Nicole Edwards - Zane

The image flashed in his mind. One girl had been laying flat on the bed, a man kneeling between her splayed thighs while another woman had been sitting with her pussy pressed against the first ones mouth. Definitely entertaining. Not that he would’ve thought V would’ve liked it so much.

Pulling his mouth away, he stared up at her. “Did you enjoy watching two women together?”

She sucked in a breath and Zane waited patiently for her to answer. “Did you, V?”

“Yes,” she moaned and Zane forcefully pushed her thighs more flush against her body, crushing his mouth to her pussy as the thought of V with another woman flashed through his mind. Before he knew what was happening, V was screaming his name, coming with a rush against his mouth.

With hurried movements, Zane was off the bed, shucking his jeans onto the floor before mounting V, and without preamble, he was thrusting inside of her while she screamed out.

He immediately stilled. “Did I hurt you?”

“No! Please! Fuck me!” she begged, pulling him down until their mouths were fused together, his hips fucking into her wildly until they were both covered in sweat.

“God, V,” he groaned, trying to slow his punishing thrusts but all of the images of what he’d seen at the club scrambled his brain and the lust overruled his common sense.

“Zane!” V screamed his name as her pussy spasmed around his dick, milking his release from him in an unexpected, damn near painful rush.

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“What’s up?” Zane greeted Beau when he saw Beau on his front porch on Wednesday evening. He’d been surprised to actually hear from the man since the two of them hadn’t spoken nearly as much as usual, especially after what had happened that one night. “Mind if I take a shower real quick? You can grab a couple of beers.”

Zane had been at the gym, confused when Beau said he couldn’t make it, especially now that the man was sitting on his front porch.

“Sure.”

Ten minutes later, he was showered and sitting on one of the rockers on his back porch, a few feet away from Beau. He wasn’t sure why Beau chose to come out back, but the deck did offer a better view of the creek behind the house which was more pleasant than staring at the dirt drive that bisected his parents’ land. He didn’t need to ask to know that Beau had something to say, it was apparent by the simple fact that he showed up.

“I’m sorry,” Beau said quietly, making Zane turn to look at him.

“For what?” Asking the question wasn’t necessary because Zane had a feeling he knew exactly what Beau was here to discuss. As much as Zane knew they needed to talk, he was distinctly uncomfortable.

“The other night.”

Zane didn’t ask any more questions. He knew Beau, and he knew his friend would say what was on his mind, it just took him some time to get there.

A few minutes passed as they stared into the twilight, listening to the gentle gurgle of the creek, drinking the beers Beau had retrieved. Zane didn’t even taste his. He was too concerned about the conversation and the uneasy tension that lingered between them. They’d been around each other more than once since that night, but for some reason it felt like it just happened a few minutes ago.

Zane had to clear his mind just to get the memory to dislodge. It wasn’t something he thought about often. The feeling of Beau’s mouth wrapped around his dick made him uncomfortable, but at the same time, it sent shockwaves through his system. It was hard to deny how fucking hard he’d come that night. Right down his best friend’s throat.

“I didn’t mean to put you in that position,” Beau began.

“Listen, man –” Zane wanted to tell him to forget about it. What was done was done, but Beau cut him off.

“I need to say this, so just hear me out.”

Zane clamped his mouth shut. He didn’t look at Beau, but he did nod his head in agreement.

“I didn’t expect it to happen like that, and I know it made you uncomfortable.”

When Beau didn’t continue, Zane had to bite his lip to keep from saying anything. He knew the conversation wasn’t over, but he suddenly wished it was. He wanted to pretend it didn’t happen, but for some reason, he could sense Beau needed to get this out.

“I won’t lie, I've thought about doing that for quite some time.”

Zane’s discomfort level increased.

“I never thought it actually would happen though. I’m not sure what that makes me...”

The sentence hung between them in the humid night air. Zane didn’t know how to comfort his friend and he didn’t know if he were supposed to.

“Maybe I’m gay, maybe I’m just curious. I don’t know, but it felt so fucking good.”

Zane wasn’t prone to blushing, but he felt the heat infuse his face. This was the honest to God most unpleasant conversation he’d ever engaged in, but he knew it had to happen. If they expected their friendship to continue, it was only fair that Beau had his chance to say his piece.

