Ch. 9: Preview #4

“Wanna make me a drink, Theo?” Brandi asked down at him, biting her lip.

Her body sent a jolt of arousal through him every time he glanced at it.  Which, right now, was almost nonstop.  Her proximity, her touch, was turning his mind into silly putty.  “I … e-err… uh … Ned’s the real expert.”

“I don’t mind!  You’ll do great.”

“Don’t take too long, you two!” Lola called.  “The winner’s not yet decided.”

“Legs next,” Skylar added.

He was already pouring random liquor and mixers together when he found the courage to look up at that face of hers and ask, “W… W… What is happening?”

“You’re making me a drink.”

“No!  I-I mean, you, and me, a-and…”

Brandi felt all gushy.  “Alice gave the OK,” she explained.  “So did Jen, by the way.”

“For what?”

She emitted a giggle.  He knew exactly what, surely.  “I reaaaally like you, Theo, as you can tell.  I want to get to know you better.”  A smile spread on her lips.  “So much better.”

The muddler slipped from his hands, bouncing off the bar and clanging across the concrete.  He looked so endearingly nervous as he chased it down.  She needed to POUNCE on him – immediately!  But she restrained herself, accepting the drink, burbling a few compliments about it – it wasn’t actually that good, but it was strong, so win-win.

She saw him pull up suddenly as they returned to the group.  His reaction to Lola was obvious, staring right at her quads as she battled with the leg press.  Brandi wondered if he was more of an arm guy or a leg guy.  Haha…well, he was both, obviously.

“The lovebirds,” Lola greeted, short of breath, proudly holding the footrest up with Skylar so that Brandi could start with her legs extended.  “Skylar’s keeping pace so far – oh, but do be careful with him.  His legs could snap like toothpicks.”

Theo’s eyes shot wide as he saw how much weight was stacked up; imagined it closing down on him like a can crusher … but Brandi hummed it away.  “I’ll be careful for sure.”

She lay her torso against the backrest, her legs angling upwards before him.  This allowed him both an unprecedented view down her bikini top, and an incredible view of her legs.  Legs which, until now, he definitely had not admired sufficiently.

“Hop on, Theo!” she eagerly invited.  Only then did the full eroticism of this scenario really hit him.

It was Alice, incredibly, who lifted him off his feet and set him right atop Brandi’s torso – abs, pecs, and glorious glorious bosom.  Arousal rolled through him in wave after wave as Brandi squirmed her way into position and enwrapped his torso once again.  Gigantic arms served as a near-crushing seatbelt as the hard-soft perfection of Brandi surrounded him from below.  “I’ve got you, Theo,” she rasped, her breaths accelerating too, raising him up and down with each inhale-exhale pair. 

“I’ve got you,” she repeated lower, throatier, her arms tightening that much more.  Now a low, ecstatic, reveling laugh: “You’re mine now.  Yesssss, you’re MINE.”

“Ahem,” Lola prompted, snapping them both out of it.

“Feet in the middle,” she instructed softly, still distracted and breathing hard as she guided his legs between hers.  He was an absolute popsicle stick by comparison.  And jesus, even laying on top of her, his feet still didn’t reach the footrest like hers.

“It’s OK!” she sweetly, deliciously soothed.  “Just hold them in the air until I bring it down.  Keep your legs bent for safety.  Ready?”

“I … I-I …”  His whole body quivered; his loins burned with lust. “O…OK,” he somehow stammered.

The ensuing seconds were among the most astonishing, most incredible of his life.

Alice took one look at both of their faces and knew they had no chance to complete the rep.  Even if Brandi had had the leg strength – she’d been always more of an arms girl – neither she nor Theo seemed too focused on the workout anyway.  She could hear Brandi’s panting and saw her arms coiling and writhing, even her hips bucking ever so slightly to generate friction – and Alice knew that very little of that had anything to do with lifting weights.

In proof of this point, she heard a soft moan escape from Brandi after the third or fourth token attempt.  Then she stopped bothering to even try more reps, her efforts now solely on squeezing and fondling and gyration …

Whoaaa boy.  That happened fast.  Time to skedaddle.  Alice bade the rest of them to follow her into the house, and no one objected.  They could all see where this was heading. 

Lola sidled up to Jen with a bottle of scotch and poured liberally.  “In case you need it.”

The redhead seemed only mildly queasy, however.  “I’m fine.  I guess I might as well just make peace with that.”  She waved in the direction of the patio.

“What a grown-up attitude,” Lola praised.  To Alice she asked slyly, “You goin’ back out there?”

“Not just now.”  The menage a trois could wait.  A first time with a man—especially one such as Theo--was special.  Alice was content to let Brandi share that with him, alone.

Lost in bliss, utterly absorbed in the aching thrill of Theo’s body atop her, the only thing that slowed Brandi down was the dim recognition that they were at a party; that the other guests were all around them; that getting it on right in front of them was incredibly non-socially acceptable…

Except, as her fluttering eyes reluctantly opened: none of them were around.  They had left!  She and Theo, improbably, had the entire backyard to themselves.

“What?” said the little man in her arms—groggily; as unaware as her.  “Wh… Where did they—”

“Come on.”  She scooted him—more like threw him—off her, leaping to her feet.  She hungered at the sight of his supple body; yearned for his frail, perfect figure.  She’d been with many men before, but none held a candle to this man right here.

She needed him.  So she would have him.

Right now.