Pheonix Rising 2

Pheonix

I’ve been watching her.  She comes to this bar every night after sitting in the book store or coffee shop all night. She always had a lap top that she transformed into some kind of note pad with a what looked like a magic incantation. The way she waved her hands around that thing was so fast that if you just weren’t looking closely, you’d swear she never actually touched it before it was flat. Add to the fact that the collection of little pens she used to write on it were designed to look like old fashioned writing quills and casting wands.

she had an expensive looking camera slug haphazardly over her shoulder. The lens on the thing was short and stubby and probably cost more than I’d make in a month working behind this bar.  I’ve never seen that accompany her in here.  Of course I Looked her up online. I know all the important stuff, Like that she’d sold her first novel fifteen years ago and that she’d been a highly sought after photographer for years prior. And that she’d left her long term fiancé and disappeared for nearly a year.

Sightings of her were online fodder. Gossips reporting that she had cancer or a drug problems or had just plan lost her mind. When she’d shown up in town her hair was longer and softly curling.

The storm was strange that night. I’ve never felt a wind like that in my 40 years. And running this bar on the back side of the mountain, I’ve seen some things. Mi Abuelita would say that it was witch’s wind. Now, most of my life I thought Abuelita was just a little crazy, you know how they say “daft”. But if any night ever made me think she might not be so “special” it was that one.  It had been completely clear before the wind screamed down main street , whipping the poplar trees into a frenzy and setting off car alarms. More than one person said the windows on they old abandoned storefronts, the ones that haven’t been bought and renovated, had been blown out. I was inclined to think it was just a few of the miscreants . That was until she steppe out of the alley and scared the dog shit out of me.

She hadn’t made a sound or if she had it was buried in the thunder, lighting and rain.

It was like a shadow had come to life. She’d been dressed in all black from the soft soled thigh high boots to the over sized  hooded cape that had to be meant for someone  three times her size.

The  light from the  lantern shown off her smooth skin when she’d stopped in front of me and pushed her hood back a bit from her face. Her full lips broke into a  smile and I didn’t hear a damn word she said over the storm, but I was entranced. Her brow furrowed and she repeated herself.  I shook off my stupor and leaned close, to anyone driving by we’d look like lovers about to embrace.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you”

Her giggle was like windchimes and not those tiny annoying tinkling things. Melodic and deep. Soothing and sexy as hell. The hair on my neck and arms stood up and my jeans felt significantly tighter.

She placed her hand on my arm and repeat her self, her full lips grazing the shell of my ear as she spoke, but she no longer needed to talk over the storm its as if she had calmed it with her laughter.

“is the bar still open, I need a drink.”

I straightened up and studied her face. I didn’t know where she’d come from, and behind the first glint of approachableness in her eyes lay something that told me she had a story. Even if I didn’t hear it all tonight, It was one I wanted to here.

Leading her into the bar I learned that her name was Alex, not short for anything and she was from California.  A year later I’m still trying to convince myself that she ain’t bruja as fuck. Something about this woman is going to wreck me. I keep my distance, she keeps her’s but its pulling me and I don’t know how much longer I can resist it.

I made my way over to her table and spun a chair around backwards while before sitting and waiting for her to acknowledge me.

“ You know, most people wait until they are invited before they interrupt someone.” She said smoothly with out ever looking up from her work.

“Told you darlin’  no soy  may—”

She cut off my Spanish with a smirk. “ I know, I know” She adapted a bad  Ricky Ricardo accent “ you aren’t most people.” 

I smiled and gave her a shrug and my best puppy dog eyes.

“ Okay okay!” she feigned exasperation before putting her work down and focusing on me. “ What do you want Pheonix?”

“Your undivided attention and undying devotion.” I whispered truthfully, but quickly covered it the quip with an invitation to dinner when I saw the emotion flash in her eyes.  It was true that I wanted her, but something her past made sure that wasn’t going to happen easily. And the least indication that I was pressing for more always sent her to laying bricks faster than anything I’d ever seen in my life.

“You cooking or did you bring stuff from your mom’s?”

“I’m cooking, but Mama  envió tortillas frescas”  I say. I know she can’t resist my mom’s tortillas.

“mmmmm,” she licked her lips and moaned “ Tortillas. Sigh your mom wrecks my diet. I was there yesterday and she force fed me like fifty sopapillas.”

We laughed at the lie. My mom never had to force feed anyone let alone Alex. She just sat back and watched people commit a deadly sin with a smile.

“So that’s a yes.” I confirmed. I waited as she packed up her gear.  The phone she’d left sitting on the table vibrated and flashed a text.

“your just mad that he is with me now. You couldn’t give him…”  I couldn’t see the rest of the text before the alert drew her attention. I had to look toward the door before she caught me staring at the screen. What the fuck was that about? The phone buzzed again, its face lighting up. It was a call this time. She picked it up and answered. The person didn’t even wait for her to say hello.

