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What Chocolate Mousse Can Do

By: carsonshepherd



Thanks to TH and S for helping me with this story. You are the best.

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"A bunch of us are going out tonight, Shannon," Eva said in the cafeteria, at lunch. "Why don't you come with us?"

Immediately Shannon started to say no. David didn't like her to go out at night; he said he worried about her so much, he almost went crazy until she came home safe. Those girls Shannon worked with at the hospital were all wild sluts; and if she hung around with sluts people would think she was one too. Automatically, she started to say no, but then she remembered: David couldn't tell her what to do anymore; in fact, he couldn't come within fifty feet of her. The court order signed by the judge said so. 

"Okay," Shannon answered with a shy smile. She was determined to make friends with her co-workers at her new job. At the other hospital where she nursed for three years, she knew their names, but none of them were her friends. Friendship took work; time and energy she didn't have to spare. Besides, what would she say when the conversation came around, the way it always did, to husbands and boyfriends? How could she explain David, the things he did and said?

When she finally left him two months ago, Shannon didn't have one single friend left from before she met David. One by one he'd driven them off. She had her family, and they were ecstatic she'd finally gotten the courage to leave; but she couldn't spend all her time with her mom and dad, even if they did beg her to move back home. Being distant was almost a habit; but now she had a second chance in life, and she was determined to move forward and break those old patterns. No matter how difficult it was.

The second week at her new job, on the neo-natal floor of Baptist Hospital, Eva had decided to befriend Shannon; and even if she didn't know exactly why, Shannon was happy. Eva was so beautiful and charismatic, every man and half the women on the nursing staff followed her like puppies. For the most part, Shannon always found gorgeous women shallow and vain, but Eva was altogether different. Eva was nice, so nice that at first, Shannon thought she was faking it. It took quite awhile for her to believe that yes, Eva really was as kind as sweet as she appeared.

Balancing their trays, Eva and Shannon went over to their usual lunch table in the corner where the rest of Eva's crowd waited, calling out greetings and eagerly waving them over. Shannon smiled as she sat down next to Kyle. 

"I saved you a seat, darlin," he told her warmly.

The first day Eva introduced Shannon to Kyle, when they were riding the elevator back up to the neo-natal floor, Eva sighed dramatically, swooning back against the elevator wall. "Isn't he the cutest?"

"He's cute," Shannon said cautiously. Six feet tall and athletic, Kyle had tousled brown hair, streaked with blonde highlights only the sun could impart; deep blue eyes framed in long dark lashes, a firm but boyish jaw; revealing perfect teeth and dazzling dimples when he flashed his magnetic smile.

"And such a flirt. But why are the really interesting men always gay?" Eva lamented, shaking her head.

"Oh, he's gay." Instead of being disappointed, Shannon was relieved. Now she didn't have to worry that he was hitting on her, instead of harmlessly flirting, and she could enjoy his friendship without worrying what his intentions might be.

That was a few weeks ago. Since then she and Kyle discovered they lived in the same apartment complex, and they'd gotten into the habit of walking the short blocks to work together when they were both on day shift. It was so close there was no point in driving unless it rained. Once Kyle discovered the joys of Shannon's muffins and coffee cakes, he showed up early enough in the morning to have coffee with her; she bought some homespun Irish yarn at the knit shop and she was knitting Kyle and Eva matching scarves.

"Is that all you're eating?" Kyle was frowning at Shannon's lunch of a salad and blueberry yogurt. 

"I'm not very hungry," she explained softly. 

"You need to eat more, sweetheart. You're too thin." Kyle picked up half his tuna sandwich and put it on Shannon's tray. "Here you go."

With a grateful smile Shannon nibbled the sandwich. Not eating much was another habit. David scowled sullenly if Shannon ate everything on her plate; when a waiter asked her if she wanted dessert, David answered for her. "She doesn't need it." Despite being a perfect size 3, Shannon never ate the tempting things she made for David. He was such a picky eater. No matter how hard she tried, he never would eat anything she cooked more than once; if he said it was good and she made it again, he'd say he was tired of it. The bookshelves bulged with cookbooks Shannon bought, thinking that if she just tried enough new recipes, he'd finally like her cooking and appreciate the efforts she made to please him. Meanwhile, her petite, willowy frame had dwindled down to frail. 

Everyone at the table was joking about Dr. Bradshaw, the new resident who was rotating through orthopedics on Kyle's floor this week. Eva, who knew all the best gossip, revealed he was single, and while they were trying to figure out who should ask him out, someone suggested Shannon. Everyone laughed as she blushed scarlet; everyone except Kyle.

"Unless he heals babies by day and fights crime at night, he's not good enough for Shannon," Kyle snapped. A chorus of "Oooos" came up from the table.

"Looks like somebody wants the cute doctor for himself," was the taunt. Kyle grinned, but he still looked fierce. A look that said, if anyone messed with Shannon, they'd have to deal with him.

It had been so long since Shannon had been out to a club. Later that night, in track pants and a t-shirt, she pulled out everything in her closet until she was surrounded by what few clothes she'd taken when she made her escape, whatever could fit into a couple of suitcases. She had no idea what people wore when they went out anymore. Practically the only clothes she had were scrubs. Nothing cute, nothing to wear to a nightclub.

What am I doing? Shannon sank down on the floor and stared straight ahead. I don't have any clothes. I don't have any furniture. I barely remember how to talk to a man, let alone flirt or dance or anything else Eva did so effortlessly.

"I should just stay home," Shannon said out loud to her cat Rusty, who was blinking at her from the mattress on the floor that served as her bed. All the furniture had been left behind, except for a couple of antiques her brother managed to fit in his van the day she left. With a sigh Shannon scooped the cat into her arms and hugged him, burying her nose in his clean, kitty-smelling fur while he purred and kneaded her leg with his claws. He was a big black-and-silver tiger with a tinge of rust that gave him his name. The first thing she did when she rented this apartment, right after she left David for good, was went to the city animal shelter and adopted a cat. She always wanted one, but David would never agree to it. He said Shannon wasn't responsible enough and he didn't want to get stuck cleaning the litterbox.

Just when she had herself convinced not to go, there was a loud knock at her front door. Kyle was coming to pick her up. When she unlocked the door he swept in with his usual storm of good humor and energy. She smiled just to see his face; and it helped that he looked breathtakingly handsome in low-riding jeans and a vintage Van Halen t-shirt about a size too small, showing off his gorgeous toned chest muscles and his lean sculpted biceps. A tattoo peeked out from one of his sleeves, black against his smooth skin.

"Girl, why aren't you dressed?" he demanded after he swooped Shannon up and kissed her cheek, holding her loosely in his arms to hear her answer. 

"I'm not going." Shannon shook her head even as she held on to him. He was so nice to hold - warm and strong and nonthreatening. "I don't have any clothes," she explained in a small voice.

"Sure you do. Come on, I'll help you look." He grabbed her hand and marched her toward the bedroom, stopping by the refrigerator to grab a Heineken. Wherever Kyle went, he was completely at home. When they arrived in Shannon's room, Kyle deposited her on the neatly made mattress and gazed at the small array of clothing spread out over the flowered comforter. "Is this everything?" he asked, businesslike.

Shannon nodded miserably. "I… When I moved, I didn't have a chance to pack a lot of things…"

"You don't have to explain," Kyle interrupted in a gentle voice. "Eva told me some of it. But forget that." He reached down and ran his hand over her soft, naturally wavy light brown hair that was caught in a ponytail. "If you go fix your hair and put on your makeup, I'll pick out something for you to wear."

After a quick shower, Shannon toweled her hair dry. She didn't do much to it. Either she put it in a ponytail or left it loose. As far as makeup… well, she hadn't worn it in years. David didn't like it. He said she looked fine the way she was. At first she still wore a little lip gloss, but as the years passed, eventually the only makeup Shannon owned was some tinted ChapStick.

All the nurses on her floor wore makeup, no matter what age they were; they talked about makeup all the time, what kinds they liked, what shades looked good. One of the older ladies, who'd learned about Shannon's sad recent past from Eva, cheerfully brought in a truckload of Mary Kay samples and on a break one day, she gave Shannon a complete makeover. The results were pronounced stunning by everyone; and gratefully Shannon shelled out quite a bit of money on the full line of Mary Kay stuff. In the evenings she faithfully did her cleanser and toner and moisturizer, and she put on a little makeup on days off; but still, she didn't wear it to work. She told herself it was because she didn't have time to keep checking it and reapplying it all day, but really, she knew it was because she still heard David's voice telling her she looked like a whore with all that shit on her face. 

