Maggie, Book 2, Chapter 8 (Patreon)

Maggie followed behind Max, sneaking through the halls of the house where grew up. That alone was exciting. This was the kind of escapade she’d dreamed about when she was in high school. Boys in the house, maybe a party, intrigue and drama. Sex. Her heart raced. They slipped along in their quiet socks.

When she got to the guest room’s archway she stiffened. It was all fun and playful until now. A filament of light shone around the square seam of the door. Not closed, but pushed as far as it would go without clicking shut. Cole was in there. Sitting in there. She had blown him. Cole had come in her mouth. They were good friends. The best of friends. She had tasted his semen. All her bravado slumped, burst, and splashed on the floor. She couldn’t go in.

“I can’t, Max,” she said, stopping in the hall six feet from the door.

“He’s okay, Maggie.”

“I know. . . . I’m not. God.”

How could she face Cole? What did he think of her? Was she a little slut? One of those nameless skanks who would go home with him on a weekend. Get fucked and forgotten. She’d lowered herself to their status. Another dumb bitch to be fucked or forgotten. Or worse: Laughed at. He’d laughed at girls before. Laughed that they’d even try to get with him. Was that who she was? Some horny girl who he wouldn’t even dream of having sex with but because they were friends he didn’t want to make her feel bad and push her away. Did Cole let her suck his cock because he didn’t want to hurt her feelings by rejecting it? Was she being laughed at?

Max said, “Stay here,” and went into the room.

She stood in the hall, hands clasped at her front. Cold suddenly, even though the house was warm. Tight sweatpants and a t-shirt, warm socks, but she shivered. What would she say? She didn’t think she could look Cole in the eye. She had to leave. Had to get out of here. Right now Max was telling Cole Maggie was in the hall. Hey, go easy on her. The two of them orchestrating some network of sympathy for her. Fuck.

She turned, saw her shadow grow large ahead of her. The door had opened behind her. She didn’t turn back, stepped quicker—then was grabbed again from behind. Cole this time. He was gentle; holding her, stopping her from leaving. It felt like a hug.

“Come back, Maggie,” Cole whispered.

When he let her go, she turned, head down, eyes on the floor. She walked past Cole with her arms folded, walked into the bedroom and saw Max sitting at the foot of his bed. Max’s eyes were on her, following as she entered. Cole closed the door behind them but said nothing. No one said a thing, and she wanted to yell or something, feeling like she might burst. Cole edged around her, moving near the wall on her left side, his reflection in the window out to the bay. Cole leaned on the wall, looking at her.

Max cleared his throat and she looked to him hoping he would say something.

At last, Cole spoke. “So, that was crazy.”

Her eyes moved to him. She smiled, scrunched her nose up, getting a mental image of what she had done.

Cole offered her a hand, turned palm up. She regarded it, levitating between them.

Her eyes went to his.

Cole’s chin nodded to his hand, fingers summoning. “Come here.” His voice was soft and caring. “Give me your hand,” he said as she got closer.

She put her hand in Cole’s and he pulled her into him. His arms went around her. Hers went around his waist, and she lay her head on his chest. She felt a little less less foolish. But she’d hugged Cole like this before. This wasn’t unusual. But the parameters of this situation removed all the context of this familiar contact. Was this friendship, sympathy… a brush off? . . . Was it love? Commitment?

She wanted to say something profound, but all she could produce was, “Sorry.”

Cole said, “Don’t be. Don’t.”

“I don’t know why I did that.”

Her head rose and fell on Cole’s chest, hearing the air in his lungs. He said, “I Liked it.”

It made her feel better. “Did you?” It sounded stupid when she said it.

“Hey,” he said, rubbing her shoulder. “Max told me. It’s okay.”

She nodded.

“Look at me,” Cole said, taking her chin. He turned her face up to his. “We’re going to be okay, Maggie.”

“I want us to be okay.” That was what she feared the most: that they wouldn’t be friends anymore.

“We will. I’m fine with what you want.”

“With what I want?” She looked around Cole’s arm and saw Max watching from the bed, sitting with arms spread out behind him, legs wide.

“Yeah, if you want to,” Cole said.

“Want to what?” Her eyes went back to Cole now.

“Max told me,” Cole said.

“Yeah, but what are we saying?”

“You want to sleep with me,” Cole said, keeping it classy.

“Oh, my God.” She thumped her head to Cole’s chest. “It sounds so stupid when I hear it.”

Cole hugged her tight.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I want to.”

Cole kissed the top of her head and it conjured goose bumps. Her light hair rose all along her arms. She didn’t know if she could even do this now. It did feel too weird. Too prepared. Like they should all have got drunk and tumbled into bed; that’s how this should have happened. This strange negotiation had made her feel like some homely woman whose only saving grace was a dowry. Her dowry being their friendship.

She broke from Cole and stepped back, faced him, eyes on his.

Cole led her to the bed and they sat. Max got up and came to the side of his bed so he faced them. She sat next to Cole, nervous, and both guys eyed her all over the way guys do. She felt uncomfortable now, as well as nervous. Like she was performing again. Putting on a show for Max.

