He closed his eyes and took a breath. He looked at Nathaniel. Do you have a preference?
Youre the guest.
Jason lifted me off the floor with a hug. We were both short enough that I was in no danger of hitting the doorjamb. I love you guys; you make me feel less weird about myself.
Why, because were weirder? I asked.
No, he said, laughing up at me, because your relationship works. It just flat works for you guys. You make me feel that out there somewhere is someone weird enough to make me happy.
Id rather not do the bathroom, Nathaniel said, it takes forever to dry my hair.
Jason let me down, so I was standing on the floor again. Im leaning toward the living room.
There are chairs, and the couch has a back and arms, Nathaniel said.
How sturdy is the coffee table?
Not that sturdy, Nathaniel said.
Id caught on. No, not sturdy enough to have sex on.
Start in the living room, move to the bedroom? Jason said, making it a question.
I looked at Nathaniel. He nodded, and gave a little shrug.
Deal, I said.
Chapter Two
THEY HAD A disagreement on whether I should leave my heels on or take them off. Nathaniel voted for on; Jason wanted off. Jasons point was, I want to go down on her, and the heels will hurt.
Nathaniels point was, Yeah, the heels hurt, whats your point?
I settled the argument this way. Whoever is doing the oral sex on me gets his preference on the shoes.
Lose the shoes, Jason said, and there was a look in his face that tightened things low in my body without him touching me at all.
I lost the shoes. They lay on their side in the dimness of the living room. The only light was what spilled in from the kitchen doorway. I stood in front of the couch, while they moved the coffee table far to one side of the room.
Jason came back and dropped to his knees in front of me. He gazed up at me with one half of his face lit, the other in darkness. The look in the one eye I could clearly see made me shiver.
Nathaniel came to the end of the couch and took his shorts off in one smooth motion. My pulse was in my throat at the sight of him nude in the darkened room. He let the shorts fall to the floor.
Jasons hands slid up my legs, underneath my skirt, and I was back to staring down at him. His hands caressed the hose up to my thighs, went up, oh, so gently, until he found the lace tops of the thigh highs. He traced the very top of the lace, trailing fingertips over the rise and fall of the fabric. He rolled fingers back and forth where the hose elastic had rolled down in back. No matter how careful you were, if you had any thighs at all, the hose always did that. BuTHE treated it like what it was, not an imperfection, but something different to play with.
His fingers slid around that edge, brushing the very upper edges of my thighs. He rubbed his thumbs on that warm inside hollow that frames a womans groin. He massaged my thighs, but it was the pressure of his thumbs that helped draw my legs farther apart. So he could reach whaTHE wanted, and what I wanted him to reach.
Nathaniel came in behind me. Without the coffee table there was room enough between me and the couch. His arms wrapped around me, pinning my arms against my upper body. The feel of his nakedness pressed against the back of my skirt was amazing. Then he let me feel the strength in his body, as he held me, held me so tight. It sped my pulse faster, caught my breath in my throat.
So strong, I whispered.
So trapped, he breathed against my face. He squeezed harder, just this side of bruising my arms against me. But I didnt tell him to stop. I loved knowing that I was trapped. If he had meant me harm, I couldnt have stopped him. My gun was trapped under my arm, digging into my body. All it would take was Jason to grab my legs and I was trapped.
I hadnt much liked that I enjoyed things like this. In fact, Id hated it. But lately, thanks in part to sharing emotions with Nathaniel, who loved bondage and submission, I was acknowledging that fantasy was okay. That I didnt need to analyze why in real life being trapped made me fight like hell and do all in my power to destroy the ones trapping me, but in sexual fantasy I liked being trapped, a little. In a safe place, with people I trusted, it was more than just exciting.
What are you doing up there to make her react like that? Jason asked. His hands had gone still against my thighs.
Holding her, very, very, tightly, Nathaniel said in a voice that showed the strain of holding me tight.