That voice echoed in her ears. She stared in the mirror at her pale, scrubbed face. She thought she had it all under control. She thought that David's silly tantrums and ridiculous demands didn't bother her. She was so used to someone constantly telling her what to do, and how to do it, that she was still hearing his voice in her mind and obeying that voice was a habit. But now Shannon was free. She'd left his sorry ass, and she never had to hear that voice again. To hell with David. With sudden determination she opened her brand-new makeup case and put on all her expensive new Mary Kay makeup; even eyeliner and lipliner, two things she'd never worn before, and some berry lip gloss the other nurses at work just went crazy over the day of her makeover.

When Shannon finished with her makeup, she liked the way it looked so much, she realized her hair just wouldn't do. It was limp and curly, with no real style. When she had the hair dryer and the round brush in hand, the technique came back to her. She blew the curls out and fluffed her hair until it was straight, full, and silky. When Kyle knocked softly on the door, she was scrunching the ends with styling wax to make them stand out.

"Wow, you look great." Kyle stared over her shoulder into the mirror, taking in her hair and face. He grinned at her transformation; and when Shannon looked, so did she. After eight years, she was beginning to recognize herself again.

"I cannot wear that." Shannon shook her head when she saw what Kyle had laid out for her. Some tiny bootcut jeans that she'd bought on sale and never worn, because David thought they were too tight; a pair of pointy-toed black heels, only worn once, to a funeral; and a small, short-sleeved top that was made to go under a suit jacket. It was bright red, with a drawstring running up the front that made it bunchy, and hardly covered her collarbone at all. "It's too…"

"Pretty? Sexy?" Kyle dramatically looked around over both shoulders. "When did your ex-husband walk in? I hear his voice and I want to go kick his ass. Just try it on, sweetie."

There was no need for Kyle to leave the room; Shannon didn't feel a bit funny putting on her bra and panties while he reclined on the bed, flipping through a copy of the Oprah magazine on the nightstand. With some reluctance she put on the outfit he'd picked out; and when she shut the closet door to look at herself in the full-length mirror, Kyle appeared behind her. In the heels the top of her head reached his shoulder. Both their eyes looked her up and down, Shannon's anxious, Kyle's approving. 

"You really really look pretty," Kyle nodded, smiling. "Hmmm… something's missing. Do you have any jewelry or anything?"

"Not much." She gestured at the jewelry box on top of her dresser. Everything David ever gave her, including her gold wedding band, she left behind when she moved out. While she looked at her reflection Kyle dug around until he came up with a long, thin silver chain that had a delicate silver charm in the shape of a butterfly. He hooked it around her narrow waist so the butterfly dangled at her hip. "Perfect," he declared. He'd noticed Shannon's uncertain expression as she looked at herself. "What do you see?" he asked gently.

Shannon stared wonderingly at the image in the mirror. "I see… myself," she answered simply. The Shannon she was before David came along and screwed her up, confused her and manipulated her into being what he wanted, until she was so dead inside, she couldn't remember what she was really like anymore. David took away her identity and she hated him for that; but what she resented most was the time he'd stolen from her. She was thirty years old now and after losing most of her twenties to that asshole, she needed to start living again before it was too late. 

Before meeting David, she used to go out to clubs and parties. She was never a big drinker, but she loved to dance and she loved to wear cute clothes. David made sure she never bought anything too feminine or too pretty; he wanted her to be plain and dull, so no one else would ever see her. Now, she didn't have to hide anymore. She liked wearing this outfit, she told herself firmly. She did look pretty, especially with the makeup and hairstyle. The court had already granted her request to take back her own last name, Hyatt. All she had to do was change all her legal documents. She wasn't David's property anymore. No man was ever, ever going to own her again. Her hazel eyes went up to Kyle's looking at her in the mirror. 

"Thank you," she said softly.

Kyle cleared his throat and ran his hand through his perfectly styled hair without messing it up. "Come on, sweetheart, let's go. Eva's waiting for us at Changes, we don't want her to think we got lost."

The two of them zipped down to Front Street in Kyle's new hybrid car. Changes was a big multi-level dance club housed in an old remodeled warehouse, huge and packed to the rafters with screaming people and loud thumping music on a wild Friday night. The bottom floor was a typical college pick-up bar, but they made their way upstairs to the other bar. The upper level wasn't entirely gay, but it wasn't entirely straight, either. The dance floor was filled with all different combinations: guys dancing with guys, girls dancing with girls, two or three girls dancing with one guy, all drinking and having a good time. Eva was already out on the dance floor with a few other girls Shannon recognized from the hospital. They hooted and hollered and waved her over when she approached with Kyle, exclaiming loudly over her new look. 

At first Shannon stuck to a table, but after two cocktails Kyle ordered called Purple Panties, she was out on the dance floor moving to the music. She hadn't danced in years and now she didn't want to ever stop. The DJ put on a remixed disco song and the floor thinned out while Kyle grabbed Shannon and swept her up. Kyle was an incredible dancer. Even though she didn't know the moves, she put herself into his hands and let him lead; and everyone was watching and cheering as he threw her up into the air. Closing her eyes, she arched her back and stretched out her arms. Kyle wouldn't let her fall. In a moment of complete trust, she flew.

All too soon he caught her and let her lightly find her feet in the heels. It had been years she since wore heels this high, but it was like riding a bike. There were a lot of things that Shannon was remembering now, that she thought she'd forgotten. 

After that Shannon spent almost the entire night on the dance floor. She danced with Eva and Kyle and all the girls from the hospital. While she and Eva moved across the dance floor, oblivious to the stares that followed them, Shannon glanced up through the smoky darkness at one point to see Kyle, off in a corner near the bar. 

With him, next to him, there was a boy; dark, young and pretty. This must be Kyle's boyfriend. He and Kyle were laughing into each other's ears, their cheeks almost touching. As Shannon watched from across the crowded dance floor, the boy's palm snaked up Kyle's belly and stroked his chest; and then a second later, inevitably, Kyle leaned closer and nuzzled his neck before lifting his head and kissing the other kid's lips. A funny feeling washed over Shannon. She'd never seen two men kiss before. Part of her was shocked, she had to admit; this was Kyle here after all, and she knew he was gay but she never really thought about what that actually meant, in practice, until now. But just the same… as she watched their mouths play in a passionate and intense kiss, Shannon's face felt flushed; her nipples hardened under her red top, and between her legs she suddenly felt warm and just a little bit slippery.

"You're such a gorgeous dancer," a voice suddenly cut in on her. Shannon looked up blankly to see that a man had edged between herself and Eva. He seemed harmless enough - the clean-cut, frat boy type - and he was smiling at her as he matched her movements to the music. Impatiently Shannon stared past him to the corner where Kyle just was, but she couldn't see him anymore. 

"What's your name?" the guy asked loudly over the music. Because she couldn't think of anything else to say, and she didn't want to be rude, Shannon told him, but she was more interested in looking for Kyle and his little friend, to see what they were doing.

"Shannon, that's a pretty name. Mine's Jeremy," the guy told her, and she nodded impatiently. She wasn't interested in talking. 

The drinks, the music, the hot feeling of excitement she'd caught from her glimpse of Kyle and his friend, all flooded over her and she lost herself in the motion of the dance floor. The deep throbbing beat of the dance music was sexual in its intensity. With so many people all moving together in a primal rhythm, it was like one big group fuck. Shannon closed her eyes while her hips moved, brushing against a stranger from behind, pressed to the frat boy facing her while his hands moved her down her rib cage, over her hips and slid around to gently put his hands on her ass; all the while she thought about Kyle and the other boy making out, and her pussy began to throb in a natural rhythm with the beat of the music. Sweat mixed with her juices and made her panties damp.

"There you are, sweetie. I've been looking all over for you." 

A strong hand gently took hers and Shannon opened her eyes and smiled somewhat dreamily at Kyle. He was soooo cute. Meanwhile, he was giving her handsy dance partner a dirty look as he led her off the dance floor.

"Are you having a good time, baby?" he asked her as they stopped at the bar, where he bought Shannon another drink.

"Oh, yes," she sighed, leaning against him. He felt so nice.

