KeytoExcess by Christie Butler

Chapter One
     
    The T-shirt smelled of sweat, soap
and sexy man. Despite having dug it out of Matt’s dirty laundry hamper, Annie buried
her nose in it, inhaling deeply. Without another thought she peeled off her
clothes, undies and all, and pulled the T-shirt on over her head. The hem
dropped to her mid-thighs, the soft fabric feeling tingly against her skin. Or
maybe her skin had already been tingly.
    Annie was being a bad, bad girl.
She and condo neighbor Matt Howard were key buddies. After Matt had moved in
next door, the two of them had become friendly, eventually exchanging keys so
that they could pick up each other’s mail, water plants or anything else that
needed to be taken care of while one or the other was away.
    The last time he’d been away, Annie
had left him a plate of freshly baked cookies for his return. When Annie had
gone to visit her sister a couple weeks ago, there was a beautiful flower
arrangement waiting for her when she came home.
    Until today, those additions had
been the only breaks in their key protocol. Now she was involved in a serious
violation, using her friend’s key for her own gratification.
    It had not been lost on Annie what
a handsome, sexy man Matt was. When he’d first moved in she had been involved
with a guy from work. By the time that relationship had ended, Annie had had
plenty of opportunity to watch the endless parade of women in and out of Matt’s
condo. There had been a few repeats on occasion, but mostly it was some new sex
goddess every time.
    As time went on, Annie had
developed a serious jones for her neighbor. Just a couple inches taller than
she was, Matt was well muscled, with hair like Brad Pitt’s before his scraggly
period and the most gorgeous skin she’d ever seen on a man. A mere smile from
him would make her heart pound, would make her panties wet.
    She’d already been intrigued, and
then last month she’d gone out for Sunday morning coffee and the paper. When
she’d returned and pulled into the parking lot, she’d seen Matt and his friend
Peter with a woman. Clad in a rumpled party dress, the woman was clearly doing
the walk of shame. She stood by her car and kissed the men. Both of them. Thoroughly.
    Annie had stepped on her brake,
watching, her insides melting. Finally the woman got in her car and drove away.
Annie had been reasonably certain that the men had seen her watching, but what
the hell was she supposed to do? There’d been no place to hide, and it wasn’t
as if they were being secretive.
    After that episode, Annie thought
back to the times that she’d seen Peter with Matt. Odd times—late at night,
early in the morning—a woman hanging about on occasion. One woman.
    Annie didn’t consider herself to be
sexually naïve, but she still found this behavior astonishing. And provocative.
She’d become obsessed, hadn’t been able to get the thought out of her mind,
fantasies of being ravished by both men invading her dreams.
    She wasn’t sure exactly how it
worked, whether Matt and Peter were bi and it was an all-out orgy, or the two
men took turns with the woman or took her together. Or some combination of the
above. But clearly Matt liked women. Now Annie had designs on becoming the next
woman Matt liked. He didn’t appear to be the relationship kind of guy, but they
were already friends. There was a good base to work from if he were so
inclined. As she was.
    If not, maybe she’d at least get
some toe-curling sex out of it. Enter Peter Nash.
    Unlike Matt, Peter was tall, dark,
mysterious. He always had this look on his face as if he knew something no one
else did. It was irritating. And hot as all get-out. She’d be thrilled to have
Matt all to herself, but if Peter wanted to join in she would have no
objection.
    Annie had hit a bit of a dry spell
where men were concerned. And she was tired of dating the straitlaced, uptight
yuppies she usually hung with.
    And so here she was in Matt’s condo
while he was away, abusing her key