EVELYN

I first saw her from across the dining hall. At a brief glance I saw her profile and noticed her auburn hair pinned up and plaited encircling her head like a halo. She had a cute little nose and full pink lips. When she turned towards me I realized she was wearing the blue-gray uniform of a servant. She approached my table with a wine pitcher in her hands. She stopped at my brother first who was waving his goblet rudely at her, demanding a refill. After filling his cup nearly full she turned to me and asked if I wanted more as well. I almost forgot to reply as I was enchanted by the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. I recovered quickly and replied, “Yes, please. Thank you kindly.”
She graced me with a smile as she carefully poured wine into my goblet. I stopped her when it was about half full. “That is enough for me, thank you.”
She quickly curtsied and hurried away. I realized then I had forgotten to ask her name. I did not see her for the rest of the meal. I wanted to linger to see if she would return at some point, but my obnoxiously loud brother was giving me a headache. I returned at last to my own chambers and spent the rest of the evening reading. 
Over the next couple of weeks I saw her in passing, but never when I was alone. I soon learned her name was Evelyn and she was a fairly recent addition to our staff. A very beautiful addition in my opinion. 
I finally had a chance encounter with her in a hallway when I was alone and headed towards my Mother’s chambers. I startled her unintentionally when she was arranging fresh flowers in a vase on a table outside of the double doors to my Mother’s study. I stopped and greeted her, pretending to be interested in the flower arrangement she was making. I noticed a strange faint humming sound that seemed to emanate from her. I had never noticed that before. I looked her over quickly to see if anything about her appearance had changed. I noticed a golden bracelet with a small red stone on her left wrist. I moved closer and was positive that strange humming was coming from the bracelet. But how could that be? Only magical items made that sound and not everyone could hear it. I wondered if she was aware of it. Without thinking I grabbed her arm and brought it closer so I could see it better. 
She gasped loudly and asked what I was doing. “Where did you get that bracelet?” I inquired, sounding harsher than I intended. 
“It was a gift,” was her only response. 
A gift? No one would just give such a thing away. It had Runes engraved upon it but I was not sure of their meaning yet, as I could see them entirely. It appeared to be a magical talisman of some sort.
“No one would just give away such an item,” I replied.
“I did not steal it…hey, what do you think you’re doing?”
I managed to get it off her wrist. I did not mean to come across as an ass but I knew that is what she was thinking of me. I truthfully just wanted to study it. I was not accusing her of anything. I planned to give it right back after I had been able to read the Runes that ringed it. It was at that moment that my Mother flung open her door and called me, ordering me inside. I knew that meant she needed my assistance and had tolerated my tardiness as much as she would. I looked at Evelyn quickly and mumbled an apology before I turned to enter my Mother’s study. I knew Evelyn would not say a word because of who I am and who she is. I would have to get it back to her after I had a chance to examine it. I pocketed the bracelet as I greeted my Mother. 
By the time my meeting with Mother had ended Evelyn was gone. I knew where the servant quarters were located so I planned to return it to her later. I retreated to my own chambers where I removed the bracelet from my pocket. I turned it around slowly reading the Runes engraved upon it. Huh. They were Runes for healing. It was a healer’s talisman. My door was suddenly thrust open and my brother loudly bellowed my name. I winced. “No need to shout, I am right here!”
He simply told me it was time to go. I sighed and put the bracelet in a small wooden box on a shelf for safekeeping. I would have to return it to Evelyn later than I planned. I turned and followed Thor out of the room. 
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We returned a few days later just in time for my brother’s birthday feast. He ran off to his own chambers to shower and head down to the dining hall. The idea of having to be around Thor and his obnoxious friends while he boasted about our latest adventure appalled me. I was not proud of what I had done. I honestly just wanted to get clean and rest. I retired to my chambers where I showered to remove the blood and grime. I checked myself over for wounds. Nothing serious, just some superficial scratches on my legs. None of them required medical attention. After leaving the shower I realized how sore I felt. I decided on a long hot soak in the tub with some herbs for aches and pain. I went out into my room and retrieved the herbs from the cupboard reserved for my herbs and concoctions. 
I noticed nothing amiss so I returned to the bathroom and filled the tub with water as hot as I could stand it and the herbs. I climbed in carefully and settled back in the tub. I rolled up a towel to rest my head on. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, the water had grown cold. I drained the tub and got out. I halfway dried myself and wrapped the towel about my waist. I walked out to my bedroom so I could check the time. It had grown darker in my room so I took the time to light a few lamps before I checked the time. Thor’s party had been underway for the last hour. I guess I could make a brief appearance and at least say hello to everyone and get something to eat. I was feeling a bit hungry. 
I sighed, resigned to my fate and determined not to stay long. It was then that I suddenly became aware of the fact I was not alone in my room. I must have still been exhausted to not notice sooner. Good thing it was a familiar scent and I knew she was harmless. I grinned at the shadows. Well, well, the sweet little thing had come to me. Clearly she was unaware that I possess a heightened sense of smell. I scanned the room, turning slowly until I caught the direction of her scent. Over by the window behind the curtains. Really? Was she that obvious? I crossed the room to jerk the curtain back to reveal my blue eyed beauty kneeling on the floor. She yelped as I had startled her. I have no idea why that little sound aroused me so much. She stood up slowly and I looked her up and down, realizing she was a little aroused herself. I guess she liked what she saw. I decided to play with her a bit and see how far I could get with her.
I took a step back and gave her what I hoped came across as a playful grin. “You are Evelyn, right?”
“Yes sire,” she replied, sounding terribly nervous but standing up straight and taking a step away from the window.
“Well, Evelyn, what are you doing in my chambers? Are you not supposed to be downstairs serving at my brother’s feast?”
“I came to reclaim what is rightfully mine.”
She sounded more bold, but I could hear her heart pounding in her chest. I realized she was terrified. I could not allow that to continue. I wanted her sexually aroused, not frightened by me. I suddenly realized I did indeed want this beautiful woman. 
“Oh? And what might that be?” I knew damned well what she was looking for.
“It is a gold bracelet with a small ruby in the middle of it. It was a gift from my Mother before she died and was the only thing of real value she ever owned in her life.” 
Ah. Now it made sense. A healer’s talisman of power passed from mother to daughter. They were both healers…like a charm passed through the generations. There was no telling how old it was. I pretended to not know what she was talking about. “A gift from your mother, eh? What makes you think I would have it?”
“You took it from me last week and accused me of stealing it. Well I stole it from no one and I want it back.”
I was a bit taken aback. I had done no such thing! I never accused her of anything. I just wanted to know what it was and why she had it. I scowled at her and said, “So you came into my chambers when you thought I was not here in order to steal it back? You would look less guilty if you had just confronted me, been honest about how you got it, and asked for it back.” I am a reasonable man after all. 
She furrowed her brow and wore an annoyed expression briefly, I guess she realized I was right. She took a deep breath and said sweetly, “Please your Highness: I just want my bracelet back. It means the world to me. I promise to never wear it in the palace again.”
The pleading tone in her voice and the way she called me “your highness” aroused me and made me wonder what it would be like to have her begging me to pleasure her. So help me I was sexually aroused to the point of discomfort. I knew my manhood had to be poking up through the towel as I felt harder than ever. I decided to see what I could get from her. She would either submit or slap me. The thought of her submitting was much more enjoyable.
I ordered her away from the window and to stand in the center of the room. She obeyed quickly. I circled around eyeing her up and down. I definitely liked what I could see and wanted to see more. “What will you give me in return for the bracelet?” I asked teasingly.
She trembled ever so slightly and it crept into her voice as she replied, “I…I have nothing to give you, your highness. I work here because I am poor and my father was unable to marry me to a good man.”
Oh my sweet little girl, you have something I definitely want. Lucky me that you did not get married off. I replied instead, “I do not want money or trinkets. How old are you?”
Well, I had to be sure she was old enough to not get me into trouble with her father and mine. “I am twenty” she replied
Oh that will do nicely, but I wonder… “Are you a virgin Evelyn?”
“What is that sire?”
Oh yes, perfect indeed. I laughed coyly. “Have you ever had sex with a man?”
Her cheeks flushed and a squeak came to her voice when she said no. Now to make my proposition and see if she slaps me. “Then that is what I will take in exchange for your bracelet. I want your virginity."
No slap came and I was standing within slapping range. She stood there with a shocked expression, her mouth literally hanging open. An odd little sound came from her; like a combination of a gasp and squeak. I could smell her groin becoming wetter. She liked the idea. I laughed and moved even closer, confident now she would not slap me. “I rather like that little noise. I bet I can elicit other noises to escape that pretty little mouth.” 
Oh yes I want to hear her moaning in pleasure. Before she could recover her wits and respond, I kissed her passionately. I tried to convey how much I wanted her. I jerked the towel off my hips as I pulled her closer to me so she could feel my erection. I slid my tongue inside her mouth and caressed hers. She did not really respond to me. I withdrew and asked if she’d ever been kissed or seen a man naked. Her no came out as a squeak but I could feel she was excited by the possibilities before her.  
I stepped back and allowed her a moment to gaze at my body. I saw her pupils enlarge and could smell her arousal increase even more. It must be running down her thighs at this point. I decided to see for myself. I moved behind her and unfastened the maid uniform she wore and peeled it slowly down her arms letting it fall at her feet. To my surprised delight, she was completely nude underneath. I told her to turn around. I appraised her glorious body. I have seen plenty of women in my day, but she was the most beautiful by far. I reached out to caress her breasts as I told her she had a beautiful body. I ran my hands all over her and began kissing and trailing my tongue along with my lips. I could not believe how glorious she was and complimented her further. I brought my lips to hers and kissed her with all the burning passion I felt. This time, much to my delight, she returned my kiss. I drew it out for a while, until I absolutely needed a deep breath. 
“Good girl. You are waking up. Now are you going to come willingly or not?”
Another gush from her lower lips. Perhaps she just did. I moved behind her again to kiss her neck and stroke her breasts and abdomen with my hands. I decided to see for myself how wet and ready she was for me. I moved my hands further down and slid my fingers of my right hand between the flesh that concealed the little nub I knew would bring her tremendous pleasure. Oh yes, she was already soaked. I stroked her in circles slowly, teasingly, and she moaned softly. By the Realms I loved that sound. “Louder” I whispered in her ear as I changed how I rubbed her. She obediently grew louder with her moans and I rewarded her with faster strokes. She was so wet it was hard to keep my fingers centered on her pleasure zone. If she got this wet all the time I was going to enjoy her immensely. I could feel her orgasm building stronger, but it felt like she was holding herself back as if too shy to come for me. I encouraged her. “Do not hold it in. Come for me darling. Scream if you want to. There is no one to hear your ecstasy but me.”
Not that I care one bit who heard me pleasuring this beautiful woman. Finally I felt her shudders and a gush of hot fluid rush over my fingers. She practically screamed as it hit her and her knees buckled. I tightened my grip with my other arm to keep her from falling. I withdrew my hand and picked her up from behind and put her on my bed on her hands and knees. My cock was so hard it was painful and I wanted inside her to find my relief. I still slid in carefully, moaning myself and mumbling something about how tight she was. There was also the strangest sensation I had ever experienced during intercourse. As if something besides her inner walls was quivering around my cock. I heard her moan loudly as I began pumping into that tight wetness. Whatever it was, it seemed to enhance the sensations. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to me as I fucked her with abandon. I needed that release in her. When it finally came I was shocked by how intense it was. I do not think I had ever had an orgasm quite like that. It ended and I pulled out of her, sitting on the bed next to her to catch my breath. She had collapsed onto her side, breathing hard from the wave of orgasms that had hit her at the same time. I finally managed to tell her she could have her bracelet back and where it was located. She slowly stood up as if she did not trust her legs to support her. She crossed to the box on the shelf and opened it. I saw her pull out the bracelet and slip it on her left wrist. She picked up her dress and slipped it over head. I got up and went to button it back up. I kissed the back of her neck and she turned towards me. I could tell she enjoyed it and she practically begged with her eyes for it to not be the end. There was no way it would be. I enjoyed it immensely and definitely wanted more in the future. If nothing else she would be a fun playmate for a while. I turned her around and gently kissed her lips. I withdrew quickly and said, “I expect a twice weekly performance of that my dear. You are a really good fuck.”
She blushed but smiled and quietly mumbled an agreement. She then left my room. I threw myself on my bed, on my back, and stared at the rafters above me. By all the Realms I wanted more of that woman. I had a feeling right then she would become more than just a sexual playmate. Before my mind could continue that train of thought, the exhaustion caught up to me and I fell into a deep sleep. 

