"Are you having fun?" the familiar baritone on the other end asks.
"If you can call getting felt up by a horny 60 year old woman in gold lame fun."
"You need to come upstairs."
"I was wondering where you had gotten to. Why'd 'ya leave me down here?"
"Just wanted to be totally ready for you. Get yer ass up here."
"Ready for what?" I ask, my curiosity racing out of control but he has
already hung up.
I hang up the phone, make my way to the rear stairs and run up, two at a time. As I enter the top floor, I notice that the dance studio is dark, the dancers having gone home for the evening. I can't turn on any lights since all the switches for our side of the floor are at the front, but I suspect that the moonlight filtering throughout the tall arched windows will be enough. I make my way up through the file area, quietly calling out Mike's name every few yards. No sign of him anywhere. Where the fuck is he? I slowly get through the massive library, my extreme curiosity of the situation coupled with my fear at possibly being all alone on this floor cause my heart to pump double-time. I can feel the blood rushing through the veins in my temples and a light sweat is breaking out on my forehead. Finally, I reach the front and begin to walk around the wall behind my desk. As I do, I notice a warm glow covering the dark walls of the reception area.
"What the fuck?" I think to myself...
"Mike?" I call out again. "Where the hell are you?"
As I turn the corner, I see that Mike has stolen several cans of sterno from the caterer and placed them around the reception area, with several on my desk. The whole room is bathed in the warm blue glow of the little flames leaping from the tin cans. As I continue walking, admiring the effect of the gentle light on the glossy mahogany walls, I practically trip over Mike and Danna on the floor, she, on her back with her dress pulled up and he, on his belly, his tongue deep inside her. The sight of it paralyzes on the spot. My hands suddenly become warm and the sweat on my forehead instantly evaporates.
Mike looks up from his task having heard my sudden intake of breath at the sight of them.
"Hey buddy, glad you could make it."
The sight of Mike fucking a girl is hardly new to me, yet for some reason, I find myself in total shock. Finally, I manage a weak response. "I'm sorry guys. I'll leave you alone." I say, but unable to make any move to leave.
"No, no man, that's not what we're here for." he says getting up to stand before me. "I invited you remember? We want you here."
"We?" I ask, the word not quite coming from my own mouth.
"Yes, we." Danna replies, sitting on her heels, a positively wicked smile covering her lovely face and the sterno can on the magazine table next to her highlighting her pale amber skin.
"See, Grayce, Danna and I have been talking about this for a long time. One of her biggest fantasies is to seduce a gay man. Her other big one is to see me with another guy. I told her it would never happen in a million years. Looks like it only took six. Never say never, huh? So, she wants you, she wants me, you want me...
"What do you want Mike?" I ask, suddenly in momentary control of all my faculties.
"Me?. I want to make it all happen Grayce." He says as he slowly walks towards me. I want our worlds to completely cross tonight. Hell, I want them to fucking collide! I want us to teach each other everything we know. I want that last wall between us to finally come down and this is the best way I know how to do that. The team captain is picking you for my team Grayce. You gonna play the game?"
Deciding it's not much of a decision; I step forward, nose-to-nose with my new coach, my guide, my hero. I place my hands on his shoulders, tilt my head sideways and meet my mouth with his. His arms wrap around my lower back, and he kisses me as I have never been kissed before in my entire life. I don't know whether it's his technique, or my emotions, or the taste of Danna's cunt on his powerful tongue, but I only last a few seconds before my legs tremble completely out of control and I have to hold on to Mike's shoulders as he lowers me to my knees, his tongue never giving up possession of my mouth. He leans over, takes my face in his hands and kisses me even further, even deeper, faster, his stubble burning me, his tongue soothing me, his breath filling me. The hunger he ignored for six years is suddenly centered completely on his mouth and I feel that at any moment, he might literally eat me. He kneels directly in front of me, the connection of our mouths still not broken, not even to breathe, not even for a second. The heat from his body, bigger, more muscular now but still the same graceful body I've wanted to touch since that night in a swimming pool a long time ago, washes over me in powerful waves, practically knocking me over.
Somewhere during this, Danna has come behind me and removed my jacket, then my tie, and then starts unbuttoning my shirt. She moves in closer, her body warming my backside as her nails scratch my chest, play with my nipples and run all over my shoulders and back. She starts to kiss the back of my neck, her tongue sometimes feeling like wet cotton, other times like a soft brown paper bag, sending shivers through me. She giggles each time I tremble, enjoying my reaction. Mike finally breaks the kiss, leaving me feeling as though I were deep underwater with my air supply suddenly taken from me. He turns my head slightly to the side, his palm burning my cheek, and brings his mouth to my ear to whisper in it. My head and body are on fire with sensation; through my fever I barely hear the words�
"I love you Grayce. I love you." Over and over and over. "I love you."
