True To Life II 2

"Oh shit! he heard her mutter as a look of remembrance flashed across her face.

A corresponding look of disappointment filled his own face as Arlene climbed off the bed and reached for the bright red Japanese robe she kept draped over a nearby chair. The dress and undergarments she'd worn the night before were strewn across the floor from the bedroom out to the living room.

"I forgot about a ... delivery." she said a little nervously as she pulled tight the sash of her belt. "You just wait here, I'll be back in a few minutes." she added.

As she disappeared out the bedroom door, Michael wondered what the deliveryman was going to think when she came to the door wearing nothing but that robe. It barely came down to below her ass and the fold in front gave a more than ample view of her beautiful breasts.

Time passed slowly as Michael laid back naked in bed and stared at the ceiling. His cock was still hard and the idea of finishing it off by himself flashed in his mind. Then just as quickly it was dismissed. How could his hand ever compare with the rich softness of Arlene's lips.

Glancing at the clock on the night table, Michael realized that almost fifteen minutes had passed since Arlene had left. What was taking her so long? He waited another five minutes, then climbed out of bed himself. Moving to the door, he tried to listen to sounds from the living room but didn't even hear voices. Michael looked around for his pants, then remembered that they were also left on the living room floor.

Grabbing a bath towel from the connecting master bedroom, he wrapped it around his waist and walked out of the bedroom. Quietly and carefully he moved, not wanting to make any noise. He'd just gotten to the end of the hall leading to the living room when he had a sudden attack of conscience.

What was he doing? There could be a dozen perfectly understandable reasons why Arlene was taking so long. If someone were to see him dressed like this and coming out of her bedroom, the results would be catastrophic. What was he thinking?

He was about to back down the hallway when he finally heard her voice in the living room. The only problem was that it wasn't words he heard -- it was a grunt.

A half dozen images flashed in his mind, the worst being that it hadn't been a deliveryman at the door but someone who had attacked her. Now oblivious to the fact that he was practically nude, he ran into the living room.

No sooner had he stepped out into the open when Michael came to a dead stop. The image in front of him was definitely not one he expected to see.

Arlene was on her knees, the robe she had been wearing tossed aside. Standing above her was a tall blonde young man dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. Or almost dressed in jeans, Michael quickly corrected himself, because both the pants and the underwear beneath it now rested around his ankles. His cock however, was barely visible, buried as it was in Arlene's mouth.

He watched dumfounded as his lover's sensuous lips slid back and forth across the new arrival's hardness -- much in the same way they had caressed his own manhood such a short time before. As many times as he had drawn a scene like this, the young artist had never actually seen a woman give head outside of a porn film. The image was captivating. So much so that it was almost a minute before he even got a look at the face of the new recipient of her charms.

Shock and recognition flashed across his face. Michael knew the other young man. He was closer to him than his own brothers and had been his best friend since the 9th grade.

"Oh shit!" he called out without thinking. "Bobby!"

The former football star of Peterson High looked up and the same look of shock flashed across his face. The fact that his best friend was wearing nothing more than a bath towel didn't even register in his mind -- only his presence.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed as he took a big step backward, his cock pulling out of Arlene's mouth. "Mike!"

You could've heard the proverbial pin drop in the quiet that gripped the room at that moment. Both young men just stared at each other, not knowing what to say. Long seconds stretched out to an eternity until Arlene broke the silence.

"Oh dear, I knew this was going to be a problem." she said as she got up off of her knees. "I was so hoping to be able to take of Bobby here and send him on his way before you started getting too curious. This type of situation can be so awkward."

By this time it was plainly evident to both friends that Mrs. Koda had been screwing both of them. Bobby had started at State U at the same time that Mike had gone away to Brookfield. State being only an hour's drive away, Bobby still lived at home. Evidently, he had become Mike's winter replacement.

In the course of Mike's unexpected visit last night, Arlene had forgotten that she had asked Bobby to come over and clean out her garage. She'd promised him a little treat when he was done.

"I guess since I'm the one who's dressed, at least sort of, I should leave." Bobby finally said in an attempt to break the situation with a little humor.

"Don't be silly, we're all adults here." Arlene said, her tone the voice of reason. Aren't we?"

Neither of the friends had a response.

"Look at the two of you." Arlene continued. "Are you going to throw away a friendship because I fucked both of you?"

Arlene's use of the work "fuck" caused both of them pause. They both had noted that during lovemaking her vocabulary tended to get down and dirty, but right now it seemed out of content. Despite her nudity, she was back in what she referred to as her teacher mode -- the voice of authority.

"Lets keep this in perspective here." said the Teacher. "What we have here is three adults, who, for what ever reason, are just having a good time with each other. There's no relationship here, it's just sex -- pure and simple. None of us are under the illusion that it's anything else -- are we?"

Michael and Bobby both nodded their heads in agreement. It wasn't like either of them really thought they were the only man in Arlene's life or that she was looking for anything from them other than a good time in bed. Which was exactly what they were looking for from her. It was only the revelation that they both were her lovers that had shocked them.

"I mean it's not like Bobby here had crawled into Jenny Greene right after you left." she added.

"You screwed Jenny Greene?" Bobby turned and asked Michael, his voice reflecting a mixture of both amazement and admiration.

"Yeah." Michael replied, a touch of pride in his own voice.

It was the first direct communication between the two and that simple exchange told Arlene that their friendship was still solid. Which gave her another idea.

"Unfuckinlievable." Bobby said quietly as he slowly shook his head. He had struck out with Jenny the four times they had gone out back in high school.

"So you two are still friends." Arlene said, looking for a vocal confirmation.

Michael looked at Bobby for a moment and then said. "Never anything but..."

"Damn right." Bobby agreed as he held out his hand.

Michael quickly walked over and shook it.

"Good, now that we have that settled." Arlene smiled a wicked smile. "I have an suggestion."

Both young men looked at their former teacher. In the course of their erotic encounters with her, they'd seen that smile before. Usually just before she suggested something outrageous. It had also been their experience that it was also usually something fun that they never would've tried on their own.

"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like with two guys at once." Arlene said as she reached out and ran a hand over each of their cocks. "And since I have two such really prime specimens here, maybe it's time I found out? What with you two being such friends and all."

Mike looked at Bobby and Bobby at him. No words were needed for both of them to know what the other was thinking. It was that they were the best of friends that made this such a hard decision. If they were strangers who might never see each other again it would be easy. One other thing they were both sure of. If they said no, it would be the last time either of them got to see, much less play with, that naked body standing between the two of them. And even at 34, it was a hotter body than either of them expected to see again for a long, long time.

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