Boy in a Band (A Morgan Mallory story) (23 page)

             
“Morgan,” he mumbled, not moving. “Is the house a wreck?”

             
“The wreck you left, I’ve cleaned up already. How do you feel?” I asked, sitting on the bed.

             
“Pretty foggy,” he said, not moving.

              “I would think. You guys were so out there.”

             
The room smelled of stale beer mixed with the slight smell of him. A small stream of light filtered through the middle of the heavy curtains and splashed across the end of the bed.

“Sorry dinner was a bust.”

“Not your typical Thanksgiving for sure,” I laughed. “I invited Gayle to come tonight. Same crowd coming? I hope not.”

              “Naw, just the band guys,” he answered. “Did Jack stay?”

             
“Yeah, I found him in your bed. Thought it was you, so I climbed in naked. He was so fine.”

             
I wanted to give him a visual; an
I don’t care that you didn’t want to be with me attitude
.

             
“Fuck you, you’re lying.”

             
I didn’t answer him and sat quietly. He finally turned his head to look at me. His eyes were squinting and he pushed his hair off his face, which seemed a tad puffy.

             
“Jack wouldn’t cheat on his girlfriend,” he said.

             
“Now there’s a rare animal,” I teased.

             
He grabbed a pillow without lifting his head and whacked me with it. I laughed and got up off the bed.

             
“Let me sleep some more,” he said, closing his eyes.

I spent the day alone by the pool
, reading. It wasn’t bathing suit weather, but the sun was out and it was warm. Gayle showed up about five. I heard her through the screen door. Mathew hadn’t done much all day. He’d been lying on the couch, watching TV.

“Poor baby,
hung-over are you?” she asked him in a condescending voice.

             
“Nothing that a good party won’t cure,” he said.

             
Gayle chuckled.

             
“What time are Jack and the boys coming?” I called from out back.

             
“I told them sevenish,” he answered.

             
The screen door opened, squeaking, and Gayle came and joined me.

             
“Nice day,” she said.

             
“Yeah, way to nice to sit inside all day and nurse a hangover.”

Sara, Sam, and Pat had again sealed themselves into the back part of the house to watch television by the time the guys got there. Sara threatened to tell our parents about us drinking when they got home. Good thing she didn’t know about the drugs, although I knew Pat would never nark me out about anything, Sara might.

T
he guys were mellower. We drank Jack Daniels and Coke. We swam and sat in the hot tub. Mathew brought a joint out, and we passed that around. The other guys had slowly moved inside and were watching sports while Mathew, Gayle, and I were left in the hot tub.

I was feeling loaded
, a little lightheaded, giggly and showy. Pushing into Mathew I was being very flirty while poor Gayle was putting up with us. I was standing, facing him in the hot tub, teasing him by flashing my boobs. Gayle just ignored me. At one point I climbed into his lap and rubbed my breasts against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him, his hands then running down my back to my ass. I was feeling very turned on, but didn’t think with all these people around that anything was going to happen.

“Let’s go get naked
,” Mathew said.

             
I looked at Gayle, and then at Mathew. His suggestion was so left field. I was flirting, but hadn’t expected that.

             
“Who?” I asked.

             
“All of us,” he said, circling his finger around the three of us.

             
“You’re high,” I said, laughing.

             
I pulled back from him to look into his face.

             
“I’m serious,” he said.

             
I didn’t dare look at Gayle. She knew Mathew and I had never gone all the way. I thought his proposition would be offensive to her.

             
“Mathew, take Morgan, I’m good,” she said, knowing what I wanted.

             
“Not that I don’t have my own dirty motives, Gayle, but you would be the only girl left with the guys, no doubt, horny guys. If you don’t go, no one goes.”

             
I knew she could go to the guest room, but I was just drunk enough to think his proposal could be fun. I wanted to hear her answer.

             
“Such chivalry,” she said.

             
“Such what?” Mathew asked.

             
“Never mind,” she answered.

             
I looked away, out into the night, trying not to laugh. Surely he was just teasing about the three of us.

             
“'Nother drink, anyone?” I garbled slightly, getting up. “I know I need one.”

They handed me their
plastic glasses and I went inside and made us new drinks. The guys were all glued to whatever was on. They had most of the lights off in the room and the colors from the TV flashed on their faces. They all looked high.

             
“Jack, can you open the door for me?” I asked, balancing the three cocktails in my hands.

             
He leaned over and grabbed the end of the slider and opened and shut it, never taking his eyes from the TV. I set the drinks on the edge of the hot tub and got back in the water.

             
“Let’s go,” Gayle said, standing up.

             
I looked from one to the other in utter disbelief.

             
“You’re not serious?” I asked.

“Come on
, kid,” Mathew said, taking my hand. “Grab your drink.”

What had transpired while I was gone
?
We got out and toweled ourselves dry and I followed Mathew and Gayle robot-like through the family room. The guys watched in disbelief as the three of us disappeared into Ann and Brad’s master bedroom.

Chapter
27

I
’d envisioned Mathew and me together many times, so many times, but never like this.