Samhain Night

      I was sitting at a small round table lazily shuffling my Tarot cards while periodically glancing towards the entrance to this ridiculous blanket covered "tent" I was stuck in for a couple more hours. Why did I ever agree to be a "fortune teller" at a Halloween carnival? Oh right because my best friend was in charge and I was the only person she knows who owns a Tarot deck. 

       To say I was bored was putting it mildly. So far I'd seen two middle aged women looking for love, a widower who thought I could contact his deceased wife, and two giggling teenage girls wanting to know if their school football quarterback had a crush on either of them. I was considering sneaking out when the canvas wall entrance was pulled back. I looked up expecting more teenagers who would ask about crushes, instead I was greeted with the dazzling smile of a rather handsome man. He was well built, tall, had dark hair and I couldn't make out his eye color from the low light of camping lanterns used in the tent.

       He sat down on the stool across the table from me. I gathered my cards and said, "What knowledge do you seek of your life's journey?"

       He chuckled softly and said, "That's not what I was expecting you to say."

       I sighed, "Look I'm only doing this for my friend as a fundraiser. I'm not some gypsy fortune teller. Yes I am a Tarot reader, but it doesn't work like the movies. Do you have a problem you want help with or not?"

       He smiled and said "I do have a problem you can help me with Celeste, but you won't need those cards."

      "How did you...do I know you?"

       "We worked together in the same office beautiful Celeste. I've watched that shapely ass wiggle past my desk many times."

       That's when I felt my entire body grow warm and my panties get a little wet. I realized who he was, but I couldn't remember his name to save my life. I'm horrible with names so I just referred to him as the hot guy. I'd always found him handsome, but he never talked to me at work and the few times I had to give him paperwork he seemed completely uninterested in me and only mumbled a thanks. I absentmindedly tucked my cards in their velvet lined box while I tried frantically to remember his name.