Her face changed, hardened.  I raised an eyebrow in askance and she lifted a single finger telling me silently to wait. She listened intently.

“Milla, I don’t understand why you’re calling me. Isn’t he what you wanted? It’s been a year. You have everything that was mine. The house  the man what is it that I can do for you?” She listened a while longer as the person on the end ranted in hysterics.

“So that’s my problem how? Let me tell you how this is going to go down, because obviously while you were fucking my man you didn’t  take time to consult those fucking tarot cards you carry around in your purse. Me, HIM, You… we are over. We were over the moment the two of you betrayed me. What he does or doesn’t have is no longer my concern. I don’t owe you forgiveness and I damn sure ain’t about to absolve you to ease your guilt. You want forgiveness, get your ass to church. Find a priest. Because If it were up to me you’d be roasting on a spit over the coals in hell. We aren’t family. We weren’t family when you left your panties in my bed. This…all of this is on you and I hope you suffer. I hope your clit falls the fuck off and your vagina festers with cum like a rotting corpse in the sun.”

I’ve never heard a curse go down so smooth. There was more but my heart stopped and my spirit absconded when she told the caller- Milla—that she’d rip off her head and shit down her neck. My body was there , but the rest of me checked the fuck out and ran for the hills. She might not be bruja, but the look in her face told me she ment every fucking word and she was damn ready to deliver.

What scared me more was the way she shifted gears.  She ended the call and hung her head. Eyes closed and deep breath. Then she squared her shoulders opened her eyes and gave me the sweetest smile. “I am sorry you had to hear that Nix”

“ Hey, we all have issues right?” I whispered calmly before standing and looping my arm over her shoulders and giving her a squeeze “ Just tell me what I have to do to NOT be on the receiving end of that violence”

“Your undying devotion and undivided attention” she threw my words back at me.

She didn't know yet, but she'd never need to ask where my loyalties lie.

Phoenix Rising

They say a woman’s intuition is the strongest “sense” on earth.  That’s probably true, whats truer still is that we ignore the fuck out that bitch until she slaps us in the head and they we complain that we “just never saw this thing coming”.  At least that was my reality before him. Now though, I listen to that tiny voice like its Jesus preach from the Mountain.

He taught me how to really listen to my gut and since then I’ve been a traditional Sagittarius in every sense of the word. I’d never again lay awake at night with my gut roiling with insecurities and doubts. Pretending to be asleep while my “lover” was sexting another. Crying over missed plans…getting the hair painfully ripped from my fucking ass crack for him come home, stick his finger in the dish I’d worked hours to prepare and an declare “oh that’s good save it I’ve got a “meeting/time with the fellas/ate on the way home/just too tired.”

Nawl, I’ve been there done that and got the fucking tattoo on the base of my skull to prove it. Not that anyone could see that lil’ act of defiance.  It was the seal on top of my “break up bald head bare foot earth mother” rebellion after leaving him.
In fact, it was in the top ten things that I didn’t regret but wouldn’t be doing again.
The days and weeks after leaving are almost surreal. Even now, I look back on the last year and I almost can’t believe it myself.

The night before I lay in bed feigning sleep while my intuition ate at my insides. The glow from his phone and the soft buzz of the notifications for each incoming message driving me insane. I kept my eyes closed and bit my tongue to keep from crying. Tears slid hotly down my face. I tossed and turned hoping somehow he’d read my distress and comfort me. He never did. I finally launched myself up from the bed as if shaking myself awake from a nightmare. He didn’t even phone away, just dropped it face down on his chest before offering me a barely faked “you okay”. The lack of real concern dripped from his voice like icicles falling from the roof. I shrugged and tossed a “bad dream” over my shoulder as I grabbed my phone and trudged to the hall bathroom.

It was the incoming text from him seconds later that galvanized me into action. “she’s awake. Some bad dream. I’ll call you in the morning sweetness. Goodnight love.”
I’ll never know if he truly sent it by accident or not. I shot of the toilet, heart racing and stared at myself in the mirror. WTF WAS I DOING? My reflection was yelling at me to move. React anything. I should have put that pillow over his head and pressed with all my anger. I should have hit him in the face with my phone and asked who she was. I should have done a million things. But what I did was crawl back in that bed and lay down next to him curled into myself until he left for work the next morning, his smooth baritone drifting back up the stairs. He hadn’t said goodbye to me, but he kept his promise to call her as he left for work.

