The Game (7 page)

Taking his time, giving Dave every opportunity to stop him, Frank slipped his hand beneath the silk material covering Dave’s prick. He felt his own flesh harden as he fondled Dave’s lengthening penis.

He shoved Dave’s thong down around his ankles and let his hands roam freely, fondling Dave’s testes. His heart raced.

“Just tell me to stop and I will.”

Dave arched against Frank’s hands and moaned.

“I want you to—ah, God. Don’t.”

Frank squeezed Dave’s cock. “What? What do you want?”

“I’m not gay!”

Frank laughed quietly. “I know you’re not, babe. You’re probably bi.” He nipped his shoulder. “Now, tell me what you want.”

Dave turned his head and looked at his best friend.
I love him. I have to know.

“Kiss me. Again.”

* * * *

Dave looked at the length of Frankie’s back as Frankie stretched out above him. The moonlight coming through the window danced along the curve of Frankie’s spine. He looked like a Roman gladiator fucking a slave before going into the arena. Frankie’s skin gleamed from the scented oil smoothed all over every inch of his body by Dave’s eager hands. He gripped Frankie’s head; the curly hair twining around his fingers, and he moaned as Frankie’s lips finally engulfed his cock. It wasn’t the same as Shari’s mouth. Frank could take in more of him quicker and easier. And he sucked harder. Oh, God, it felt good. Too good, too quick, too—

“Crap.”

His cum erupted into Frankie’s mouth.

“Frank, I’m sorry. I came too soon. I—”

Frank shifted off him and laughed.

“Oh, man, I can’t believe it. I got you so wound up you shot your wad early.” He turned onto his stomach and looked up at Dave’s reddened face. “It’s gonna be fun being the leader for a change.”

“What do you think they’re doing in there?” Shari asked. “It’s been awfully quiet for a while.”

Marcie stared at the innocent-looking top lying on the dusty floor. How could she answer Shari without hurting her? She knew Frank would tell Dave how he felt about him. Had Frank told Shari that he was gay?
Aw, crap, what the hell should I do?

“Do you think he’s telling him he’s gay?”

Marcie raised her head and looked into Shari’s eyes.

“You know?”

“Frank told me last night.” Her eyes grew bleak. “He…I-I figured out he loved him.” Tears filled her eyes. “Oh, Marcie what will I do if Dave loves him back? I’ll—”

The floor reverberated to a slow, steady thumping.

Marcie opened her arms and Shari fell into them. She wept quietly while Marcie patted her back.

“Listen, just because Dave may love Frank doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you, too. There’s no limits to the number of people you can love or how you can love them.” She laughed softly. “Hell, you should know better than that. Who’s the poster child for alternate lifestyles?” She lifted Shari’s chin. “If Dave loves Frank, you should love him, too. I’ve seen the way Dave looks at you. He adores you.”

Shari pulled away and sat on the couch. She grabbed one of the shabby sofa cushions and pressed it against her breasts, leaning her chin on top. She shook her head.

“No. He adores fucking me. I told him everything, and it seems I’m an answer to his prayers. He likes it best rough, too.” She laughed bitterly. “Now he doesn’t have to go trolling at any sex clubs or get the phone number from someone he arrests. He’s got me.”

“You’re nuts. Do you think if it were only the sex that he’d take you up here to his grandparents’ getaway place? Sweetie, he could have anyone he wanted with a snap of his fingers. But he chose you. If he had had his way, it would have only been you and him up here. He wants more from you than just sex. He wants the whole package.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I think.”

“Marcie, I don’t know that I can deal with seeing them coming out from the same room.”

Marcie picked up the clothes she’d lost and stood. She pulled her T-shirt down over her head and pulled on her jeans.

“Get dressed. We’ll go into the kitchen, and you can put together one of your gourmet lunches.”

Shari grabbed her clothing and tossed them on. She took a deep, cleansing breath and squared her shoulders.

“Let’s get cooking.”

* * * *

“Do you think they know what happened?” Dave lay on his back, staring at the cracked ceiling, his cock finally limp. And sticky. “I can’t believe we—”

“Yeah.” Frank’s voice sounded dreamy. He turned on his side and gazed at Dave.
God, he was so beautiful
. He shut his eyes and blessed a benevolent God for giving him this one moment with him.

He wanted more.

“Dave, I hope you don’t regret what happened. I know you love Shari. Please, don’t feel like you cheated on her. After all, you weren’t with another woman.” He ran his fingers down Dave’s chest. “It was just me.”