"Come on, I want you to meet someone." 


What Chocolate Mousse Can Do



"Okay." She followed him through the crowd to a corner table away from the dance floor where the dark-haired boy was waiting. His face lit up when he saw Kyle. Shannon had almost forgotten Kyle even had a boyfriend. He described the relationship as "mostly casual", but the way they touched each other when Kyle sat down very close and the boy snuggled up to him, was hardly casual. Shannon's cheeks felt hot as she tried to keep from staring when they kissed.

"Shannon, this is my boyfriend Stephan," Kyle introduced them. "He's going to school to be an EMT. This is my friend Shannon from the hospital."

"You're as beautiful as Kyle described you," Stephan picked up her hand and kissed it. Shannon giggled. Kyle was thirty-one and Stephan looked to be a few years younger, probably in his early twenties; he seemed very sweet, and Shannon was glad because Kyle needed a sweet man. Also, Stephan was absolutely gorgeous. Kyle was sexy in a wholesome sort of way, but Stephan was dark and exotic, with deep brown eyes and silky black hair, almost too pretty to look at. When he smiled at her Shannon's heart fluttered like a teenager with a crush. They made such a cute couple, holding hands across the table from her, so adorable she just wanted to cuddle both of them; while at the same time, she felt a hot twinge between her legs when the image of their open-mouthed kiss flashed in her mind.

Eventually that picture, along with the drinks, made Shannon's eyes glaze over and she slumped forward slightly. Kyle must have noticed she wasn't listening to the banter between Stephan and himself anymore because she suddenly heard his laugh through her fog. 

"Darlin', it's time to take you home."

She felt herself hauled up and between Kyle and Stephan, they found Eva to say goodbye, then helped Shannon outside. Sleepily, she sank down into the back seat with her head lolling back. After only three drinks, she wasn't exactly drunk; by the time they reached her apartment, less than a block from Kyle's, her buzz had mellowed out, making her more clearheaded and able to walk without stumbling, after she kicked off her high heels, swinging them as she walked barefoot across the dewy grass. 

Taking her keys, Kyle unlocked her door and let the three of them into the living room, flipping on the light while Rusty wound around their ankles. Shannon scooped him up and cooed to him. Kyle liberated two beers from the fridge and handed one to Stephan, and they snuggled together on the couch as Shannon sank down in easy chair next to them with the cat on her lap.

"Maybe you should've gotten a ride home with that guy you were dancing with," Kyle remarked, amused. "You seemed to like the way he was groping you. Did you get his number? We'll call him right now."

"Shannon could do a lot better," Stephan said with a frown. "He looked like a big, dumb frat boy."

"I'll bet I could teach him a few things," Kyle grinned lazily, dodging Stephan's sharp elbow to the ribs. 

"Please," Shannon snorted. She felt warm and pleasantly giggly. "I'm through with men anyway. From now on, it's just me and my cat. Maybe I'll get twenty more cats and just be an old cat lady."

"Men have their uses." Kyle playfully squeezed Stephan's knee.

"I don't need a man for that," Shannon announced. "That's why I have a vibrator."

This comment was so out of character for shy, innocent little Shannon, Kyle and Stephan burst into incredulous laughter. They sat staring at her in amused disbelief as she rambled on.

"I could live without a man forever as long as I had batteries. A man has never given me an orgasm. "

"You can't be serious." Stephan shook his head while Kyle's mouth fell open. "Your ex-husband never gave you an orgasm in how many years of marriage?"

"Seven, and no, never. I swear." Shannon placed her right hand on an imaginary Bible and lifted her left palm. "I had them, but he wasn't in the room. I didn't even have my first orgasm until I was twenty-five years old."

"You're fucking kidding. How is that possible? Didn't you… you know…"

"Sure," Shannon nodded. "But I guess I wasn't doing it right because it mainly just hurt, sticking my fingers in there. And once I figured it out, it took a long time to get it right; once I did, I wasn't even sure what had happened at first." Shannon laughed at herself; across the room, Kyle and Stephan looked like, on one hand, they wanted to laugh, but on the other hand, it was so pathetic they couldn't bring themselves to do it.

Kyle shook his head with a mixture of pity and disbelief.

"And what did your ex-husband think about this? I mean, did you tell him you weren't enjoying sex? Or were you faking it? Did he even care?"

"I wasn't faking; and I'm pretty sure he knew." Shannon shrugged. "He probably just didn't care. We hardly ever had sex anyway. He knew I wanted a baby, but he said he wasn't ready, so he'd only have sex on certain days of the month when he knew I couldn't get pregnant. He didn't want me to get on the Pill because he said it would make me fat."

Identical snarls of rage went over the faces of both of the two guys on the couch. Stephan ground his teeth while Kyle spoke up angrily.

"Where is this ex-husband of yours? The more I hear about him, the more I want to find him and put him out of his misery."

"Well, wherever he is, he's miserable without me." Shannon grinned and nodded. Closing her eyes, she just pictured David sitting all alone in their big house that she'd paid for, surrounded by all the expensive things he wanted that she'd bought, all put in his name. "For tax reasons," he said. That picture alone was worth what she'd been through. He was all alone and crying with nobody to listen to his shit.

"All men aren't like that," Kyle said softly. "All relationships aren't abusive."

Shannon's eyes lifted quickly and met his. "He never hit me."

"Sweetheart, we both know that abuse doesn't always mean hitting," Kyle answered. "Sometimes that's the next step in the cycle. But you work with mothers every day, you've seen it. I see the broken bones every day. Stephan, you'll see it when you work an ambulance, probably the first day. You were smart to get out, Shannon."

"Yeah, really smart. Only took me seven years to figure it out," Shannon shrugged. Kyle gave her a kind smile.

"Darlin', I promise you. You'll get over this rotten marriage, and you'll find some sweet straight boy who wants to eat your pussy for hours on end."

This struck Shannon as hilarious and she laughed so hard, she almost wet her pants. She hadn't even realized she had to pee. Excusing herself, she went to the bathroom, then into her room to change into some flowered pink PJs. In the hallway door she caught a glimpse of what was happening in her living room and she stopped. Stephan was half-lying back on the couch, pressed into the cushions by Kyle, who was over him, one knee on either side of Stephan's thigh. Stephan's hand caught Kyle's hair as they made out with a passion that took Shannon's breath away. She stared, heart pounding, as Kyle slowly rotated his hips against Stephan's thigh, sucking his tongue fiercely. 

Over Kyle's shoulder Stephan opened his eyes and spotted Shannon standing in the shadow. She stood frozen to the spot as he smiled; Kyle noticed and glanced back before Shannon could duck into the hall. A deep, horrifying blush washed over her, but between her legs she was suddenly absolutely soaked.

"It's okay," Kyle said in that sweet voice of his. Neither one of them moved from where they were, wrapped in each other's arms. Kyle brushed his lips over Stephan's neck before he spoke to Shannon again, smiling. "We don't mind if you watch. Do we Stef?"

"I'm - I… I wasn't watching, I just…" She stammered, then stopped helplessly. Now they knew what a pervert she was. And yet, the shame she felt could not stop her small nipples from standing out hard against the thin cotton of her tank top. 

Dipping his head, Kyle whispered something into Stephan's ear that Shannon couldn't make out; she tried to look away as he began nibbling, but Stephan's dark eyes caught hers and held them, pinning her like a butterfly. Lifting his hand from Kyle's back, he beckoned her with one finger. 

"Come here, Shannon," he said in a husky voice. Locked by his gorgeous dark eyes, Shannon could not stop herself. She didn't want to stop herself. With small steps she edged closer, into the middle of the room, where she stopped and stared. 

Kyle glanced over his shoulder once before he closed his eyes and took Stephan's mouth. Shannon could see their tongues duel in a rhythmic and sensual tangle, while Stephan's hands slid lower and lower until he was squeezing Kyle's firm ass. So beautiful. Shannon stared at the two masculine and sexy men making out on her couch. At first, they moved so achingly slowly. She kept seeing their eyes glance toward her, aware of her watching, putting on a show for her. Kyle slid between Stephan's legs and went down to his knees on the floor. For a moment Shannon didn't breathe as he pulled away and began slowly kissing his way down the side of Stephan's neck while his hand roughly pushed Stephan's shirt up his belly. Silky dark hair met his eager fingers when they dipped below the waistband of Stephan's jeans. 