I lay there until I heard the garage door open and then close. I lay there until I was sure he was more than a few blocks from home. And then I moved. I grabbed my phone and deleted all of my social media. Downloaded important contacts and downloaded files I thought I needed before creating new email addresses. Online bank accounts being fabulous I closed and reopened those as well. We only shared one account and in moments I’d separated those. A few minutes at the on the lap top we shared in the office and I’d printed out enough of his messages to satisfy my self and tossed them on the bed. I pulled all my clothes from the closet and drawers and tossed what I was taking with me in a duffle and the rest…toiletries, hand bags, shoes everything else in garbage bags that I took next door. Miss Jenkins looked at me with tears in her eyes and a soft smile before patting my cheek and squeezing my hand. She wished me well and promised to make sure that the clothes made it to some lucky woman in need. I doubted he would go so far but I made her swear that if he tried to report me missing, she’d tell the cops that I wasn’t. No way he could miss me now anymore than he should have been missing me over the last few months.

The house was in his name. A lease that he’d been promising me he’d buy when we got married. Ha, not likely. Not with his finances. The money was always mostly mine, I just went out of my way to make sure he felt like the head of our home, including down playing that fact that while he worked a traditional 9-5 in an office, I was the one rolling in cash. My glorified and yet unfinished ‘arts” degree was actually quite lucrative.  Early on, He liked to tell people he was my agent/manager whatever, but even that was a blow to his ego. It meant he was still living off my success.

I laughed at the incredulous memories staring at beard trimmer and the hair he’d left all over our sink. Whats that they say about a getting a new hair style after a break up? Whatever it is, must be true, let out a caveman grunt and lifted my chin in defiance as the first pass of the clippers tingled my scalp. Five years of natural fluffly fro fell around me like tufts of black cotton from a pillow until there was nothing left but baby soft stubble and pale sun deprived skin. Who knew one’s head would need a tan? I cried like a bitch in the shower though. The spray was too much. It felt to raw and to exposed. To sexual in this moment when I should be distraught. I stood there in the hot water lamenting the loss of my hair, but more so the loss of my dignity.

How could I, have let myself be so neglected. How could I have been the woman who wasn’t enough? Wasn’t I giving him everything he asked for? I had been taking stock of my culpability for months. Trying so hard to make sure I was crossing all my t’s and dotting my i’s where our relationship was concerned.  And still I just wasn’t enough.
There in that shower, the last time either of us would use that 500-dollar rain head, because I ripped that bitch from the ceiling, I decided it still wasn’t my fault. Not me alone. This was on him. The only thing I was responsible for was taking it for so long.  For staying when I should have given up and left a long time ago.

A few minutes at a local dealership and a I had traded my new fully loaded SUV for a newer fully loaded Porsche in hot hoe red and hours after he’d left from work, I was speeding down the highway. In a new car, no hair and money and the bank and no fucking man to answer to meant that I could do what ever the fuck I wanted, when I wanted, where I wanted for however long I fucking wanted to.

I took me four weeks to work my way from California to North Carolina. Mostly because I spent a few days wasting money in Vegas on booze, weed and sex. The anonymity of being a writer/photographer that was famous but not FAMOUS meant that I could party like a rock star but not end up in any tabloids.
The best way to get over a man is under a new one. And I got under a few.  A few chics, too. I got high and got fucked. And the got drunk and high again and again. Until I just couldn’t fuck anymore. I text my sister to let her know what the deal was and true to her form she only said “condoms and checkups, safe words and check in soon or I’ll come get your ass myself. oh, and bring me some kush …Atlanta is whack right now”.
With no one expecting me and not a care for what he was going through I left Vegas and made it to Arizona. I needed to sober up before continuing east or talking to my real agents. They needed more than the swift emails I’d fired off letting them know I was going off grid due to a break up. In Tuscan is where the grief hit. Where I couldn’t fucking get out of bed until the smell of my own breath was driving me insane. Where I ordered wigs online because I couldn’t believe I fucking shaved my fucking head and I wanted my God damn hair back. Where I fucking called him at his office and then hung up when he whispered my name. Tuscan is we the memories of the life we’d lost demanded I pay homage, where my heart fucking tried un-rot and crawl out of my chest. Where I wrapped the Porsche around a street light and crushed a two-thousand-dollar camera lens. Tuscan is where I left the ring, he’d given me from his mom’s mother to a nurse with three kids whose husband was fucking her best friend. She needed it and he’d dishonored it. Tuscan is where I thought I died. Fuck him and fuck Tuscan fucking Arizona.

Capturing Chris 8

So there are two prologues to this. I have to apololie. I’ve been so busy the last few weeks. I’m spread out between several projects and I have a deadline creeping up on me for something kind of major.  Between six books I’ve got the word count of a full length novel and NOTHING is finished. So this teasing had to just sit and wait till I could get to it.  I know I said the next time I posted I’d be finished with it but that’s just not going to happen today. As always these things have taken on a life of their own and I just have to put down what they give me when they give it to me.  I’ll be mia for the rest of this week so that I can meet my deadline on the 21^st. As always this thing right here is unedited and raw! 