Dave looked at Frank’s hand resting on his chest.
My God, what that hand had done to me. Made me come. Made me groan. Made me happy.

“I have to think.”

He got up and found his underwear. He looked at the skimpy blue material and clenched his hand before he pulled on the jock and opened the door.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he announced and firmly closed the door behind him.

* * * *

Lunch was a quiet affair. Marcie finally gave up trying to lighten the mood after the third funny story.

“Okay, we’re done. Here’s the skinny, gang. Remember that game we’ve been playing? Remember the rules? No recriminations—no matter what. I think it’s great that you all finally revealed your secrets to each other. Let’s just get past this. We still don’t know when or if the plow is coming. I really don’t want to spend my final days surrounded by silence and playing with my vibrator.”

Shari’s lips twitched.

“Ah, ah, I see a smile. Wait, wait, Miss Shari is starting to smile. Hmm, maybe if I say the word ‘vibrator’ again, one of you strong, silent types may smile, too.”

She gazed at the two men.

“Aha! Detective Harris, arrest this man for laughing at lame jokes. And while you’re at it, put yourself on report for cracking a smile while on duty.”

Dave leaned over the table and kissed Marcie’s cheek. “Enough, woman. You made your point.” He turned to Shari and Frank. “I love you both.” He looked at Marcie. “I think I even love you.” He paused. “Maybe.”

She let loose a whoop of laughter. “Good enough for me. Now, behave, guys.”

“Yes, mama,” Frank said. “I’ll be good…but not too good.”

Shari chimed in a throaty, femme fatale impersonation. “After all, goodness is highly overrated.”

* * * *

“Aw, come on guys, one more game?” Marcie wheedled. “I’m the only one who hasn’t won yet. The odds are in my favor.”

Dave threw another log on the fire and shook his head. “It’s pure chance which way the
dreidel
falls.”

“Aw, please? Look, if I don’t wind up being the first one naked, I won’t ask for another try. I promise. Hey, I probably won’t win. It would be a miracle.”

“I don’t think that’s the kind of miracle that’s granted,” Shari offered in all seriousness.

“Well, there you go.” Marcie smiled. “I believe in miracles.”

Frank picked up the
dreidel.
“I’ll spin first.”

* * * *

Marcie gazed at the Hebrew letter engraved on the side of the top. A
gimmel
. Three pieces of clothing to take off. And then she’d be naked. She hadn’t thought it was going to happen.

She’d won.

“It’s a
miracle
.” Shari’s voice was hushed.

Dave laughed. “Just luck.”

Marcie took off her thong, bra, and fuzzy slippers and stood up.

“I don’t know what it was, and I’m not going to try and guess.” She looked at Shari. “Girl, if you want, I have my vibrator in my purse in the bedroom. But sorry, hon. I want you and you.” She pointed to Dave and Frank, still sitting on the floor by the fire.

“Both of us?” Frank asked.

Marcie nodded. “Winner’s choice, remember. And Dave, we’ll use your bedroom.” She laughed slyly. “You have more toys there. Well, what are you guys waiting for? Move it! I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Dave and Frank scrambled to their feet. Marcie took a second to admire their butts as they left the room.

She sighed.

“They are so fine.”

“Aren’t they?” Shari paused. “I’m not mad. I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier, and if Dave wants to be with Frank also, I’ll agree.”

Marcie hugged her.

“Hell, sweetie, give yourself a chance. You might want to be with them both, too.” She grinned mischievously. “I’ll break them in for you.”

Shari laughed.

“You are so wicked. Where did you say your vibrator was?”

“In my purse. See you in the morning.”

* * * *

“I’ve never done a three-way with two guys,” Dave said. “Two women, yeah—and that was before Shari.”

“What? You think I have? Hey, just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I’m not a middle-class Italian kid from Flatbush. I’ve never been with more than one guy at a time. And not a lot, either. You kinda ruined me for any long-term relationships.”

“Well, excuse me. What about all those women you brought over?”

“You can ask me that after this afternoon? They were shills. Good friends. An actress, once. A hag another time.” He shuddered. “God, she was awful. You remember Sonya? I almost had to get a restraining order. She followed me around for months after the holiday party your folks threw three years ago. I finally got rid of her by telling her I’d sic the INS after her. Course, I’d never do that, but it did the trick. I should never have invited her, but I was desperate.”

