“In that case you certainly need to go and we’d love to educate you.”

When Ross said “educate” he laid so much meaning on it Bron’s belly clenched harder and her breasts ached with the need to be touched. Holy fuck. They were practically making love to her right now without touching her apart from a few fingers and toes. My God. I’ll explode with need in a minute! “I’d like that,” she managed to reply.

Chapter Two

Ross was dressed ready and waiting. As always Jake was still standing naked in front of the closet trying to decide what to wear. Ross admired Jake’s naked body. The man was built, there was no denying it. His shoulders were broad and tapered to a neat waist and narrow hips. His legs were long and straight, with muscular thighs from playing soccer and from working construction with his dad.

Jake’s dad owned Williams Construction. It wasn’t a large company, but it was well managed and there was always plenty to do. Often they picked up smaller jobs the big companies didn’t want, and that suited both Ross and Jake. They’d go to a house, rip out old lumber, and replace it with new wood. They’d have it painted and finished within two or three days. Kitchens, bathrooms, window frames, that kind of job. In, out, and done.

“Wear the dark blue shirt. It looks good with your eyes and won’t clash with the burgundy one I’m wearing,” Ross said.

“With my navy pants or with jeans?”

“Your good jeans. Then we’ll match.”

Jake turned around and looked at Ross. Ross smiled at him. He loved Jake so much. He needed a kick in the ass to get him moving at times, but Ross even loved that side of him.

“But you’re wearing black—oh, they’re black jeans. Okay.”

“Exactly, now get dressed. We have a woman to meet, to date, and to fuck tonight.”

Jake turned around again, his shirt half on. “Do you think she’ll let us fuck her already? On the first date?”

“Of course she will if we do it right. Besides, she’s just what we both like. Her body’s rich with curves in all the right places, and she’s fit enough to let us both fuck her. I like her. She’s different.”

Jake was hauling on underwear now, but he stopped again and smiled. “Yes. I liked that she’s different, too. Telling us about bakers, and Google, and stuff instead of jabbering about shoes or some useless shit.”

“That’s why you need to hurry up and get dressed. We don’t want to keep her waiting.”

***

Jake Williams loved Ross Michaelson. He’d scrawled that in his notebooks in high school and eight years later nothing had changed. Back then they’d fucked girls singly and together, but they’d mostly fucked each other.

However, as they’d gotten older they’d also developed a taste for combining their lovemaking with both of them fucking the same woman. Sometimes the woman would agree to double penetration and that was the best sex ever. Sometimes she wouldn’t permit it and one of them would fuck her while she gave the other one a blow job. That was good, but not as good as one of them in her cunt and the other in her ass simultaneously.

But somehow Bronwyn was different. He wanted to get into her pants. That was a given. But he liked her quirky chatter and sense of independence as well. She’d surprised him with her answers and she truly intrigued him. He wanted to know a lot more about her. He wanted to talk to her as well as fuck her. Meanwhile the Japanese steakhouse was always a lot of fun. Since she hadn’t been there before, it’d be great to see her reactions to the chef as well as to the food.

Jake had been looking forward to seeing inside her apartment and learning more about what kind of a person she was, but she was waiting out front and hopped nimbly into his car as he pulled to a stop. He hoped that meant she was looking forward to being with him and Ross, not just that she was hungry. He was still a little disappointed at not being invited into her home.

While the chef was performing his magic with the food, Jake watched Bronwyn. He loved how her eyes widened and sparkled as the chef juggled three sharp meat cleavers, chopped vegetables so fast his fingers were just a blur, and flipped shrimp onto their plates of beef and noodles.

Jake grinned as her eyes widened like a little child’s when the chef tossed an egg into the air and split it with a spatula so it fell perfectly into the pan. He’d seen other chefs do that before, but it was a neat trick.

“Are you going home to practice splitting eggs?” he asked her.

“Hell no. Likely I’d spend the next week scrubbing egg off my floor and walls!”

Jake couldn’t help laughing and Ross was too. He knew Ross was as excited by being with Bronwyn as he was. They thought alike on so many things, although they disagreed at times too. But they both wanted this woman. She entranced them, not only with her voluptuous body just begging for their dicks, but with her keen interest in what was happening around them.

As they ate they talked about all sorts of things, but when there was a break in the conversation, Jake asked her, “What made you decide to work as a teacher’s aide?

She looked serious then said, “It was a whole passel of things really. First, I like kids. They have such a fresh view of the world. They aren’t weighed down with tradition and worries about what the neighbors might think. Second, it was something I could do. No matter what the subject is called, whether it’s geography, or politics, or history, or economics, or anything else, in elementary school answering questions and completing work pretty much comes down to reading and writing. Literacy and numeracy. I may not know anything much about history or geography but I have reading, writing, and math nailed. And third, the long summer vacation meant I could keep working on my degree, even if it was slowly. Or that was the theory anyway. It didn’t work out too well this year though.”

“How much longer have you got to go before you graduate?” asked Ross.

“Six more subjects after the summer one. Less than a year if I was .full-time, but likely two and a half at the speed I’m working through the courses.”

“There’s no chance you could go full-time for a year?” asked Jake.