       He stood up and came around the table to take my hand and kiss it. I stood as he did and he quickly pulled me close and kissed my lips. It was a kiss full of fire and hunger. 

     It seemed to last several minutes and left me utterly breathless when he finally released my lips. "I finally have you alone my beautiful Celeste." Before I could reply he crushed his lips against mine and I felt his tongue gently snake between them. I opened my mouth fully in response and felt his tongue plunge even deeper and tangle with my own.

       I was so aroused I wasn't thinking straight when I asked him what else he could do with that wicked tongue. He smiled devilishly and replied "You'll find out beautiful."

      I saw his eyes quickly scan the space before he asked "Are any of these walls solid?"

     I snorted and replied "Hardly! It's one of those portable canopies with dark colored blankets for walls. It's supposed to look mysterious."

      He stared at me for a moment and then asked, "Would the ground be too vulgar?"

       "It's a tarp with a big rug on it, not bare ground."

      He grinned and moved in for another kiss. There was a few more before he paused to ask if there was a way to prevent someone else walking in. I scurried over to the entrance and hung up the bathroom break sign and tied the canvas wall to the pole. I returned and told him that's the best I can do. He resumed kissing me, moving his lips down onto my neck snaking out his tongue to taste my skin as he worked his way towards my breasts. He untied the short strings I had pulled tightly together that held closed the bodice of the blue dress I wore. It opened exposing my white bra and the tops of my large breasts beneath. He ran his fingers over one before saying, "They're even more beautiful than I imagined."

       He wasted no time getting my front closure bra opened and his lips on one. I could feel his tongue circling my nipple while he pinched the other one between his fingers. His tongue flicked over it a few times before he drew it between his lips and sucked. I moaned softly. He soon dropped to his knees and pulled my dress off my shoulders causing it to pool at my feet, he gazed up at me as he hooked his thumbs in the thin waistband of my thong, "I have a challenge for you beautiful one: don't get loud," he then yanked my panties off.

      He kissed his way from my belly to the top of my slit. I spread my legs and felt his tongue slip between the wet folds of flesh, caress my nub briefly, and continue the descent until his tongue slipped inside of me to tease me quickly before he returned attention to my clit. I was moaning softly. I felt his tongue flick back and forth and circle around until my legs were trembling and I was biting my lip to keep from crying out my pleasure as the tension was building up and release would soon follow. He slipped his fingers within and stroked my front wall pushing me over the edge. I came hard with a loud moan I couldn't contain and nearly fell over on him because my legs gave way. He turned and laid me down on the rug, slipping his fingers between my pussy lips to continue stroking and drawing out the pleasure. I nearly screamed when another orgasm hit me but he clamped his mouth over mine to muffle it. 

      He finally pulled his fingers out of me, licking my cum off of them as he sat up. I was breathing so hard I couldn't speak. He gazed down and smiled. "Oh my beautiful Celeste squirts. I never imagined you did. Let's go back to your place and continue our night of pleasure." 

       I started to respond when I was interrupted by a voice loudly calling my name. I sat up listening and realized it was Jenny. "Shit! I can't just ignore her. Hide!" 

     I turned to find I was alone. I was puzzled but reasoned he must have gone out the back of the makeshift tent. I scrambled to dress and hurried to untie the entrance. Jenny beat me to it and met me at the entrance. "Celeste! You're ok? I could have sworn I heard a scream coming from this direction." 

      I was grateful for the dimming light so she wouldn't see me blush as I hurriedly explained, "That was me, sorry, killer leg cramp. I guess I sat for too long and when I got up to stretch, my calf cramped up. I didn't think it was that loud. I didn't mean to startle anyone." 

     "It's ok I was just checking on you. It's fine if you want to head on home, things are slowing down." 

       I shoved my cards in my bag and handed her the cash basket. She accepted it and followed me out. I looked around quickly and didn't see him anywhere. I decided to ask Jenny if she remembered him from the office since we all worked together. "Hey Jen do you remember a tall, handsome, dark haired, guy from work who had mesmerizing green eyes? His desk was across from Michelle near the elevators. I can't remember his name to save my life." 

        She looked at me confused for a moment. "Do you mean Tim? I thought I told you earlier today, he died in a car accident a couple of days ago. His funeral is Tuesday afternoon." 

      "Died!? That's not...I guess I just didn't connect the dots as to who you were talking about." 

      She chuckled softly and said, "Oh Celeste you don't have to play coy anymore. The whole office knew you two had a crush on each other and were wondering when one of you would finally make a move. I know it probably hurts. Go home and have some tea and a good night's sleep."

      I felt even more confused. "I could have sworn I saw him tonight!" 

      She put her arm around my shoulders and squeezed. "You do always say the veil is thinnest at Samhain so maybe you did."

    We arrived at my car and said our goodbyes. I climbed in and sat there for a moment. Yes the veil is thinnest tonight, but I'd never heard of a spirit of the dead having oral sex with a living mortal. He felt normal and solid. He even had that subtle woodsy smell like I'd noticed when were in a crowded space together. It was all so confusing, but I was tired and needed to rest. I started my car and headed home.

Caught in the Middle: This is Not Goodbye

         Ben joined me on the deck when he finished. Tom was apparently busy rearranging my bedroom. I didn't even care. Ben sat in the lounge chair next to me gazing at me silently while I ignored him and watched the waves. He soon sat up and placed his hands on my stomach where the girls were actively kicking me and each other. A bittersweet smile slowly spread across his face. "They are quite the active pair this afternoon."

            "Yes, they can be at times," I replied while I still refused to look at him.

          After a few more minutes of feeling the babies move, he lifted the hem of my shirt, leaned over and kissed my belly. He then got up and went back inside. All that did was make me cry harder.

            Once the tears subsided, I eventually wandered back inside and to my bedroom. Tom was just finishing up. I ignored him and curled up on the bed and soon drifted off to sleep. I wanted them both and I felt completely heartbroken. I was being forced to accept something I could not.

*********

            Over the next couple of weeks, Tom and Ben prepared the nursery. They wanted it to be a surprise for me, so they wouldn't even let me in the room. Tom promised me it was going to be cute and girly for our little princesses. That's what he had taken to calling the babies: his little princesses. It seemed to take longer than two weeks, but they finally finished it and surprised me with it.

            Ben literally put one of his ties around my eyes as a blindfold and led me into the room with Tom trailing along behind, his hands on my sides like he was guiding me. When Ben stopped pulling my hands, Tom yanked the tie off my eyes and I gasped. It was beautiful! They'd painted the walls a lovely shade of lilac trimmed in white. The cribs, dressers, changing table and rocking chairs were all in white. The bedding in one crib was lilac while in the other it was pink. The curtains at the window were pink as were the cushions on the rocking chairs and matching ottomans. On one wall near the closet was a large painting of ballerinas while on the opposite wall was one of Cinderella's carriage going toward the castle at night. Above each crib were wooden letters that spelled out their names: Morgana in a dark purple and Jocelyn in Pink.

            "I didn't realize we had decided on names. I had just suggested them..."

            Tom replied, "Ben and I talked about it and we decided we could live with those names. You did really like them right?"

            "Yes, but what about the middle names?"

            "Tom and I were thinking that maybe you might let us pick the middle names? I like Aurelia for Jocelyn; Jocelyn Aurelia," Ben responded.

            "I sort of have a request for a middle name to go with Morgana," Tom stated.