Dave laughed. “Yeah, Sonya. She barely let you out of her sight all night. My mom liked her. My dad liked her Russian accent.” Dave grinned. “Didn’t she have a mustache?”

Frank fell laughing onto the bed. “Jerk. Just some excess upper lip fuzz.” He caught his breath, then started laughing again. “Hey, maybe she was a tranny.”

Dave collapsed next to him. “Stop, stop. Wouldn’t that make her gay?”

“Well, I’m happy to see you guys are having fun. I was afraid I’d find you on opposite sides of the room.”

*

Marcie strutted inside and closed the door.

Frank and Dave stopped laughing.

She put her hands on her hips, looking down on them as they lay side by side on the bed.

“You know the first time I saw you guys together I thought you were brothers. Both tall, dark, and terribly, terribly gorgeous. I am so glad I was wrong.” She licked her lips. “So, here it is—I like to play games. I like setting the stage.” She grinned. “It’s way more fun pretending.” Her grin faded and she grew serious. “It’s also easier to lose yourself in a character. So, listen up. I already know what scene I’d like to do with you.”

“The
harem slave
scenario?” Frank asked eagerly.

“Why, Frankie, you remembered. No, in the scene we’re going to do, I’m in charge.” She looked at Dave. “Where’s Shari’s bag of tricks?”

Dave gaped. “You know about that?”

Marcie laughed. “Puh-lease, I’ve known the girl for over three years and lived with her for two. Think I didn’t recognize her suitcase?”

“It’s underneath the bed.”

Marcie tapped one pink toenailed foot. “Well, I’m waiting. You don’t expect me to get down on my hands and knees and get it?”

Dave stared for a millisecond and then scrambled off the bed and down to the dusty floor.

Marcie gazed at his nearly nude ass and bit her bottom lip. He was really delicious. It would be fun unwrapping that package.

He dragged out the suitcase and sat back on his heels.

“Anything else?”

“Watch your tone, Dave. We’re playing by my rules now.”

Frank chuckled.

Marcie stalked over to him. “Something funny, sweetie?”

He gulped. “Er, no.”

“Good.” She looked down at Dave still sitting at her feet. The tiny scrap of material covering his penis did nothing to conceal his growing arousal.

She smiled.

“Happy to confirm that you’re a switch-hitter, babe. Do you have a key for the case?”

“It’s unlocked.”

“Excellent! Put it on the chair and let me see what goodies Shari packed. Then go and sit next to Frank and both of you close your eyes.”

“She’s not what I expected,” Dave whispered to him.

“Tell me about it. What do you think she’s going to do?”

“Quiet! No talking unless I say you can. I’m almost ready.”

.Marcie snapped the suitcase shut.

“Okay. Open your eyes.”

The guys stared.

Marcie was dressed in a high-necked gold lamé gown that clung to every inch of her voluptuous figure. Her nipples pushed out the stretchy material and it was clear that she wore nothing underneath. She pirouetted slowly, displaying a revealing back plunging nearly to the seam between her curvy behind. A slit on each side of the skirt offered glimpses of her slim legs. Long sleeves tapered to her wrists. A pair of slip-on, four-inch pointy-toed heels graced her slender feet.

In one hand she held a short whip that she tapped against the palm of her other hand. She’d secured her platinum blonde hair on top of her head with some fancy hairpins.

“All of that was in the case?” Dave couldn’t keep the disbelief out of his voice.

Marcie chuckled. “It’s a pretty deep case, and I’ve perfected the art of speed dressing.” She frowned. “And did I give you permission to speak?” She chided him. “I guess you’ll just have to learn the hard way.” She laughed. “Oh, I
am
on fire tonight.” She looked at the two silent men. “You can laugh at my jokes. In fact, you’d better. Laugh.”

Frank and Dave did as she demanded, a touch of hysteria coloring their laughter.

“Now, here’s the scenario. Listen up. I expect you to play your parts to perfection; otherwise, I’ll be very, very disappointed.”

Marcie sashayed back and forth as she spoke.

“It’s a really simple setup this time. You should have no trouble ad-libbing your lines.

“I’m the mistress of a manor in Cromwell’s England. My ancient, feeble husband is away examining his other holdings. You two are cavaliers on the lam from Cromwell’s men and seeking shelter from them with me.” She moved to stand in front of them. “Your parts are easy. You will do whatever I wish, or I’ll hand you over to the authorities. Got it?”