Ok at this point Mimi has rounded up a posse and my life literally hangs in the balance.  So here is what happened…the rest of this was already written, but some how I freaking deleted it.  ( the touch pad on my lap top likes to mysteriously turn itself on and highlight huge chunks of text and delete it at randomly inopportune times)   so its 5:32 am and now I’m trying not to be pissed off because I already posted on fb how I woke up stupid excited this morning.  I should have just went a head and scheduled 8 to post yesterday but I kinda ran out of the house in a rush ( no ghost hunting a friend went to the hospital and I rushed over)… anyway… Well see what they ( the characters are up too) Iffin (think southern and say that out loud) I’m lucky, it will be everything mimi desires and I can put this one to bed…literally and figuratively.

Agnes waited until she heard Chris and Mike speaking in low tones in the living room before she let her legs give way and she dropped her to her knees. Face pressed against the cool glass she shivered and tried to clear her mind.

 WHAT ALL THE REALMS OF HELL JUST HAPPENED. 

Logically her brain new that she was attemting an escape but when chris threatened to spank her if she touched the door… why didn’t she grab the door and run.

Why didn’t she turn around and tell him to take his crazy ideas and his liquid heat voice and go to hell?

Why did she lean against that door frame and thrust her ass out like she wanted him to lift that robe and …

Because she wanted him to lift that robe and … oh god she wanted… and then some. The only thing hotter would have been if she could have been sandwiched between chris and Mike like she’d seen several months back.

She didn’t know who the lucky woman was that was squished between them on the deck that night, but it had been the last time she’d cut between Chris’ house and hers before yesterday.

Coming home from a neighbors dinner party she’d never expected to see…well anything in the dark. She’d wondered if the rumors about chris and mike sharing women were true but honestly it wasn’t any of her business. She’d been half way across the yard before she noticed them. They were standing right where she was kneeling now and if the look on the womans face was anything to remember, EVERYONE was having a good time.

And that’s why agnes hadn’t  complained when chris hand wrapped his arms around her. She’d been longing for months… even longer to be the girl in his arms. In their arms.

With her breathing somewhat under control and her heart only slightly racing, Anges decided it was time to get off the floor and make and think. Her knees protested as she stood  and her forehead felt slightly numb where it had been pressed against the glass.

Agnes turned just as the pocket door that devided the kitchen from the rest of the home slid open.  A groan of  in belief was pulled from her throat as she threw her hands up in the air and looked to the sky in agonized supplication.  

Mike laughed at Agnes’ outburst. So she wasn’t prepared to see him. But she was adorable in her frustration. Draped in an over sized robe that was gaping and giving him a delicious view of her heavy breast.

Turning his back to give her some privacy he spoke softly. “Anges. I’m going to step back out and close the door. I’m only going to be on the other side, so you can get dressed. Then we’ll check your head and talk ok.

He didn’t give her time to respond before he made good on is word. But he did turn before the door closed.  “ Don’t run beautiful girl, we’ll only chase you.”

The look in her rounded eyes made him smile the fact that she hadn’t noticed her robe opening even more made that smile spread and Mike had to force himself to close that door.  Leaning against it, he adjusted himself in his pants and remind himself that if he didn’t close this deal right, He and Chris would loose the most crucial part of their future.  Agnes was their third. Their glue. They needed her just as they needed each other. He just hoped he could explain it. After a few moment when he was sure Agnes was dressed, Mike wrapped lightly on the door to let her know he was about to come into the room.

He held his breath as he opened the door, part of him fearing that she’d made an escape. The relief that rushed through him when he saw her dressed and sitting at the table furiously writing on a note pad was almost orgasmic.

Mike walked over to table and stopped at the chair immediately between Agness and the back patio.

“what you got there beautiful?” he asked as he spun the chair around and sat with his thighs splayed around the back and his head resting on his folded arms. Make her comfortable, Mike. Don’t freak her out anymore.

For a moment she didn’t speak, but she did stop writing. She seemed to be contemplaiting wether or not to ask.

“Agnes… Aggie?  You know why I’m here don’t you, beautiful.” Mike kept his tone low and his voice soft and playful as he spoke to her.

When her hand automatically when to the bump on her head and her brow furrowed he smiled.

“Well yes, I did come to make sure your head is ok. But you know there is more. Right. Another reason.”

Agnes seemed to be trying to chew her bottom lip off and Mike gave her the time to work out in her mind what she wanted to say.

When she turned her confused eyes to him and studied him he tried to sit as still as possible and let her take him in.

“are you guys gay…or bi or something”

The words seemed to rush from her lips and the look on her face said that it wasn’t exactly what she’d planed on asking.

“Well, it’s a little complicated.  I suppose you could say we’re bi sexual. At least I am.  In a text book kind of way. I like both men and women.  Chris not so much.”

