Story 1: The Let’s Have a Good Time

Tarl Cabot sat at his kitchen table, staring at the blinking cursor on his computer screen. He was a retired telephone lineman, and life had slowed significantly since his working days. His rugged hands, once used to wrangling cables, now fidgeted as he scrolled through messages on his computer.

For the past few weeks, he’d been chatting with a woman named Jenna. Jenna was different from anyone he’d met before. She was stunning, a blonde bombshell with a playful, and uninhibited lifestyle, something Tarl hadn’t felt in years.

They had talked about everything, from his fantasies to her wild adventures. He couldn’t believe she had taken such an interest in him. And now, they had made plans to meet in person. She was coming over today.

Tarl had spent the entire morning preparing for her visit, tidying up his modest home and ensuring the backyard patio was clean. It wasn’t much, but it was peaceful just the kind of place he thought Jenna might enjoy.

He drove to a local microbrewery and bought some local craft beers, thinking they could sit out there and talk under the setting sun.

As Tarl pulled into his driveway, he noticed something odd. The front gate to his backyard was already open. A chill of unease ran down his spine. He hadn’t left it that way.

Stepping out of his truck, carrying the small case of beers. He made his way around the side of the house and toward the backyard, unsure of what he’d find. And then, he saw her.

Jenna was lounging on one of the patio chairs, her blonde hair flowing down her back, catching the afternoon light. She was every bit as beautiful as she’d described herself, maybe more so, in the flesh. She wore a tight, low-cut sundress that hugged her curvaceous figure perfectly.

He could make out her toned physique and it was nearly impossible to ignore the enormous breasts threatening to burst the straps of the poor sundress. If he had to guess, he’d call them H or maybe J-Cups.

But there was something else. She wasn’t alone.

Two men, large and muscular black men, stood beside her. Both were dressed casually, but their presence was undeniable. One was taller, his build towering over the other, and they were comfortable with Jenna.

The taller man leaned against the patio railing, while the other stood closer to the chair Jenna sat in. They were both watching him as he approached.

Jenna noticed Tarl and broke into a smile, standing up to greet him. “Tarl!” she called, her voice was airy and inviting. “You’re here! I hope you don’t mind, but I brought a couple of my friends along.”

Tarl’s eyes flicked between her and the two men. He felt his pulse quicken, but there was no hostility in their faces, only calm assurance.

“These are Samuel,” she gestured to the man closest to her, “and Michael.” She pointed to the taller man by the railing. “I didn’t want to come alone, and they insisted on tagging along. I hope that’s okay?”

Tarl swallowed hard, trying to gather his thoughts. This wasn’t what he had imagined when he’d pictured their first meeting. “Uh ... yeah,” he said slowly. “I didn’t expect company, but ... sure.”

Samuel nodded politely. “Nice to meet you, Tarl. Jenna’s told us a lot about you.”

Michael, the taller one, crossed his arms and gave a slight smile. “Yeah, man. We’re just here to hang out, no worries.”

Tarl wasn’t sure how to respond, but Jenna’s smile put him at ease, at least a little. She walked over to him and took the beers from his hands, her fingers brushing against his, sending a shiver through him.

“These for everyone?” she asked softly, her eyes locking onto his. Tarl nodded. “You’re such a gentleman,” Jenna said.

Tarl exhaled slowly, feeling a bit of the tension leave his body. The situation was strange, but not threatening. Jenna seemed comfortable with the men, and they weren’t giving off any bad vibes.

Maybe this was just how things were with her, open, and unpredictable.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” she asked, stepping a little closer to him, her body nearly touching his as she looked up into his eyes.

Tarl looked from Jenna to Samuel and Michael, then back to her. This wasn’t exactly what he had signed up for, but there was something about Jenna that made him want to trust her. He nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay. Let’s ... let’s have a good time.”

Jenna took two beers, one for her and one for Tarl, and passed the rest to Samuel and Michael who accepted them and each took one. Jenna sat back down and patted the chair next to her for Tarl to sit.

“Can I be upfront with you?” Jenna asked, taking a long pull from the beer. Tarl nodded for her to go on. “I mean honest?”

“Sure ... Tell me anything,” Tarl insisted. But truthfully he wasn’t completely ready for what she admitted.

“I don’t normally date one on one ... You know, I think I’ve mentioned that before,”

Tarl nodded, suddenly sensing where this might be going, and downing his beer.

“How would you feel about a foursome?” Her smile disarming as she smiled at him, waiting for his answer.

“Wow ... I wasn’t expecting that,” Tarl was fighting to keep his shock and trepidation in check and hoped no one else noticed. “I’m not all that experienced with any of this.”

“Is it because they are guys?” Jenna asked. A look crossed her face that he couldn’t read. “I didn’t mean to imply...” But Tarl cut her off.

“No, it’s not that ... I’ve been kind of curious for a while,” Tarl laughed nervously. “I guess I’m a victim of believing in stereotypes.”

Michael spoke up then. “Nah, Man ... We are pretty large,” Samuel nodded.

“Yeah, ask Jenna, she’s had us before...” Samuel cupped his crotch and hefted it a few times for emphasis. “Nothing to sneeze it in here, I’ll tell you.”

Tarl became contemplative for a few moments. Tension rose around the pool as he considered what to do. This wasn’t what he’d planned. He wasn’t even sure this was what he wanted. But he made his decision fairly quickly.

“Like I said ... Let’s have a good time!” His repeated declaration defused any tension.

Michael stood away from his spot and walked over to Tarl. Putting his hand on Tarl’s shoulder he said in a mellow voice. “Don’t worry, man ... We’ll bring you in slow and easy,” The smile on Michael’s face was equal parts calming and sinister.

Michael lifted Jenna off my lap and I heard her squeal and giggle. Samuel stood in front of me and offered his hand. I took it and stood. He was just my height and I looked into his dark eyes.

“This may be new for you ... But if you relax and just follow our lead, I promise you’re gonna love it,” Michael’s confidence was intoxicating and as close to him as I was now, I could smell his heady scent.

He had a warm, musky smell, a sharp hint of cloves with cinnamon undertones that sent my brain into a spin. I barely noticed he had taken my hand and rested it on his crotch. I reflexively squeezed the large bulge and Michael laughed softly.

He was unbuttoning my shirt now, “You never get enough, once you’ve had it,” I felt a cool breeze against my chest as he threw my shirt off of my shoulders. A slight gasp escaped his lips as he stared at my bare chest.

“Man, what is that?” he asked in a low, awestruck voice. Michael moved in close as well, Jenna still clinging to his neck. What Samuel saw was a wide, ragged scar that was about ten or eleven inches long.

It was fully an inch and a half wide and ran from my collarbone down to the bottom of my rib cage. “It’s the scar from my open heart surgery,” Samuel’s gaze became more focused. “They had to stop my heart to replace a couple of bad arteries.”

Samuel ran a finger, lightly over the scar. “Man, that is Gangsta!” He put a hand under my chin and looked me in the eye. “I’m gonna treat you so good...” his words trailed off as his lips met mine and my brain exploded.