Bedtime Stories for Grownups
Getting It
I WOKE WITH A START when the garbage truck dropped the dumpster behind my townhouse. Oh, my head. I snuggled up against Jane and cupped her breast in my hand as we spooned together in bed, my hard cock wedged comfortably between her ass cheeks. She moaned a little and turned to kiss me good morning.
Fucking hell! This wasn’t Jane.
And the worst day of my life began.
Again.
I kissed Suze on her bare shoulder.
“I love you,” I whispered. “No matter how weird stuff gets today, please remember that I love you. And please make me one of those anti-hangover concoctions of yours. I need to face this day.” Again, I told myself. Again.
I was in and out of the shower, shaved, and dressed in fifteen minutes. I had a notepad and pen in my pocket and already had my topcoat on when I sat at the kitchen table to drink my coffee and medicine.
“Suze, I have to tell you something urgently. Jane will be here in a few minutes and I have to run out that door within two minutes of when she turns her key. I can’t say everything that needs to be said. I love you. I’ve always loved you. But I’ve always loved Jane, too. If there is any way in your hearts that you can both find to love me, I’m begging you to be my ambassador to Jane,” I pled.
“Dallas, besides the obvious, what is going on?”
“If I don’t leave here exactly on time, a little boy and his mother will die. A little girl will not get the treatment she needs. I won’t get my job back and my boss will be fired. An old woman will die. A mission will close. It’s all too much, Suze. You saw me through last night when I was at my lowest. Please see me through today when I have at least a little hope.” I stood and kissed Suze. Kissed her the way I meant it. Poured my love into every touch of our lips.
“I didn’t expect to find you quite like this,” Jane said from behind me. Oh god! It was almost too late. I didn’t have time for words. I caught her in my arms and kissed her—hard—passionately.
“Please, listen to Suze and meet me at Daniel’s tonight. I’m begging you both. I love you.”
I bolted out the door and down the steps. I was late. I ran for the bus stop. I was too far away.
“Bruce! No! Catch that child!” I screamed. His mother turned, saw her toddler teetering on the edge of the curb and grabbed his hand as the bus screeched to a stop. He was safe. People turned to stare at me. The driver got off the bus.
“Are you all right?” she asked the mother.
“My baby. He saved my baby.” People turned to stare at me, some saying, “Nice job!”
“How did you know his name?” she asked me.
“I’m not sure. I think I’ve heard you mention it before. If not at this bus stop, maybe another,” I mumbled.
“I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Keep an eye on this precious little bundle,” I said. “Make sure he grows up knowing how much you love him.”
“You get right on the bus. No charge,” the driver said to me.
“I’m not actually boarding this morning,” I said. “I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” I stepped around the people and headed on up to the corner. People were still thanking me until I couldn’t hear them anymore. I walked up to the phone store, got the phone I needed, and installed my SIM card. I only checked to make sure the voicemail was the same and then walked four blocks to the café and the liquor store next to it. I bought my Lotto ticket and entered the café. Someone was sitting at my table. This wasn’t right. Things had gone so smoothly at the bus stop and phone store that I was running early now. I sat at the counter and a burly guy named Guy slammed a cup of coffee down in front of me. I started to order but he waved me away.
“I know what everyone wants,” he said. “Nobody orders at the counter. They eat what I serve.” His voice was like gravel from a dump truck. I scribbled a note on my notepad and by the time I was finished, he put a plate with a western omelet on it in front of me. It was good. But I still didn’t see Donnabelle.
“Where’s Donnabelle this morning?” I asked.
“Called in. Kid’s sick again. Might as well not come back.” Fuck! How could I help her help her kid if she wasn’t there? This wasn’t right! I slapped a twenty on the counter and ran out the door. I saw her walking toward the restaurant dabbing at her eyes and sniffling.
“Donnabelle?” I called. She stopped and looked at me.
“Do I know you?” she asked.
