She cleaned herself up before settling down to eat, her smile bright and so genuine.
“Is there another party tonight?” she asked curiously, tucking some golden strands behind her ear as she broke off some of her bacon, loving the sweet and savory taste and the crispness.
Lisa couldn’t help but be... aroused by the prospect. She liked Terry and Ben, quite a lot. But she couldn’t deny that there were a lot of handsome men at the party the night before.
“There’s always a little soiree down there, most every night,” Ben said with a smile. “Just a casual little setup, drinks, hor d'oeuvres, that sorta thing. Never any pressure.”
Terry butt in with a bit grin upon his face.
“‘Course, you can just stay here with us as long as ya like too,” he remarked, reaching over to rest his big hand upon her knee, and rub back over her thigh as he looked at her so lasciviously.
“Don’t pressure her, Terry,” Ben said, giving a slightly annoyed look to the other man.
But honestly, Lisa would have been at least a little offended if her two lovers didn’t want her with them. That was how she’d grown up — just her mom and her dad, together and in love. Yet she felt this way was almost more natural than even that, a community that looked out for one another. For their children.
“Well, you’ve already said I could live here, so I can come back whenever I like.”
“That’s right,” Ben said with a smile to her. “Come by any ol’ time. You’re always welcome with us,” he said so chipperly.
Terry leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“That’s right. Whatever happens, we know you’ll very likely be carryin’ our child in you… so we’ve got a responsibility now,” he said with a final squeeze to her thigh before he resumed eating, finishing up his meal.
She smiled and felt her blood raise to her cheeks, flushing as she finished off her own food and leaned back in her chair.
She understood the implications of their words, of the very fact that they assumed her to be already pregnant. She didn’t know how to feel about that, yet the way they spoke filled her with such warmth. The fact that they wanted it made her want it.
“I’m going to head home and rest up, but... you two,” she sighed out, smiling at the men she’d known from her few trips into the town. They were the first familiar faces she’d seen and they lived just down the hall from her.
“You two are great. Seriously.”
The two of them got up and embraced her, gave her warm hugs and soft kisses before Ben led her to the door.
“If you ever need anything, just let us know,” he said with a smile. “Terry works over at the gym, but I’ve got a job out of home, so one of us should always be around to help you out if you need it,” he said at last.
Lisa nodded, reluctant to leave their warmth, though she forced herself to bid them goodbye and head back to her own room.
She needed a little time to process what had just happened, her illicit threesome with the two affectionate and attractive men.
But more than that, she needed time to plan for that night, when another small party would be held, allowing her to take on any suitors of her choice.
On her way back across the hall, she saw a familiar face from the previous night’s party. The older gentleman, so dashing and dapper, locking his door as he seemed to be setting off for the day. A handsome suit upon him as he smiled over at her.
“Morning to you, young miss,” he said so smoothly. “I hope you’ve been having a good time here so far?” he asked, slipping his keys into his pocket.
“It’s been a whirlwind,” she said with an embarrassed smile and a flush to her cheeks. She’d never been caught leaving two men’s apartment before, and certainly not when others knew what she’d been up to. She felt shame, certainly, but also excitement, and she moved towards him still in the same outfit she’d worn the night before — maryjane heels, a black skirt, and a tanktop pulled over her large breasts.
She offered her hand, though, with a smile. “Lisa, by the way. In case I forgot to mention last night.”
Martin took her hand gently and bent forward, placing a soft gentlemanly kiss upon the back of her knuckles.
“A pleasure, lovely Lisa,” he said, rising back up and running a hand through his sleek black hair, resettling it back into place after his dip forward. “I am quite pleased to see we are neighbours,” he remarked of their proximity. “I’ve not had the fortune of being so close to such a stunning young lady before.”
He was so formal, so composed, and it endeared her. She dipped her head down respectfully and smiled to herself.
Her heart thud loudly in her chest as she swallowed.
“Are you just on your way to work then?” she asked, her head tilted to the side curiously.