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