Carrie

 

I hate seeing Michael so sad. I don’t understand all of it, but I know it’s bad, and I know it’s about work.

I also know how hard he tried to work with me when I was sitting across his desk every week. He’s good with people. He cares.

Even if that place is stuffy and snooty and no good for people like me.

I don’t think now’s the time to tell him that, so I keep my mouth shut and do what I can do, which is mainly make coffee.

He closes his newspaper and pulls me tight against him as I dish out the drinks, and it’s nice to feel him smile against my cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I don’t mean to seem miserable. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.”

I nod. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you, too.” I look over at Jack. “Both of you.”

I love how Michael’s arm feels around my waist. I love the smell of him in his suit.

He’s wearing the tie I bought him and it makes me feel proud.

“Did they say anything?” I ask. “About me, I mean? Did you get into trouble for helping me?”

“No, it’s all good,” he says and I’m relieved.

I’m glad I’m not going to cost him the job he loves, not yet anyway. But from the gist of their conversation, it seems as though it’s on the rocks regardless.

I’m sure I’m the only one in this room who wouldn’t think it a tragedy if he couldn’t do it anymore, but they don’t see what I see.

They don’t see the snooty looks as you walk through reception, or the way you’re so aware the clock is ticking every time you try to talk through something.

Being here, on this land, holds more value to anyone than that office ever will, but I don’t think Michael will see that right now.

“You came straight back,” I say to him. “Does that mean you’re staying for good now?”

“I don’t have my suits here,” he says and Jack answers before I do.

“Pack a case then,” he tells him.

“And move in?” Michael laughs, but Jack isn’t joking, and I’m not joking either as I nod.

“Please,” I say. “I want you with us. Provided it’s ok with Jack, of course.”

Michael shakes his head. “I think there’s a bit of a road ahead before we start talking plans like that.”

He waits for us to agree but we don’t.

Not me and not Jack.

Michael sighs into my neck. “Enough of my shitty day,” he says. “Tell me about yours.”

I do tell him. I tell him how the top paddock needed some serious fixes.. I tell him how I fixed it and how I’ll be done with all of the fences before the week’s out.

“Time for chickens then,” he says, and Jack smirks from across the table.

“She’ll need to build herself a hen house first.”

My heart soars at the thought. I can do it, I know I can. I just need some wood and nails and online videos.

“I’ll build it,” I say. “I’ll build the greatest hen house you’ve ever seen.”

“I don’t doubt it,” he says. “And when you have, we’ll get you some chickens to fill it with. We’ll go to Coleford poultry market and you can pick them out.”

“And then the sheep next,” Michael says and Jack raises an eyebrows.

“We’ll see how the chickens go first,” he says.

And I can’t stop smiling, even though I’m grinning my head off, because I know that the chickens are going to go really fucking fine.

 

* * *

 

Michael

 

Loving Carrie Wells is everything I thought it would be. More than I thought it would be.

Because the Carrie Wells who snapped and sneered at me every week in my office has transformed into a girl who’s everything I knew she could be.

Even more than I knew she could be.

I know I said packing my clothes and bringing them here would be way too soon, but here, in bed, with Carrie snuggled into my side and Jack pressed up against the back of her, it feels anything but soon.

It feels like all roads led here, even if I didn’t know it before it happened.

The whole town undoubtedly knows Carrie is here, even if they didn’t even know where here was before now.

Jack’s house will have been discussed and pointed out, questions raised over just what’s going on between the man they know makes a shit ton of money out of insurance, and the mouthy little gypsy girl they shake their head at in the street.

But I don’t care.

My job is the only string left holding me to any of their unwanted opinions, and that string is fraying before my eyes with every budget cut.

I think this one will be the final one I can take. I’m going to hand in my notice to coincide with my existing case load winding down, and beyond that I have no idea yet.

I’m sure something will come up, even as an interim measure.

I shouldn’t respond to Carrie’s kisses, because we all have things to do in the morning.

I shouldn’t roll onto my side to press my cock against her belly because I’m dooming us all to a night of fucking and sucking until the dawn rises through the crack in Jack’s curtains, but I can’t stop.

She’s addictive.

She’s gentle as she takes me in her hand and squeezes. I hear Jack’s breathing quicken and I know she must be squeezing him too.

Carrie Wells is insatiable and I don’t recognise myself when I’m around her. I’m beginning to realise that’s no bad thing.