Max said, “We could do it when we go back to Vermont.”

Cole turned to Maggie and rested a hand on her thigh.

Now her scalp tingled. Cole’s touch felt so exciting.

* * *

Max watched Cole’s hand on Maggie’s thigh, fingers spread wide, taking up a lot of Maggie’s thin leg, tips curled and pressed into her firm flesh. Maggie and Cole looked into each other’s eyes, their smiles tentative, but something growing between them. Their chests lurched with breaths growing heavy.

He had a flashback to Jay on top of Maggie. Telling her he wasn’t going to wear a condom and Maggie saying to fuck her. Picturing in his head the same scene, this time Maggie running her claws through Cole’s long hair while he stroked the end of his cock across her slick sex and Maggie saying, Just fuck me. Cole needed a condom.

He said, “Hey, I heard your dad... Remember?” That was a lie.

“He won’t come in here,” Maggie said, not breaking eye contact with Cole.

“Are you sure?” Max looked over his shoulder at the bedroom door.

Maggie said to Cole, “How do you want to do this?”

“Let it happen. . . . We both know what we’re doing.” Cole’s hand slipped higher up Maggie’s thigh. Maggie inhaled and held her breath, eyebrows raised high.

Max got mad at that face. He loved it, but right now he hated it being distracted from him. Hated seeing that gaze on another man’s eyes. Especially Cole’s eyes.

He wanted time. Needed time.

Maggie’s thighs parted wider; an invitation to be touched. Cole’s hand slipped higher, the curled knuckle of his bent thumb pressing the stretched crotch of her tight sweatpants and marking a divot in them.

Max said, “Maggie, are you sure about this?”

Maggie’s eyebrows fell. “What, Max? You’re not?”

“It’s just... we’re here.” He looked around the guest room—meaning her parents’ home. With her parents in the house.

“I want it here,” Maggie said, eyes still on Cole’s but her smile was gone and her eyes were troubled.

Cole’s hand jumped from between Maggie’s legs, skipped over her sex and lay flat on her tummy. Maggie watched Cole’s hand, leaned back with her arms behind her as it slipped underneath her T-shirt and touched her bare stomach.

“Maggie,” Max interjected.

“No one’s coming down, Max.”

Cole turned now, his hand frozen under Maggie’s shirt. “Are you okay or not, Max?”

“I’m okay,” he said.

“You don’t seem like it.”

“I am. I want this. I think I do... It’s just the timing, everything we’re doing this weekend... Planning our wedding... We’re in the family house... I watched Maggie…”

His eyes welled up. Pictured Maggie in the fire’s light, mouth wrapped around his best friend’s hard cock. Maggie opening her mouth and proving to him Cole had ejaculated in it. It was sexy. It was cruel. It was fucking awful. He hated that he liked it. Hated that Maggie knew to do that, to show him what she’d done. It was too much. Too much was happening, and it was all coming so fast. She’d slapped him. That was the cruelest blow. He reminded her. “You slapped me.”

Maggie’s head sagged to the side. “Max...”

Cole said, “You slapped him?”

Max nodded, his mouth crumpling, but no tears came, no crying.

“He was out of control,” Maggie said.

“I was,” Max agreed and lowered his head, looking down at his socks.

Maggie’s hand moved over top of Cole’s underneath her shirt. She was communicating to Cole, eyes trembling, mouth twisted. “I think he ruined it,” she whispered. She craned her neck and kissed Cole’s cheek.

“Ah, fuck,” Cole sighed. He grabbed his cock through his pants. He was hard. He adjusted it and Maggie watched.

Max said, “You don’t have to stop.”

“Yeah, we do,” Maggie said. “Look at you.”

“What? I ruined it?”

Cole leaned forward, elbows on his knees. Maggie rubbed her hand across Cole’s back.

Max said, “We can do it tomorrow.”

Maggie nodded, her grim expression unchanged.

“I mean it,” Max said. “Let’s do it tomorrow night, okay? I want it... It’s just... so fast. You know?”

Cole said, “You’ll be okay with this tomorrow?” His expression was serious, his head cocked to the side, brow set in a low and straight line.

“I will. I’m okay with it now. Please... Don’t you get it? I want to...” He gestured uselessly with his hands, looked up to the ceiling, at a loss to explain himself. “I just want to think about it first. I don’t want it to happen so fast.”

“I want it to be special, too,” Maggie said.

“You do?” Cole turned his head to her.

“Yeah. Maybe Max is right. Maybe we should make a bigger deal of it.”

That made Cole smile, and some of the tension left his shoulders. Cole eased his elbows off his knees, made his way to Maggie, eyes narrow and focused on hers. She smiled wide and started to giggle. Cole moved his lips to hers and she leaned back but didn’t escape. When her mouth opened to take his kiss a small breathy gasp escaped her. They kissed. Not passionate and overwhelming. Exploratory. Like the way they did in front of the fire, but without the trepidation that had stunted them. Max twisted inside. It was sweet. It hurt, but it felt good, too.

“It’s a big deal, Maggie,” Cole said in a low tone as his lips left hers.

