Body Rides (66 page)

Someone took his hand.

It was pulled forward, leaving Sue, and lifted and shoved up between Marta’s legs. She let out a cry. Not a cry of pain, but of surprise and delight.

Sue must’ve been the one who’d moved his hand.

Nice of her to share
.

With his other hand, he went for Sue’s left breast. But a hand was already there, so he found his way above it and took hold of Marta’s breast.

One of Sue’s hands reached around behind her back. Reached for Neal and found him.

Marta, writhing frantically, blurted, ‘Stop it! Stop it! Let go! Everyone . . . let go.’

She shoved his hand away.

Sue stopped moving.

‘What?’ Neal gasped.

‘Let go. Everybody . . . let go. Step back.’

Knew this was too good to last
.

Sue let go of him. He took a couple of steps backward. The air felt cool against his sweaty skin where he’d been pressed against Sue. His penis stood erect, so hard and straining that it seemed ready to explode. His right hand hung by his side, dripping.

Sue freed herself from Marta and stepped backward slowly. Her hair was matted against her head with sweat. Her back gleamed.

Neal moved to the side so he could see past Sue. Marta stood with her back to the door, arms raised and legs apart. Strands of wet hair clung to her face. She was panting for air. Her skin dripped.

‘Y’okay?’ Sue asked her.

Marta nodded, her mouth hanging open. ‘Neal,’ she gasped. ‘You want . . . one of us?’

Breathless, he nodded.

‘Shoot, I reckon . . . he wants . . . the
both
of us.’

‘I reckon you’re right,’ Marta said.

‘Right,’ Neal said.

‘Can’t have us both.’

Oh, shit! Here it comes! I knew this was too good to
. . .

Marta’s eyes went to Sue. ‘Your turn,’ she said.

‘Ya sure
you
don’t wanta go first?’

‘Come here, honey,’ Marta said to Neal.

He went to her. She pulled him tight against her hot, sweaty body. Hands roaming up and down his back, she kissed him. Her tongue pushed into his mouth. She squirmed, sliding herself against him.

And suddenly she wrestled him.

Shoved him and turned him around and wrapped her arms around his chest and hugged him tight. He felt her strong embrace, her breath on the side of his neck, the push of her breasts against his back, the tickle of her pubic thatch against his rump.

‘Come and get it, honey,’ she said to Sue.

A grin spread across Sue’s face.

She had to jump.

Neal caught her. Hands cupping her slick buttocks, he lifted her. He eased her down onto him. He did it very slowly, and watched. As he felt himself slide into Sue’s hugging tightness, he saw his penis vanish.

Marta stopped hugging Neal’s chest. Reaching out, she clutched Sue by the sides, just beneath the armpits.

Sue came forward. Breasts pushing against Neal’s chest, she kissed Marta over his shoulder. Then she kissed him. Then Marta nibbled his ear.

Then it all became a little wild.

Everybody groped and panted and squirmed. While he thrust, buried in Sue, Marta rammed her pelvis against his ass. He had Sue’s tongue in his mouth. Later, he had her breast in his mouth while he held her high and she kissed Marta and then the breast popped out when he brought her down and then he rammed her down onto him and he plunged up high into her and she cried out and shuddered.

At some point, they fell. They landed on the carpet in front of the door, Neal still embedded in Sue, and Marta must’ve been on all fours behind him while he continued. She made him squirm and wiggle. He came so hard that he thought he might never be able to move again.

For a long time, they all lay sprawled on the floor.

The carpet felt scratchy under Neal. The room was nearly dark. A soft breeze blew in, stirring the curtains, drifting like fingertips over his hot, wet skin.

He was almost asleep when something brushed against his lips. He opened his eyes. In the murky light, he saw a breast looming down in front of his eyes. It was too large to be Sue’s. It swung slowly from side to side, its nipple grazing across his lips.

His penis, limp against his thigh, began to rise.

It rose into a moist, round hole with a tongue inside.

He sucked Marta’s nipple into his mouth.

At the other end of him, Sue sucked.

Neal couldn’t believe it.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked after a while.

‘We’re having our way with you,’ Marta said.

‘How’s it so far?’ Sue asked.

‘Not bad.’

When Neal woke up, the bedroom was dark. The curtain above him drifted up and wavered, letting in moonlight and a breeze. The breeze roamed over his skin. It was mildly cool, and felt wonderful.

Someone’s arm lay across his chest.

His head was elevated as if resting on a high, firm pillow. A hard knob pressed against the back of his neck. A hip bone?

Turning his head, he felt skin against the side of his face. Inches from his eyes was a tangle of moonlit, silvery hair. Beyond the hair was empty space, thighs on both sides. This close up, the thighs looked like huge, snow-covered slopes stretching off into the distance. But maybe darker than snow. Maybe sand dunes washed in moonlight.

They seemed to end at the knees.

That was where the mattress ended.

She was lying crosswise, her legs – knees to toes – hanging off the bed.

Fingers fiddled with Neal’s hair.

‘You awake?’ Marta’s voice, a familiar whisper.

‘Yeah.’

‘Hi.’

‘Hi.’

‘This is nice.’

‘Yeah.’

The arm across his chest glided downward. Its open hand patted him a few times, stroked his hip, caressed his belly, slid lower and squeezed him.

Neal looked down at his own body. The hand belonged to Sue.

She lay on her back beside him, a dim shape, darker than the white sheet. She looked as if she might still be asleep – motionless, feet apart, her left hand curled on her belly, her right arm angled out and resting on Neal.

But she had to be awake, or her hand wouldn’t be doing that to him.