“We’ve met a few times but I don’t expect you to remember. How’s our little Angel?”
“She was sick and I called in, but my neighbor said she’d look in on her so I could go to work.”
“Donnabelle, how much do you earn in a day?” I asked.
“Fifty-six dollars and tips—usually about a hundred. Why?” She looked at me suspiciously.
“You need to be with your baby today. Here. Take this, please.” I handed her three hundred-dollar bills. “And I’d like you to do me a favor.”
“Yeah, right. Here, keep your damned money. I’m no whore.”
“No, no, no! It’s not that kind of favor. This is really not a big deal. I’m leaving town. I won’t be here tomorrow. I’d like you to take my lottery ticket,” I said.
“Thanks, but there’s isn’t a ghost of a chance that this will win,” she sneered.
“Donnabelle, I don’t know how to say this. This ticket is going to win.”
“So, why don’t you keep it?”
“I don’t need it. I need you to take it.”
“So, what’s the catch?”
“I’d like you to promise me that when you win, you will donate one million dollars to the Gospel Mission down on Union Avenue. And don’t tell them where the money came from. That’s all I’m asking. The lump sum payout after taxes on this ticket will be fifty-six million dollars. Can you promise me that you’ll give a million of that to the mission?”
“I could just lie to you.”
“Would you do that? Fifty-five million dollars will take care of you and your daughter for the rest of your lives and give you money to donate to the hospital that has kept Angel alive. Isn’t that what you’d really like?” I asked.
“You trust me?”
“I do. I trust your love for Angel. Take this and go to her now and buy her that birthday present you couldn’t get her a few weeks ago. The instructions for the mission are on the note.” I offered her the ticket and note again. When she took it, I turned and left without waiting for a response. A block away I hailed a cab.
I’d gone from running late at the bus stop to running early everywhere else. I’d been at the café before Donnabelle got there. With the cab ride, I was an hour earlier than usual at the office. I needed more cash and hit the ATM in our lobby for the maximum amount. I went straight to Emory’s office where I could hear raised voices behind his door. His admin tried to stop me from entering but I opened the door anyway.
“His head is too big for his shoulders,” Mike yelled. “His ego is bigger than the company.”
“You need to take a break, Mike,” Emory yelled. “I need to get him back.”
“Wait, gentlemen,” I said calmly. I hadn’t known that Mike’s ‘break’ was forced on him. “Please, I came to apologize and to see if we can work something out. Please don’t send Mike away. He was doing his job and I challenged him in an inappropriate setting.”
“Are you saying you accept the new compensation package, Dallas?” Emory asked. Mike looked like he was ready to come at me with both fists raised.
“Not exactly,” I said. “As your top producer, it’s not a good or even acceptable deal to me. But Mike is a good manager and he thought this out carefully. The lower producers are valuable to the team but they can’t make it with the old comp package. I think there’s a compromise that might work if we can talk it out without losing our tempers. And Mike, don’t think that’s pointed at you. I lost my temper and what I said was totally uncalled for.”
“Let’s hear your compromise,” Emory said. “I tried to get in touch with you all last evening.”
“I broke my phone. That’s what I mean about tempers,” I nodded. “Sorry. Here’s what I think. Cutting my commission by a third in return for a health club and base salary sucks. But some of those guys need a consistent salary to get started. They’re dry for six to nine months and then get one paycheck. Some of them have kids and spouses and need better health coverage. Here’s what I’m thinking. Give them the support they need, but dangle a carrot in front of them at the same time. To be a really viable asset to the company, a salesperson needs at least three million in sales a year. So, what if we keep Mike’s compensation plan up to the three million mark. Everyone draws a five grand monthly salary against two percent commission on three million dollars. We get our health benefits, just like you laid them out and the added 401k match. Three percent commission on three million is ninety grand. Two percent is only sixty grand. You can’t tell me that the company can’t cover the cost of the extra benefits out of the thirty thousand difference and still save some money, too. After a salesperson has exceeded three million in sales, he or she bumps up to three percent on the excess. Everybody wins.”
