. She wanted these boys to see her as a goddess, not a guardian. “Why don’t you take me for a ride, hmm?”

Evan perked up. Vish’s eyes had gone instantly dark.

Those were the expressions she wanted to see: desire, arousal, excitement. No doubt that’s what Winston’s French Bitch showed him. Well, now Callie was getting her fill, and what could her soon-to-be-ex-husband say about that?

Absolutely nothing.

Would he even care that she was hooking up with these young men? She hoped to God he would, that he’d feel as jealous and betrayed as she had when all this baby nonsense came to light.

But revenge wasn’t as fulfilling as kindness. Whether or not Winston cared what she was up to wouldn’t change a thing. He was moving on…and she, more than likely, moving out.

“Come on, boys.” Callie rose out of the deck chair. A little wobbly with sleep, she took a few steps toward the cottage.

Standing drained her headache away, and for that she was glad. She felt happier still when Evan and Vish each took an arm and escorted her up the path.

“How is it that you two seem to know just what I need?”

“Because we do know just what you need,” Vish replied.

Evan guided her to the deck. He’d actually put on clothes: white jeans and a striped V-neck top. Callie realized this was the first time she was seeing the boy dressed.

The living area was abandoned, but for the plaid shirt solitaire guy, who was napping on the sofa. ““Where is everybody? Did they go upstairs to sleep?”

With a chuckle, Evan said, “Dante took everyone on a nature hike. He said there were herons at a pond around the peninsula.”

When Callie pictured all those kids, with their piercings and deliberately ratty hair and their jars of fancy buttons, traipsing down to the heron pond, she laughed. “Well, hey, good for them.” She grabbed an orange on her way to the stairs, because she’d only eaten a pastry today and she was pretty sure it was after noon.

The boys picked up fruits, too, and they all sat on her big bed like it was a tree fort, peeling and eating. Vish had a banana that he and Evan took turns biting from. The image of those boys eating phallic fruit aroused Callie as much as the sticky orange juice dripping down her wrists.

“You guys like sucking cock?” she asked.

Evan sounded like a girl when he laughed. “Fuck, yeah.”

“You too, Vish?”

His whole body spoke for him, shuddering, trembling as he grasped the banana peel to his chest. “There’s nothing better.”

Callie felt a twinge of hurt. “Cocksucking is better than eating pussy?”

“For sure,” Vish said, but they were both nodding. “Don’t tell me you’ve never gone down on a girl.”

The question struck Callie as odd. Why would she have? “No.”

“You should,” Evan said.

Wrinkling her nose, Callie gazed at their reflections in the mirror. She popped another orange segment in her mouth. Even next to these very young men, she didn’t look all that old. She looked like herself.

“You said you like sucking cock better. Why should I eat a pussy, then?”

“For the experience.” Evan shrugged. “Just to find out what it’s like.”

Vish nodded. “You could go down on your husband’s baby mama. Try a husband-mistress-wife threesome.”

Callie choked on the bit of orange she’d been in the process of swallowing. Her disbelief was palpable, and if she wasn’t choking she might have thought this was all a dream.

Vish patted her back gently and Evan asked, “Are you okay?”

The orange cleared, but Callie was far from okay. She felt vastly more humiliated now than she’d felt when she realized those kids in the canoe had seen her naked.

God, it was hot…why was it so hot in here? She unfastened her belt and wiped the orange from her hands before tossing it to the floor.

“How did you know?” But that was a stupid question. “Dante told you.”

Her chest hurt. The betrayal…

“Yeah, well…” Vish looked to Evan like he was wondering whether or not to say what was on the tip of his tongue.

“What?”

This was vital information. She needed to know.

Vish just looked down at the bed. It was Evan who picked up the story. “Dante asked for advice. His dad really wanted him to tell you about the baby. He was just asking us if his dad was right, or if he should go with his gut.”

Callie could hardly breathe. Her lungs were killing her. She set a hand against her naked chest, but that didn’t help. “When was this?”

With half a shrug, Evan said, “Couple weeks ago, maybe?”

Callie’s spine gave up and she tumbled, weak as a kitten, into the pillows. She wanted to be small, smaller. Curling into a ball, she moaned, “Oh God, no. You knew… you knew the whole time…” She knew she was acting like a crazy person, but she didn’t care. This was too much. “This was all pity… poor Dante’s mom, poor old lady…”

Evan rubbed Callie’s naked arm. “We knew, yeah, but we’re not the type of guys who sleep with anybody out of pity.”

“No? You sure seem like you’ll sleep with just about anybody.”

It was a comment on the blonde girl she’d seen Vish kissing, but he didn’t seem to get that.

Callie watched his expression turn helpless as he exchanged glances with Evan. He asked, “Are you okay?”

“No!” she snapped. “This is crazy. I came here, to my summer home, and it was full of kids, and my bed was full of…you! I want to be alone. I’m so sick of people and…”

Rolling into a pillow, she let out a scream that emerged from the very depths of her soul. She felt like she’d vomited noise. That scream was immediate, insistent, non-negotiable. She must have seemed like a teenager, screaming and crying, but what difference did it make?

