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  "You're beautiful, Sonja.” Henry whispers in my ear. “I hope we make you happy."

  What a strange thing to say, I think to myself, but only for a second because once Jacob's tongue tickles the tip of my clit, I am in bliss.

  "Gently.” Henry directs him. Jacob lifts his head and then returns his attention to my clit, and he does in fact approach it in a more gentile manner. The super light strokes flicking, flicking, dancing, starts to wind me up. My legs clench and try to move closer together. Henry closes his grip on my thigh with his thighs. Jacob angles his weight to keep my other leg from coming forward, and I squirm.

  "She likes that.” Jacob stops long enough to say.

  "She really likes that.” Henry says then pays attention to the still hard nipples on each breast. His hand leaves my clit and Jacob replaces the pressure with one hand and slides a finger into me with the other. Henry lifts his head and says, “Tell Jake how much you enjoy that So'."

  I am lucky to put together a sound much less a word.

  "That'll suffice.” Henry whispers in my ear.

  It is again the dual assault of them that keeps me scattered. It always seems like they are everywhere at once. As soon as I tune into one sensation, the other draws me to a different place and demands I notice his efforts as well. This makes it difficult to focus on an orgasm. Jacob puts in two fingers and steadily finger fucks me as he continues to flick my clit. I swear he must have jaws of steel.

  "My turn.” Henry tells him and they switch positions. As they move, I take the opportunity to close my legs. Henry leaves the bed long enough to remove his underwear but when he returns he parts my legs and picks up where Jacob has left off. Jacob for his part has straddled my head with his knees. He is facing Henry, sitting back on his haunches and torturing my nipples with light then harder pinches and twists, tugs, and other techniques.

  Henry has a magic touch. It is as if he knows my own personal stroke. His fingers cage my clit then circle it as his tongue provides wetness, and a soft rubbing surface. I don't have to focus on the sensation. He is sending arcs of electricity through me. My fingers close on the bed sheets, my neck arches back and my head lifts towards Jacobs cock as a natural reaction. He doesn't position himself any better and I can't reach.

  I notice he is no longer tweaking my nipples; instead he is looking intently, studying Henry and his every move. I want to stop this but it is too late.

  My release builds to a slow crescendo before breaking in gulping waves around Henry's fingers.

  "Do it again.” Jacob says. “I can't see how you're touching her. All I know is when I do it, it's too much, when you do it, she comes. I need to know how to do that too."

  "You gotta put pressure on the sides, then gentle on the tip.” Henry explains my orgasm method like I might explain how to open a word document. “Come here, we'll do it together so you can feel the difference."

  I lift up on my elbows feeling a bit more like a science project than the object of their desire. “I can show you."

  They both look at me.

  "I can show you how I do it myself then you can both see.” I gulp. I have never masturbated in front of anyone before and now I was going to do it in front of two people.

  "By all means.” Jacob bows. Henry smiles as a fresh heat creeps over his face and pinks his cheeks.

  I stiffen my resolve and spread my legs.

  "Wider.” Jacob reaches for one of my feet then pulls me closer by it. He lifts my toes to his lips and licks them. A strange sensation of ticklish and tantalizing skitters through me. I offer my other foot to Henry. He takes it but he doesn't lick my toes. I laugh. All nervousness leaving me for the moment.

  My hands slide down my flesh and I spread my lips apart. Feeling a bit drunk on the way they are both looking at me I boldly say, “One, two right here at the base, locking the blade of my clit between them. Then I circle gently, slowly..."

  I lick my lips, moisture surges from my pussy and I close my eyes and open them over and over trying to look at them and not close my eyes completely.

  "Then faster, a little harder,” My hips are involuntarily raising and lowering with the rhythm my fingers are setting. “I could use another hand to..."

  Jacob pushed two thick fingers into my hole and I moan.

  "Almost there,” I can't keep my eyes open anymore. “Almost..."

  I feel the slightest pressure against my asshole, not inserting just there, and I come.

