Away (3 page)

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Devon was lost in his own dirty thoughts, but he wondered about the woman, too, if she came from a big family like he did, or was an only child, like Jeff? How did she come to such a profession? He liked intelligent women, and those with some spirit, too. He thought Alex might have some of the latter, though it was hidden, and her eyes shone with intelligence. They would be proud to take her to the Club.

He and Jeff had grown up together and then went to college, taking law enforcement courses. They ended up applying for positions in the same detachment. They found a house and renovated it, preparing a huge master suite with adjoining bath and a playroom, having discovered BDSM during college. Sharing women was the next, natural step. The guys they worked with had ribbed them with some gay comments initially, but the rumours and the fact that several of those officers were members in the same local Club soon dispelled any hint that they were homosexual. They were familiar with one another’s bodies, their abilities, and interests simply because of their sexual sharing. If Devon touched Jeff’s cock or balls, it was because he was reaching between his friend’s legs to help pleasure the woman his friend was buried inside.

The two of them could pass as brothers, tall and broad-shouldered, slow to anger, and similar in mannerisms. But where Devon was blond and blue-eyed, Jeff was brown over green. They never fought, rarely argued, and most everyone knew they were a formidable team. Devon visited his family at their usual bimonthly gatherings, and Jeff went along, included without question. Jeff had regular contact with his elderly academic parents, but they were engrossed in their research and each other, so Jeff tended to get his family fix from Devon’s. Devon turned his thoughts back to planning Alex’s sexual education.

Alex stood in the lingerie aisle and fingered the beautiful items on display. She had no idea what to choose or even what size she wore. She had never worn anything like it before. A breezy voice caused her to turn and see a petite brunette coming her way.

“How may I help you?”

“I’d like a bra and panty set, but I’m not sure,” Alex stuttered. “I’m just looking.”

She felt so stupid, wondering what the other woman was thinking of her. But there didn’t seem to be an issue as the woman stepped back and perused her shrinking form.

“I’ll measure you, but I think a size six, and a thirty-four C should work.”

Alex found herself trailing the clerk to the change room where she was handed a robe and asked to remove her clothing. She was pretty sure a size eight was way too small, but she was then measured and lifted and stretched, pushed and prodded with efficiency. In under half an hour Alex found herself nearly three hundred dollars lighter, clutching a small bag filled with the most beautiful scraps of lace, wandering out the door of the boutique.

Alex showered, washed, and dried her hair, then smoothed her usual baby lotion over her body. She stared at the bottle, wondering if she should have purchased something else today, then shrugged. She had used baby shampoo and lotion all her life. She had never had an interest in anything different, much like her lack of interest in makeup. Lip balm was a must in her dry office, but even that was plain and tasteless. Perhaps she had lived a truly bland existence until today.

Alex donned the tiny panties and matching bra. The creamy lace edged with chocolate brown satin flattered her light skin if she did say so herself. The cups lifted her breasts and displayed more than she would have thought acceptable, but she felt different, happy somehow, just looking at herself. She flushed, reminding herself not to be vain, and avoided the mirror. But she didn’t take the underwear off, pulling her robe on so that she could go to her bedroom without any comments from her roommates. Gloria and Eva were engrossed with their cell phones and didn’t look up as she passed, but she knew how curious they were about one another’s lives and didn’t want them invading hers. They all got along, but Alex knew they wouldn’t miss her if she weren’t there just as long as her share of the rent got paid.

The jeans and button-down shirt laid out on the bed didn’t have as much appeal, but Alex had little else to choose from. She didn’t date, and she didn’t partake in sexual encounters, unless one could count that fumbling years ago with that guy who was as inexperienced as she was. Well, she didn’t partake in sexual encounters until today. Alex’s body flooded in memory of what those two had done to her. Her private parts heated and moistened, and Alex hurriedly took the little panties off, not wanting them to get soiled.

She found her hand wandering between her legs, seeking the same spot Devon had found, seeking to recapture the same feelings she had experienced. Alex lay back on her bed and felt a surge of those sensations. She continued her exploration, experimenting, thinking about how it felt to have Devon’s mouth on her there with Jeff holding her captive. She couldn’t have stopped them, though to be honest, she really hadn’t wanted to. Alex knew, intellectually, what genitals looked like and the specifics of reproduction. She had two female roommates for heaven’s sake who talked about sex and men all the time. And she didn’t get to her age without formal education on sexuality. She now thought that there might be a whole lot more to it than she was aware of or believed. The sensation in her belly and thighs grew and intensified with the memory of what had taken place, and she was rewarded with a small eruption, but nothing like what Devon had coaxed from her. Alex petted herself and wiggled, then guiltily pulled her hand away.

Goodness, it was nearly seven, and she wasn’t dressed. She wiped herself with tissue and then drew the panties back on. Pulling up her jeans and fastening her shirt over her new bra took barely a minute, but already there was a knocking on the apartment door. Alex didn’t know if she had time to put her hair up and chose to leave it down to give her a moment to tuck the new nightgown into her little overnight case. She took a deep breath, toed her feet into her flats, and walked to the bedroom door in response to Gloria’s agitated call that someone was there for her!