He raised his head for a better look at her.

Sue’s face was just above Marta’s shoulder, the top of her head touching the left side of Marta’s face.

What if they were connected that way? Neal thought. Like Siamese twins, joined at the head.

The notion made him smile.

I wouldn’t have to worry about being one guy in love with two women – there’d only be one of her. One fabulous creature
.

I’d need a name for it
.

The Marta-Sue?

How about the Two-she?

He laughed.

The Two-she came apart, Sue turning her head to look at him and Marta lifting her head off the mattress. Sue’s hand released him.

She made a ‘Mmmm?’ sound.

‘Nothing,’ Neal whispered. ‘The way your heads were together like that, I thought for a second you might be a Two-she.’

Marta laughed.

‘A tushy?’ Sue asked.

Marta laughed harder.

‘A
Two-she
,’ Neal said. He lowered his head onto Marta. Her laughter made it bounce. Grinning, he gazed at the ceiling. ‘A tushy is something altogether different.’

At that, Sue cracked up.

They were both laughing like a couple of nuts.

Neal felt as if he had a trampoline under his head.

When the bouncing stopped, Marta took a deep breath and sighed. She said, ‘So what
is
a Two-she?’

Sue laughed some more.

‘A fabulous mythological creature,’ Neal explained. ‘Two gorgeous Greek goddesses, joined at the head.’

‘With
two
tushies,’ Sue said.

The bouncing resumed.

Afraid he might get a headache, Neal sat up. He turned around and knelt on the mattress. Marta and Sue, still laughing, stayed where they were, their heads together, their bodies stretched out at right angles to each other.

‘Two tushies, two pussies, two everything,’ Neal said.

‘Four titties,’ Sue corrected him.

‘This is certainly taking a turn for the vulgar,’ Marta commented.

‘Yeah, Sue, watch your language.’

‘You watch yers, fella!’

‘Children, children,’ Marta said.

Neal dived for Marta. Even before he got to her, she cried out, ‘No!’ and started to bring her knees up. Then she squealed as he shoved his wide open mouth against her belly and blew hard. Joining her squeal was a loud, fartlike blast.

‘Gross!’ Sue yelled. ‘Who cut one?’

Marta shoved Neal. His mouth broke away from her belly with a noisy, squelching suck. As he teetered on his knees, Sue attacked him from the side. He landed on his back, knees in the air, his head and shoulders hanging off the end of the mattress. Sue climbed onto him.

She seemed to be trying to say something, but she was laughing too hard to speak.

Neal wanted to warn her that he was slipping off the mattress.

He couldn’t talk, either.

She bounced on him.

The slipping continued.

‘Hey,’ he gasped.

‘Hey, hey!’ Sue bounced on him, her rump slapping his belly.

‘Hey!’ Marta blurted.

Neal’s feet flew up.

And were grabbed at the ankles by two hands. Grabbed and tugged. As he was jerked back from the rim of the mattress, Sue almost tumbled off him. He reached up fast and caught her around the waist. She stayed aboard.

Then they were both sprawled on their backs, gasping and laughing. Marta, the rescuer, knelt between them, down near their feet. She had her hands on her hips. She was shaking her head.

‘This is what happens,’ she said, ‘when people get carried away. You could’ve broken your necks.’

Sue reached out and slapped Neal’s chest. ‘Look at her, she’s already actin like a mother and she ain’t even had the baby yet.’

‘Mama Marta,’ Neal said.

Marta waded in on her knees and shoved Sue off the side of the bed. As Sue yelped and thudded, Marta turned to Neal.

‘Hey!’ he gasped. ‘I give! Spare me! I’m the father of your child!’

‘Tough tacos,’ she said. Kneeing and shoving him, she rolled Neal off the mattress.

He hit the floor.

He heard Sue gasping and laughing from the floor on the other side of the bed.

‘Now,’ Marta said from above, ‘everybody calm down before you get me evicted.’

‘We’ve got half a million dollars,’ Neal pointed out from the floor.

‘Smackeroonies,’ Sue added from her distant section of floor.

‘That’s no reason to get carried away,’ Marta explained.

‘Seems like a plenty fine reason to me,’ Sue said.

‘Can we come back up?’ Neal asked. ‘It’s lonely down here. And the floor’s hard.’

‘Okay, but no more rough-housing.’

‘Rough-housing?’ Sue said.

‘You’re right, Sue,’ Neal called. ‘She’s turning into a mother before our very eyes.’

‘Eat me,’ said Marta.

They lay on the bed, side by side, Marta in the middle. It had taken a while to stop laughing and calm down. Though Neal was no
longer breathless, his body still ran with sweat. The breeze from the window felt wonderful.

‘Ya know what?’ Sue asked from the other side of Marta.

‘What?’ Marta asked.

‘This is . . . it’s just the greatest.’

‘Yeah,’ Marta said.

‘Yeah,’ Neal said. ‘My God.’

‘I never had nobody like you two,’ Sue said. ‘Ya know? It’s . . . I love ya so much it hurts.’

‘Yeah,’ Marta said. ‘It hurts, but it sure feels good.’

‘And we won’t never split up,’ Sue said.

‘Not if I have anything to say about it,’ Marta whispered.

‘How ’bout you, Neal?’ Sue asked.

‘I’m the luckiest guy in the world,’ he said.

Marta squeezed his hand. ‘You damn bet you are. You were the luckiest guy when all you had was me. Now you’ve got
both
of us, a baby on the way,
and
half a million bucks.’

‘And Vince
don’t
.’

‘Doesn’t,’ Neal corrected.