  "Damn that was hot.” Henry says as he moves toward the head of the bed.

  "Roll over.” Jacob commands and my limp body obeys.

  I am on hands and knees. Henry gathers my hair and I lick the head of his cock.

  Jacob nudges my pussy hole then pulls my ass cheeks apart giving him better access. He slides into me and I am so fucking wet that I don't put up much resistance. As he pushes forward, I push down on Henry's cock. Henry moans and his fingers massage my scalp in approval.

  They come quick, one right after the other and I am spent.

  "Dammit.” Jacob curses as he lies next to me.

  Henry laughs. “That was too quick for any of us."

  It wasn't too quick for me. I haven't had two orgasms in the morning in; well I have never had two in the morning!

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  Jagged Little Pill

  I look at my pill container and I know that the bloating, the discomfort, isn't from being fucked like a fertility goddess. It is because my unwanted visitor is looming over me. My period lasts two to three days on this medication, but it is two to three days I don't want to deal with it. I look in the mirror at myself. I look younger than the last time I stood here in this spot. I feel fabulous minus the bloat. I smile at myself.

  My eyes light up. I take a breath and let it out. I grab my clothes to dress and I know before I pull up my panties that two men downstairs are going to be disappointed for a few days.

  I wonder what we will do now.

  They are whispering in the kitchen when I get down the stairs. I can't hear what they are talking about but as soon as they see me they stop.

  "How far is the grocery store?” Henry asks.

  "He can't go. Tell him he can't go.” Jacob walks toward me clearly frustrated.

  "Why can't he go?” I ask quietly as Jacob gets closer to me.

  "Because he will blow our fucking cover.” He lifts his hands in the air as though he is praying. “Do you want paparazzi here? People knowing we are here?"

  "You can't go.” Henry crosses his arms. “I can go anywhere I damn well please. I'm not a movie star."

  Maybe they are taking on the cramps and irritability I normally have with my cycle. I don't know. What I do know is that I do not like the way they are talking to each other right now. I don't like the direction the conversation has taken a turn for. “Guys, I can go to the store. I just need a list."

  "I'm going with you.” Henry takes two steps forward. “Jake can hold down the fort and keep watch for the paparazzi."

  With clear frustration, Henry heads out the front door. I stay with Jacob another moment. He shakes his head then looks at me. Whatever he sees on my face he frowns then smiles.

  "Don't worry sweetheart, we're fine. We get into it over this from time to time. He doesn't think anyone knows who he is, but you knew. My concern isn't him, or me. It's you. I don't want to fuck up your life because of us.” He touches my cheek with the palm of his hand.

  "Well I can take him to town. Most of the places around here can't get cable or Internet. I am only lucky because my property is close to the horse farm down the road and they needed it so about ten of us pitched in and allowed lines to be laid across property to get it. I use satellite and most people don't bother with it out here.” I hate what I am about to say. I don't want one of them to feel like more than the other though it is true. “I watch the show, I know who he is. But if I didn't watch it..."

  Jacob sighs and lowers his head. “He can be bigger than me. He has mor
e talent."

  "We'll be back in a little while.” I say to him and take his hand. “Relax. Okay?"

  He nods and I tiptoe up to kiss his lips gently. Hoping I reassure him that Henry and I will return safe and sans paparazzi.

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  Pieces of Me

  Henry is doing his best not to be grumpy. He sits in the passenger seat of my Honda Civic and watches the trees pass by. We have been driving for five minutes and it is a long way to the grocery store from my house.

  "Do you want to listen to the radio?” I ask.

  "I'm sorry about that back there.” He looks at me and I glance towards him then back to the road. “We can't talk about work. It always ends up in this long labored debate over my career."

  "You can talk to me about it.” I shrug. “I don't really know anything about acting other than the fact that you are both very good at it."

  He snickers. “I don't know about that. I mean I was just as happy when I was the manager of the Books and Coffee back home. Jake got me into this shit, my ex-wife made me hate it, then I get this chance to play a secondary character and see Europe while getting paid for it so..."