“Sorry,” Max said again, feeling like he’d let them down, like they might be mad at him. Strength was rising in him, though, and he was glad for it. He had come very close to breaking down in front of them.

Cole said, “Fuck, I don’t think I can wait until tomorrow.”

“You don’t?” Maggie took it as a compliment, a lusty look in her eyes.

“Feel,” Cole said, and guided Maggie’s small hand between his legs, placing it over his hardness. Maggie explored its shape under the cotton. Her palm went up and down the wide curve in the front of Cole’s pants.

“Why... Why do you want to do this?” Maggie avoided Cole’s eyes.

“What do you mean?”

Maggie looked into Cole’s eyes now. “What I said.”

Cole was puzzled. He said, “I really don’t know what you mean.”

“Never mind,” Maggie said.

Cole’s hand went over hers and stopped its movement, both their hands on his cresting bulge. “I get to have fun with you, Maggie. I like that. I want that. It is weird... but it’s also not. We’re all friends. I want you to be happy, too. If you want some more experiences, I want to be the one you do it with.”

“Why?”

Cole laughed. “What do you mean why?”

Maggie’s eyes bulged wide and she thrust her face toward Cole’s, like she thought it was obvious what she meant but didn’t want to say it.

Cole said, “This is the hardest job interview ever,” shaking his head, puzzled, still trying to understand what Maggie meant.

“Sorry,” Maggie said. “I just want to be sure that you’re into this. I don’t want you to think... bad things about me. Or do... you know, me a favor.”

Cole looked pained. “No, Maggie. I’m so into it. I feel like I’m getting the favor.”

“Do you see me... that way?”

Cole’s lips pursed and he regarded her seriously, struggling to comprehend her. He nodded. “I do.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Max said. Cole still nodded.

They sat for a moment, none of them looking at each other.

Maggie said, “That’s it?”

“I guess,” Max said.

Maggie shook her head, leaned back on the bed with her hands behind her.

“What’s wrong?” Max said.

“Nothing,” she said. Then, “I just, I... I went down on you. Both of you. Now I have to go to bed... so...”

Cole laughed. “Horny?”

Maggie didn’t think it was funny. She was serious.

Cole saw her face and said, “Oh. We could...”

Max said, “You want me to go back to your room with you? I’ll take you,” he rose and held a hand out.

Cole put a hand out to pause Max, his face buoyed by a great idea. He said to Maggie, “You want this to be a big deal?”

Maggie nodded, eyes darting over Cole’s face and body, sensing something from him. Cole’s hand gripped her thigh again, grabbing the sensitive inner part. Cole curled against her, his face in the crook of her neck. In a low husky voice, he said, “Go to bed, Maggie. Think of all the dirty things you want me to do to you. Max and I are going to make you crazy tomorrow.” His hand moved higher up her thigh. Maggie thrust her hips out, wanting her pussy to be stroked. Cole worked around it, near but never touching. “Don’t touch yourself tonight.”

Maggie nodded, mouth open, eyes looking to Cole’s now.

“Promise me.”

Maggie nodded again, her face inching toward Cole’s like she wanted to kiss him again.

“No, Maggie, tell me. Tell me what you’re not going to do.”

“I’m not going to touch myself,” Maggie whispered.

“Tell me. Say my name. Tell me you’re going to be a good girl. I want to hear your commitment.”

“Cole,” Maggie gasped, hips moiling towards his touch, “I promise you I won’t touch myself.”

“We want you aching, don’t we, Max?”

Max said, “Yes,” but his voice broke.

Cole’s hand slipped higher, up her belly and under her shirt, turned, slipped under the wide waistband of Maggie’s pants and moved low… but not between her legs.

“Oh, fuck,” Maggie gasped.

Cole smiled, face to face with Maggie, foreheads near touching. His hand came out from her pants and he retreated, leaving Maggie whimpering.

“Oh, shit,” Maggie panted.

“I want you to come in your panties for us. Before we even touch you,” Cole said.

Maggie’s lusty eyes narrowed on Cole’s, thighs clapped together, squeezing her pelvic muscles. She moaned and bit both her lips into her mouth, clapping her thighs together, over and over in a slow and quiet rhythm.

Cole put his hands on Maggie’s knees and brought them together. “A lady keeps her legs closed, Margaret,” he said.

Maggie gasped and her eyes went wide.

Cole smiled, tuning into Maggie’s sexuality. “Now go to bed. Remember you promised me.”

Maggie nodded, moved to get off the bed and Cole put a hand out, stopping her. “I might come into your bedroom later and check your pussy. Make sure you’ve been a good girl.”

“Oh my God,” Maggie sighed, then laughed and closed her eyes, head rocking on her neck like she was lightheaded. Her cheeks had blossomed bright red spots “Oh, fuck, Cole.”

“Go to bed, Margaret,” Cole said, and kissed her cheek.

When Maggie stood, Max rose and stopped her. He held her a minute, then took her hand and put it between his legs and showed her he was hard, too.

“Good night, Max,” she said and kissed his cheek.

She went to bed.