“You guys want to watch a movie?” Rudy suggests.
“Sure,” Dustin agrees from the kitchen while he’s putting away bottles.
I nod and sit on the other end of the couch from Rudy. He pulls up a streaming service and starts scrolling through selections.
Dustin joins us with his own mug of cocoa, sitting next to Rudy and wrapping his arm around his lover’s shoulders. I expect the two of them to just pick something, but they run every possible choice by me, and my slightest hesitance leads to a veto.
When they land on a movie that’s been on my “to watch” list forever, the three of us all agree, and Rudy starts the film.
From what I can actually force myself to watch, it seems like a pretty good movie, but I keep getting distracted checking out Dustin and Rudy. We’ve all spent time together casually like this, but somehow it feels different, knowing I’m not leaving tonight.
There’s a casual, comfortable intimacy to it all. And while there’s nothing unusually sexy about the sight, something about the two of them just cuddled together, watching the movie and occasionally sharing a kiss, that has me squirming in arousal.
Maybe I’m some kind of weirdo that gets off on watching or something? I’ve never really thought of myself as a potential voyeur before, and it’s not as if I particularly enjoy the idea of watching just anyone. It’s something about them in particular.
I drain the last of my cocoa and set my mug down on the coffee table. True to his word, Dustin had been light-handed with the booze, and while the drink had left me feeling pleasantly cozy, there wasn’t even an addled tingle in my head.
The movie sort of loses some steam towards the end, and the three of us end up talking over it. Somehow, we end up on the topic of relationships. Dustin shares a few stories of ex-girlfriends, and I’m surprised to learn that before Sarah, he was a little bit of a player. Rudy wasn’t quite as wild, but he’d dated a few guys before Dustin, as well as a girlfriend or two in the mix.
I feel like a total square by comparison, my life experience easily counted on fingers…on one hand. I’d only had three “serious” boyfriends in my life.
My high school boyfriend and prom night claimant of my virginity, Peter Johannsen. Then there was Jeff, the guy I’d been seeing when I was away at college. And then there was Todd, who’d been an intense but short-lived fling. Short-lived because I’d found another woman’s panties in his car after we’d been “exclusive” for a month.
So yeah, my romantic experience is kind of lackluster. And describing my experiences in bed that was is…more than an understatement.
“Wait, so you’ve been single for how long, exactly?” Dustin asks.
“Uh…probably a year and a half, two years,” I mumble.
He lets out a low whistle and Rudy nudges him. “How is that even possible?” he asks.
“What do you mean?” I laugh.
“I mean, how is it possible that you’ve gone that long without someone snatching you up? You’re insanely gorgeous, you’re sweet and funny and just a little bit nerdy…you’re like Kryptonite to most guys, you should have a half dozen wrapped around your finger.”
I glance at Rudy, expecting to see some jealousy at his partner flirting with me, but to my surprise, he’s simply nodding in agreement.
“I really don’t get out much, other than for work,” I say honestly, “And I didn’t really meet any gems through the restaurant.”
I know some of the other servers had been hooking up with guys from the back-of-house staff, but I’d never indulged, personally. They just weren’t my type.
“You need to fix that,” Dustin tells me in a tone that’s half-joking, half-admonishing, “Everybody’s got needs.”
My face flames and Rudy snickers. “Dustin, behave, you’re gonna scare off our nanny.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I blurt out, “I mean, as long as you guys want me here, I’ll be here.”
I try to make the words sound more casual and less intense, but I’m tripping over my tongue.
Heat shoots through me when I feel fingertips under my chin, tilting my face up so I’m looking into Dustin’s eyes. “Is that so?” he asks, his voice low, “Nothing’s gonna scare you off, huh?”
That heat flooding my face flows south, pooling between my thighs. My heart races and my throat tightens. I can’t bring words to my lips, so I just shake my head. I glance at Rudy, again expecting jealousy, but to my surprise, he’s watching intently, almost…hungrily.
I wouldn’t admit it, but that would be the one thing that would scare me off, the idea that I’m causing some kind of rift in their little family. Just because I’m attracted to them doesn’t mean I’m willing to be anyone’s “mistress.” At least, not in the conventional sense. But if they’re both on board, then it becomes a different game entirely.
I’m not sure what’s happening at first, and it takes my brain a few seconds to process that Dustin’s mouth is on mine. It’s unlike any kiss I’ve ever been on the receiving end of, slow and sweet, but still rough and intense.
Another flood of heat washes through me and I melt into the kiss, every nerve in my body alight and tinging. But all too quickly, he pulls back. At least, it feels too quick. It could have been a single moment, it could have been an hour. My head is spinning.