Short, sharp breaths escaped Shannon's lips. The outline of Stephan's big, hard cock was clearly visible kicking against the crotch of his jeans. He shifted and let out a slight groan as Kyle's mouth left his neck and grazed his nipple through his shirt, nibbling with quick gentle bites. Shannon's knees shook with desperate, helpless excitement. Now Kyle's tongue was out, licking a soft, damp line up and down Stephan's belly, swirling through the black hairs that arrowed down into his jeans; Stephan's hand caught the back of Kyle's neck and he pressed his eyes closed, head going back, sighing softly. 

"Mmmm. Kyle," Stephan breathed. It seemed they'd forgotten Shannon now. Kyle grasped Stephan's thighs in his hands and lowered his mouth, trailing his tongue down, down, lower, over the button of Stephan's jeans, down his crotch, tracing the hard ridge of his cock. Before Shannon's eyes a tiny spot of wetness darkened the pale denim as Kyle wrapped his lips around the outline of the head and breathed his hot moist breath to bathe Stephan's cock through the rough layers of cloth . "Jesus… Kyle…" 

Stephan's hoarse voice sent a jolt through Shannon's body. "Oh!" She let out a tiny exclamation that neither of the two men paid any attention to. 

Now, their gentleness was gone. Stephan grabbed the back of Kyle's head and held it while he ground his crotch into Kyle's face. A low moan came from Kyle's throat and he pulled back, eyes glazed with desire and anticipation. He looked up at Stephan, who was panting through his parted lips, and they almost lunged at each other. The passion Shannon witnessed before was nothing to this. She had never seen such a raw, aggressive kiss. It was almost not even a kiss, at least not the way she knew a kiss. They assaulted one another, hands groping, mouths clinging, little animal sounds coming from them as they rubbed together fiercely. Kyle found Stephan's nipple through his shirt and pinched, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger, until Stephan arched his back and gasped.

"Oh," Shannon said softly, staring at them. "Oh!" Her entire body was on fire; her knees were trembling, her heart was throbbing, and her fingers could barely be restrained from burying themselves in her aching pussy. She had never been so wet in her life. Even her inner thighs were soaked with excitement as she watched the spectacle on her sofa.

"Shit, Stef."

All the sudden Kyle jerked back. His face was red and shone slightly with sweat as he and Stephan gazed at each other through surprised, glassy eyes. Sense returned to them and they laughed in amazement as they looked up at Shannon, whose mouth and eyes were perfect O's.

"You know," Kyle grinned shakily, "maybe we better go before we get more carried away than I planned."

"Yeah, that might be a good idea." Stephan cleared his throat and straightened his shirt with what dignity he could muster. As Kyle stood, Shannon's eyes dropped down to his crotch, to the straining bulge contained by his jeans. He could have been embarrassed, but instead he only smiled at her, smug, but somewhat sheepish.

"See you at work, sweetheart." Bending, he brushed her cheek with lips still damp from Stephan's kisses. He waited at the door while Stephan lingered just a moment, turning to Shannon..

Shannon looked up into his gorgeous eyes and something passed between them. They had found a connection tonight, totally unexpected, but a very pleasant surprise. He opened his mouth to say something, but after a second, he closed it and just hugged her, kissing the top of her head. 

"Love you, Shannon," Stephan said with a whimsical little smile. It didn't matter that they'd just met. He turned around and took Kyle's hand as they slipped out the door. 

When they were gone, Shannon turned off the lights and locked up. She picked up Rusty from where he'd been obliviously napping on the kitchen table all this time and carried him into the bedroom, where she dropped him on the floor. For the first time in her life Shannon didn't brush her teeth. She turned off the light and lay down on top of the covers. Despite the coolness of the room she was a sweaty heap of shame and arousal, lying there in the dark, going over each image in her mind. The pictures hit her like an electrical shock that snaked into the pit of her stomach and made her feel hot and congested. 

Closing her eyes, Shannon reached up and stroked her nipple with the side of her thumb. She hadn't even touched herself in months. Her hand slid inside her soaked panties and her thighs quivered at the touch. God, she was so wet, literally dripping. Delicately she stroked her clit with her index finger, letting it slide between her first two fingers as she rubbed it. Oh, yes. She sighed. The image of Kyle's tongue flicking over Stephan's erection went through her mind and she let out a moan. Faster her fingers moved. Tongues thrusting. Hands groping. Fierce and beautiful. She pictured them right now, in Kyle's apartment, Kyle's bed, sweaty, clothes gone, skin on skin, aggressive but somehow still tender. Wild and rough as they loved each other.

"Oh!"

The orgasm hit Shannon full force and she came harder than she ever had before. Boom, like a cannon blast roaring through her, then echoing all in her body, wringing cries from her lips. Yes, yes, yes. Oh. Oh! As the explosion subsided little quivers ran through Shannon's body. Her thighs jerked with the aftershocks. Sinking back into the pillow, she sighed with relief; in her mind, she saw Kyle and Stephan stretching out on Kyle's fucked-over bed, kissing and stroking each other slowly and tenderly as they recovered from their own explosion. She saw them cuddle up and share a kiss before closing their eyes to sleep. Dreamily, Shannon brushed her over-sensitized nipple with her fingers as sleep took hold.

***

A sharp knock on the window made Shannon and Eva look up quickly. On the other side of the glass, Kyle was grinning and waving at them. He liked to come up to neo-natal after his shift to see the babies. All the girls agreed: too bad he was gay, because he'd make some pretty blue-eyed babies.

Smiling at him, Shannon tilted the sleeping baby in her arms so he could see the little red face and she lifted his teeny arm and moved it in a little wave at Kyle. He laughed through the glass as Shannon put the baby down in the bassinet. It was a pretty slow day in the nursery, they only had six babies right now; so they could take their time putting them back down after bringing them back from seeing their mothers. Shannon hadn't even realized until Kyle appeared that it was time for her shift to end.

She stroked the baby's tiny hand with her finger as she signed off on the end-of-shift sheet. The one thing in the world Shannon used to want most was a baby; she used to cry every month when her period came like clockwork. Now, she was so relieved that David wasn't ready for a baby. Now, she was willing to wait for the right man to be the father. Somebody kind. Somebody who wouldn't get jealous of the time she spent with a newborn, who'd support her instead of pushing off all the responsibility on her. With the new mothers and fathers who came through here, she saw that kind of thing every day. She knew that's how it would've been with David. Her eyes went to Kyle waiting for her on the other side of the nursery window, but she quickly put that thought out of her head. Along that line, there was nothing but heartbreak.

"Have a good day off," Eva said. She smiled at Shannon from the rocking chair where she was rocking one of the newborns to sleep. 

"Thanks, see you Saturday." Shannon gave her a smile and stepped through the door to where Kyle was waiting to walk home with her. "Ready?" she asked.

It had been about a week since the night at Changes. At first the whole scenario that happened in her living room really freaked Shannon out. Not that it happened; but how much she liked it. How, when she was lying in the dark, she tried to keep those images out of her mind, but they crowded in no matter how she tried to resist them, filling her with a wild, throbbing heat, until she had to slide her hand into her panties to ease the ache.

In the light of day, Shannon adored Kyle, and had a bit of a crush on Stephan, but she wasn't mooning over either one of them. When she was around Kyle alone she didn't feel anything physical for him; nothing but a warm friendship. It was only him… with Stephan… that made her hot. She was terribly guilty about it. She was some kind of disgusting, voyeuristic freak, to be so turned on by two men together. David claimed she wasn't very sexual, but the truth was much worse. Instead, she was a pervert.

There was no way Shannon would have ever spoken about her deep, dark secret to another soul if Eva hadn't suddenly brought it up on her own. 

"How'd you like Stephan?" Eva asked.

"Oh…" Shannon tried not to blush. "He's sweet. Really nice."

Eva laughed. "Yeah, and don't forget smoking hot. The two of them together… whew!" She held her collar out with one finger and pretended to fan herself.

This time the blush won out and Eva's sharp eyes caught it instantly.

"Did you see them kiss?" Eva demanded eagerly. Shannon was flaming red now and Eva had to pry the answer out of her. Yes, and when Shannon added, and then some, Eva's curiosity would not be satisfied until she had the entire story. She stared at Shannon with her mouth open in a mixture of disbelief and envy. "And they knew you were watching the whole time?" 

