Gray shielded his eyes from the bright sunlight and squinted at his visitor. "Doncha think it's a little early for so much mirth there, Miss Maddie?" Before she could answer he added, "And I know for a fact it's too damn early for you to be here to say goodbye."
Maddie shrugged. "Nah, we're not leaving yet. I just came over to see if we could borrow a big strong man-type person to help with a couple of things. Know one?"
Like Gray's ultimate wish had been granted, his mind instantly played a flurry of images of what his "big strong man-type person" would like to do to both Madeline and her life partner. But those images were just a tease; he knew bedding one or the other of them was far, far out of his reach. For nearly five years he'd been tortured by visions of Maddie and Carla, the stunning little beauty who was her lover, and the things they did to each other in the bedroom next door. Of course, his imagination embellished those things, deliciously sexy things a man might want to see. Even though out of reach, it still served to produce some excellent stroke fiction. The muffled cries of ecstasy he suffered through on many nightly fuck-fests were enough to paint the most vivid scenarios he could want, short of being in the room with them.
Both Maddie and Carla knew he would be listening because he had not been shy about telling them how much hardened man-flesh they created and wasted on a nightly basis. The girls always laughed and teased with intimate touches that did not include him when they were all together. As much as it was a tease, he didn't mind the pleasurable suffering endured to watch such things. Despite lobbying enthusiastically to play too and put an end to his misery, his pleas fell on sympathetic, yet deaf ears.
With those pictures and their continual disinterest firm in his mind, his tone was a tad sarcastic. "Now what would a couple of red-hot lesbian ladies such as yourselves need with a big strong man? Have y'all finally turned carnivore on me or what?"
Maddie giggled and waggled her shoulders to better show off her pretty titties, as she fondly called them. "Gray, you know better than that."
"You ladies have been living in the depths of sin over there for about five years now, and not a week's gone by that I haven't offered to show you what's on the other side of life. And have either one of you even considered it for a second?"
When she grinned, he ploughed ahead with his mock admonishment and answered his own question.
"Hell nooo! You two are the good lesbians, faithful to the Order of Lesbo, or whatever the fuck that secret society is that you belong to--and..." he paused for emphasis before adding, "...and after five years of watching out for you guys and protecting you from who knows what, you still haven't bothered to show me the secret handshake. I mean, Jesus, Maddie..."
He was on a roll, and with the sun shining behind her, he did not want her to move an inch. The sundress she had on did little to hide a delightful silhouette of awesome legs that went up, up ... way up to the secret they ultimately embraced. Despite knowing he'd never sample her Promised Land, he still did not miss a chance to enjoy the view. To disguise a closer look, he continued his rant and casually bent down to pick up the newspaper that lay at her feet on his doormat.
"I mean ... I like most lesbians, especially pretty ones like you and Carla. Hell, I'd eat a couple a week if y'all'd just relax your rules for an hour or so and consider the possibilities."
Maddie giggled again and made it a point to rock her hips just as his eyes traveled far enough up her thighs to catch her sexy little sashay. He unbent to stand, the paper clenched so tightly in his hand it crackled.
The quick glance he managed to steal in that brief instant would be permanently etched in his memory for the rest of his life. Madeline was standing there commando, had nary a stitch on underneath.
He couldn't hold back an agonized, "Sweet Jesus, Madeline!"
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