Anges looked even more confused.

“you know how they say that people are soul mates…two parts of one whole?  Well, that is sort of what Chris and I have, accept we are more like two thirds.”

When Anges’ frown deepened Mike sat up and reached for her hand and held it between his for a long moment. He considered his words and decided he needed more time to think.

With one hand he grasped Anges’s chin and tipped her face this way and that in the light. Not really considering her injury as professionally as he should.

“How do you feel? Does your head hurt? Any light headedness or nausea?”

Agnes worked her jaw like a fish…as studied  Mikes face. Was he really going to drop a bombshell like that on her then go “doctor mode” like nothing was wrong.

“My head is fine mike…at least ok MY injury is fine. But I’m confused and …” she trailed off and watched as Mike leaned back in his chair and studied her.

“ We saw you too you know.  That night. When you were crossing the yard.  We saw you. And you saw us.”

Agnes pulled away from Mike and bit her lip a flush warming her skin.

“i… I ..didn’t mean to see you. I wasn’t spying.”

“well, we… Agnes. Mike stopped and started cleared his throat and started again. “ I think we ment for you to see us.  Don’t get me wrong we didn’t plan that, but if I really think about it, Both Chris and I knew the likely hood of you cutting through the yard that night was high.  We aren’t exobitionist. We knew somewhere deep that you’d see us.”

Agnes took in the words Mike was saying.  They wanted her to catch them?

“Agnes,” Mike soothing voice brought her attention back to him “We’ve known you were the one since forever. It was. This is a small town you know, we didn’t know how you’d react.  We’ve both been attracted to you since forever. Chris just got to be the lucky ass that lives right next door to you.  And… and sometimes I’m a little jealous when you look at him and he looks at you.  The intensity is amazing. And I know that chris loves me, but if you can’t do this with us. If you can’t be our third then I’ll back away.”

The soft agony in Mike’s voice startled Agnes.

Was he really willing to give up part of his …his soul to see his what friend/lover/ happy?

“Mike, I don’t know how this all works. I’ve never had many relationships to begin with and  this….this is complicated.  I don’t understand.”

Mike nodded his head and cleared his throat again.

“Its like this.  Chris is probably straight. Or more straight than I am. We don’t have a lot of sex..at least not together but we do love each other…romantically.  Its not about sex Agnes. Not on that level. He can have relationships…sex with just women. He would never have sex with another guy. That’s not his thing.  Me I’m bisexual. Well,” Mike chuckled.” I guess I’m actually pan sexual.  I can find anyone sexually attractive. Man Woman or any combination of the rainbow. But I’m in love with Chris. Its…not easy to express. Or explain.   For us…together…the passion is sharing one woman. She becomes a conduit.  That sounds harsh.  And in someways its been harsh. For both of us. We’ve tried dating separately. And for me I can say I’ve had some great times but the lasting…forever thing ust doesn’t work unless Chris is apart of it.  He could never be a part of that if I was with a nother guy. Not that he has every tried to limit who I see.”

Agnes looked down at her note pad and bit her lip. This was much deeper than she had even anticipated.

“so you guys have never had sex…just you and him”

“I didn’t say that.  We tried a few times. Experimented early on in our relationship.  It just didn’t work. Something was missing. We figured out pretty quickly that sexual we had to have a third. We’ve known all along it would have to be someone special. Someone who could love us both individually. Be attracted to us both individually.  To be able to handle us both together.

“Do you… do you always have sex together…like three people?”  Know rabid curiosity was welling inside agnes and she felt like she was discovering a whole new world.

“no …no we don’t. and obviously you know Chris and I don’t live together…at least right now.  We’ve been roommates before.”

“So you guys don’t like, sleep in the same bed and stuff?”

“No, not with out …you.”

Agnes in haled sharply when Chris’ voice sounded from the door way.

She watched as he padded softly on still bare feet to sit next to them.

“I’ m sorry Agnes. For coming on so…I’ve wanted you for so long…we’ve wanted you for so long and I went about it all wrong.”

He stood at her side and waited until she nodded her head, accepting his apology, before he sat at the table with her and Mike.

 Agnes looked from one to the other several times noting their differences and likewise their similarities.  They were both Tall and muscular, But Chris would be the bulkier of the two.  Where Chris was pale and kept his ginger hair shaved bald  Mike was tan and had long dark hair that drapped his sholders and fell in his face.

Chris was a comfortably casual guy in his style of dress and Mike was a male fashionista.  Where as you could always predict what chris would have on for any occasion. Mike might show up in a dapper suit or some street grunge gothic mash up.

Chris was always a beer and brats guy. Mike could do beer and brats but would be just as at home with cheese and wine.

Agnes was relaxed in her thoughts. She was comfortable with the men whom she’d been friends with for years.  She thought of all the times they had dinner together as a group; the times she’d had lunch or coffee with one or the other. 