             
“Let’s go for it, have some fun,” Gayle whispered to me.

             
I knew she had to be drunk to ever go along with this. I could tell Mathew was turned on by the whole idea. I could see it in his face and in his wide-eyed sexy grin. He would have told me if he’d ever been with two girls at once, this was a first. I took a gulp of my drink, the alcohol helping me, making me feel daring. Mathew stood watching me, challenging me with his expression as he pushed his suit down to the floor to free his cock. My mouth went dry when I saw he was already hard. I slowly stripped off my bikini in front of the two of them. Mathew came to me.

             
“You look hot, kid,” he said roughly, pulling me to him.

             
Our naked bodies pressed together as he kissed me hard and took my hand, shoving it down to feel his cock. My breath caught, and my heart raced, as I took his rock hard penis in my hand. I opened my eyes to see Gayle lying on the bed, still in her bikini, watching the two of us with an amused grin. I dropped down to the floor and took him in my mouth sucking, licking, moving him in and out slowly.

“Hmmm,” he moaned.

Of course I’d never given a
blowjob, but I’d heard enough to guess at what he’d like. Similar to how I’d sucked and teased his finger in Tahoe. I gave him just enough then let his cock go and slithered up his body and pulled him towards the bed.

“Gayle?” I
asked.

She smiled and stripped from her suit while Mathew and I watched.
Our relationship was finally going to come full circle, as a threesome. I started to laugh.

             
“This is crazy,” I chuckled.

             
“After you,” Gayle teased.

Nothing had ever made sense with Mathew
, why start now.
I climbed onto the bed and Mathew lay down beside me running his hand down my neck over my breasts and then between my legs. It was so nice to be able to move unobstructed by clothing. He pushed his fingers into me, in and out slowly, then circling my clitoris. My head was spinning, and not from the alcohol, but from desire.

“Fuck me, Mathew,” I begged.

He rolled on top of me and entered me hungrily, his hard cock spreading me, sending shivers through my body. I felt like I’d been hit by an electrical shock. He pumped his hard member in and out of me, and then harder at times making me reel. Intense feelings spread through my body like fire. Thrusting himself in and out of me, I couldn’t take my eyes off his face as I writhed in pure pleasure beneath him. I didn’t want it to end. Gayle ran her hand down his back reminding me she was there.

I pushed him away reluc
tantly towards her, I didn’t want to be fair, but felt that I should. After all, it was her decision that got us here. I watched as Mathew pleasured Gayle and surprisingly I wasn’t jealous. Mathew tried subtly to encourage some girl on girl action, but I wasn’t going that far. After Gayle had her fill she pushed him back towards me. I was so turned on from him, and watching them, that I pushed Mathew onto his back and mounted his cock. Rocking my body hard on to him, feeling his hardness press further into me each time.

“Uh,” he growled.

I sat up slightly and he covered my breasts with his hands squeezing them. I could feel my desire building and rocked faster and harder. He grabbed my hips and ground me onto him, his face was taut, his breathing hard. When I climaxed I screamed out in pleasure.

“Uh,” he moaned and then relaxed, as I fell back onto his chest, completely spent.

Mathew had us both several times that night and into the early morning hours. Each time he was able to bring me to a delightful intense orgasm. I was surprised his being with Gayle didn’t bother me more. I think being high had given us both the courage, to be wild. Gayle wasn’t hot for Mathew like most of the girls. She thought he was a looker, but half the time she was mad at him for the way he treated me. Maybe that was the difference; I knew our night was a one-time thing. I didn’t have to worry about anything going on there. The three of us lay in the bed, Mathew in the middle, and talked afterwards. I didn’t remember saying goodnight, or falling asleep.

I woke
to find Mathew spooned around me. I lifted my head to look at Gayle, but we were alone in the bed. I rubbed my temples.
Nice headache
. I lay still listening, but there was no sound in the house.
What the hell had I done? It seemed like such a good idea last night. Where was Gayle?
I moved Mathew’s arm and slipped out of the bed. I went in Ann’s closet and found a robe and quietly left the room with him still sleeping.

I knew Gayle wouldn’t go home that late, or that drunk
. She was still here somewhere. I found her in Sara’s room in the free twin bed. Mathew’s room and the guest room had some of the guys sleeping in them. I tapped her, and she woke easily. I motioned for her to follow. We went to the living room and sat down on the white sofa. I tucked my feet up under the robe. She looked into my face searching my eyes.

“I’m so sorry
,” she whispered.

I shook my head.

“I was going to say the same thing to you. Mathew suggesting such a thing and us crazy and high enough to go along,” I said smiling. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, not concerning me anyway. Now if you’re sorry you had sex with him, that’s another story. He sucked, don’t you think?”

“He was loaded
,” she said.

I
grinned at her and she smiled.

“H
e didn’t suck, and you know it.”

             
“No, he didn’t suck. I rather enjoyed it actually,” she said.

             
“Okay, you don’t have to go that far.”

             
I could feel a flutter in my heart.