The connection she’d formed so quickly with these boys was based on a lie. They felt sorry for her, that’s all. Well, Callie could feel sorry for herself, too, and she did indeed as she lay there, whimpering.

It felt like years had passed when she rolled over. There was something behind her back, and when she reached to move it, she realized it was Evan’s knee. Vish was there, too, on her other side.

She’d been certain they’d both left when she’d said she wanted to be alone, or at least when she started screaming. Nope. They’d stayed to be with her.

If she wasn’t all cried out, the tears would have started up again.

“It sucks, Callie.” Evan grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “It sucks about your husband, and the whole baby thing, but that’s not why we wanted to fuck you.”

Vish brushed his fingers across her inner thigh, and she shivered at the feathery sensation. “You’re hot, and you were just so into it. There’s nothing sexier than a woman who wants you.”

“You guys…” She closed her eyes for a moment and saw them in her mind, entangled as they were when she’d caught them. Was that really only last night? “I saw you fucking, and it turned me on like you wouldn’t believe. I never thought you’d go for me—I figured you must be gay—but then…” She opened her eyes and gazed into Evan’s face, the picture of cherubic innocence.

When she didn’t say anything more, he leaned down and kissed her.

His lips were soft, and if she didn’t know better she’d have called the boy a virgin. There was such sweetness in his face, his mouth, in the smoothness of his skin, that Callie let herself trust him.

Vish was cockier, but his attitude was authentic—no bullshit there. She allowed herself to trust him too, and he answered that trust with a kiss to her bare thigh. And another. Another higher still, his kisses rising like her temperature.

Though she’d felt his tongue between her thighs earlier, she would hardly have denied herself the pleasure of more.

Evan descended from her mouth to her breasts, licking one nipple, sucking the other. The delight of two boys’ tongues was incomparable to any act she’d experienced. She wanted more.

Her body clenched at the thought of both their cocks filling her, packing her tight.

The wetness Vish had inspired combined with his saliva and ran down her crack. She got wet, sticky—even her hands were sticky from the orange—and she wanted to feel her boys on the inside.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Both of you. Evan in front, Vish in back. That’s how I want it.”

The boys growled, licking harder, getting her wetter. Vish stuck his fingers in her pussy, fucking her slowly. “You want Evan in here?”

She could almost feel his cockhead rubbing that perfect place inside her. “If he gets at my g-spot, I’m gonna come so hard…”

“What, here?” Vish teased, rubbing his fingers inside her, petting, pleasing. “That’s what you want.”

“Yeah…”

Her hips rocked against his hand as he bent to lick her pussy. The sensation lifted her to new heights, while the stroking action on her g-spot urged her to bear down, down and dirty.

The disparity of those two massive sensations was balanced out by Evan’s tongue still working at her tits. She rode every kind of pleasure through bucks and spasms. On the horizon, she saw an orgasm unparalleled by any other… except, perhaps, the one she would experience when these boys fucked her, one in her pussy, the other in her ass.

She was still writhing on the bed, trembling, when Evan and Vish got up. They stripped each other—lavender scarf off, t-shirts falling to the floor, jeans unbuttoned, unzipped, and forced down past firm asses. Their pants were so tight they took down the boys’ underwear down with them, and Callie revelled in the vision of these hot young men at her bedside.

They touched each other’s dicks, which were huge already. They fitted one another with condoms. The snap of latex urged Callie upright in bed, and she cleared a space for Evan, beckoning him, welcoming him.

Getting on top of his little body, she felt big, like a giant. His dick was fat, his shaved balls were huge, but his limbs were scrawny and his belly curved inward when he lay on his back. She straddled him, watching the grin on his cherubic face growing as she eased his cock inside her wet pussy.

God, she was dripping for him, thanks to Vish and that magnificent tongue. She thought she might lose him inside, but his girth was generous enough to make her moan as she worked her body up and down. That curve struck her just where she wanted it, right in the sweet spot.

“You’d better get over here, Vish.” She could only see him by glancing toward the mirror—he was standing at the side of the bed, toward the base, holding a bottle of lube in one hand and rubbing his dick with the other. “Don’t you want to fuck my ass?”

He let out a laugh that seemed to say, ‘What a ridiculous question,’ and then he said, “You have no idea.”

Callie slowed her thrusting as Vish crawled behind her. There was something prowling, predatory, in his approach and it sent a shiver up her spine.

She must have tightened up on Evan, because the boy groaned and reached for her tits.

“Oh!” The new sensation made Callie want to rock harder on Evan’s dick, but she forced herself to halt.

Still, she couldn’t resist grinding her clit in tight circles against Evan’s pelvis, feeling his cockhead rub her g-spot like crazy. Her next orgasm sat like a vibrating mass at the base of her belly. If she’d given in to it in that moment, it would have been huge.

But she waited. She waited for Vish.