Page 3 of Summer Job, Summer Love

“Hell no. I have this bad habit called eating. And I like having a roof over my head as well.”

He laughed at the funny face she pulled but wondered why her family wasn’t able to help her. Were her folks dead or something? Although they’d have died very young. She only appeared to be their age, twenty-four maybe. Old to still be in school but that meant parents possibly around fifty. Young to die. Oh well. Likely it was none of his business anyway. His real business was romancing her right into his and Ross’s bed. That’s what he should be working on.

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Bron was trying really hard to be sensible. Logic told her that two such incredibly handsome men couldn’t really be interested in her. It was almost unbelievable that they’d even asked her out to dinner. Anything more was completely impossible, way out in the realms of fantasy. It was strange that both of them were with just her. That they hadn’t suggested she bring a friend. But the more she thought about it, the more she wondered if they were gay and were just being nice to her. They worked together, knew all about each other, and seemed very close. Best friends certainly.

When she saw the look in their eyes as they stared at each other she understood at last. She was certain they were lovers as well as friends. So likely they were just being kind to the lonely fat chick at the swimming pool. And she was grateful, truly she was. It was just terribly hard not to want more from them. Not to picture their mouths on hers, their hands on her breasts, their cocks in her—

Yes, well, she’d better stop that line of thought before her panties were so wet she ended up with a damp patch on her only really pretty dress. But, God, it was difficult. They were so attentive and caring. They talked with her and to her, not to each other and ignoring her. She was included in everything. No matter how much they were in love with each other it didn’t at all feel like she was an extra person, a spare wheel, imposing on them. They involved her in their conversation as if she was special and belonged with them. It was a beautiful feeling.

Bron was no blushing virgin, but she wasn’t promiscuous either. She’d only ever had one boyfriend at a time, and there’d always been a space between when one relationship ended and the next began. A long space at present. It’d been six months since Blake had told her she was too much of a nerd for him. He wanted someone more fun to be with. And he’d gone off with a skinny redhead named Giselle who wouldn’t know what a Fibonacci number was if it was on her lottery ticket. Well thirteen was a Fibonacci number, there were thirteen people in the life guard class, and Bron sure as hell hoped it was lucky for her. Even though logic and sanity told her tonight was all she’d ever have with these men.

When she put down her coffee cup, Jacob took one of her hands in his, and Ross the other one. Ross threaded his fingers between hers and Jacob lightly stroked her palm with his thumb. The sensuality of their touch mesmerized her so much it took a few moments before she realized they were talking to her.

“We’d like you to come home with us tonight,” said Ross.

“We’re enjoyed your company so much we don’t want the evening to end yet.” Jacob teased the inside of her wrist.

“Say you’ll come with us?”

She’d just gotten through thinking she’d probably only ever have tonight with them. It was crazy to go home with them. Likely they’d end up in bed. But suddenly she didn’t care. She wanted that. God, she’d desired them since the moment they’d spoken to her. It was a big class. There were plenty of other people she could work with when they needed to break into pairs or threes if tonight ended up as an embarrassing mistake and she couldn’t face them next week. Whereas her chance of having sex with anyone as sweet as these two men ever again was right around zero. It was tonight or never.

“All right. I’ll come home with you.”

Too bad if she was making the wrong decision. She wanted them, needed them, and was looking forward to going to bed with them even if they thought she was fat when they saw her naked. The huge beaming smiles on their faces when she said yes were worth it.

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Ross was as excited as if he’d scored a goal on the soccer pitch. He and Jake had raced around their apartment this afternoon, cleaning the bathroom, putting fresh sheets on the bed, and tidying the kitchen. They were both reasonably house-broken, but Ross knew women tended to have higher standards and expectations than men, and there was no way he wanted Bronwyn to take one look at their apartment and change her mind. That was if she said yes when they asked her to come home with them. And she had agreed to come. He hadn’t even had to bring out Plan B, which was kissing her until she couldn’t breathe in the parking lot.

He wished he could sit in the backseat with her and slide his hand up her thigh under that slinky green dress. It hugged her breasts and hips to perfection, and his dick had been harder than a spike as he’d looked at her all through dinner. But he was driving, and she sat demurely in the passenger seat, with Jake alone in the back.

At least it wouldn’t take too long for them to arrive home. He and Jake had deliberately chosen an apartment close to the heart of town because of working all over the city wherever the next job took them. Having their apartment located centrally cut their commute by a hell of a lot of hours a month.

“We’re on the fifth floor,” said Jake, leading Bronwyn to the elevator. “It means we have a view out over the local houses, but it’s not too far to walk if the elevator ever breaks down. The view on the tenth floor is better, but it’d be a damn long climb after coming home from work.”

“Does the elevator go out often?”

“Not yet, but in our old apartment block it was out for a week once. I was really glad we lived on the second floor back then.”

“I certainly wouldn’t be buying any heavy groceries until the elevator was fixed. And I suppose the pizza boy would expect a huge tip if you made him deliver to the top floor,” she said.

They were laughing as they entered the apartment. Ross went ahead of her, opening the door. He then turned to watch her face as she followed him in. She was still smiling and seemed happy even when Jake shut the door with a bang behind them.

He stepped forward to be within touching distance of her and Jake closed in behind her. “May we kiss you?” he asked.

“I was really hoping you would.”

He took her into his arms, and, as Jake pressed against her back, Ross wrapped his arms around Jake’s shoulders, enclosing her tightly between them. Jake did the same thing with his arms around both their waists.

Ross ground his hot, aching dick into her belly, and she wiggled against him, deliberately arousing him. Her head tipped back against Jake’s shoulder as she watched Ross’s face.

“Tease.” He whispered the word, then drove his tongue into her mouth. He needed to claim her, possess her, and demonstrate to her she that she belonged to them now. Her hands smoothed up and down along his sides as he fucked her mouth as fast and hard as he could.

Jake let go of Ross’s waist and his hands pushed between Bronwyn’s body and Ross’s until he cupped her breasts, and pinched her nipples.

When they finally pulled apart to draw breath, Bronwyn giggled a little. “I guess that’s a special benefit of kissing a swimmer. They can go a long time before coming up for air.”

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