Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
But right now, we’re stationed in Lionel’s bowling alley like losers while Lionel finishes fucking the brat upstairs.
“Where the hell are they?” Cross grunts impatiently, downing his shot in a swift gesture. “What the fuck?”
“Give them time,” Scott answers in a deep tone. “Hell, it’d take me a while to pull my dick out of that lovely lady’s asshole too.”
“Yeah, but she wasn’t getting dicked,” I add in a wry voice. “That chick was getting her butt fingered and loving every second of it.”
We’re filthy motherfuckers, and even more offensive when there are no women present. But at that moment, Lionel descends the stairs, carrying the aforementioned lovely lady in his arms. He sets Lily down and she prances over to us before cocking one hip out, her hand placed at her narrow waist. She’s a sight to behold, dressed in nothing but hot pink pasties on her generous tits, a g-string that’s nothing more than a tiny crystal at her clit, and high, high heels which elongate her legs.
“So we should talk,” she says in a sassy tone.
I growl, eyeing her luscious figure up and down.
“Shouldn’t we do introductions first?” I ask. “There’s no need to skip them because we have plenty of time. I’m Barrett, and this is Scott and Cross. We’re friends of your dad.”
Lily smiles at me, her brown eyes mischievous.
“And I’m Lily Powell,” she says in a sweet tone. “I’m Lionel’s daughter. Well, stepdaughter,” she amends. “My mom was married to Lionel long ago, but she passed away. That’s how Lionel got stuck with me,” she says, shooting the man of the house a mischievous smile.
“Yes, Lionel told us,” Scott says in a smooth tone, his blue eyes roving over every inch of Lily’s pale skin. “We’re sorry for your loss.”
The young woman goes serious for a moment.
“Roberta was everything to me, but my mom made some good decisions during her life and made sure I was taken care of after her death. Namely, she married Lionel, and he’s been looking out for me ever since. Right, Daddy?”
By now, our friend has poured himself a drink and leans against the bar, watching the scene with amusement on his handsome face.
“Yes, absolutely,” he replies in a throaty tone. “You’ll always be my first priority, princess. I’ll make sure that all of your needs are met, no matter what it takes. Which is why we’re here right now,” he says with a sly smirk.
Lily nods, her brown eyes still serious as she fixes us with a look.
“As you know, I’m the one who asked my stepfather to set this encounter up,” she murmurs. “I love being with Lionel, but well, I always wanted more.”
Immediately the temperature in the room ratchets higher. Scott, Cross and I lean forward, our expressions intense.
“More how?” Cross demands.
“In what way?” Scott echoes, although we already know the answer.
“I want a menage,” Lily enunciates in a clear voice, not at all embarrassed about her desires. “I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to service multiple men, and my stepdad said that it was a natural desire. A lot of girls want to try it, at least once in their lives.”
I shoot my buddy a look, but Lionel merely smirks at his station by the bar.
“Really,” I drawl. “Your stepdad told you that.”
Lily nods, her big brown eyes serious.
“Yes. It sounds messed up, but polyamorous relationships aren’t messed up. They’re just a different way to live life that’s outside of the hetero male-female norm.”
Alarm bells start going off in my head, and I share a look with Cross and Scott. Oh shit, we’re already going off course.
“Yes, but this isn’t a relationship,” Scott interjects in a gentle tone while taking Lily’s hand in his own. “We’re not here for a relationship. Hell, I don’t even know how we’re talking relationships when we’ve just met.”
Lily nods, unperturbed at his comment.
“I know that this isn’t a relationship. I’m sorry, because I must have misspoken. What I meant to say is that polyamorous desires aren’t messed up. The desire to explore sexually with multiple partners is normal to human beings, and I’m glad that you don’t judge me for it.”
My friends and I share another look, relieved that the conversation’s back on track.
“That’s right,” I intone in a deep rumble. “The desire to service multiple men is absolutely normal, and it means that you’re a healthy, ripe, teenage girl. There’s nothing to be ashamed about.”
“Besides,” drawls Cross, “we’ve had multiple partners in the past because we’ve shared women before. Does that bother you, Lily?”
The young woman flushes, her cheeks going pink, but she bites her lip as she shakes her head.
“No, not at all,” she breathes. “If anything, it helps me to know that you’ve done this before. This isn’t going to be brand new to you, the way it is for me.”