She supposed now that she thought of it, her stronger attraction to Chris was more about proximity.  She saw him almost daily because they were neighbors. She’d fostered his dogs when he and Mike had been sent overseas while the were both in the military.   They were friends.  She supposed she understood why all these years they hadn’t gotten closer. She couldn’ts ay they were BEST FRIENDS or she might have KNOWN this about him and Mike. 

She could understand how letting someone into that private part of your life would be tantamount to preparing for a crucifixion. This was after all still small town texas. And though there were several openly gay couples around town and a sprinkling of transgender folks, she’d never heard of a couple or three some rather.

She wondered about the rumors of the swingers guild: a  group of older folks that lived in a neighborhood a few blocks over.  Did what Chris and Mike do count as “lifestyle”.

The words slipped form her lips before she could stop them.

“you guys don’t plan on tying me up and  playing with whips and shit do you”

Agnes was horrified and from the looks on the two mens faces they were both shocked and amused at her outburst.

After a moment of stunned silence Mike begain laughing so hard he fell backwards off his chair and chris hid his face in his arms on the table. Not that it helped his face skin was flushed so red that his entire head looked like a beeffstake tomato.

“What?  It’s a legitimate question!” Angess huffed as she tried to contain her own laughter.

 Something tickled her ankle and she looked down to see Mike tugging on the hem of her pants. He looked completely relaxed and happy sprawled on the floor. Giggles still causing his shoulders to shake and his eyes to sparkle. 

When she caught his eye he nodded his head slowly and spoke.

“ only if you wanted us too.  But nothing hard too hard core.  That’s probably something you’d get into with cave man over there. Me…I like to laugh with my sex. I guess it just depends on what mood we’re in.”

Agnes felt her eyebrows raise. After the way they’d burst out in laughter she hadn’t expected an real answer.

She glanced at chris and noticed his jaw was set but traces of mirth danced around his mouth. His brougue was back when he spoke. “ I like to play a little. I like to be in control mostly, but…I oculd pretend to be submissive if you wanted”

The thought of tying Chris up and blindfolding him as she pleasured him gave agness a thrill. Then she thought of being tied up as both men pleasured her and she had to lock her thighs together and shake her head to fight the warmth that was building in her blood.

“this is … a lot.” 

“it doesn’t have to be overwhelming mike said as he stood from the floor.”

“I don’t know who how you plan to underwhelm someone with something like this” Agnes quipped.

It was Chris who responded this time. “ I was wrong to come on so strong earlier Aggie.  I want you. I’ll not deny that. I think I’ve always wanted you, but its more than sex. I ment it when I said you’d be my woman. You’d be OUR woman in ever sense of the word.  We’d be completely devoted to you. To us.  We can go on dates or…whatever it takes to make you be comfortable with the idea of us. But  your it. You are our third.”

Anges took a deep breath. She glanced from where Mike now stood on her right and Chrs sat on her left and wondered. Could she do this? COuld she be the meat in this hunk sandwich?

How would she go from being perpetually single Agnes to having two men ...to very attractive, very unique and smart men working in unison to be her  what?  Boyfriends?

"what do we call ourselves?  are we a three some or am i in two two seperate relationships?  is umm or is three relationships?  like me and chris , me and mike and then me and chris and mike?"

Agnes spoke her thoughts out loud with out meaning to.

"we don't have to call our selves anything Agnes. We just are." Mike spoke trying to put her mind at ease.

"Family."

Chris said determinedly. "we wouldn't be a traditional family, not by any definition that we've ever known before. but we'd be family, eventually. You'd just be a lucky girl with two husbands.  

It was Agnes' turn to laugh then. "Brother husbands ha ha ha like that show ha ha ha ha"

Chris and Mike just shooke their heads.

"How do we start" she asked.

Both men studied her before Chris spoke again. 

"We've already begun"

Confessions of a Future Former Fat GIrl

http://drearileysrandw.blogspot.com/2014/11/confessions-of-future-former-fat-female.html

Capturing Chris 7

Well, Since Mimi has reached the “I’m coming from ny to beat the brakes of you.”  Point in her lectures, I suppose it’s time I just give it to you.

I haven’t heard from minemuse in… days and days and days. So I can’t blame anyone for these shenanigans.

Sigh… so…holidayish kinda time, you know snow slightly falling, but not scrazy( scary crazy snowpocolyps snow, just light fluffly not really winter yet kinda melt in a few days snow fall)  Ok you got it?  Now put your coat on and lets go stand outside this house *snaps fingers and teleports us to Chris’s house* Ok, for this, you gotta go over there and look.*points to window* Don’t worry old mister nosey and his yippie dog can’t see you. Ha ha don’t worry about how I got inside. Just come look. This is a close up.  Come closer.  No, no closer…put your nose against the window and smoosh. Make a piggy face…closer…closer…oh hold on you guys should umm… bats in the cave, back up  I’ll just zoom in a bit and tell you what’s going on while you get a Kleenex and fix that.  * this cecil b dmille ish is hard.*

Agnes sat with her legs stretched toward the fire.  She stared at her hands laced over her pertruding belly and smiled at the ridiculous diamond and white gold bands on each of her ring fingers.