"Uh-huh."

"Jee..zus." Eva let out a sigh and sat back, shaking her head regretfully. "I always miss the good stuff."

Shannon was quiet a moment, avoiding Eva's eyes. Part of her was terrified someone would walk up, even though all of the other nurses were on duty right now. "So…" she began, trying to be casual and not let Eva know how nervous she was. "Two guys… is that a - a turn-on, do you think?"

"Oh, God, yes," Eva announced. "Two hotties like Stephan and Kyle? If only I could be a fly on the wall for that one!" Suddenly it seemed she got a look at Shannon's face because she started to laugh. "Honey, it's perfectly normal! Guys get off on watching two girls, don't they? So why shouldn't we like watching them? There's nothing to be embarrassed about." 

The involuntary sigh of relief Shannon let out made Eva laugh even harder. She reached across the break room table and patted Shannon's hand sympathetically. "Please don't tell me you've been worrying about this. Shannon, you are such an angel. There's nothing dirty about it. It's perfectly natural that watching them turned you on. We all feel the same way. Gay men are just sexy. Maybe it's because we can't have it; it's the little club we can never join."




What Chocolate Mousse Can Do



That little conversation left Shannon feeling much better. She could actually meet Kyle's eyes without feeling like some kind of pathetic, disgusting little weirdo. In fact he and Stephan were coming over to her apartment for dinner tomorrow night.

"I love your hair," Kyle said as they hit the lobby and walked out the doors. When Shannon said she didn't think he'd noticed, he smiled. "Oh, I noticed, and so have all the other guys in the hospital."

"Really?" she smiled. A few days ago, Shannon went with her mother to a very pricey salon, where she had her limp curly hair razored into a very hip shag and colored a light, shining auburn. Then they proceeded to the mall where she burned a hole in her credit card on a new wardrobe of cute clothes, including lacy bras and matching panties. Her mother was beside herself with joy that Shannon was starting to take an interest in herself again; when she saw Shannon's hair, she got teary-eyed in the salon.

"Oh yeah, I've had several people ask me what's come over you. Are you trying to find a new man?" he teased.

Certainly he meant to be funny, but Shannon wasn't laughing. "This has nothing to do with a man," she told him. "I'm wearing my hair and my clothes the way I want to. From now on, I'm never doing anything to please a man. If they like me for who I am, fine. If not, that's their fucking problem."

That word coming out of Shannon's mouth startled Kyle, but he nodded and raised his fist in approval. "Power, sister." Changing the subject quickly, he started talking about a party he went to a few nights ago that got very risqué. What started out as a card game mixed with too much alcohol and got turned into essentially a group grope. Shannon was open-mouthed with fascination as Kyle related the story.

"Where was Stephan?" she asked.

"Oh, he wasn't there."

"Won't he be upset when he finds out?" She was starting to worry for both of them and the state of their relationship.

"Stephan doesn't own me," Kyle shrugged. "And I don't own him. We're both pretty much free to do what we want. We don't try to hide anything from each other."

Shannon just couldn't imagine such a thing. "You have an open relationship?" 

"Not exactly open; but for example, if he slept with somebody else, I certainly wouldn't like it, but I wouldn't go crazy. As long as he was honest about it, I'd get over it. Now if he lied, I couldn't handle that. Honesty is the key."

"But don't you love each other?"

"Well… yeah; but love isn't a prison, Shannon." Kyle smiled as he shook his head pityingly. "You poor thing. That stupid old ex-husband of yours has you all screwed up. Stephan and I don't have to spend all our time stuck to each other like glue. We love being together, but we also have our own lives; we both like our space. Some people might not think that's how a relationship should be, but it works for us."

Shannon mulled over that silently for a second. Maybe she was one of the "people" Kyle was referring to; because Shannon's upbringing was very conservative, and what Kyle described wasn't like any relationship she'd ever known. But the more she thought about it, the more it appealed to her. David had rushed her; she didn't want to admit it at the time, but now she knew that from the very beginning she had reservations, about him, about marriage. She thought those issues would go away once they got married. Now she knew better, and she didn't plan on getting trapped like that again. Right now she wasn't interested in dating at all, but when she did, from now on she was keeping it casual.

"I'd like something like that," Shannon finally said thoughtfully. "But no guy I've ever met could handle it. They all want to own you."

"Not all of them, honey. I promise there are a few out there who can handle a strong, independent woman."

Shannon turned to him with a frown. "Yeah, but they're all queer!" The punch on the arm she gave him was not entirely playful. He laughed and pretended to rub his arm, even though there was no way her tiny fist could have hurt him.

"Don't you worry, Shannon honey. Daddy's working on it." He grinned mysteriously but they were in front of Shannon's building and he refused to say any more no matter how much she pounded his chest. Easily catching her hands, he scooped her up and kissed her cheek. "See ya tomorrow night about six, okay?" Kyle waved to her as she watched him head down the sidewalk to his own building.

**

An early morning visit to the grocery store started Shannon's day. She wanted everything to be perfect; this was her dinner party as a single woman. Her pathetic collection of mismatched dishes bothered Shannon a lot, until her mother surprised her with a brand-new set of dishes and matching silverware for her new apartment. It looked so pretty on the table, spread out over the new table cloth and lit up by the candles. 

The first course was coming out of the oven just as Kyle and Stephan knocked on the door. Shannon opened it wearing a cute apron over her clothes and let them in, taking the two bottles of wine they brought to put in the fridge. Nervous excitement caught at her just seeing them together. Kyle looked as delicious as always in a clingy black shirt that showed off his muscles; and Stephan almost took Shannon's breath away. That boy would look good in a burlap sack. It touched her that they'd dressed up a little just to come over and have dinner with her. Shannon wanted to look nice for her guests, so she wore some of her new clothes; jeans that sat on her hips, chunky black shoes that added several inches to her height, and a cute top with a butterfly silk-screened on the front. Kyle gushed over how cute she looked while he hugged her. 

"No way you've been slaving over a hot stove all day," he told her.

"What can I do?" Stephan followed her into the kitchen while Kyle flopped down on the couch and played with the cat, flipping through her meager collection of CDs. Shannon looked up at Stephan and smiled. God, he was so sweet to come in and offer to help her. So sweet… and so cute. And so off-limits.

"How about pouring the drinks?" She gestured at the new margarita set she just bought, with glasses whose stems looked like little cactuses. When Stephan poured he had to take a sample.

"These are so good, what kind of mix is it?"

"It's not a mix, I made it myself." She poured the hot artichoke dip into a bowl and headed into the living room with a plate of home-made pita chips. Stephan followed with the margaritas, and when he handed one to Kyle, he made sure to brag that it didn't come from a mix. They had fits over the artichoke dip and chips, swearing it was better than anything in a restaurant. The lasagna was just coming out of the oven. It took 5 hours to make this gorgeous lasagna that came from a recipe given to Shannon by her college roommate, whose family owned an Italian restaurant. Kyle and Stephan complimented it so much, Shannon was blushing. 

"You'll make some lucky man a good wife," Stephan declared. 

"We just have to find one that's good enough," added Kyle. 

By then the margaritas were gone and Kyle had opened the bottle of merlot he brought to go with the lasagna. All three of them were relaxed and giggling as they moved into the living room and brought out Pictionary. As the wine disappeared, the pictures got dirtier and dirtier, and had nothing to do with what was on the cards. Finally Shannon went to the kitchen, leaving the two boys giggling and rolling around on the floor.

"Who wants dessert?"

Dessert was homemade chocolate mousse, topped with dollops of raspberry whipped cream, served in big wine goblets. Kyle tasted it, licking it off the spoon. His eyes closed when the flavor hit his tongue. The texture was fluffy, but creamy; it was dark and bitter instead of sickeningly sweet, with just a mysterious hint of raspberry liqueur.

"Oh… my God, Shannon. I think I love you."

"This is better than sex." Stephan held his in his mouth and sank down to the floor in ecstasy. "Well…" He and Kyle grinned at each other. "Almost."

"For me it is," Shannon said lightly, putting her arm up on the cushion of the chair. Kicking aside the game, Kyle and Stef sprawled out next to the coffee table with their wine glasses propped up next to them, slow licking the mousse off their spoons. Shannon watched them. She wasn't used to drinking wine and she felt mellow and a little silly. Little looks, little touches; all the intimate couple stuff between them that Shannon would've tried to ignore any other time, but now she was just drunk enough not to care that she was staring. They sure didn't seem to mind.