            "What is it?"

            "Rhiannon. I would like for her middle name to be Rhiannon, after your character from Immortal."

            I just stared at him in surprise. "Why would you want that?"

            "Well that wonderful story of yours is how you and I met. If you had never written it, Joss never would've read it and contacted you about turning it into a series, so you and I never would've met. So I just...I don't know...I guess it's kind of corny." He was actually blushing.

            "No, not at all. I love it. Morgana Rhiannon and Jocelyn Aurelia. They're both great names. I love the nursery guys, it's beautiful."

            I gave each of them a gentle kiss on the lips and a hug in thanks for all the work they had done. Now that I had some where to put them, I would need to go shopping for baby clothes. They both liked that idea and wanted to go with me. I wanted to do something for my babies on my own; without the smothering duo. They finally relented on the condition that I not go completely alone; even though I was only twenty-five weeks along, they were both nervous about me being alone. I groaned and left the room to go to my own room and get ready. "Guys, I'm pregnant, not helpless!"

            "Yes, but it's also a high risk pregnancy with twins. I'm not comfortable with you being alone," Tom stated.

            "I don't really have any friends here, Tom. Who am I supposed to go with?"

            They were both quiet while they thought it over. Finally Tom chimes in with, "What about Susan? Her and Robert don't live that far away. I'm sure she'd be willing to go with you."

            "Susan? Susan Downey? I met her once!"

            Ben piped up and said, "You can go with Susan or you can go with me. Which will it be?"

            I groaned loudly and said, "Fine! Call her and see if she's available to go right now. I'm not willing to wait for another time."

            Tom dialed Robert's cell phone number and left the room after he answered. I stayed seated on the bed, sulking like a petulant child. They both did have a point, I just didn't want to admit it. Ben stayed in the doorway, leaning against it silently.

            Tom returned in a few minutes and said, "Susan would love to go with you and was actually planning to do some shopping this afternoon anyway. She said she'll be leaving her house soon and would come pick you up in about twenty minutes."

            "Bloody lovely," I replied with a scowl as I got up to grab my purse and go sulk in the living room. They were treating me like a child and it annoyed me.

            Ben joined me in the living room, sitting on the opposite end of the sofa. Neither of us spoke for several minutes. I finally asked, "So when are you moving out?"

            "I've actually decided not to for right now. We only have a couple more weeks until we wrap up for a couple of months and I'm going to England for a month after that. I decided I should probably just stay where I am for right now. I'll look for my own place when I get back from England."

            "I didn't know you were planning to return home. Are you going to be here when the babies are born?"

            "It was a last minute decision; I have a short project to do. You'll only be...thirty-two weeks at that point right? Unless you have those babies very early, I'll be here. I do want to be here when my daughters are born. I'm not completely heartless."

            "I didn't say that you are. So you're convinced they are yours?"

            "I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm convinced, but I definitely hope they are. I'm almost forty years old, so if I'm going to have children, now would be a good time. I'm still young enough to enjoy them."

            I said nothing in reply. It wasn't long until Susan arrived. She was thrilled to be going baby shopping; it was her favorite thing to shop for. She took me to her favorite mall downtown and we spent the next three hours shopping. I ended up with a lot of baby clothes, in various sizes so I wouldn't have to worry about rushing out to get new clothes when they began outgrowing sizes. Between two newborns and work, I was going to be busy. We even bought some onesies, shirts, and sleepers in preemie size because I was pretty sure they'd end up being born a little early and twins are usually small anyway. We went to a nearby restaurant after to have an early dinner before she took me back to the beach house.

            When we arrived, Tom came out to help carry in the bags while he thanked Susan for going with me. Susan hugged me and wished me well before leaving. I had Tom deliver the bags to the laundry room as I planned to wash all of it before the babies wore them. There was so much that I decided to just wash the preemie and newborn clothes first, so Tom ended up taking the rest to the bedroom and hanging them in the closet. Ben soon wandered in while I was snipping tags and tossing garments in the washing machine. He picked up one of the tiny preemie sized pink sleepers. "Wow! This is really small!"

            "It's a preemie size for tiny babies. I do expect them to born early, I just don't know how early."

            He put it down and picked up a pink and white shirt in newborn size. "I hope they aren't born too early. I mean, the later, the better, right?"

            "Yes the closer to forty weeks they are born, the healthier they will most likely be."

            I had just finished loading the washer and starting the cycle when I got hit with sharp pains in my pelvic area. I started rubbing my abdomen while I groaned in pain, turning away from him so I could leave the laundry room. Ben was immediately at my side asking what was wrong.

            "It's just some pains. I do have scar tissue in my uterus, so it's going to hurt when it's expanding. Sometimes the pains are quite sharp. I just need to go lie down."

            I made it as far as the kitchen island counter before I got slammed with another very sharp pain that made me groan. Ben stopped me and bent over to scoop me up in his arms and carry me to my room. He laid me on the bed and went to get a wash cloth that he wet with cool water. He returned and folded it to place on my forehead. I was curled up on my left side so it kept slipping. He finally removed it and sat next to me to wipe my face with it. I was hurting so much I had broken out in a sweat. He leaned over and turned on the fan that was perched on the corner of my dresser, next to the bed. After a few minutes he said, "Darling, are you sure you're going to be all right? You seem to be in a lot of pain to me."

            "I'll be fine Ben. It's not contractions; I do know the difference."

            "I'll have to take your word for it since I've never been a woman or pregnant. You know your body better than I do."

            A few more minutes passed while Ben sat there holding my hand and wiping my face. Finally I asked, "Where's Tom?"

            An annoyed look passed through his eyes and he took a deep breath before he replied, "He went out for a run on the beach. I am capable of sitting here with you while you endure the pain."

            I caressed his face gently with my free hand. "I didn't mean to imply that you are not. I think you forget that my heart belongs to you too. I just didn't want Tom getting upset because he doesn't know what's going on. If he's not here, then he can't complain."

            I slid my hand behind his neck and tugged gently to pull him forward. He resisted at first. "Please Ben?" I said softly.

            The look in his eyes softened and leaned down to kiss me gently on the lips. My lips parted and I began to kiss harder. At first he responded and I could feel a surge of passion and longing come through his kiss. He came to his senses and pulled away from me. He was breathing heavily. He got up from the bed and said, "Please, Clarice, don't make this harder for me."

            He then heard the French doors at the rear of the house open so he quickly composed himself and went to inform Tom of my pain. In mere seconds, Tom came rushing into the room and kneeled next to me in the floor. "Darling, are you all right?"

            "It's just some growth pains. My uterus is stretching through all the scar tissue and it hurts some. I'll be fine."

            He leaned over and kissed my cheek while he stroked my hair back from my face. As soon as he sat back I said, "Oh for the love of Loki, Tom! Go shower! You're a stinky, sweaty mess!"

            He laughed heartily and agreed to it on the condition that Ben would come back and sit with me. "Oh, Tom, I'm fine! It's barely even hurting now. I'm just going to lay here and rest; I may even doze off to sleep."

            "OK sweetheart. If you start hurting more or need anything, call for Ben please. Don't get up and try to do it yourself. We'll make sure the baby clothes get washed, dried and put away too. Don't worry about anything; just rest." He kissed me quickly again before going to take a shower.