  "You made the right choice.” I nod. “If you hadn't then you wouldn't be here."

  He looks out the window again. I take a moment on a straight stretch to look at him. His profile is amazing. Such a strong jaw, straight nose, with a hint of whiskers giving him a more rugged look. “I am glad you're here Henry. Not because you're a television star. You bring a bit of balance to the house. Jacob is impulsive, and aggressive, and a bundle of energy. You are tender, and thoughtful, and have a sense of peace about you."

  "You're into balance huh?” He smiles, as I look his way. “Is that why you have the tattoo?"

  "No, well, I am into balance, yes. I got the tattoo on a dare, a bet, a moment of stupidity.” I don't want to remember the full reasons behind the tat.

  "So it takes two men to equal what you want in one?” He looks at me and something runs through me I can't quite place.

  I shrug. “It might. What do you want in a woman?"

  "Acceptance.” He said simply. Of course his answer was simple, it was Henry. I bet when I ask Jacob the same question he will have a laundry list of details for me.

  "Seems simple enough.” I nod. He chuckles. “What?"

  "You don't know me very well.” He moves around in his seat so that he can look at me directly. “What do you know about Jake? I take it you don't know him very well either. And here we are, the three of us, fucking like it is going out of style. And when we are not fucking, we are avoiding each other. And we do that because if we don't we are really going to get to know one another and when we do, someone is bound to catch real feelings and someone will definitely get hurt."

  "So who do you think is going to get hurt?” I cringe inside and out I am sure of it. He isn't saying anything I haven't thought myself but to hear it makes it more real, and like he said, the three of us have been avoiding the reality of the situation.

  "I don't know. I just don't want it to be me, or you, or him for that matter but then you see how it leads us back to the problem.” He waves his hands as he talks now. “Jake and I have known each other for a very long time. We grew up together, went to school together and met again in acting classes. While everyone else was spending their weekends, working and hanging out, we went to the local theatre and took lessons. I don't have much in the way of family. Jake has a sister and two parents that adore him. I can't let the impulse of feelings I get when I am around you to destroy the relationship I have had with him for most of my life."

  I am flattered. “Why does it have to be one or the other? I mean every book I read that has a threesome in it the woman marries one and then the other either leaves or looms in the backdrop as if they will allow them in now and again. Why the fuck can't the three of us just be together a while and see how things will work out with us, the three of us.” I take a bold moment and pull off the road to look at Henry. I am stabbing in the dark I know this. But there has been something pitted in my gut and I want to know if it is an honest feeling. “Me and you. Me and him. You and him."

  He looks at me for a long moment. Silent. He is reading my face and I am reading his. It is as if all the oxygen has been sucked out of the car, we aren't breathing. We are just looking at each other in this weird standoff to see who breaks first. I refuse to be the one to take back my words.

  Henry turns to look out the windshield. “I'm not gay."

  "I didn't say you were.” I whisper. My gut knotting as I wait.

  "I remember watching Brokeback Mountain and thinking how fucked up the character Ennis was. He wasn't gay, not in the sense that he was attracted to men like Jack was. Ennis was only there with Jack.” Henry looks at me, reads my expression. “So tell me Doctor Love, what do you make of that?"

  The address catches me off guard. Yes, I hold a PhD in Psychology, specializing in relationships. This is why my column does well. Why I get paid good money and why my boss lets me live in Kentucky and write for a magazine based in California. “Why did you call me that?"

  "I read your column. I have for years. So you see, you're not the only fan around here.” I look at him. His soft brown eyes flaked with gold lure me closer.

  I clear my throat and turn back to the steering wheel. I pull out onto the road and start driving again. My purpose was to get information out of him, not expose myself. “So, you feel like Ennis. You're not gay with the exception of Jacob?"

  "I'm not sure that I am gay when it comes to him either. But he is. Well he is bi-sexual when it comes to me at any rate. I like to call him greedy.” Henry smirks. “I can't believe he got me into this."