"I have a new game." Stephan had a wicked look in his eyes as he turned to Kyle. "Close your eyes," he ordered. Kyle obeyed and Stephan took Kyle's shirt and pulled it up over his chest, baring his lean stomach. 

"I like this game already," Kyle grinned. "How do we play?"

"Keep your eyes closed." Stephan stuck his fingers in the glass of mousse and scooped out a little mound of raspberry whipped cream, which he smeared on Kyle's smooth belly. Kyle jumped and Shannon stared in fascination while Stephan started to run his index finger very slowly through the cream, stroking Kyle's skin as he did. "You… have to guess… what I'm writing."

From where she was sitting, Shannon could just see the letters appear in the pink whipped cream. S T U D.

"Ummmm… I know there's a T…" Kyle laughed under his breath as Stephan's finger went to his lips and Kyle's tongue licked the cream off, sucking Stef's finger provocatively. Shannon squirmed in her seat and tried to drag her eyes away. No matter that Kyle said the other night she could look. These were her friends, not the object of some slightly kinky fantasy. Get a grip, she reminded herself.

"Guess." Stef's voice was getting husky.

"I can't. I give up."

"You lose." 

"Oh, damn." Kyle sat up, laughed at the word on his stomach, and pushed Stef down to the carpet on his back. "Now it's my turn."

For his turn Kyle lifted Stephan's shirt and kept tugging, pulling it over his head, leaving him with a bare chest. Shannon drew a breath. He was beautiful… slender but muscular, with lean defined shoulders and dark, hard nipples; smooth chest with that thin line of dark hair she'd glimpsed the other night, drawing her eyes down his belly. Dipping the spoon into his wine goblet, Kyle drew out a spoonful of chocolate mousse and dropped it on Stephan's stomach. Slowly he smeared it over the skin, staring down into his lover's face, even though Stephan's eyes were closed. He might insist their relationship was casual, but his actions told the opposite. His actions said he was head-over-heels for Stef, and how could he help it? Shannon was half in love with him herself.With deliberate sensual slowness Kyle dragged his finger through the fluffy mousse. His eyes slid all over Stephan, turning hot and hungry. Shannon almost forgot to breathe as she stared at the two of them; the way their bodies moved changed from playful to sexual and the air itself vibrated with their powerful desire.

S E X G O D.

"Sex something," Stephan guessed, frowning with concentration. 

"You're half right. Technically you lose, but I'm feeling generous." Kyle gently pushed him back to the floor when he tried to sit up. "I'll let you guess again. Let me try an easier one…"

Reaching over, Kyle scooped out the raspberry whipped cream left in Shannon's glass, as he'd eaten all of his. Casually he dropped it between Stephan's nipples, and with his fingertips he spread it all over the smooth skin of his chest and stomach, covering up the chocolate mousse with a layer of fluffy pink cream. Shannon's eyes almost fell out of her head while she watched Kyle's finger's teasing in and out of Stephan's sexy belly button, filling it up with mousse and whipped cream.

"Kyle." Stephan's sharp voice snapped him out of his play.

"Okay," Kyle breathed. He lay down on his side next to Stef and with his right index finger he drew just four huge letters over his chest and stomach. Branding Stephan with the word.

M I N E.

Kyle grinned and trailed a single wavy line through the sugary mess, down Stef's belly. Below his navel Kyle drew an arrow that pointed down his pants directly at his crotch. When Stephan's eyes shot open and looked down to see what he'd done, Kyle lazily licked his finger, laughing under his breath..

"Oh yes. That cock is mine, isn't it baby," he said casually. 

The word cock, coming from Kyle's lips, made Shannon gasp silently while a hot feeling flooded her. Leaning forward, she watched as they stared into each others' eyes. It was almost like they'd forgotten she was there but Shannon knew they hadn't; they were fully aware of her, drawing her into their game.

"And what are you going to do with it?" Stephan asked teasingly, his dark eyes locked onto Kyle's. Playful, but seriously sensual.

"You'll just have to wait and see." Kyle chuckled wickedly. His eyes laughed as he dipped his tongue between Stef's nipples, slowly licking off the pink whipped cream that smeared his chest. Lick- lick - first one nipple, then the other… then down, following the line of black hair, smearing through the mousse, down the wavy arrow, until he reached the very point as it disappeared into Stephan's pants. There, his tongue delved into Stephan's belly button like it was a little cup filled with sweet treats.

Back against the chair, Shannon stared open-mouthed. Stephan's dick was a hard ridge where his thigh met his groin and his hands lightly caught Kyle's shirt and eased it over his head and onto the floor. Finally Shannon got to see the tattoo she'd only glimpsed before: a gorgeous black-art Oriental dragon, etched deep into Kyle's smooth perfect skin. They were both laughing and playful while Shannon clutched the carpet with her nails, so fiercely her knuckles were white. Her pussy throbbed so hard she had to press her thighs together, pounding along with her heart.

"Wait a minute," Stephan said just as his voice was starting to get a little strained. Gently he pushed Kyle away from the little area between his belly button and his fly, where Kyle's tongue was busily removing all the mousse. He looked up as Stephan grinned over at Shannon. "Shannon hasn't gotten to play yet."

"Oh…" Kyle got a wicked look in his eyes. "You're right, it's Shannon's turn."

"I don't need a turn," Shannon shook her head quickly. She crossed her arms tight over her chest to hide her nipples standing out in hard peaks under her butterfly top. "You guys just… I mean, I can go in the bedroom and watch TV if you want to stay out here and…"

"No, no, you're getting a turn," Kyle said firmly. He and Stef moved over to Shannon and gently pulled her shirt over head, exposing her new lace bra that gave her a little cleavage. Laughing, she pretended to protest through the fuzz of wine that clouded her brain. Shannon let them push her down to her back on the carpet, closing her eyes like Stephan ordered. In a moment something sticky was being rubbed over her tummy in circles by a very warm hand that could almost span her whole stomach, if it were stretched out. She concentrated as a finger began to draw.

"It says nice tits, doesn't it?"she guessed. When she opened her eyes, Kyle and Stephan were hovering over her on their knees with huge, smug grins on their faces. They looked at each other and traded a glance.

"Shannon wins," Kyle murmured. His fingers trailed up Shannon's chest and over her shoulder, shooting a pleasant spark down her arms to her fingertips. 

"They're very nice, aren't they Kyle." Stef playfully nuzzled at Shannon's hair, brushing her neck with his hot breath. Her nipples got hard, but the wine made her head swim, a little slow to catch on. 

"Mm-hm." Now Kyle's voice was right in her ear. She was directly between them, sprawled out on the floor with her head on a sofa pillow. The warmth of their bodies pressed against her on both sides and now, suddenly their fingertips were gently moving all over her belly and her chest and the swell of her tits in the white lace of her bra, brushing her nipples, teasing them into hard nubs. Goosebumps broke out all over her. She shivered, closing her eyes.

"What are you doing?" she breathed in confusion.

"Giving you your prize." Stef breathed into her ear while Kyle's lips touched her collarbone. When she felt his tongue slide onto her skin, Shannon gasped. This wasn't right, they were a couple, they shouldn't be… The protests went through her mind, but they didn't escape her mouth. She was electrified and confused and too excited to move.

"The losers have to lick off the winner," Kyle explained. 

"Oh." Shannon let out a little moan of mingled confusion and desire, but all thoughts of stopping them left her mind and she sank back against the pillow with a whimper as two hot, soft tongues began licking her belly. Licking and then meeting each other, delving into each others' mouths, playing and laughing, teasing her with their touches. Tongues swirling into her belly button, flicking over her sensitive, ticklish ribs, grazing her with sharp stubble. Fingers slid over her soft skin, she felt so good just being with them like this, they were so sexy, but so safe. When she felt her bra being unhooked and whisked off, she only sighed and tilted her head back on the pillow while the cool air brushed over her bare nipples.

"Very, very nice," Kyle whispered, making Shannon all warm inside with his praise. "Right Stef?"

"Delicious." Stephan laughed under his breath. 

Something cool spread over her nipples. Kyle dabbed the chocolate mousse onto her hard, aching peaks; he grinned at her wickedly as he licked his way up her ribcage and tasted the mousse, lips closing around the nipple as his tongue licked it clean. When Stephan did the same to the other nipple, Shannon muffled a scream. Wetness trickled down the inside of her thighs. 

