I Want it All

On Thursday, I sat by the pool next to Katia. The guys were showing us how fast they could swim. She lifted her glass and sipped the fruity beverage, “When I said go out with Carlo or Dante, I never expected this.”

I sipped my frozen fruity beverage and smiled, “It was too hard to decide. Plus, I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. This way…the three of us get to have fun.”

“And what if you fall in love with one of them?” she asked with wide eyes.

“That’s not going to happen. I’ve already told them both what this was. I’m not falling in love and neither will they.”

“If you say so.” Her eyes were focused on me. I knew she wanted to ask.

“Dante is longer, but Carlo has more girth.”

We laughed.

“Are they just as good as Giorgio?”

“That was a long time ago.”

“I know but. You said Giorgio was great.”

“Yes. He was perfect in every way. And you should know because you get to enjoy him every night.”

Her face flushed red, “I do but we do miss you.”

Those were fun times—the three of us. I had to take myself out of the equation. It was the right thing to do. It helped them become the beautiful couple they were.

“I miss you guys too. We were an amazing threesome.”

She giggled.

*****

2018 after Antonie and I broke up, I moved to Pensacola, Florida. It was a good distance from home. I could drive those three hours to New Orleans to see family and still work on film industry projects whenever I got that casting call.

I started personal training at a gym. That’s where I met Katia. This gorgeous woman with a body to die for. She popped into one of my dance fitness classes and after everyone left, she walked up to me and introduced herself.

Her accent was intriguing. I asked her where she was from and she told me Poland. She commented on my accent, which, I didn’t think I had. I told her that I was from New Orleans, Louisiana. It seemed like we became best friends that night. Two different people from different walks of life connected through a common interest.

Katia and I talked about a lot of things: career goals, past relationships, our upbringings, and our bucket lists. When we compared our lists…we were both a little embarrassed to show because we each had an item listed. Mine was number seven, “Have a threesome with a girl and a guy.”

She chuckled, “Oh my God, your number seven is the same as my number thirteen.”

Hers was listed as, “Kiss a girl while having sex with a guy.”

That night, we laughed and joked about all the ways we would make it happen.

*****

It was a Saturday night in September. We decided to go to the beach to grab drinks and secure a handsome guy to fulfill our naughty fantasy. There were so many attractive guys it was hard to decide who we’d entice. Honestly, we were both a little chicken. Neither of us had done anything that wild before. Between the both of us, we could count the men we had been with on one hand.

We were starting to get discouraged. Then something magical happened. It was close to 10:00 pm when he walked in looking like a model. His skin was deep olive, his hair was perfectly styled, and his bright blue eyes shined.

We were at the bar eyeing him when he sat. He ordered a drink and some wings. She nudged me, “You go.”

“Me?”

“Yes, your English is better than mine.”

My heart was thumping in my chest. What if he thinks we’re crazy? Most guys would like a threesome, right? All sorts of things ran through my mind.

She got up and left me there. “Where are you going?”

“To the restroom. You can do it.”

I turned to face the bar, and our eyes met. He lifted his drink and smiled, “Hello.”

I noticed his accent. Subtle but it was there. I smiled, “Hello.”

“I’m, Giorgio. what’s your name?”

“Jade.”

He moved down two stools and sat, “So, Jade. What brings a pretty lady like yourself here tonight?”

“Just hanging out with my girlfriend.”

“Are you two together?”

“Oh…not like that. Friends.”

“You never know these days. I like to ask to be sure. I don’t want to ask you out if you’re not interested in guys.”

“Understandable.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure.”

He motioned for the bartender to take my drink order. Then he said, “Get one for your friend too.”

I did. When Katia returned, I introduced them and the three of us sat chatting. We nearly closed the bar. He walked us to our car and we stood there awkwardly. His eyebrow rose, “Are you two okay?”

We giggled like high school girls and then confessed. His jaw dropped. Then he laughed, “Are you two serious?”

He thought we were pranking him. He rubbed his chin, “And you not planning to rob me, or do something crazy like steal my organs and sell them on the black market?”

We laughed, “We don’t own any weapons like that. And I don’t know anything about selling organs on the black market.”

He paused for what seemed like an eternity. He looked to the sky, “I suppose if this is my last night on earth, I’ll die a happy man.”

We chuckled and took him to my place.

****

My house. It had charm. It was built in 1956 and was previously owned by my great aunt who moved from New Orleans years ago. She sold me the house and moved into a senior-citizen community. The house was too much for her to take care of after her husband died. I was looking for a change after Antoine and I called it quits. It was the perfect opportunity to start anew.

He looked around, “Beautiful home. I love the floors.”

“Yeah, that is my favorite part.”

“So, what do you ladies do?”

“We work in fitness and we model.”

He smiled, “Models. I can’t be this lucky.”

“Seems like you are.”

That night, we took him to the guest bedroom. We got undressed. When we saw his meat. We both almost fainted. Now, I had never been with a white man before and had no idea they could be hung like a horse.

Katia had been with a couple and she stated neither was that big...six inches. And to be clear six inches is fine as long as you know what to do with it. And having a big dick with no stamina is simply a waste. I said what I said.