Alex’s heart jumped in her chest at the sight of the two men standing just inside the front door. They were introducing themselves and declining drinks and offers to be seated from both Gloria and Eva, who were nearly dancing in place. Alex held back a smile and said hello. She was rewarded with two intense stares, and she flooded her new panties. Darn it all.

“Ready to go, honey?” asked Devon, reaching out a hand to her.

Jeff came forward and relieved her of the suitcase, taking her elbow and ushering her between himself and Devon.

“I’ll be back Sunday night,” Alex tossed over her shoulder to her roommates.

“Monday night,” corrected Devon with a smile and shut the door on two astonished, wide-eyed faces.

“I’m going to get labelled something bad after this,” Alex commented.

“What do you mean?” asked Jeff, looking her in the eye.

“I should have met you somewhere. I’m not naïve enough to think going off with two men with a suitcase will be written off as nothing,” answered Alex.

“You need to get used to it, Alex,” proclaimed Devon seriously as he opened the door of the SUV. “Just keep your head up as there are always going to be people who judge others.”

“Easy for you to say,” Alex said under her breath, earning her a look from either man, but they didn’t comment further.

Jeff followed Alex into the backseat, surprising her. Devon got behind the wheel and pulled out into the street. Jeff made sure she was buckled in and then started to unbutton her blouse.

“Hey,” Alex complained, pushing his hands away, “we’re in public here.”

“The windows are darkened, and no one can see in,” Jeff said patiently. “You are going to learn that you can trust us never to put you in a position that would make you too uncomfortable, humiliated, or embarrassed. Now put your hands on the seat.”

Alex reluctantly did as she was told, feeling that mutinous feeling flicker deep inside but pushing it away as she always did. Compliant, that was her.

Jeff pushed the blouse apart and whistled. “Our little gal has some fine taste in lingerie, Devon. I think I’ll leave it on so you can see it later.”

Alex blushed with pleasure that her purchase had been appreciated then jerked in reaction as Jeff pinched her nipples through the fabric. He watched her intently as he did so, and Alex remembered not to close her eyes. Jeff seemed to smile in approval and satisfaction, and as she watched he looked up to meet Devon’s eyes in the rearview mirror. Alex was responding. Jeff stopped his tormenting of her nipples and rebuttoned her blouse. He sat back, and Alex realized they were pulling into the driveway of a ranch-style home.

“Do you live here?” she asked.

“We do, for several years now,” answered Jeff.

Devon got out and opened the door for her, helping her from the seat and walked her into the house. Jeff followed with her case and set it down in the hall closet.

“My stuff is in there,” Alex said.

“You won’t need anything in there until Monday morning, darlin’,” advised Jeff.

Alex looked around the large living area, admiring the stone fireplace and hardwood floors. She could see a dining area and what appeared to be an updated kitchen beyond. The blinds were lowered, and the only light came from strategically placed lamps. Then the looking time was over as Devon planted his mouth on hers and took her breath away with a masterful kiss. She tried to respond, shyly touching his tongue with hers, and he groaned against her lips. He tore his mouth from hers and gave her a dark smile.

“I’d like to see the new undies, Alex,” he said. “Strip.”

Alex stepped back, flustered.

“Now.”

Seemingly without volition, Alex fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, opening it and sliding it off, allowing it to drop to the floor behind her. Devon’s eyes glowed as he saw her bra, and he reached out to trace a finger across the swells of her breasts. He gestured to her jeans and raised an eyebrow. Alex obediently unfastened her jeans and pushed them down, slipping her shoes off as she did so. She stood there in her bare feet, wearing the scraps of lace and satin that had made her feel so beautiful earlier, and tried to stay proud in front of their gazes. She had always thought she was average in height and weight and didn’t need to worry too much about what she ate, when she remembered to leave her desk to do so. But standing there watching the heated look in Devon’s and Jeff’s eyes as they looked her up and down made her tremble. Alex didn’t know if she was shamed or aroused.

“Beautiful, honey,” said Devon.

“Perfect,” said Jeff. “Just perfect.”

He touched each pink nipple, just visible behind the fabric, with a finger and smiled as they hardened under his touch. Stepping closer to her, he flicked the front catch open, and her breasts spilled out of the cups as he pushed the straps down her arms to her elbows.

“Leave it like that and look at me. Keep your eyes on mine,” he commanded.

Devon moved behind her and pulled the little panties down her legs, and she raised one foot then the other to allow him to put them to the side. He slipped his hand between her legs with authority, and she automatically set her feet apart to give him room.

“Have you been touching yourself, Alex?” he asked.

Alex froze. He had told her not to touch herself when he left this afternoon. Was that what he had meant? But he had shown her such pleasure, and she had wanted to replicate it. And it was her body! She bit her lip.

“Don’t lie,” said Jeff, “or you’ll wrack up another punishment.”

“What are you talking about? What do you mean by punishment?” Alex was bewildered and a bit irritated.

“We tell you what to do or not to do when it comes to your sexuality, Alex,” answered Devon, now standing close behind her. “You said you wanted us to teach you, and we are very good teachers. But teachers expect their students to obey, don’t they?”

Alex sputtered, “Good teachers respond to questions, too, as students learn from that as well.”

“We’ll entertain questions, Alex,” Jeff replied, “and sometimes we’ll answer with a show instead of a tell. Now answer Devon.”