The Reunion (Fashionable Friends)

“Yes, I get it,” I replied, conscious that I sounded slightly hysterical. Calm down, Muriel, I told myself. They’re entitled to a past, just like you are; even though yours is somewhat boring compared to theirs. “It’s just the thought of you two with Hannah, it’s... hard for me to think about.”

“I understand,” Cameron said.

Hugh put his arm around my shoulder comfortingly. I was tempted to push him away, but my heart overruled my brain, and I leaned my head against his firm chest.

“In fairness, it’s not exactly easy to find women who are into, well, our lifestyle in this small town,” Hugh explained. “We’ve tried dating a couple of other women, but they didn’t work out either. They were all nice enough; they just weren’t...”

“They weren’t you.” Cameron finished Hugh’s sentence.

The words hung in the air as I tried to process what they’d just revealed.

A number of conflicting feelings swirled around inside me, but the one that overwhelmed me ultimately was attraction. I was incredibly attracted to both of these men, and knowing that they had been pining for me like I’d longed for them had the strangest effect on me. I summoned courage from the wine and placed a hand on Hugh’s thigh.

“I’ve had boyfriends; only one at a time, mind you. But none of them were you,” I admitted, and I looked up to see both of their expressions change from awkward to joyous as they heard what I’d said.

“You mean, you do like us? Both of us?” Cameron asked, nodding at me in encouragement.

Hugh said nothing, but he placed a large, strong hand over mine and lightly held it in place. It felt good.

“Both of you,” I barely whispered my confession.

Somewhere in the back of my brain, a voice was screaming at me to put a stop to this, to ask them to leave and never see them again. A three-way relationship would never work out; how could it? The word is couple, not throuple.

It would have to be a secret; my career in the public eye would be over in a heartbeat if anyone found out. And if it lasted long enough, I could never, ever bring them both home to my family for Christmas, not unless I wanted to kill my poor mother. I may not be an innocent young woman anymore, but that didn’t mean I could accept being thought of as a freak by relatives and strangers alike.

And yet, I had just told Cameron and Hugh the truth. I wanted both of them, and they were both here right now, in front of me, looking like they wanted to devour me in the hottest possible way.

Would one night together hurt?

“Muriel,” Hugh said, “we want you, too. We’ve never wanted anyone else. The moment we were old enough to notice girls, we noticed you, and that was it.”

“For both of us,” Cameron added. “We’re yours.”

Holy moly, was it getting hot in that bungalow. I fanned myself as I tried to decide between two options. I could give in to my fear and ask them to leave. or give in to my desire and ask them to stay the night. Either way, there was no going back.

Fuck it.

“And I’m yours,” I said

And Cameron pounced on me like a wildcat.

In less than a moment, I was in his arms, and I managed to wrap my legs tight around his waist at the same time as he planted a hot, passionate kiss on my lips.

I kissed him back greedily, not caring about how desperate I appeared. I was desperate; this was long overdue.

While we kissed, I felt a series of little butterfly kisses on the back of my neck, and they were a bigger nostalgia trigger than any gross cocktail could have been.

Hugh, my Hugh, the cynical, world-weary gumshoe, treated me with such tenderness that it almost made my heart explode. His hands slowly reached round to cup my breasts, at first over and then under my shirt.

Cameron kept kissing me like his life depended on it, while gripping my ass fiercely.

“To the bedroom,” Hugh breathed.

Cameron acted in the instruction and began to walk without breaking our connection for a second.

My mind briefly wandered to the logistics of what was about to happen, and I didn’t plan to stop it. I had no idea how any of it would work; were there rules? Etiquette? What positions were there for two guys and a girl?

Relax, I told myself as I moaned with desire into Cameron’s mouth. These guys knew what they were doing, and they cared about me. For one night only, let myself go and enjoy it.

It only took a few of Cameron’s long stride and we reached the bedroom, where I dropped my legs to the floor. As our torsos pressed together, Cameron’s erection pressed against his robe, and I looked down to find the biggest tent I’d ever seen. Until I turned around, that is, and saw Hugh with an equally large bulge in his robe. I stood between them like a rabbit in the headlights, not sure what to do next.