Sleep was rapidly claiming her as it was want to do these days, but she wouldn’t get to dreamland, at least not just yet.  A pair of soft warm lips and a slightly rough tongue laved her neck causing her to giggle.

The sting of teeth sinking into her skin sent a tingle of electricity dancing from her nipples to the apex of her thighs.

“ Mike, I’m napping here.”

“mmmmm you’re delicious when your all sleepy and warm.”

 The rough rumble of Mike’s voice washed over her and she sighed.  She wanted to play…she really did, but more than that: Agnes sat up abruptly.  Mike’s hand’s fell away from their torturous play at her breasts and he began to gently help her right herself to sit up.

“I know. I know.” He mumbled. You have to pee.

Agnes couldn’t help the smile that washed over her face. Months ago she’d never dreamt she could be here. She’d have called anyone a liar and laid odds against them if they’d told her so. Shaking her head as she waddled down the hall to the bathroom she called over her shoulder. 

“chris has taken the boys on run through the woods. He says we’re having steak for dinner and you’re to start the grill.

I see y’all getting all flusterghasted hang on to your panty drawers… I go this!

*clears throat*   but before we get to C.A.M  what had happened was…OK FLASH BACK TIME!

Chris pulled the pocket door closed to give Agnes some privacy. And to give himself a chance to get his …manhood to stop putting on its impression of a California redwood.

Stomping into the living room he eyed is best friend with barely controlled irritation.

“you’ve got to hae the worst feckin’ timin’ of any man bairn from a woman”

He couldn’t help it, the thick Irish of his mother tongue gave away his agitation.

Mike turned from placing his medical bag on the coffee table and smiled. His dark hair and green eyes set in a chisled face could have seen him have a long career as a male model. Instead he’d served with chris on the battle fields.

The granite of his muscled body was earned not just in the gym but in war.

They’d been best friends since grade school. When Chris’s Irish American Parents had come home from teaching abroad to give him a chance at having the same sort of childhood they’d had.

Chris let out a frustrated breath. He couldn’t  deny it, Mike actually had impeccable timing. If he hadn’t shown up Chris would be dick deep in Agnes and though it would slake one thirst, he knew it wouldn’t satisfy all his needs.

“You haven’t told her anything have you?” Mike whispered.  “ you’ve been doing that smouldering, squint eyed, “I’ll have you for always, Lass” shit that you do. Promising everything with out promising anything.”

Chris rubbed a hand over his bald head.  Thank god he kept his ginger colored hair shaved off or he’d look like a stalk of rubharb with a rusted metal top. As it was he could feel the steam pouring from his ears.

Mike laughed then. “Where’s our girl? I’ll Check on her noggin then I’ll set it to rights.”

“she’s in the kitchen…getting dressed.” Chris slunk into the room and slouched down on into a plush leather arm chair. “ is it to early for a dram of whiskey?”

“stop pouting, you big goof. Leave it to daddy. I’ll fix it. And then we can all live happily ever afters and stuff” Mike said with exaggerated swagger as he gathered his medical bag and headed off to find Agnes.

Mimi said I had to give her a whole scene… I asked a muse and  technically that right there…that is a whole scene….its not cecil b dmille long  but I mean  it’s a scene right? I mean if I give it all away know….what the heck are you going to come back for later….

Capturing Chris 6

So a funny thing happened. I was standing in the kitchen washing dishes after having driven back from the boonies and as I reached for a beer mug that I don't remember using before I left the house... a shock of want washed over me.  Minemuse was whispering in my ear and ...and it was sooooooo hot. I was trembling. I dropped the mug in the sink and grasped the counter.  The things he was saying!!! 

As a writer its not un heard of for me to be minding my own dammy and get an unexpected surge of creativity. Inspiration cums...er comes at the oddest times.   

I had to clean up the broken glass from the sink and then rush to my lap top and give you this little update.   And when I'm done I'm going to call that irish hound and cuss him out.

As always, its not edited. sue me.






Agnes sat at the bar contemplating her cold coffee and unfinished breakfast for all of two seconds after Chris left.  

Glancing at the clock gave her the courage she needed.

Eff this, No way was she about to be sitting here when Chris's Friend Mike showed up to check her out. Had he already been by and seen her in a state of undress while she was unconscious?  A groan of embarrassed agony clawed at her throat.

Thinking fast she headed for the back door. If she could get there before Chris  got back she could be across the yard and safely in her house...