“Except you,” Mike said. “You’ve made it clear that this is a pay cut for you.”
“Yeah. I’m knocking down 300k a year right now on 10 mil. This will cut that by ten percent. Not by a third. I’m willing to take that cut for the good of the team,” I said.
“Mike, that would work. It treats everyone the same and essentially has everything you and HR asked for, doesn’t it?” Emory asked.
“It’s not putting any more money in the company coffers,” he said.
“We can’t have it both ways, Mike. If we’re telling people this is for their benefit and then really using it to increase the profit margin, we aren’t being level with our employees. This wasn’t supposed to be a cost-saving maneuver.”
“If you’re good with that, Emory, I’m good. There’s one other thing I want out of this, though,” Mike said. I held my breath. “I want a training routine in which a new sales employee shadows Dallas for one hundred days. No commission for the newbie during that time—just salary. If we can take a three million producer and turn him into a six million producer at a cost of one hundred days—less than fifteen grand—we’re ahead. If Dallas is serious about working as a team, it should be perfect for him as well since he’ll effectively have an assistant doing the shit-work.”
“Dallas?” Emory looked at me.
“You’re driving a hard deal, Mike. But I’ve lived this day over and over and I’m willing to try it your way,” I said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go rescue Carlo Bonelli and close a deal.”
I worked like a demon for nearly five hours, but at four o’clock my phone alarm chimed and I grabbed my hat.
“Hey, Dal. Mike tells me that I’m supposed to shadow you for a hundred days,” Dan said as I was leaving my office. “When do I start?”
“It’s Valentine’s Day, Dan,” I said. “I’m not having you shadow me to dinner with my lovers. Get something special for your sweetheart and get out of here. We’ll start fresh on Monday morning. I’m taking tomorrow off.”
“Nice,” he said. “See you Monday.”
I rushed down to the park. This was going to be tricky. I sat on my bench and watched Mildred making her way toward me. As soon as she bent to her task at the waste bin, I stood up between her and the two muggers headed toward her. They started to push by me.
“Stu. Tiny,” I said calmly. “I understand you two can be depended on. I need an errand run.” The two guys stopped and turned to me.
“Who’d you hear that from?” Stu asked.
“The people we know don’t want to be known,” I said. “This is a simple and completely legal job that will keep you out of jail and off the street tonight. Just one question. Are you in?”
“How much?”
“Two hundred each.”
“I’m in,” Tiny said. “But you’ve got to get that old lady off our block. She’s bad for business.”
“I’ll take her to the mission,” I said.
“What do we have to do?”
“You know the KFC two blocks over?” I asked. They nodded. “There’s an order waiting. Pick it up and bring it to the Gospel Mission. Plan on staying for dinner.”
“That’s all?” I nodded. “Two hundred?” I nodded again.
“Let’s go.”
The two guys headed toward KFC. I’d called the order in and given them my credit card number. The chicken would be ready by the time they got there.
“Mildred?”
“Yes?”
“It’s almost dinner time. We should go to the mission and get some food,” I said.
“Jerry? Are you joining me for dinner at last?” Jerry? Who the hell is Jerry? Oh well.
“I’ll eat with you, Mildred, but you know I can’t stay,” I assured her.
“Yes. Okay. Alice will be waiting for us. You never stay, Jerry. But I can’t forget you.” I listened to her talk as we walked to the mission. She clutched both bags in one hand and held my arm with the other. “You had to go off and fight in that damned war. You couldn’t stay. It’s Valentine’s Day, Jerry. The same as the day you left. We had breakfast that day. After such a wonderful night. And then you answered the call. Why didn’t you come back to me, Jerry? You are my Valentine. I wait for you every Valentine’s Day and here you are at last. I know you can’t stay. I won’t try to make you. But maybe one day—one beautiful Valentine’s Day—you’ll take me with you. Think about it, Jerry. Maybe tonight, you could take me with you. Okay?”