            He no sooner left then Ben appeared in the doorway with a large glass of ice water. "I thought you could use a drink," He gestured with the glass.

            "Yes, I could. Thank you," I replied as I sat up.

            He entered the room and handed me the glass. I took a big drink and then sat it down on the table. I lay back down while he stood over me for a while gazing at me. I could see from his eyes that he still wanted me; he had intense desire burning within them. He sighed heavily and told me he would be in the living room if I needed him. I thanked him again as he left the room.

***********

            Those two weeks until we wrapped up our second season and Ben left for England just seemed to fly by so quickly. His flight was fairly early in the morning and Tom was driving him to the airport. I had one last chance before he was gone.

     I was resting in my bedroom with the door open so I could hear better. I could see through my eyelashes so I was aware when Ben went into the bathroom to shower. He still preferred that one to the tiny shower in the bathroom attached to his bedroom; he said it made him feel claustrophobic. I had discovered the lock on the door could easily be opened with a screwdriver which I happened to keep in my nightstand. I gave him a few minutes to be sure he was in the water. I got up and crept to the door. I knew Tom was on the deck relaxing with ear buds in listening to his iPod as he usually did after his evening run and shower. I listened at the door and heard the familiar sound of water flow being interrupted by a body. I twisted the knob slightly, discovering it was unlocked. I quickly stripped off my oversized t-shirt, threw it back on my bed, and snuck into the bathroom. He had his back to me and was standing under the large showerhead. I managed to quietly open the door and enter without disturbing him. I startled him when I ran my hands down his back.

   He turned around quickly and said "Clarice! What the devil are you doing!?"

   I gave him an innocent look. "I recall someone saying he had a fantasy about sex in the shower. I just thought since everyone else had their fantasies fulfilled you should too."

   " I'm not sure this is a good idea Clarice. "

  I just shrugged and kissed him. He didn't respond to the first one, but I persisted and he was soon returning my kiss. I felt him relax as he gave into desire. He turned me around and pinned me against the wall. He rubbed his erection against me as I raised my left leg to put it around his waist. He paused to say, "Just like our first time."

   I replied , "Just more gentle please."

   "Of course love...is this safe for the babies?"

   " The doctor didn't tell me no. "

    That was all he needed to hear before I felt him slide inside of me. We both moaned at that and he moved slowly and gently against me. It was the most beautiful and heartfelt lovemaking we'd ever done. It was over too soon as we were both terribly excited to join this way again. After he reached his release and gently pulled out of me, I began to cry. I couldn't hold back. It was so beautiful I cried against his chest. I was going to lose this and it broke my heart.

    He gently rubbed my back and softly said, "No my beautiful Clarice, don't cry. It's a short trip and I will return to you. I can't lose this beautiful love. Tom and I will just have to figure out how to share. Now let's get cleaned up and go cuddle."

   We both washed quickly and got out. Ben wrapped his towel around his waist and took mine to gently dry me off, kissing my swollen belly periodically. Once finished he led me to his room, and we climbed into his bed nude. I lay against his chest and began to nod off.

   At some point I heard a voice that reached through my sleep haze. "What in the hell is going on here!?"

   " Lower your voice Thomas! She's trying to sleep. What is going on is I will be staying around. I love her and there's just as much chance they're my children as yours. She loves and wants the both of us and it's past time we grow up and accept that. It's not a competition. We both won the big prize. "

  I felt the bed sink like someone sat down and heard Tom say quietly, "You're right. I've been childishly possessive. We'll just have to figure out how to accept this situation because she needs us both."

  I then felt warmth behind me and an arm slip around me. I fell asleep after that.

******
I was awake, but not out of bed yet. I sat on the bed and listened, hoping he would come to say good-bye like he promised he would. I soon heard a soft knock on the door and called to him to enter. He opened the door and walked in, closing it behind him. He smiled and sat on the bed next to me.

            "Well...I guess this is good-bye," he said.

            "Not for good, I hope."

            "I meant what I said last night Clarice. I'm coming back to you and I promise I will be here when the babies are born. If there's a chance you are going to have them before I return, please call me. A flight from London to here is almost eleven hours and that doesn't include any delays, so I'd appreciate knowing as early as possible."

            "I will let you know. I promise to do my best to hold onto them until you get back."

            He chuckled at that promise and leaned over to kiss my forehead. Before he could pull away from me, I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him on the lips. He responded to my kiss passionately. I stopped to catch my breath, but he grabbed me and kissed me  again. He only let me go once we were both sufficiently breathless. He then sat there with his forehead against mine, breathing hard, with his heart racing. "Clarice, we have to stop doing this. You have no idea what it does to me. I'll end up missing my flight."

            "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea what it does to you. I want to hear you say it Ben...admit it to me."

            "You know how I still feel about you. I shouldn't have to say it."

            "Please, Ben; I need to hear the words."

            He kissed me before saying, "I love you Clarice. I am coming back to you and the three of us will work through this."

            He kissed me one last time and then left. I heard the front door close then the sound of the car as Tom started the engine. A month wasn't long for my brain, but quite a long time for my heart.

Caught in the Middle: Tom and Ben Share

    I didn't wake up until nearly noon. I realized I was in Tom's bed and had a horrible taste in my mouth. I also realized I was completely naked. I staggered into his bathroom and drank a cup of water before I showered. I didn't keep any of my clothes in Tom's room. I decided to just wrap the towel around myself and head to my own room when I finished. I opened the door slowly, peeked out, and saw no one. Unfortunately I would have to walk right past the kitchen doorway so if the guys were in there, they'd see me. I was so embarrassed over the night before I just wanted to spend time alone.

     I took a deep breath and tried to just hurry through. I was nearly to my room when I heard Ben's voice "Good afternoon sexy Lady!"

     I stiffened up and replied, "Hello Man I don't wish to see today!"

   I quickly entered my room and closed the door. I hurried to put on a teal colored bikini while he was soon knocking at my door. "Come on Clarice you'll have to talk to me eventually! You can't avoid me all summer!"

    " Yes I can! "  I shouted back through the door.

   "Clarice let's be adult about this, open the door so we can talk like normal people. I know what happened was awkward..."

    I yanked open the door. "Awkward!? That was the most embarrassing thing I've ever done!"

    There was a gleam of humor in his eyes when he replied, "It wasn't entirely your fault. I should have been paying attention. I also shouldn't have given you so much wine to drink on an empty stomach. I swear to you I didn't mean to get you drunk and I didn't intend to take advantage of the situation. I was shocked when you started giving me a blow job. Pleased, but surprised."

    I sighed and said, "I'm sorry I puked all over you. Is there still a mess to clean up?"

    "No not at all. Tom sprayed it down just a little while ago. Now come eat some toast and drink a little water. That should let you know if you're stomach is up for more food."

   I grabbed my tank top mini dress and yanked it on over my bikini as I followed him to the kitchen. I sat down at the counter as Tom put a plate in front of me with freshly buttered warm toast. I took a bite as I accepted the small glass of ice water from Ben. Tom asked how I was feeling.

     "Physically ok, just a headache. Emotionally I'm still embarrassed."

    Tom caressed my cheek gently and said, "We understand darling. It happened, it's over, let's just move on. No one is angry."

    I just mumbled ok as I took another bite of toast. When I finished it I went to watch television to distract my mind. Both of the guys soon joined me, Tom sitting next to me on the couch and Ben lounging on the chair nearby. We spent the afternoon watching movies.