  "Yes you can. You came here for the same reason I let him come here. He pushes the boundaries, and he challenges you. If you have been friends for so long, you know he is bi, but you say you're not, does that mean you two have never..."

  "Once. A long time ago.” He unbuckles his seat belt as I pull into the parking lot. “He needed it, I was pretty drunk but I knew what I was doing. I don't remember much about it really, but I know that I did it. It's weird but at the time I think I needed it to. We needed anything at that time."

  He gets out of the car before I can ask about the circumstances. I walk next to him and as we enter the store I grab his hand. He squeezes mine and looks down at me and asks, “Does this change how you see me? How you see him?"

  "No.” My gut response pleases him and he smiles.

  We pick up a basket and I follow him as he picks out some fresh fruits, salmon, and some spices I don't have in my cabinet. We are in the cereal aisle when the two teenage girls that live on the horse farm a few miles down the road from me walk by.

  "Hi.” I say to them. They are all giggly blushing as they say hello in return.

  Henry nods to them and picks up a box of cereal to put in the cart. The girls move on their way but then stop at the end of the aisle and look back. I look at them and I know that they know who he is.

  "I'll be right back.” I tell Henry as he moves to the next aisle. I approach the girls who are waiting for me. “Ladies?"

  "Who is that?” Evan the nineteen year old asks.

  "He looks like the guy from that show, but I think he is too tall to be him.” Rachel her seventeen year old sister says.

  "That is an author at the magazine I work for. He is researching small towns so I told him he could come see this one.” I lie to them and they smile at me. Then they smile beyond me and I know he is there.

  Quietly but not quiet enough Evan says, “I see why."

  "Hey if you need to ask some locals any questions, she knows where we live.” Rachel waves as Evan pulls her arm and they continue shopping.

  "So are they on to me?” Henry asks once the girls are out of earshot.

  "Rachel said you look like you, but you are too tall to be you.” I say and attempt to keep a serious expression.

  "Camera work, you
know who has a short mans complex.” He says and then links his fingers through mine as we head to the checkout.

  "You may reconsider holding my hand since I know the lady at the register.” I let my fingers slide free and my palm misses his.

  Once outside I can't hold his hand because he insists on carrying the bags. Once we are on the road again he takes my right hand and pulls it up to his lips for a brief kiss then holds my hand in his on his thigh. I get a jolt in my gut and I wonder if he is being polite or if he may have sincere feelings for me. It is hard to tell when dealing with professional actors, though I think most men I have known were all acting in some manner. At any rate, I let my hand stay there and set my internal shrink aside so I don't overanalyze it.

  I am tempted, but I know better.

  "Have you ever been to Europe?” He asks.

  "No."

  "It's gorgeous there. I live in Rome and I don't have to tell you how amazing it is but truly it is freaking fabulous. You must go some day.” His thumb slides along my finger and I feel the heat creep up my arm and spread through me like a warm gentle wave.

  "Maybe.” I shrug. “But wouldn't that qualify as personal and getting to know more about each other if I went to Rome?"

  "Only if you came to see me.” He smiles and I know that he just baited me and I bit, hook, line and sinker.

  "You make me nervous.” I admit. The butterflies in my stomach flutter. Jacob has me in lust, Henry on the other hand...

  "I've told you something personal. Something that only two people on this planet knew, so tell me, how can I make you nervous? You know more about me than I do you."

  He had a point. “I don't like to talk about myself."

  "Have you ever been married? Do you want to get married someday, have children, a dog?” He asks.

  The butterflies flitter and flutter and jump around. I feel nervous, sick, and a bit crampy. “I was engaged once. It didn't work out."

  "Why?"

  "He died in a car accident.” I tightened my one hand grip on the wheel and then pulled my hand from his to hold the wheel firm with both. “I gave him everything. I gave and I gave, and he took it all. Then the night before our wedding he went to his bachelor party, slept with the entertainment, and then felt guilty after and told me. He tried to make up with me. I told him to sleep it off. He was drunk and it was late and this road is too windy."