“Okay, Mildred. Maybe tonight,” I answered, not really knowing what she was talking about. We got to the mission and Alice let us in.
“We’re just about to start the Valentine Feast,” she said as we came through the door.
“Alice, look. Jerry came to join me tonight. That’s all right, isn’t it?”
“Of course it is, Mildred. You find your place and let’s let your guest wash up. You know we saved him a place next to you,” Alice said. Mildred let go of my hand and went off to the dining room.
“I don’t know who you are, but thank you for humoring her. You can leave if you want now,” Alice said.
“Do you mind if I stay?” I asked.
“If you really want to,” she said.
“I took the liberty of ordering in some chicken and fixings to supplement dinner tonight. The couriers should be here soon. They’d like to stay to eat as well.”
“You’ve really done that? Thank you, young man. Who are you really?” Alice asked.
“Let’s just say I’m Jerry and leave it at that, okay?” The two thugs appeared at the mission door with their sacks of food. I had two hundred for each of them in my pants pocket. Alice and I helped them distribute the food to the thirty or so men and women who had gathered at the shelter for dinner and a warm place to spend the night. Stu and Tiny sat down where they were told and I took my place next to Mildred. I looked at the little red heart next to my plate with ‘Jesus loves you’ scrawled across it. We ate and while Alice spoke her little sermon to the gathering, I surreptitiously flipped the construction paper heart over and wrote on it, ‘Jerry loves you.’ When Mildred turned to talk to the woman next to her, I switched the hearts and slipped away.
I had to walk a block to find a cab. I was running late again. I had waited all the way through the meal and had even eaten a chicken wing and some macaroni and cheese. I just hoped that both Suze and Jane would be waiting for me.
“Dallas,” I said shortly.
“Your ladies are waiting,” the hostess smiled. “Got room for a third in your harem?” I turned and looked at her. She winked. “I know. Not tonight. Let me know if a position opens up, though. You know. Missionary. Doggie. Cowgirl. I pretty much like them all.” The only position I could think of for her was over my knee. It would be cute if I didn’t know what a bitch the little golddigger really was. I was so taken aback by her flirting that I was at the table before I’d actually seen the ladies. They were both there.
I wasn’t nearly in the same class as the vision in front of me. They were dressed in matching, Valentine red dresses off the right shoulder. Suze with her dark wavy hair and Jane with her straight blonde tresses. Both looked like they’d spent the day at a beauty parlor. They were so perfect it made me want to weep. I forgot all about the hostess.
“You are both so beautiful and I love you both with my whole heart. I was so afraid you wouldn’t come tonight—that you wouldn’t give me a chance.”
“Sit down, Dallas,” Jane said, smiling at me. “We obviously need to talk and what better place than our favorite restaurant?” I sat across from them and they waited for me to speak.
“First, Jane, I am so sorry. I betrayed you and that hurts me as much as it must hurt you. I could try to blame it on all the terrible things that happened yesterday, but the truth is I was too wrapped up in myself to consider how I affected anyone else. I hurt you and I will never be able to take that away. I love you and I’m just so sorry,” I said.
“Dal, I know…”
“Please, Jane. Let me finish so you have all the ammunition you need. I’ve relived this day a hundred times trying to get this right. I can’t stop.” She nodded and I turned to Suze. “Suze, please don’t think for a minute that the only reason we made love last night was because I was too drunk to resist. Since the day I met you, I’ve wanted to make love to both of you. But it was gutless and cruel of me to take you under the pretense that I needed you for comfort. It wasn’t because I lost my job or because I was drunk. It was because I love you. I’m so sorry for not treating you the way a woman I love should be treated.”
There were tears sparkling in both women’s eyes and I was afraid I’d gone too far. But there was only one way I could ever hope to end this cycle. Today had a happy ending for everyone so far. I wanted a happy ending for my women as well.