    It was well into our usual dinner time hour when we decided on salad. Ben and Tom got it started while I was supposed to chop veggies too. One carrot in, there was a ring at the doorbell. Ben told me keep chopping, he'll answer. I heard him ask if anyone in the house could sign for it. I then heard him grumbling about electronic signature devices then the door close. He returned with a thick envelope addressed to me. The return address was an attorney's office in Miami I vaguely recognized. I finished all of the vegetable chopping I needed to do so I said, "Just put it on the table for now. I want to finish making our salads and enjoy our dinner before I get into anything unpleasant."

 "Aren't you curious Clarice? " Ben questioned.

I sighed loudly as I replied, "I have a pretty good idea what it is. I'd just like some dinner right now I'm hungry."

   He shrugged and agreed as he served himself from the salad bowl. He grabbed a bottle of white wine left over from the night before and followed Tom and I outside. We ate in relative quiet with those two discussing future plans regarding movies and such.

   I had completely zoned out thinking about what I'd need to do next, when I suddenly realized someone was playing with my hair. I turned to my left and noticed Ben's arm was outstretched trying to remove hair that was blowing across my face. I turned to him which blocked the wind from my face. He smiled and said, "Better now?" He was still fingering a lock of hair.

   I don't know why but I suddenly felt myself blush. " I was so lost in thought I didn't notice. "

   "I'd ask a penny for your thoughts but they're far more valuable to me than that. Have I told you your hair color is beautiful? It's like amber in the sunshine. Blond, red, and brown all at once. I've never seen hair so beautiful."

    "No you haven't, but thank you." I kind of pulled away from him when I realized my dishes weren't on the table and Tom wasn't present.

    "You must have really been lost in thought. Tom and I took the dishes inside already and he's loading the washer. I came back out to check on you."

    "Oh I see. I was just thinking about where to go from here. I guess I should go open the envelope and get it over with."

    I rose to go inside and retrieve the envelope from the living room table. I brought it back to the kitchen island counter and ripped it open. I upended the envelope and grabbed the top letter. It just briefly told me what was in the envelope. Bizarre. I'm not a moron. The next thing that was underneath was the divorce degree officially ending our marriage. I'd been waiting for it for two years. I felt nothing but anger towards him now, yet it was still a bit painful.

   I threw the papers onto the counter and said, "Now it's official."

   Ben picked it up and said, "Ah I see," before passing it to Tom who is just raised his eyebrows and said "Oh."

  I let out a strangled laugh and said "Don't be so enthusiastic fellas! I might think it was more thrilling when I was technically still married."

    Tom was quick to say, "It's nothing like that darling...we just don't know what you need from us right now. Are you upset and need a shoulder to cry on...?"

   Ben chimed in and said, "or happy? Relieved? Full of regrets?"

  I laughed and said, "Oh I have plenty of regrets. Divorcing that ass isn't one of them. I think I just need the sea."

          I then turned and left the room, walking out to the rear balcony of the beach house. I leaned over the banister and stared out at the waves, watching the sun that was beginning to set. I loved watching the sun set over the ocean. It was so incredibly beautiful. I heard the French doors open and close. Soon there was someone standing next to me. I looked over and was surprised to see it was Ben; usually Tom was the one who dealt with my morose behavior. He was far better at it. Finally he said, "Do you want to talk about it?"

   "What's there to talk about?"

 "How long were you married? Tom told me your son's Tenth birthday is tomorrow. Were you married all of that time?"

  I sighed. It was obvious he wasn't going away until I answered. "Longer actually. I was twenty-two. Young and believed I'd found 'the one' without much looking. I actually had a few miscarriages before we conceived Jack. It was such a difficult pregnancy on my body that I shouldn't try again. I supposedly can't.  After all I have done and sacrificed for that son-of-a-bitch, he was the one who filed for divorce. He would not be nearly as successful if it weren't for me and the people I'd gone to school with.  He left me for a twenty-two year old, stick figured, blond from the office. Yes I know, cliché as hell but it does happen. I hope that little cunt gives him a STD that makes his cock fall off."

      He laughed. "It's nice to know you're not just nasty to me. It really is quite reassuring."

    "I'm sorry Ben. I don't mean to be such a bitch..."

    "It's just your nature. Don't apologize when you don't mean it dear. It's quite irritating. So what other regrets were you talking about? Clearly marrying was the biggest one."

     "Ah, nothing quite that big.  I regret not sticking with the drama training when I was younger, but apparently I'm pretty good at it anyway. I really regret not joining the chamber choir in high school. Our director was a total bitchy PMS Queen, but she was damned good at what she did and she thought I had real potential."

    He chuckled. "So you had a bitch queen mentor? Interesting. Do go on darling."

     I laughed then. "Chamber and show choir required auditions, which we did after she showed us the video from that year's Solo and Ensemble Competition. I was so utterly intimidated by those girls. I had a complete emotional fifteen-year-old reaction to it, instead of thinking of it logically. It did not occur to me that these girls were second year chamber choir members and had been taught to sing that way. It did not occur to me that I could be taught to sing that way. I didn't even realize that I was good. Shit, who am I kidding? I was fucking awesome! I had a high soprano to make a vocal instructor proud and an audience cry. Not from pain though, so no snide remarks from you mister!"

   I paused while he was laughing, "I wasn't going to say a word! I swear! Go on with your story, I want to hear the end. What happened when you auditioned? What did you sing?"

    "I sang Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again from Phantom of the Opera. Probably not my best choice, but I was obsessed with Andrew Lloyd Webber. There was no one to sing Phantom of the Opera with me which was my favorite.  We had to sing the scales first of course. In the end, I remember it so vividly, she stared at me for a few moments. I had that scared teenager panicky feeling of, 'Oh god was it that bad?' She finally said, 'please join the chamber choir.' I'm thinking 'I could not have heard that. Did she just ask me?' Then she says, 'you have perfect pitch, you hit every single note with no effort and held it as long as required; you have so much potential to work with.' I was so freaking scared that I told her I'd have to think about it. In the end, my shyness won and I didn't do it. I've regretted it. It took a few years, but I totally regret it. I wonder all the time what I would sound like now if I'd had better formal training during my teenage years."

   We were both quiet for a bit. "Sing to me," he suddenly said.

   "What? Are you nuts? I haven't warmed up or anything."

   "Then sing along to a couple of easy songs on your iPod to warm up. Then we'll sing Phantom of the Opera together."

   "Oh Ben, that's just silly. My voice isn't what it used to be. It's more of alto to mezzo-soprano now. I've had a lot more sinus and throat issues since I was fifteen."

  "I don't care. I want to hear you sing. Now hop to it," he smacked me on the ass as he sat on a lounge chair.

    I always had my iPod on me if I wasn't on set; in character or playing director's assistant. I searched through a list of songs I could sing along to that were easy. I picked Hotel California and started singing. He started singing along with me. When it ended, I switched to Phantom of the Opera. I hesitated before pressing play.

     "Serenade me beautiful woman!" He shouted.

    I giggled and started the song. I turned away from him and gazed back at the ocean. After the intro, I began to sing. He came in right on time even without the benefit of the music. I kept my back to him and stared out at the sea. At the end of the song, he said, "You have a beautiful voice. You are way too harsh on yourself."

