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. 
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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