Chapter Twelve: Jude
It was a lazy Sunday as Holden, Wynn and I took our time crawling out of bed, taking separate showers, then meeting in the kitchen for a late brunch of black coffee, orange juice, Holden’s homemade waffles, and a couple pounds of bacon.
We were all ravenous, having spent most of the night going for silver, bronze, and gold in the sex marathon Olympics. There was not a single muscle in my body that was not sore. My poor cunt… There was no permanent damage, of course, but like every other muscle in my body, it was screaming, “Hey, bitch, how about a break? Okay… how about a short break?”
“So, what’s on tap for you boys today?” I asked, sitting at the kitchen table between them spreading butter on my third waffle.
“Well, we wrapped up the conference last night, so today is just a rest and relaxation day,” Holden said, sitting back to rub his full belly. He was wearing a pair of boxers and no shirt. Wynn was sitting across from him, wearing a pair of sweat pants and a UCLA t-shirt.
“And when do you fly back to California?” I asked, wishing that his answer would be never.
“I have a flight booked tomorrow afternoon,” Wynn said. “But I might change that if my friend Lane arrives today.”
My ears piqued. “Lane? Who is Lane?”
“Yes, Dr. Lane Curtis,” Wynn said.
“He’s a pal of Wynn’s,” Holden added.
I recognized the name immediately. On the famous doctor of psychiatry scale, Dr. Lane Curtis rivalled Dr. Phil for the top spot. I froze with a mouthful of waffle. Chewing, trying to swallow, I said, “Did you say Lane Curtis is coming here? The Lane Curtis? Dr. Lane Curtis?”
Wynn smiled and gave me a nod. “Yes, the Dr. Lane Curtis.”
I glanced at Holden, who seemed to already know all about the impending visit from the famous Dr. Lane Curtis. “Why didn’t you tell me? What’s he coming here for?”
“I just found out yesterday,” Holden said with a casual shrug. “And you didn’t really give me much time for chit-chat last night.”
I turned back to Wynn. “Why is Dr. Lane Curtis coming here?”
Wynn took on a Cheshire cat grin. “To meet you, silly.”
“To meet… or fuck you,” I said, giggling at the thought. “Seriously, why is he coming here?”
“He is interested in writing a book with me and Holden,” Wynn said.
“He is interested in writing a book with you,” Holden said, giving Wynn a nod. “He doesn’t know me from Adam.”
“He knows all about you,” Wynn said as he wiped syrup from his lips with a napkin and shook his head. “When I suggested the three of us work together he got very interested.” He gave me a little smile. “And when I mentioned that the most amazing girl in the entire state was right here at Midwestern…”
I blinked at him, not knowing if I should be flattered or offended. “What does that mean?” I cut my eyes between them. “Holden, what does that mean?” My face flushed red and I stabbed what was left of the waffle with my fork. “What am I? Just some piece of pussy you guys think you can share? What are you going to do, call all your pals from California to come here and fuck me? Well, let me tell you assholes something—"
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on a freakin’ minute,” Wynn said, putting a hand softly on my arm. “Nobody invited anyone here to fuck you. Lane called to talk about the book project and I invited him here to meet Holden. Yes, I told him I was staying with Holden and his lady friend, Jude, but I never said, ‘hey come on down and get in line to fuck her’.”
“My lady friend?” Holden snorted, trying to lighten the mood. We looked at each other with the same question. What the heck was I to Holden and what the heck was he to me? How different from “girlfriend” was “lady friend”?
“Anyway, I did not invite him here to fuck you,” Wynn said. “Although I have to admit, I could not help but tell him what an amazing woman you are, both physically and mentally.”
“Oh, I’m sure he would be interested in my brain,” I said, huffing, rolling my eyes. “About as interested in it as you two jokers are.”
“Hey, I’m interested in your brain,” Wynn said with a smile of relief that my blood had stopped boiling.
“I love your brain,” Holden added. “It thinks up such interesting ways for the rest of your body to pass the time.”
I tried to act mad for a moment longer, but my lips betrayed me. I blew out a long breath and went back to my waffle. I couldn’t resist asking the most obvious question.
“So, Dr. Lane Curtis,” I said casually, as if I were just asking about the weather. “Does he do what you guys do?”
“What we do?” Holden asked.
“I mean, the gangbangs and the orgies,” I said. “Does he do that?”
Wynn’s lips curled into a devious smile. “Oh yes, Lane makes Holden and me look like rank amateurs when it comes to those things. In fact, Lane is famous for the things he does. Far more so than the two of us.”
“He holds orgies at his private resort in the woods,” Holden said, shaking his head as if he disapproved, but I knew otherwise.
I licked the syrup from my lips and watched Wynn’s eyes. “So… he may be interested in fucking… I mean…”
“In fucking you?” Wynn said, finishing my sentence. He sat back and sighed. “Oh yeah, he would definitely be interested in fucking you, missy.”
“The question is, would you be interested in fucking him,” Holden asked.
“Or would you be interested in fucking all three of us at the same time?” Wynn added. They both looked at me with raised eyebrows and naughty smiles.
I pondered the question for a minute. Would I be interested in fucking three gorgeous men at the same time? How would that even work? Shit, back to the online porn for a little research…
I reached for the syrup as they watched my every move As I slathered the rest of my waffle in syrup, I smiled and said, “I guess we’ll have to just wait and see.”