"If you touch that door, I swear I'm going to lift that robe and tan your ass."
Chris's voice was deep and rumbling. It stopped her dead in her tracks ...not from fear of but from longing...If she took even one more step the honey of her rapidly melting core was going to run down her thighs and pool on the floor.

Agnes  just couldn't take it anymore.  This was her fantasy right? It was what she'd been dreaming of for years. Chris, commanding her... slaking her desires, professing his unending love.

"Agnes"  her name was like a prayer on his lips, His breath brushing the shell of her ear. His arms coming around her middle and pulling her back against him. when had he moved? why hadn't she heard him?  was that her nipple he was rolling between his fingers, Her neck he was laving with his tongue?

She swore she meant to push away from him, so why was she leaning back arching her back and pushing her breast further into his grasp.  Her breathing was ragged and then she felt it... his cock brushing the globes of her ass before settling in the crease between them.  The rumble of his lust  as he pressed against her humping slightly.

Chris pushed Agnes forward.  There steps shuffling and frantic until the were inches from the sliding glass door that lead to his back deck. He wanted her to touch that door, if for no other reason than to let him deliver on his promise.  He'd smack her ass until it glowed red with his hand prints as a he sunk deep into her and claimed her once and for all.

"Go ahead aingel. Touch it... touch . that. Door. " He growled each word into her hear before biting down on the lobe and then licking away the sting.
His heart was pounding and his dick throbbed where he was pressed against her ass.
He felt her shift, lifting her hand to brace her self against the frame of the door.  A pure animalistic growl vibrated in his throat.

"Do it...Do it" he demanded as he began to drag the cotton of up from her thigh. HIs palms itching with the need to...

"Yo! Christopher!"  Mike's voice called from the front door and broke in their trance. Agnes fell forward on a gasp. Her forehead resting against the glass of the door.

Chris cussed and drew in a deep breath, only to cuss again as her scent settled into his lungs. 

"this isn't over agnes. I'm going to spank this ass and then kiss away the sting."  

Chris stood with his chin resting on her head as he tried to calm his raging hard on.

I'll be right there " he called to mike, wincing at the gruffness of his own voice.

"I'm going to go talk to mike. Your clothes are on the table... get dressed and meet us in the living room.  don't run, Agnes, I'll only chase you."

It took all of his strength to pull his hands from her body and step back.  And it took the Gods to make him keep walking we he heard her soft "ok" float to him as he stepped into the hall way.

Capturing Chris 5

sometimes the muses speak a lot, sometimes its just a little... figured i'd share what they shared then go do something  else..like ...bake or something

Agnes sat staring at her plate and sending furitive glances at chris. 

Her mind was racing with a million questions.

What in the hell just happened here?

How could he be cleaning the kitchen as if he didn’t just drop the biggest bomb in her lap?

Why was she even still sitting here?

Because you want him too.  The answer was clear. But the whys and the hows of it…could it be that simple?

“ It is that simple, Aggie.  We’ve danced around our attraction for a long time. We’ve never talked about it just not so mutually agreed to ignore it. And yes, you asked a question out loud.”  Chris turned from his task of cleaning to lean back against the sink, arms crossed over his chest.

Agnes furrowed her brow and looked down at her plate again, grateful, not for the first time that her skin tone hid her blushing nature.

Chris chuckled and walked forward. 

“it only hides it from those who aren’t looking at you , Agnes. I’ve always seen you. And I love the way you blush.” His whisper was heavy and landen with something dark and sinful that went straight to her core.

Frustrated agnes shot him a scowl then dug into her breakfast. The only way to be sure she didn’t say anything else out loud was to make sure she kept her mouth busy.  She mental rolled her eyes…She’d love to keep her lips busy against that vein pulsing along the side of his thick neck, but in the mean time she’d better make due with bacon and pancakes before she found herself in whirlwind of trouble.

Chris laughed again, Agnes had NO pokerface and he could read her thoughts as clear as if it were the words written in one of his favorite novels. There was a lot to discuss but he knew he’d need time for her to gather her thoughts.

Reaching into the junk drawer  he pulled out a note pad and pen.

“ here…make a list of all your questions and we’ll talk about it later. I’m going to get your clothes from the dyrer and then get dressed. Mike is gonna come over in about an hour and check your head. And then we’ll talk ok.”  Chris tossed the note pad and pen down on the counter within her reach.

He searched her face noting  the dark bruise above her right eye and the nervous twinkle in the bottomless orbs.

Leaning in he lightly cupped her check and before kissing that bruise.

“there is so much to talk about and say and feel,   I know it seems sudden but we’’ve  been running to this for years. I’ll wait, but I’m not going to change my mind agnes. Its you. Its always been you.”  Rising he walked away and he prayed that she wouldn’t dash out the back door and into her own home while he was changing.