“Thank you, Dallas,” Suze said. The women were holding hands on the table. I wanted so much to reach out and touch them, but I had to plunge on ahead.
“Jane and Suze, this is outrageous and if you stand up and leave, I will understand. I will be heartbroken, but your happiness is all that matters to me right now,” I said. “I love you both. I’ve always loved you both and I don’t know how we went from being three together to being a couple and a friend. My whole life was based on what I believed was expected and I realized—recently—that I was acting selfishly in everything I did. I took Jane and I lusted for Suze. But in my heart, I’ve always known that we all belong together. I don’t know how it works. I don’t know if it can work. I know that I want the two women I love more than the world to be happy and if you can’t be happy with me, then I want you happy without me. Maybe we are back to step one in our relationship where we just go out together and all have fun like we did when we started. Or maybe you don’t feel the same way and we all say goodbye. But I want to tell you both that I love you and if there is any way that we can all be together, I will provide for you, protect you, and love you and our children for the rest of my life and on into the grave.”
We sat looking at each other and tears leaked from all our eyes. A dark streak of mascara ran down their cheeks. I picked up my napkin and reached across to dab at Jane’s cheek, then Suze leaned forward and I wiped hers as well.
“You’ll… um… probably want to go freshen up,” I said. They looked at each other and both giggled a little.
“Yeah,” Jane said. “But not until we’ve had our say, too. Dallas, we love you. Both of us. As much as we love each other,” she said, lifting Suze’s hand to her lips. Each other?
“You were right,” Suze said. “Yesterday was no accident. I’m sorry you were drunk, but I wasn’t. I knew we were going to make love when I took you out. Jane and I had even talked about it. It wasn’t the way we planned to introduce the idea to you, but when the opportunity arose…”
“…and from what I understand it really arose,” Jane said.
“Yes. And I sort of grabbed the bull by the horns,” Suze laughed. “Is that where the word horny comes from?”
“Dallas, I’ve hated not having Suze with us all the time. And, you might have a little trouble with this, but I’ve hated not having you with Suze and me all the time. When you met us, we weren’t just two hot roommates on the prowl. We were already lovers.”
“You wouldn’t believe the number of nights we spent describing what we would do together with you and getting each other off on it,” Suze added. “Dallas, do you really love both of us and want to be with us both?”
“I do,” I said.
“I like the sound of that,” Suze laughed.
“I liked the part where he said he’d provide and protect and love both us and our children,” Jane added. “Could we really have children? All of us together?”
“I’m overwhelmed but yes, yes, yes,” I said. “In a hundred replays of how this day could end, I never imagined that you already agreed. I love you both so much!”
“Then let’s go home and you can show us,” Jane said.
We’d never even ordered. I went to the hostess and smiled as I handed her my credit card.
“You didn’t order or eat!” she said. “I can’t take your card.”
“I’d like you to make out a bill to the restaurant for a hundred dollars since we occupied a table that I’m sure you could have used for someone else. And then I’d like to add a hundred dollar tip each for the waiter, the chef, and you. We want to come back here again soon to celebrate. Tonight, though, we need to do our celebrating elsewhere.”
“Oh wow! Now I know I’m in love.” She filled out the ticket and ran the card. “Sure there’s no other positions available?”
“Let me help you have a better life,” I said. She looked at me startled. I don’t think she was really propositioning us. “You have a hundred-dollar tip. Here’s another twenty. Find someone on the street to help with it. It won’t cost you anything because it’s not coming out of your money, right? You’ll be amazed at how much good you can do.” She handed me my topcoat and I led my ladies to the elevator.
At home, we were still a little slow about moving to the next phase. The two women took the lead by kissing each other and then turning expectantly to me. I kissed each of them. Then we joined together a little awkwardly and all kissed together. Our clothes got careful treatment since they had such beautiful matching dresses on. I unzipped Jane’s dress and when she stepped out of it, she had nothing else under it. I sighed. Suze turned to her and kissed her as I unzipped the matching dress and found a matching wardrobe beneath it.
