GettingEven by April Vine Page B

Mines Company and was rewarded
with Stelberg’s daughter, Katrina. He certainly got his Cinderella story and I
got bitch slapped by real life. Everything was hopeless. I was through kidding
myself, through believing in fairytales. I was going to live out my days in
drab spinsterhood, alone and unwanted.
    “We want you, Sara.”
    They closed in on me, like sleek predators sensing something
they wanted at any cost. Except that it was me they closed in on.
    “Don’t think about it, just get in the deep end and swim
with us. You’ve got nothing to lose.”
    My legs quivered as Alan’s whispery words danced against my
jawline. I caught my lip between my teeth and chewed. Ridge closed the bracket
from the other side. I was the middle.
    “We’ll be so fucking good together, the three of us.” Ridge
licked the shell of my ear then bit into it.
    Oh. My. Word. I crumbled. I couldn’t stand on my own two
feet. Something else must have been keeping me upright, because it wasn’t my
legs, they’d turned to jelly minutes ago already. Alan’s fingers zigzagged
across my breast, catching my aroused nipple with his nail. I gasped. I
shuddered. I trembled like a virgin.
    I just died when both he and Ridge lowered their heads and
opened their mouths over my hard nipples. Not even my thick cotton t-shirt
prevented me from feeling the moist heat they poured over my breasts. Alan
licked tentatively, teasingly, making me for squirm for more. Ridge suckled
hard and singed my senses to ashes. All I wanted to do was open my legs. My
knees separated. No wait, I had to think about this. They were my friends.
    They each took control of one of my hands and placed them
over their cocks.
    “Feel that, baby? It’s what you’re doing to us.”
    Low and behold. Danny never let me touch him with my hands,
only my mouth. The sensations in my hands skyrocketed. I tingled from my
fingertips to my toes. I slid my palms over their hardness. I sculpted their
feel to memory. I hadn’t touched an erect cock in almost two years, and I
wanted to savor the moment before they came to their senses and threw my hands
off them. I closed my eyes and purred. They pulsed in my hands.
    Light, feathery fingers worked their way to the knot of my
track pants, brushing against my skin. My eyes shot open. My head swung from
one male gaze to the other. Confidence emanated from their eyes, their bodies
pillars of strength beside me, givers of pure pleasure, enhancing the trust I
already had in them. My knot unraveled. They were going to touch me. I lost my
hold on gravity and sagged downward but never hit the floor. Somehow, they kept
me upright and on fire.
    “Haven’t you always wondered what her pussy would be like,
Ridge?”
    “I’ve dreamed of Sara’s pussy. I bet she’s all soft and
wet.”
    Hands were touching me.
    “Just as we thought.”
    “She’s smooth all over?”
    “Better, she’s smooth and velvety soft.”
    My mons glowed with pride I didn’t know I had but then
again, no man I’d ever been with had ever said such a lovely thing. Surely, I
had to stop them long enough for them to summon their lost common sense. Wasn’t
that the right thing to do? Shouldn’t I warn them that they had mistaken me for
someone else altogether? I was in fact plain Sara Smith, their friend since
high-school days who grew up into a pathetic loser painfully in love with her
boss, Danny Munro. Yes, that pathetic loser friend.
    “Is she wet?”
    “Have a feel. I cleared the way for you.”
    Danny who? They were talking about me. No, they were talking
about my privates…while I was in the same room. I had died. Or I was having one
of those nocturnal orgasms and they hadn’t even done me yet. No matter how many
times I touched myself, caressed the aching lips of my sex or rolled my heated
clit between my fingers, my self-induced climaxes provided temporary relief but
doubled the longing for a man’s hand. Two years since I had sex and no, my dildo
doesn’t count,