STORY EXCERPT

“It’s a damn good thing I’m not too tall,” Kendra McIntyre muttered softly to herself as she untangled her body from the sleeping bag on the backseat of her old car. She peeked out the rear window through one bleary eye, pleased to see no people around but quite a few cars scattered about the cinema parking lot.

She sat up, slipping her shoes on, then brushed her hair and tied it up in a ponytail. Now to find a place where she could shower and change her underwear. The first three days after she’d been thrown out of her apartment because her roommate wanted her boyfriend to move in, Kendra had used a free trial gym membership pass. That was awesome because not only did she get to try out all the equipment, and use their showers, but also if she went early enough in the morning, she got a free breakfast as well.

The next two days she’d visited various malls, but washing there was problematic as there were too many people and no shower stalls. She’d ended up filling her water bottle with hot water, stealing the soap from the sink, and trying to wash in a toilet stall. Today she planned to try out the local swimming pool. For a start, it opened at six a.m., so she figured she could spend plenty of time in the showers and wash her hair as well.

Her car was almost out of gas, and her bank account was almost empty, but she’d have to put ten dollars of fuel in her car if she was to continue job hunting. The problem was everyone wanted fifteen-year-olds to do the type of jobs she was looking for—retail and hospitality. She still had two more funeral homes to apply to for a job as a professional mourner though. She was positive that being in her midtwenties would be better than being a teenager for those positions. Besides, funerals almost always had coffee and something to eat after them, and her food budget was even lower on her priority list than her gas budget.

Her panties and bra were still a little damp. She’d washed them out the night before and laid them on a towel on the dashboard of her car, but they weren’t dry enough to wear. Still, she couldn’t leave them there in daylight. Hopefully, there’d be hot air blowers at the swimming pool and she could finish drying them then.

She set her cell phone to recharge as soon as she turned her car engine on. Every time she saw an electrical outlet, she plugged her cell phone in, but it was never long enough to recharge it fully. However, it still had two bars, so it should last long enough to answer a call about a job. If she was offered one. Certainly she wouldn’t be using it to call anyone herself. There was no budget for that.

Damn it, she needed a job right now. Then she could get an apartment. Then, possibly even a life. She grinned at herself. Yeah, sure. Men would fall all over themselves to date her. Like hell they would. She was at least ten pounds overweight, her hips needed trimming, and so did her hair. She sighed. No budget for a hairstylist either.

But being ordinary had worked for a long time in her last job. She’d been a mystery shopper for almost a year. Way longer than anyone her supervisor had known of before. She’d go to various stores and buy goods as instructed, then report back on service, quality of the goods and so on. And she got to keep whatever she’d been ordered to buy. In fact, most of the stuff she sold on eBay as fast as she could. It hadn’t paid much, but it was a livable system. If she’d owned more clothes, had her hair cut and dyed a different color, she may have even lasted longer. She’d tried wearing plain eyeglasses, that’d helped a bit, but she’d cycled through her outfits one too many times and been recognized, and that was the end of her job.

At least all she needed to be a professional mourner was a black skirt, black shirt, and black shoes, which she owned. She even had a pretty white lace handkerchief that had belonged to her mother. She could so ace this job. All she needed to do was convince some funeral home to hire her. Well, first a trip to the swimming pool. Swim a few laps, shower, and wash her hair. Dry her underwear using the hand drier, then dress in her black outfit to go get a job. Easy peasy.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Are you ready? You certainly seemed ready when I tasted you,” asked Osborne.

Wordlessly she nodded. Hell yes, she was ready all right.

Kendra watched as Osborne fitted his sheathed cock to her entry then drove in. He was so big. She was stretched wide to accommodate all of him. But damn he felt good. Very, very good. He was also considerate. He held still until her body adjusted to his girth and rested on his knees and forearms while he pressed tiny kisses along her jawline then nibbled her earlobe. She giggled slightly at his unusual approach to lovemaking, but she had to say it worked. She was highly aroused and ready for more. So she lifted her hips and rubbed her pelvis against his to give him a hint.

Osborne lifted up off her body a little to begin pumping steadily into her, and Jordan’s hands snuck through the gap to rest on her breasts. Jordan kept his movements in time with Osborne’s steady thrusting, and Kendra was amazed by how erotic that was. The cock pounding in and out of her cunt, and the hand teasing her breasts, worked together to bring her closer and closer to an orgasm. Her nails dug into Osborne’s muscled sides, and she had to force herself not to grip so hard, to pat him instead of holding on as if she was on the waterslide again.

Jordan nuzzled her neck, planting a few soft kisses on her skin, and then he kissed Osborne’s shoulder, sucking his lover’s skin into his mouth before releasing him and kissing her shoulder.

That was so hot! Never had she thought kissing the skin could be so carnal. But it was. Very carnal.

Cream poured from her pussy as the two men made love to her. Their touches were hotter than her wildest dreams. Jordan’s lips and fingers were light, gentle, and arousing on her sensitive skin. Osborne’s cock was hitting all the right places deep inside her.

Her own hips were rising into Osborne’s thrusts, her hands running up and down his sides and back, then resting on Jordan’s thigh, before continuing their petting and stroking of Osborne. The two men actually felt as different as they looked. Osborne’s skin was much darker than hers and Jordan’s. Her skin was a pale-olive tone, and Jordan’s a light golden-brown. Her skin was soft everywhere, possibly because she needed to lose some weight. Jordan was lean and wiry. He had a runner’s long legs and long body. His wiriness was disguised by his work attire, and, to some extent, even by the long board shorts he’d worn earlier today. But now, naked, there was nothing to hide his sleek lines.

Osborne was solid muscle from head to toe. Kendra would defy anyone to find even a spare ounce of fat on him anywhere. It was easy to tell he’d been a professional sportsman. His weren’t the muscles of the steroid-popping gym junkie, but those of a man used to the sheer physicality of swimming miles every day.

She thrust her breasts up into Jordan’s hands and mouth, then twisted her hips, driving Osborne’s cock deeper inside her. It wouldn’t be long now. She was building up to the biggest orgasm of her life. Her entire body was tingling and alive, from her fingertips to the top of her head, and right down to her toes. Every nerve ending was screaming with the need for her body to explode into pleasure.

Her brain was fading with the overwhelming sensations, but she was still aware of how dedicated both men were to ensuring she received pleasure. That was the sexiest thing ever, men who cared about their partner. With that thought, her body splintered into a million pieces, and she screamed as the most amazing orgasm burst through her, blasting from her head to her toes and everywhere in between, with the force of a raging tornado.

Jordan covered her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue inside and all around her cheeks. He didn’t leave her as breathless as Osborne’s kisses had, but it was close. These men sure knew how to make a kiss last!

Then Jordan kissed Osborne. If she’d thought his kiss with her was hot, the one he shared with Osborne was right off the scale. Their mouths fought for dominance, and her cunt, still rippling from her massive orgasm, dripped fresh cream onto Osborne’s cock which was spurting deep inside her.

Kendra sighed happily. The aftershocks of her orgasm were still making her feel all tingly and happy, and her fingers and toes were still clenched tightly. She forced herself to relax and smiled at the two men, about to thank them. At that moment, Osborne reverted to his previous behavior, picking her up as he moved off her, and turning her onto her hands and knees, with her back to Jordan.

Before she was fully aware of what was happening, Jordan’s hands were gripping her hips, and he was sliding into her still-swollen and sensitive cunt.