             
“Where is he?” she asked.

             
“Still asleep, two girls wore him out last night,” I said, trying to make it light.

Gayle smiled at me.
It wasn’t pity, but something like it. Her knowing my feelings for him I took it as more of an
Oh, Morgan
look.

“Go back
, Morgan, make love to him like you want to. Like you’ve wanted to for frickin' ever.”

             
I looked at her and sighed as tears welled in my eyes.

             
“What made you say
yes
last night? What happened when I went to make drinks?” I asked.

“I aske
d him if he was really serious. He said
yes
, almost daring me. I thought about you. How much you’ve wanted him. How often I’ve listened to your pain. How much I’ve wanted to kill him for hurting you. I was high enough to have it make perfect sense. Not sure if I was sober, and in the light of day, I would have felt the same. If you were willing, I figured we’d have fun. When I told him I would do it, I could tell he was shocked.”

“I was shocked
. I’m sure he was throwing it out there, thinking that it would never happen,” I said.

             
“I couldn’t not take his dare. I felt like it was you and me having the upper hand. After I said
yes
, he didn’t have a choice but to go. Game on,” she smiled.

             
I kissed her cheek.

             
“Go back to bed. I’ll need you later,” I said.

             
“I need the sleep,” she said, getting up to leave.

              I dropped the robe by the side of the bed and silently crept in beside Mathew. As I slid in, he stirred.

             
“Morgan, it is you. I was wondering if I was dreaming.”

             
Oh, brother!

             
“No, you don’t, Mathew,” I whispered. “Don’t pretend you don’t remember the whole thing, every thrust of it. I don’t care how high you were. You know.”

He opened his eyes
cautiously, first one and then the other.

“Are you pissed at me?”

I stared into his face as his eyes searched mine.

             
“Hmmm. How do I answer that exactly? I think, in one way or another, I’ve been pissed off at you since I met you.”

             
He pushed into me.

             
“Where’s Gayle?” he asked, closing his eyes.

             
“She left saying something about the worst sex she’d ever had,” I said.

             
He opened his eyes in surprise and I laughed.

             
“She all right about it?”

             
“She’s fine. Tired. She moved to Sara’s other bed,” I said. “Maybe the real question should be if I’m all right with it.”

             
He grinned at me and I reached out to run my finger over his lips.

             
“What do they call that?”

             
“What do they call what?”

             
“Three? There’s a word for it.”

             
“
Ménage a trois
. And now that you know the term, forget it, because it’s not happening again. With me anyway.”

             
“Can I make love to you? Can I do it right, Morgan?”

             
His look was sincere and I felt the butterflies flipping wildly in my stomach.

             
“It’s about time,” I answered, pulling myself close to him.

He kissed me gingerly at first and then not so
. We were able to take our time. Exploring each other’s bodies completely. No worrying about being caught, no clothes binding us, no rules binding us, spoken or unspoken. We made love and then fell back asleep. I woke to his kisses, and we made love again. We showered together, touching, lathering, and touching some more. I made him go get both of us clothes. When we came out of the bedroom, Sara, Sam, and Pat were out by the pool. Gayle and the other guys had gone.

“Just missed Jack
,” Sara volunteered. “No party tonight, Mathew.”

             
It wasn’t a question but an order.

             
“No, no party tonight,” Mathew answered her.

They knew we
were in the bedroom together, but nothing was said. That night we cooked a noodle casserole Ann had left us and I made a salad. Mathew played his guitar for us. A truce was reached between our siblings and us. Seeing it was Mathew's and my butts on the line, it was a good thing. No one was going to say anything. Mathew and I sat up late, talking. He opened a bottle of wine. When he thought it was safe, he took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

             
“This must be what a date feels like,” I teased.

“Better
,” he said.

             
“How so?”

             
The carpet felt nice on my bare feet as he took me into his arms close to the bed.

             
“I’m comfortable with you,” he said.

             
“That’s taken what? Over three years or so of torturing me?”

             
I pushed him away onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He grinned up at me as my hair fell towards his face. He smelled like Mathew again instead of chlorine.

             
“Mathew, you freak me out by what a dick you can be,” I said and then smiled.

“I don’t mean to be.”

              “I wonder?” I said, unbuttoning his shirt. “Have wondered more than a time or two.”

              He reached up and rested his hands on my hips.

             
“Should I remind you of a few of the times?”

             
“No.”

             
He smiled, knowing I was going to anyway.

              “Let’s see,” I said, putting my finger to my chin. “Tahoe, Mammoth, Rio del Mar, your bathroom, last night, anything ringing a bell? That doesn’t even account for all the times in your room.”

             
He reached up under my shirt, his hands warm against my skin, he felt my stomach and then went up towards my breasts, which were harnessed by a bra. He waited for me to continue. I took my shirt off over my head and he stared. I liked the look in his eyes, a longing, something I hadn’t seen. I’d seen lust, and a lot of other things, but not longing. I didn’t think the look would stay or change our status.

“Last night?” h
e questioned.