“When you touched me...”

Again, Beau let the words hang between them and Zane remembered the way he’d rolled the condom on Beau that night. The passion he’d witnessed in V’s eyes had spurred him on. She’d gotten off on it. Why, he had no idea. The memory made his dick stir in his jeans, and he tried to ignore it. Truthfully, it hadn’t been awful.

“Man, I’m so fucking sorry,” Beau groaned and then pushed to his feet.

“Sit down,” Zane ground the words out, looking up at his friend for the first time. “Fucking sit down. Let’s talk about this. As uncomfortable as it is, it’s not going to just go away.”

Beau’s reluctance was palpable, but he did sit back down.

“Is that all you’ve wanted to do?” Zane wasn’t sure why the hell he asked the question and he really didn’t know if he wanted to know the answer, but it was out there now.

“No.”

That was an honest answer if Zane had ever heard one.

“Are you bisexual?” Another random question and Zane wanted to sew his lips shut. Were they actually having this conversation? Was he really talking to his buddy about sex? Talking about what happened between them and a woman was one thing, this... this was not normal. At least not according to Zane’s definition.

“I don’t know. I’ve never been with a guy.”

Zane looked over at Beau, the question probably obvious on his face but he asked it anyway. “That was your first time to give a dude a blow job?”

“Yes.”

Beau was at least consistent with his one word answers every other question.

“Do you want to do it again?” Fuck, that did not come out right.

“Yes.”

Son of a bitch. Zane was digging a hole that he wasn’t sure he knew how to get himself out of.

“With me?”

“Yes.”

Fucking A.

The silence descended on them for longer than was probably necessary, but Zane didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know what to ask. Didn’t know whether he really wanted to know more. His best friend, the guy he’d known all of his life, just told him he wanted to suck his dick. The worst part about it all, the idea didn’t repulse him. And Zane honestly didn’t know what to think about that.

“I won’t though. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Zane didn’t answer; he just continued to stare out at the dwindling foliage behind his house. In the summer, the trees were thick and green, but now that it was technically winter, or close to it, the trees were getting bare. He was distracting himself. He knew it, and Beau probably knew it too.

“Why’d you ask that?” This time Beau stunned him with a question.

He had no idea. “No fucking clue.” There, that was honest.

“Look, Zane. I didn’t mean to bring it up. I just don’t know who else to talk to about it. I guess I’m just confused. I hadn’t expected that to happen, but I won’t lie, when V gave me the opportunity, I wanted to take it. If you’d have said no, I would’ve backed off.”

“I did say no,” Zane reminded him.

“Yeah, but you didn’t mean it.”

No, no he hadn’t put any conviction behind the word at the time. What did that say about him? Was he gay? He was pretty sure the answer to that was no. Did he enjoy it? If he were honest with himself, he’d have to say yes. Did it bother him to touch Beau’s dick? The answer to that would be no as well. Fuck. Now he was confused.

He thought about V and how fucking hot she made him. With just a look, V had the ability to make his dick throb. Zane didn’t say another word, unsure where the hell this was actually going. The only thing he knew for sure, nothing would be happening between him and Beau unless V was there.

That one word shook him to the core. Unless. Was he saying he was ok with this?

Did this make him bi-curious?

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V hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but when she’d walked in Zane’s front door and hadn’t seen him, she’d automatically ventured to look out on the back porch. She knew Beau was here because his truck was parked outside.

The sliding glass door that led to the back porch was slightly ajar, and one thing led to another. V was rooted in place, riveted by the conversation between the two men. In fact, the way they continued to evade the main issue was turning her on. Whatever it was about the way Beau had given in to his curiosity gave her chills when she thought about it.

She and Zane hadn’t talked about what happened that night, although she fully expected to get the brunt of his anger in the light of day, but it hadn’t come. Based on what she heard now, she couldn’t help but wonder whether there was going to be a repeat. She was both intrigued and a little angry. Would Zane not consider that cheating? Would he experiment, regardless of who he was with, and think that was ok if she didn’t know about it? She definitely didn’t agree.