Anyway, he held it with his right hand massaging it and it grew another inch or so. My knees got weak.

“Oh my God, have you ever seen anything like that before?” she whispered.

“My ex had eight.”

“Black men.”

I chuckled. But not all of them were packing like that. Trust me. I had some girlfriends in college that told stories of sweet pickle and Vienna sausage cocks. but I digress.

We took pleasure in kneeling in front of him. He watched as we took turns slobbering on his nob. “Oh my god,” he moaned in delight.

After a few minutes of oral pleasure, he ended up in the middle of a queen-sized bed. Katia was on his rod, and I was on his face. The look of pleasure on her face was insane. I remember feeling like that when I was with Antoine. She went up and down placing her hands on his chest.

This was it. The moment she had been dreaming about. I lifted her chin and we kissed. Our eyes met and we both smiled. By that time, I was dripping all over Giorgios’s tongue and lips. I took her modest-sized boobs and squeezed. Then I licked her nipples one after the other. Shit…we were in it, might as well go all the way.

She squeezed my girls which were pretty sizeable. I was a southern girl brought up on cornbread and red beans and rice. I was fit but I was also thick in all the right places.

After Katia shuddered with a deep moan, she rolled off his rod and allowed me to take a seat. I hummed immediately. I felt the tip enter and every inch got deeper. I sat there and my eyes rolled, lord, I thought to myself. He had more girth than Antoine. I shook my head but continued to move my hips. Katia was behind me. I felt one hand on my tits and the other on my gem. She kissed the back of my neck. The feeling was so intense, I shuddered and screamed.

He pulled me into him and held my ass and he thrust softly from below. Our lips touched and he still had remnants of me on his tongue. I felt his grip tighter. He grunted, “Argghhhh!”

****

We were down to the last couple of days in Cabo. All the guests had already gone back to their homes. It was just Katia, Giorgio, the twins and me.

That night, we had dinner at one of the Brazillian steak houses. Later, we ended up at Katia and Giorgio’s suite for more drinks.

I was on the balcony enjoying the breeze when Giorgio came out. We stared at the water. His hand touched my lower back. I turned to him and smiled.

“My cousins seem to like you a lot.”

“That’s good, right.”

He shrugged, “So, now you’re ready to settle down?”

“I didn’t say all that. We are just having fun.”

“And when will you stop having fun?”

“Why would I do that?”

“You know what I mean,” he stated as he reached for my hand, “you have a lot to offer. You can have love. You deserve love. Don’t let one instance of pain keep you from experiencing the beauty of love.”

My eyes watered. He wiped my tears and pulled me close, “You know I have always cared about you.”

I stepped back and chuckled, “Yes. I appreciate your friendship and kindness.”

“Friendship. We have been more than friends. The three of us.”

“Yeah. I know.” I pushed him playfully. “Now you two are married.”

“If you ever decide to pick one, go for Dante. Carlo is a playboy. No woman can keep his interest for longer than a month. Dante is a hopeful romantic. You two would be great together.”

“I'll keep that in mind.”

“I still remember that night.”

I shook my head, “It was nice.”

“It was more than nice.”

It was. Truth is…Girgio had the hots for me but I wasn’t ready for anything serious. Katia had the hots for him. She wanted all the things he wanted. I told him not to waste his time pursuing me. That Katia was a sure thing.

He asked to make love to me one last time. And it was insanely good. From the moment he slid in, we were both moaning and a few strokes later, we climaxed and then he kept going and it lasted even longer.

I touched his hand, “We better get back inside.”

He chuckled, “Right. I know how hard it is for you to resist me.”

“Right.”

****

Dante was feeling a little tired. He had a headache. Carlo and I went to the pool. The stars were sparkling in the sky and no one was around. He walked down into the pool, “Come, Bella.”

I followed him. We were standing at the shallow end in about four feet of water. “So, have you given any more thought to being in a serious relationship with someone?”

I was shocked. “What do you mean?”

He laughed a little, “I mean, I like you. And I feel like you like me too.”

I touched his face, “I like you. I thought we were just having fun.”

He pulled me close and we kissed until we thought we heard something or someone. I looked around, “Maybe this isn’t a great idea. Someone could catch us and kick us off the property.”

“Who cares? Come,” he insisted as he pulled me to the deeper end of the pool.

We waded in the water. he moved closer. I let his hand below moving my bottom to the side and then he slipped inside. It was exhilarating. He held me in that water drilling my center under the stars.

We chuckled between moans. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I whispered.

“Believe it mi amore.”

“Amore?”

“Si, bella. Amore.”

“Oh my god, fuck,”

“Eh, hem.”

We looked up. A man was staring at us. He wore a uniform.

“Hello there,” Carlo said.

“You two can’t be doing that out here.”

“We’re only enjoying the water and the breeze.”

“Sounded like you were enjoying a whole lot more. Look, I get it. Just take it to your room.”

He walked off. Then Carlo and I laughed. We left the pool and almost cried laughing as we walked to my suite.