      I didn't reply. The next song that began was Danny Boy, so I began to sing. I finally turned to face him halfway through the song. He took my hands as I sang with my eyes closed, concentrating on hitting all of the notes. Once the song finished, I opened my eyes. He actually had tears in his eyes. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard."

     I was a bit overwhelmed by the sincerity of his compliment and felt myself blushing fiercely. He stopped the music on my iPod and took it from me. He put it down on the table and then grabbed me around the waist and pulled me onto his lap gently. It was the first time he'd ever been gentle with me. The one time we'd had sex, it was fierce and rough.

      He kissed my lips gently. I turned into him and kissed him back. I felt his lips part; mine did the same and our kiss became more passionate. He lay back in the lounge chair and I moved with him to straddle him and keep kissing. He paused to take my short sleeveless dress off. "You and those bikinis. I love these things."

     He reached behind me to unhook the top, which promptly released my full breasts. He wasted no time bringing his mouth to them to play around. In between kisses and sucking he said, "Tom said you had great tits. He was not making it up."

        As if on cue, the French doors opened and Tom walked out. Ben didn't stop playing with my boobs. Tom sat in a lounge chair across from us and watched briefly before saying, "Hey, what's with fondling my woman?"

      Ben sat up and said, "You offered to share."

   "You turned me down too. You said it wasn't a good idea."

     "I changed my mind," he replied before going back to my boobs.

    He then began trying to tug down my bikini bottoms. I stood up quickly to yank them off.  While I did that, he unfastened his own shorts and pulled them off. I straddled him and yanked off his shirt. He penetrated me slowly. I moaned loudly as I began riding him.

      It was a private beach residence so we didn't have to worry about anyone seeing us. Tom moved to sit in the lounge chair next to us while he watched. It wasn't long before he was completely naked too. He stood next to me while I rode Ben's big hard cock, stroking my hair and watching my tits bounce. I finally turned to him and began to suck his big cock.  "Be careful not to puke on me like you did poor Ben."

    I gave him a little bite to reprimand him. He was soon moaning. I had to stop when Ben came close to his climax because he was fucking me so hard and fast. I had an intense series of orgasms just as he came and groaned loudly.

    Tom then literally grabbed me off of Ben and pulled me to the other lounge chair. He sat down and positioned me on his lap, facing Ben, and said, "Now it's my turn."

     We kissed hungrily as he slid that huge cock of his into my dripping wet pussy. Ben laid there and watched as I rode Tom. Tom was not being at all slow and gentle. It was fast and furious, making us both come hard within minutes. He kissed me lustfully again before I moved. Ben leaned over and kissed me again too. I was finally allowed to get up. My legs were shaking so bad, I couldn't walk. Tom laughed and moved so I could sit down.

     "Well Ben, we apparently did a really good job. Our little lady can't walk."

    "That's how it's supposed to be," Ben said with a low sexy chuckle.

     They both put their shorts back on. Ben then scooped me up and carried me inside to the bedroom. He placed me on the bed and said, "Rest some sweetie. I have plans for you later."

     Tom laughed from the doorway and said, "You aren't the only one. I say next time, you get the back door and I'll take the front and we'll really make her scream."

     Ben laughed. "Now there's a very good naughty idea."

      "Now boys, don't tease me unless you intend to please me."

      "I think we did a good job with that already," Tom replied.

      "Besides, we do intend to please you, my Dear. Repeatedly,"  Ben added.

      They then left the room while I rested for a while.

Caught in the Middle: Tom and Ben Round Two

Caught in the Middle: Beach House

Two weeks later we were all moved into the beach house. It was one story with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It had a large rear balcony with stairs that lead down to the beach. The house looked two story from the rear but the space underneath was open except for a storage room. I was surprised to see it was fully furnished with the exception of linens and dishes. It had a tropical beach house look which was appropriate. The main living quarters were white, but each bedroom had a different color. Tom insisted Ben and I take the bedrooms that shared a bath. He said it would trigger more interaction between us. He took the bedroom with an ensuite bath. Of course.

I settled into the first bedroom on the left. It had coral colored walls and furniture with a bamboo look. Directly across the hall was the bathroom with just a sink, toilet, and  generous sized shower stall and wall covering that looked like giant leaves with yellow and orange hibiscus flowers. As I stared at it, not sure what to think, a voice behind me said, "Well...that's...uh...an interesting look for walls I guess."

 I snorted and replied, "Diplomatic answer. I'm going to feel like I'm showering in the jungle!" 

 Ben just replied, "I think that shower head is appropriate for it. It's huge and in the middle of the ceiling." 

 I walked further into the room to examine the shower. "I think it's one of those rain fall shower heads. It has massaging units in the walls!" 

 I turned around and nearly smacked into Ben as he was so close. I felt his warm breath on my forehead as he softly said, "It's big enough for two."

I could feel my heart hammering away as my body grew warm. I looked up into his eyes and couldn't mistake the desire I saw there. I impulsively put my hand on his chest and felt his racing heart. He leaned down and softly said "Clarice..." before he could bring his lips to mine I heard Tom shout "Hey where are you guys?"

 I jerked away from Ben quickly and rushed out the door towards the living room. I thought I heard him swear behind me. I called out "Just checking out the bathroom! It's funky looking but the shower looks fantastic. Massage jets in the walls!" 

 Tom raised an eyebrow when he saw Ben right behind me. "Have you been behaving yourself?" 

 Ben smirked and said "Define behaving." 

 Tom rolled his eyes and replied, "I mean arguing with Claire."

 Ben looked offended and said, "Does she seem upset to you?" 

 Tom then looked closely at me. I hoped the flushing had reduced. He said, "She looks a little flushed. Did he get nasty with you Claire?" 

 "No nothing like that. We were laughing and making jokes over the jungle themed bathroom." 

 He looked suspiciously between us and then said, "Ok. Well we're going to need bedding, towels, and dishes. Food too. We passed a mall not far from here and there's a grocery store across the street from it."

 I said "Yeah sure, just let me grab my purse and I'm ready." Ben stepped out of my way as I hurried back to my new bedroom.

I heard Ben say "Look I don't even care what you two pick out. Just grab a plain white bed set for me and that'll be fine. Blue works too. I have other stuff to do." 

 I just returned when Tom said "You could at least do the grocery shopping. You're the vegetarian and picky."

Ben sighed and said "Fine I'll get food and you two pick out household stuff." He huffed out of the room and through the kitchen to the garage. I soon heard him drive away.

Tom and I soon followed and went to the mall. 
             *********

Time passed and we were on the verge of wrapping up the season. Ben still picked at me but it was less angry and more playful. Bitch went from an insult to a term of endearment; I didn't quite get that one either. I began to refer to him as "Tom's Pet" just to get a rise out of him. He'd smirk and tell me he'd rather be mine with a wink. After just a couple of days at the beach house I had hired someone for private surfing lessons that would be able to work around our schedule until we were done. Ben would sit on the balcony or shore and tease me afterwards, but always had a compliment for my bikini.

The day after we finished I had planned to head back to Miami for a week to visit my son. My flight was early the next morning and I was already packed. I got a big envelope in the mail. I was surprised the return address was my still-waiting-to-be-ex husband. I opened the envelope on the couch in the living room. Ben was close by as usual and asked what it was. I shrugged and dumped the contents onto the table. "Oh it's photos!" I exclaimed. 