"Oh God…" She writhed as the two of them delicately tongued her nipples until she was weak and panting and making little sounds she'd never made in her life. A hot ache consumed her and she couldn't even think as someone's fingers gently worked her jeans open.

One set of hands pulled her shoes and socks off while the other hands wiggled her jeans over her hips. She didn't know who was doing what and she didn't care. All she could do was squeal when she felt soft lips brush her toes, her ankles. The jeans came off and she was left in nothing but her panties, sprawled on the floor in a dripping, panting puddle.

One part of her brain came out of the haze. Opening her eyes, she lifted her head and looked down at Kyle and Stephan, who were on their knees on either side of her, their mouths locked together, tongues playing a giddy dance, while their hands lightly stroked her own legs.

Shannon's head spun. She was such a good girl, she'd always had such a dull and boring sex life, she'd never done anything like this before. Never even dreamed about it. Well… maybe she had dreamed about it, in her deepest and darkest secret places. But she never, ever thought anything like this would happen to her.

"Kyle, I don't understand what…"

He pulled away from Stef's mouth and smiled down at her. "We love you, Shannon. We want to do this for you."

"We're going to make you come," Stephan added simply.

Blankly Shannon stared between them. Kyle's open, familiar blue eyes and Stephan's dark ones, both pinned to her. Both surely knowing how her heart was pounding, how her insides were jelly and her panties were soaked. 

"But," she whispered in confused desperation, "You can't… You don't… But you're gay!"

"Baby girl, that's just a word." Leaning forward, Stephan brushed a whisper over her ear, sending a bolt of electricity tingling through her body. He smelled so good. "Yeah, we mostly like guys… but we don't get hung up on labels, and you shouldn't either."




What Chocolate Mousse Can Do



"I still like to get my dick wet from time to time," Kyle stated bluntly. Shannon stared at him in surprise, and then all the sudden she started laughing. Only Kyle could make something so filthy and irreverent sound hilarious. 

When she laughed, the slight tension that had settled over them broke and they all laughed, and then Shannon watched while Kyle and Stephan started kissing again, leaning together over her legs, close enough for her to see ever detail of how they moved. Just being close to them made her heart knock against her ribs. Kyle's chest was so sexy. Smooth, lean-muscled but not ripped, without any hair at all, even below his belly button. As Stef's hand reached down and gently stroked it through his jeans, the bulge in Kyle's crotch grew to the point of making Shannon's eyes get wide. 

In no time their hands and their mouths were all over each other. Shannon stared, rooted to the spot. With a hard shove, Kyle pushed Stephan down to the floor and came down on top of him, trapping his arms and holding them over his head while he attacked Stef's mouth. Shannon's mouth fell open as Stephan parted his thighs and Kyle slid between them, shoving their hips together, grinding so hard Stef let out a low groan. It was just like her fantasies, the roughness and the aggression. It almost scared her, but at the same time, her hips quivered with the heat that flooded over her She stared, wetness collecting between her legs, as they thrust against each other through their clothes. Dry humping, undulating against each other, the motion almost more erotic without the distraction of naked flesh.

Over Stephan's shoulder, Kyle looked at Shannon. When she realized he saw her staring at his crotch, she turned red. She started to get up, to move away and let them have their privacy, but Kyle's gaze captured her. He looked straight into her eyes and he smiled; and then he closed his eyes and ground against Stephan's hand.

"Mmm." With a groan, Kyle pulled away from Stef and propped himself on his hands. Both of their faces were flushed, breath coming fast through their parted lips. "You," Kyle ordered Stef. "Naked, now." He grinned as he lazily rolled over and pulled up to sit on the couch, letting Stephan up, and watching while Stef toed off his boots and socks and peeled down his jeans. Shannon's eyes widened and her breath started to speed up. God, Stephan was beautiful. All smooth skin and silky black hair. The crotch of his gray cotton underwear was tented and stretched to the limit with the weight of his hard cock, with a wet spot growing and spreading where the outline of the head pressed against the fabric.

Leaving his underwear on, Stephan sank down to his knees in front of Kyle and began nuzzling his crotch while pulling off Kyle's shoes and socks. Finally he reached up and pulled Kyle's belt off, licking down the smooth path of skin that was exposed as the zipper's teeth clicked open . No underwear impeded his progress. All the sudden he grabbed Kyle's pants and jerked them down over his hips and his cock sprang up and smacked his belly.

The bulge was no lie. Kyle's cock was the biggest Shannon had ever seen in the flesh. Its size and thickness surprised her; so did the hard, shiny, flared head that glistened with a drop of moisture bubbling up from the tip as Stephan eased Kyle's jeans down over his legs. Only the lightest bit of brown hair surrounded his heavy balls. Fascinated, Shannon gazed at it. The head seemed so thick, so red. Dicks always seemed comical to her, maybe even a little ugly, but… There was a certain… power to it. Something that made it inviting, even pretty. Stephan gave it a little nuzzle and when Shannon saw his nostrils flaring, breathing in Kyle's scent, it sent a hot jolt through her, that they were so into each other's smell.

"Didn't your mama teach you that good boys always wear underwear?" Stef quipped, pulling the jeans off Kyle's feet while Kyle sat back smirking indolently. "What if you got in an accident?"

"Mama tried, honey," Kyle snickered. "But naughty boys have a lot more fun."

"Oh, yeah," Stephan whispered as he licked his way up Kyle's inner thigh. Unconsciously Shannon leaned closer, trembling with excitement, watching Stephan's pink tongue move closer and closer to Kyle's thick cock. At the same time Kyle moaned appreciatively, Shannon let out a gasp as Stef's open lips trailed up the shaft and closed over the head. Once in a while she used to give David a blow job, but she never really liked it; it wasn't the act, it was him, getting him off like that when he could hardly be persuaded to return the favor. How could anyone like it? she'd always wondered. It seemed a little icky, a little embarrassing; so watching Stephan she was immediately entranced.

Closing his eyes, Stef slid his lips up and down Kyle's shaft. It glistened with spit and juices as Shannon stared. Kyle threw his head back against the couch and groaned as Stef licked the head, running his tongue around the sensitive tip, pushing it into the slit. There was nothing icky about to Stephan; it was obvious from the look of bliss on his face that he loved sucking cock. He was really getting into it, making low sounds in his throat, gently stroking Kyle's thighs with his hands while Kyle rocked his hips, his breath coming hard. Oh God… so erotic. Shannon gasped for air, she'd never seen anything like this, she couldn't believe this was happening, right in front of her…

Glancing over at her, Stef smiled around Kyle's dick. He let it go with a noisy slurp and it flopped back wet against Kyle's belly. A long string of sticky juice trailed down Stef's chin and he wiped it with the back of his hand, licking his lips. "Mmm. Yummy," he whispered. He smiled at her. "Want to try?"

Shyly she reached up and touched it. It was so warm and the skin was so silky. She rubbed her cheek over it, entranced by its smoothness. It was like a kitten… a cute, eager little pet, nudging at her to be stroked. Fascinated, she wrapped her small hand around it; her thumb and fingers didn't quite meet. Why did she ever think they were ugly? 

"You like it, huh," Stephan said softly. His face was right next to hers, nuzzling at her sweet-smelling hair while she explored. He grinned at her, almost proudly, like a child showing off his favorite toy. "It's pretty, isn't it."

Leaning over in front of her, Stephan licked the tip of Kyle's cock while Shannon held the base in her hand. She was fascinated by the play of Stef's tongue over the smooth, flushed head. She watched him flick over the base and down the shaft, showing her, letting her know what felt good; and at the same time, asserting his ownership over this particular cock. He was willing to share, but it was his.

Kyle's cock had her mesmerized. Shannon stared at it, hypnotized. She never would've done something like this, but… it was so shiny, so red, so thick and perfect, curving, tilted slightly to the right… Kyle's scent worked on her brain and before she really knew what was happening she was leaning forward, touching the tip with her tongue. Salty but a little sweet, a hint of Stephan's taste lingering as she curiously fitted her lips around the head… it was so different, so much bigger and thicker than anything she was used to. Her lips almost couldn't close around it, stretching her jaw to the limit.

