When Marianne meets Ben, she falls for his flirty personality, but before she can get to know him better, he pulls the old bait and switch routine. He's gay, but he has this hot friend he knows she'd really like to meet. Turns out he's right -- Johnny is hot, and within a few months, Marianne's in a happy relationship with the guy of her dreams.
But Ben and Johnny are best friends, and everything they do is done together -- including dates. Before long, Marianne feels like she's seeing both men, even though she's only sleeping with Johnny. Still, she wouldn't turn down the opportunity to welcome Ben into their bedroom, and she's often wondered what it is exactly the two guys get up to when she isn't around.
She finds out when she comes home late from a business trip and catches Johnny and Ben with their pants down in the basement, watching porn. She overhears Ben ask if Johnny will ever get up the courage to ask her about having a threesome -- Ben and Johnny used to be lovers as well as friends, and Ben misses that. But Johnny's afraid of scaring her away.
Looks like Marianne's going to have to take matters into her own hands.
Marianne asked Ben, "Can I help you with something else?"
"Let's get back to where you said I was hot," Ben joked.
Marianne laughed. "No, I didn't mean ... I'm not saying you're not, but ... I don't --"
He smiled down at her, obviously enjoying her discomfort as she stuttered through a reply. Finally he covered her hand with one of his, and the feel of his warm skin on hers really did make her panties wet, just a little bit. "It's okay, I'm only teasing," he assured her. "I don't want to ruin your day or anything, but I like guys."
"Oh." The word came out in a little bubble of disappointment, oh. Of course he would be gay. All the sexy ones were.
Ben squeezed her hand. "But my best friend is straight and single, and if you think I'm hot, then, sister, he's off the chart. I'm telling you, and you can believe me, because I know hot when I see it. He works with me, so he has a good job, steady income, and he's an all-around great guy. I think you two would hit it off."
Gently, Marianne pulled her hand out from under Ben's. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm not really interested."
Ben gave her a knowing wink. "Well, I'll tell you what. I'll send him by to pick up the car when it's ready, and you can see for yourself if I'm right."
* * * *
Turned out he was right. Johnny was Captain America to Ben's Iron Man -- tall and lithe, well-toned, handsome. Twinkling baby blue eyes that seemed almost depthless at times and careless blond hair that wouldn't have looked out of place on a surfer. God, and his smile! If Ben's was devilish then Johnny's was the other side of the coin, innocent and angelic, complete with a dimple in his left cheek that she just wanted to poke with her fingertip every time she saw it. A grin like that guaranteed him a free ride through life. She couldn't stay mad at him for long, no matter what he might do, and damned if he didn't know it.
In the six months since they started dating, Marianne was already dangerously close to falling head over heels in love with Johnny. And, if she were being completely honest, with Ben, too. Because with one came the other. She learned early on the difference between going "on a date," which meant just the two of them, and "going out," which meant Ben would tag along. Funnily enough, she never felt like a third wheel when it was the three of them -- Johnny still treated her the same way he did when Ben wasn't around, but he didn't limit his flirting with only her. And Ben flirted with both Marianne and Johnny. Evenings with both men made her feel sexy and special and loved, and many times she hated having to say goodbye to Ben at the door.
Did that make her a wanton woman, wanting to invite him in after the evening ended? Not instead of Johnny, but with him. Who said what the three of them had together couldn't carry over into the bedroom?
But she wasn't the type to suggest such a thing, and Ben had told her often enough that he liked guys. He was a natural flirt, and she tried not to take his attentions seriously. Many evenings when they were out, he would flirt with everyone, no exceptions -- Johnny and herself, of course, but also the guy taking tickets at the movie theater, the waitress serving them dinner, the kid playing an overturned paint can like a bongo drum on the street corner ... everyone. Ben was just that type of guy. And if he were straight, Marianne knew she would choose him over Johnny in a second.
But Johnny, God. That smile, those eyes, that hair! And his taut ass, his flat stomach, his thick cock. Just thinking of him between her thighs made her pussy ache. If only there were a way to have both men at once. Don't be greedy, girl, she warned herself as she made the turn onto her darkened street. You're lucky you have the one. Let Ben find the right guy and all of you can be happy.
Still, what would it be like to have both of them all to herself? The thought warmed her up from the inside out.