My ex finally got off his lazy ass and sent me school photos and holiday photos. There was also a letter that tumbled into the floor. Ben picked it up and I snatched it from him saying, "Hey Been-A-Dick! That's private!" 

 He snorted and said "You haven't called me that in quite a while. I was just picking it up. No need to get your knickers in a twist." 

 I stuck my tongue out at him and said, "I'm not wearing any!"

I caught his raised eyebrows as I opened the letter and began reading. I let out a string of obscenities as I threw the letter on the table. Ben had picked up some of the photos and was browsing through them. He casually replied "My such language from the lady! Whatever could've provoked a foul mouthed reaction?" 

 I literally snarled at him and said "I'm not in the mood for your bullshit Been-A-Dick!" 

He looked up from the photos, saw my face, and said, "Seriously Clarice, what's wrong? " 

I was fighting not to cry in front of him. "It's my son. I was going home tomorrow so I could be in time for his birthday and spend a week with him. I already told jerk off my plans so he fucking knew! But he did it anyway! We're not officially divorced yet so there's no custody agreement. He can do whatever the hell he wants and I can't do a thing!" 

 "Do what Hon? What did he do Claire?" 

 "He's taking Jack to upstate New York to the lake house his parents own. He's bringing that little tramp and Jack's best friend. According to the letter their flight left this morning. They'll be there for the entire month." 

 Ben moved to put his arms around me. I wanted his arms around me, but not for something like this. I jumped up and retreated to my bedroom so I could quietly cry alone.

    It wasn't even five minutes later that there was a knock on my door. "Go away Ben!" I shouted in response. 

 "It's Tom darling. Can we talk?" I heard through the door. 

I groaned loudly but agreed. He came in with a box of tissues in his hand. I took them and tried to clean up a bit while I spewed out the whole story of why I was upset. He hugged me and said, "I know you were looking forward to the visit darling. Maybe I can find a way to cheer you up a bit. I know it's upsetting but like you said until he signs the papers there's nothing you can do about custody." 

 I didn't realize the door had opened and Ben was standing in the doorway. "Oh Thomas she doesn't need cheerful. She needs to get drunk. Now cancel your flight and join me in the kitchen. I'm not allowing you to drink alone."

 I let out a snort laugh and said "Well I do need to cancel stuff. A drink sounds good right now."

They left the room as I picked up the phone to call the airline. I needed to cancel hotel reservations too. The ass wouldn't even let me stay in the guest cottage when I visited for holidays. I bought the damned house! 

    I quickly got everything cancelled and was walking towards the kitchen when I heard Ben speaking to Tom. "Don't we have anything harder than wine?"

   Tom replied, "No I didn't know we required whiskey so I've only bought wine." 

    " I guess it'll do. So what happened between her and her husband? " 

    I stopped short of the doorway and pressed against the wall so I could hear how Tom would respond. He said, "I don't really know any details other than he dumped her for a younger woman like two years ago. She doesn't like to talk about it." 

    "Dumped her? Some man was stupid enough to dump that beautiful and talented woman? He doesn't sound worthy of a tear shed." 

 Tom responded, "You think she's beautiful?" 

 " Of course I do! I told you that weeks ago after I first saw her in a bikini. Voluptuous and beautiful. Then I called you a lucky bastard. Do you honestly think I can't hear her moaning and crying out your name from across the house?" 

Tom laughed slightly and said, "Well if you're really that interested, maybe we should share a little. You got a taste of that. Don't you want more?" 

 I bit my lip to keep from saying anything. I heard Ben's reply, "I don't think I want to go there. It never ends well. Women always want to choose and can't settle for both." 

 "Well the offer is there if you change your mind. She's not exactly looking for another husband." 

 I chose that point to make my entrance. "Sorry I took so long. I was on hold for a bit. So where's my drink?"

 Ben turned the bottles toward me. "Sorry love we only have wine. Pink or white?" 

 I shrugged and said "It's not non-alcoholic wine. Both are good!" 

 Ben grinned and said, "That's my girl! Grab our glasses and follow me." 

 I picked up two wine glasses and followed him out to the balcony. Tom picked up another and followed us. There was a table with an umbrella and four chairs on the left and a trio of lounge chairs currently on the right. Ben went to the table and sat down the wine bottles asking me which I wanted first. I chose pink as I sat down the glasses. He poured us all a glass and I went to a lounge chair. It was getting close to sunset. We were quiet at first, but Tom and Ben started talking about my books and asking me questions about what was going to be in the script for the next season.

By glass four the sun was nearly gone and so was I. I had moved to the table and was sitting in a chair between them. Suddenly I said, "Ya know what? He can go to hell! I might be thirty-four but I'm sexier than that little bimbo he went chasing. What do you fellas think? Am I sexy?" 

 Tom snorted and said, "That goes without saying!" 

 Ben stared at me for a moment and said, "You're thirty-four? Really? I thought I was chasing younger pussy than that!"

I popped out laughing and Tom reprimanded Ben for being vulgar. He just winked at me. He then turned the conversation to sexual fantasies and told me something erotic he'd like to do then asked me about my fantasies. I took a big gulp of wine and to my own surprise I said "You two. Together. At the same time." 

 Ben grinned and took a gulp of his wine. Tom blurted out, "I want to watch. I want to watch you two fuck." 

 We both turned to him and I shrugged and said "I'm game!" 

 Ben just stared at me for a moment. Then he downed the rest of his wine and said, "Are you sure Clarice? You seem a little drunk. I don't want you to be angry at me in the morning when you're sober and remember." 

 I stood up and pulled up the hem of my short dress, yanking it over my head. I was in fact completely naked under it. "Oh I'm not so drunk Benny. I won't regret a thing. Will you?" 

 I didn't even give him a chance to reply before I crushed my lips down onto his. He quickly began kissing back. I felt his hands on my butt pulling me closer. I moved my lips from his and kissed my way south. I was soon tonguing one of his nipples while fumbling to unbutton his shorts. He carefully pushed me back and stood to just pull them down. He moved to a lounge chair and beckoned me to follow him. I did so and kneeled down next to him. I ran my tongue over his erection before I slipped my mouth onto it and took it all the way in. I felt Tom's hands rubbing my ass. I stroked Ben's cock in that manner a few times, encouraged by his moans. I'd just pulled up to swirl my tongue around the tip when I felt his hands on the back of my head urging me back down. He must have been close to orgasm as he started to fuck my mouth. I slapped my hands on his hips to pull away while I pushed him down, but I wasn't fast enough so he hit my gag reflex. I couldn't stop myself. I threw up all over his cock and pelvis. I heard a startled yelp and felt hands pulling me up. I managed to move away from him before I puked all over the wooden floor again.

I heard a voice ask if I was ok. I sat back on my shins, mumbled an apology then leaned over and puked a third time. I vaguely heard a voice say "Too much wine on an empty stomach. Take her to your bathroom and get her cleaned up. I'll go shower." 

 I felt hands around my waist hoisting me to my feet then slip under my legs and behind my back before lifting me up. I vaguely recall being carried into Tom's bedroom and lying on the bed while a warm wet cloth was run over my face and chest. I either passed out or fell asleep after that.

Caught in the Middle: Tom and Ben Share RPFF