My life is changing in every way, my career catapulting into unknown waters alongside this new crazy setup we’ve got going on. So many considerations to take into account, so many questions that we’ll need to answer down the line.

But that’s not for now.

Now is all about giving Carrie what she needs, and right now she needs two men to take her and make her theirs.

I slip my fingers between her thighs and find Jack’s already there. I don’t even flinch, just work my fingers along with his, teasing that hard little clit until she moans. Jack pushes his fingers inside her first, and when she’s bucking under our hands and begging for more, I slide mine right along in there next to his.

Our dirty girl stretches so nicely for us. That tight little pussy sucks on our fingers, greedy for whatever we offer.

I kiss her neck in the darkness, feeling Jack’s breath on my cheek as he does the same. Her hand works my dick so slowly I could go insane, but it’s bliss. Absolute pure fucking bliss.

And then she tugs, shifting us closer, and I go with it, we both do.

I don’t realise what’s happening until it’s too late, until I can feel the heat of Jack’s body so close, Carrie’s wriggling underneath us as she spreads her legs and asks for deeper.

I recoil instinctively as my dick touches another dick, jerking back my hips as though I’ve been burned.

“Please,” she breathes. “I want you both inside me, both at once…”

Understanding doesn’t ease the frantic beat of my heart.

Understanding that she’ll want the length of my dick thrusting tight against another man’s inside her doesn’t make me any less hesitant as she coaxes me back into position.

I focus on the warmth of her pussy around my fingers, holding my breath as I know the point of dick on dick is just moments away.

I flinch at the contact when she touches us together, but this time I don’t pull away. The head of him is hard against mine, surprisingly slippery as she grinds us together, tip against swollen tip.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, I can’t believe my dick is still hard, but it is.

It’s only when I hear Jack grunt that I realise he’s not nearly so hesitant as I am. But Jack never is.

Jack doesn’t have limits like I have. Jack goes all in for the pursuit of pleasure, and right now his pleasure is in Carrie’s hand as she rubs his dick against mine.

“Fuck,” he says. “Peen on fucking peen. This has never been on my fucking agenda.”

But he doesn’t stop and neither do I.

And it occurs to me, right at the back of my mind, that maybe he wants this. Maybe he’s not nearly so hung up on what all this means as I am.

The thought that he might even enjoy these blurry boundaries takes me aback, but makes my dick throb. It makes me shunt closer, giving Carrie all the leeway she needs to press us length to length and move us as one.

Oh fuck, it feels good. It feels so filthily good.

“You like it,” she whispers, “I can feel it.”

I don’t argue and neither does he. It would be pointless if we did, since she can feel it clear as day in her dirty little hands.

Her pussy is so wet, and so are our dicks. The sound of squelching fingers is loud, even under the covers, and the sound of breath is loud above them.

I’m going to come against Jack’s dick, spraying my load all over Carrie’s pretty little pussy underneath, and I’m pretty sure he’s going to come against mine and do the same.

“Kiss me,” she whispers. “Both of you, kiss me.”

Jack kisses her first. She moans for him, and the sound of wet mouths makes mine water. So tentatively I press my lips to her cheek, not caring that my face is right against his, not caring that when she turns her head and offers me her mouth, it’s with his tongue still lapping at hers.

I feel the last thread of resistance snap and fall away, because there’s no point holding onto something which is inevitably doomed to break anyway.

We’re sharing one girl. One hungry girl who’s desperate for two.

Two mouths.

Two big cocks.

Two men making her feel as dirty as I’m sure we’re making her feel right now.

Two men to love her no matter what.

I kiss Carrie with everything I’ve got, tongues twisting with tongues, not really giving a fuck anymore. Not really giving a fuck that Jack is about to come all over my dick as Carrie comes over two sets of fingers in her pussy.

“I knew you had it in you,” Jack groans. “I always knew you’d lose that stick in your ass one day.”

An interesting choice of words, but I feel strangely proud at the sentiment.

I’m still kissing Carrie as she comes for us, and so is Jack.

I’m still thrusting my dick against his as he shoots his load soon after, and I do too.

And then we’re a mess.

A sticky, wet, slippery fucking mess of bodies.

But I’m smiling.

No matter how fucking fucked up it feels to have had my best friend’s tongue in my mouth, I’m still fucking smiling.