“So beautiful. So beautiful,” I said as they embraced fully and kissed deeply.
“Now you,” Jane said. She pulled off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt as Suze removed my belt and pulled my slacks down.
“You wore a lot more clothes than we did,” she laughed. I started to say something, but Jane closed my mouth with hers and pressed her full round breasts into my bare chest. I felt my shorts come down and my cock was slurped into Suze’s mouth. We hadn’t done that last night. I’d simply rolled on top of her and ravished her before passing out. My hand stroked Jane’s side and slipped down to her pussy of its own accord. She was wet and as I stroked her, Suze lifted from my cock and nudged my fingers away so she could lick at Jane. After a moment, Jane pulled at Suze and lifted her to embrace us both. We kissed.
“You taste like both of us,” Jane said. “I can’t wait to find out what we all three taste like together.” We moved to the bed and pushed the covers aside so we could lie down. “Come in me, lover,” Jane whispered. Put your cock in me and tell me how much you love me. I love you, Dallas.” I moved over her and Suze grasped my cock to position it, pulling me into Jane until she had to let go so I could sink fully into her. Then, embracing us both, she kissed all over us. Jane rose rapidly and when she climaxed, I pumped harder for a few strokes and filled her with my come.
“Stay hard,” Suze encouraged me. “Please stay hard and come in me.” She lay down next to Jane and Jane pushed me slightly so my erection would come out of her. I moved onto Suze and Jane pulled me to Suze’s waiting pussy.
“He’s hard and still wet from my pussy,” Jane said. “I didn’t clean him off so he’s putting my pussy juice into you. I’m finally in you, Suze. I love you.” Jane and I met at Suze’s lips and the three of us kissed as I fell fully into the hot wet center of her body. Suze was faster to her peak than Jane. I was slower. Jane pushed at my ass to keep me stroking into Suze. “Fill her, lover. Make us both mommies.” That little encouragement caused my thrusts to heat up and Suze rose to another climax as I sprayed my seed into her. We panted and I kept my weight off her as I softened. I rolled to the side, spent.
“Now you get to see the other part of our triangle,” Suze said. Jane turned and crawled on top of Suze, diving for her pussy and lowering her hips so Suze could reach the come dripping out of Jane. In this sixty-nine, there was little I could do but kiss and pet my lovers as they loved each other.
I’m no superman, so the completion of the third leg of our triangle was the completion of our love-making, but only the beginning of our cuddle.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I whispered to them. “I love you.”
I WOKE TO THE SOUND of something missing. A crash I expected. I heard nothing. I snuggled up against Suze and cupped her breast in my hand as we spooned together in bed, my hard cock wedged comfortably between her ass cheeks. She moaned a little.
I kissed her. I knew who I was holding and thought about the day to come. I was still here in the same bed ready to start the…
Not the worst day of my life at all. My most recent foray into Valentine’s Day had certainly been the best day of my life. Why was I starting it over? A tear slipped out of my eye and dropped on Suze’s shoulder. I rolled slightly away from her and directly into Jane’s arms.
Both!
I sat up straight in bed. My head was clear with no trace of a hangover. On my right, Suze snuggled naked against me. On my left, Jane lifted her lips to kiss me. I kissed her lovingly. Then passionately.
“Me, too?” Suze said, pulling me toward her. I kissed her and held her—held both of them tightly to me.
“What day is it?” I gasped.
“Friday, February 15,” Jane said. “The day after the most wonderful Valentine’s Day in history.”
“Yeah. I’d like to live that over again,” Suze laughed.
“How about if we just try to make today better yet,” I sighed. “I’ve lived that day a hundred times. I’m ready to move on with our new lives together.”
“How about if you move on me,” Suze said. “And then move in me. And then move on Jane…”
“…and in Jane,” Jane said.
Never before have I so looked forward to the start of a new day.
The End
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