"Shannon," Kyle whispered. Pulling out of her mouth, he moved down and brushed a kiss over her lips while Stephan, on her other side, trailed his fingertips down her smooth legs. "You don't need to do that, this is all for you," Kyle breathed into her ear. He pulled her into his arms and Shannon closed her eyes and lost herself in the feeling of the two of them touching every part of her, kissing her, making her head spin with wine and the sense of unreality. Part of her still couldn't believe this was happening.

Kyle's tongue slid into her mouth and Shannon's head went back. He tasted so good, he was such a good kisser. In the meantime Stephan's hands were gently easing her thighs apart; Shannon gasped against Kyle's mouth as she felt hot breath brush the wet crotch of her panties. She let out a little moan but Kyle kept up his gentle possession of her lips, as Stephan licked her swollen clit through the lacy cotton. His tongue moved slowly, his breath was so hot, it felt so good; almost good enough for her to come, but not quite. She whimpered under his teasing.

"Shh." Kyle shushed the little scream that escaped her when Stephan's fingers slid under the elastic of her panties, pushing it aside. His finger slowly moved over her slippery wetness and slipped inside her; and while Kyle tongued her mouth, Stef licked her clit in his slow rhythm. Heavy tingling began to radiate through her; and Shannon froze as the tingling started to come in waves. She froze in amazement, half afraid that if she moved, it would stop, oh God she didn't want it to stop. Silently, her hand twined through Stephan's hair, like silk in her fingers, and she held on. She didn't make a sound as the orgasm washed over her like currents of electricity, and all she could do was writhe in joy.

Kyle and Stef smiled at each other while Shannon shuddered and whimpered in Kyle's arms. When it stopped, she gasped and panted, looking up at them; they'd done what they'd set out to do and she was sure that now they were going to stop. But Kyle grabbed for his jeans and two condoms appeared from his wallet. 

At that point Shannon lost track of what was happening. Kyle and Stephan were very purposeful now. Without speaking a word they seemed to move in perfect unison toward their goal. Stef peeled off Shannon's soaked panties while Kyle sat back on the couch and unrolled the rubber over his prick; and before she knew what was happening, she was straddling Kyle on her knees, facing him, with Stephan on his own knees behind her, his soft chest brushing her back. The hair on his belly made her skin tingle.

Strong hands took her hips. Shannon looked down into Kyle's familiar blue eyes smiling up at her, waiting for her to move to the next level. She never would've dreamed this would happen, but it was. These were her friends, they were giving her this gift, sharing themselves with her, to give her what no other man did. It was sex, but there was love there too. Shannon smiled and closed her eyes, reaching down to guide Kyle inside her.

One hard thrust did it. He was so big, and she was such a tiny thing; but she was dripping with wetness and he slid to the hilt without any lube, without any help at all.

Months and months. It'd been so long since anything had been inside her other than a vibrator; and it was a small one. David's cock was average; Nothing this big had ever, ever been inside her before and for a moment, it almost hurt. Watching her face carefully, Kyle waited until the startled look passed before he started to move; and when he did, the pain quickly turned into pleasure as the friction spread through her insides in warm waves. Shannon gasped. His hands gently guided her hips into his slow thrusts while she supported herself with her hands braced against the back of the couch on either side of his head, nipples brushing his chest. So full, filled up with Kyle's power and his heat, fitting her to perfection.

Another set of hands wrapped around her narrow shoulders and she felt herself being lifted, supported by Stefan, as Kyle steadied her. Kyle braced her with his hands while Stefan flicked his tongue over her neck, his fingertips brushing her hard nipples. Moaning, Shannon lost herself in the sensation. Her back arched against Stef. There was a spot inside her… ever elusive… a spot that Kyle was hitting with every long stroke of his thick, curving prick now, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Yes, yes…

As she whimpered Kyle slid his hands from her shoulders to her tits, holding them in his hands, supporting her as he kneaded them gently. Her nipples were on fire. Behind her Stephan's chest supported her from behind as he caressed her thighs and stroked her tummy, as between them, they urged her into a harder rhythm. He'd taken off his underwear and she could feel the head of his cock brushing against her bottom as Kyle fucked her. The image of their balls touching, rubbing against each other between her legs, shot through her mind and made her cry out. So close… so mutual… so loving as they shared their intimacy with her…

"That's it, baby," Stephan whispered as his hands moved her hips down into Kyle's thrusts. "That's it, relax, let go."

"Oh, God." Another urgent wail escaped her lips. She was going to come. She'd never come like this before. The orgasm earlier was tiny compared to this. With Stef urging her on she began to ride Kyle harder, searching for that hot, tingly wave about to wash over her. Frustration pounded in her - it was just out of reach, so close…

"Help her out," Kyle whispered to Stef with a grin.

Caught between them, these two sexy men, Shannon felt Stephan's fingers slip delicately between the swollen lips of her pussy. Soaked in nothing but her own juices, they slid so easily. Quickly he found the hard bud of her clit, caressing it exactly in tune with Kyle's strokes. So hot, their skins on hers…

The wave hit. Wave of electricity, wave of delight, washing over her with the beat of her own throbbing pulse. Muffling a scream, she threw herself back against Stephan as Kyle kept up his motion inside her, never stopping. 

Sounds she'd never made before left her lips as she clutched Kyle's arm holding her up, at the same time grabbing Stef's thigh locked behind her own. Between them she moved more slowly as the waves subsided. She just knew Kyle would stop now, but he grinned up at her and kept moving.

Something, some subtle shift in position, made Shannon gasp with astonishment. Before she could think the wave was hitting again, sharper this time, fast and electrical, thundering over her while she shuddered between Kyle and Stephan. In disbelief, she whispered Kyle's name, using his hands as leverage to grind down on him, taking him to the hilt, so every inch of him would never stop hitting that spot.

It went on and on; but gradually the jolts wound down and Shannon was limp and stunned, panting and sweating, thrown back against Stephan's chest, in his arms, still supported by Kyle's hands. Slowly she opened her eyes. Kyle looked up at her; Stephan released her and she collapsed onto Kyle's chest. Stephan stayed where he was until Shannon lifted her head. The three of them looked at each other and started laughing. Kyle looked smug, his face red and beaming as Stef moved his hands all over both of them.

"You're so much woman, it just takes two men to handle you," Kyle whispered in Shannon's ear, making her giggle helplessly.

"It's not over yet." Stef grinned wickedly and pressed forward against Shannon's back, sandwiching her between them as he caught Kyle's mouth in another fierce kiss. Beneath her, she felt Kyle's cock give a twitch and it occurred to her that he didn't come while he was inside her. Instead of upsetting her or making her jealous, the thought that he was saving it for Stephan made her hot all over again, even after three orgasms. They were going to let her watch; and not just a little grope, but everything.

Shaking with excitement, Shannon wriggled away from Kyle and ended up on the floor next to his knees, naked, close enough to see every detail as they crashed together. Their moved were practiced and smooth as they kissed and licked and bit. So beautiful… She watched Kyle nibble his way down Stef's neck and tease his nipples with his tongue. 

Letting out a sigh, Stephan suddenly wound his hand through Kyle's hair and pulled his head away. Slowly he stood up, so that Kyle's face was right in his crotch, the head of his long, slender dick almost touching Kyle's lips. He smiled down into Kyle's eyes.

"What were you going to do with it now?" he asked teasingly, giving his hips a little wiggle, so that his cock bounced in Kyle's face.

A wicked grin flashed over Kyle's face as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around Stephan's cock. Shannon could see his tongue and his throat muscles working as he sucked the shaft, his hands gripping Stef's ass. In just a few seconds Stef's knees buckled and he pulled back, shuddering, stopping Kyle with his hands on his shoulders.

"Oh, I think you're a very naughty boy," Stephan said, steadying his shaky breath. "You are, aren't you? Are you a bad boy who likes to suck cock?" 

"Ooh, yeah," Kyle half-moaned. A sheen of sweat broke out over his face and he was panting, looking up into Stephan's eyes as Stef stood over him, holding his shoulders to keep Kyle from touching his cock.

"Hmm. What should I do with such a bad boy?" Stephan wondered. His dark eyes sparkled playfully. "Should Daddy spank you for being such a naughty boy? Oh yeah, I think that would be perfect. I think Daddy definitely needs to spank your ass. Get on your knees."

Shannon stared as Kyle slid to the floor and turned over so he was kneeling with his chest on her couch cushions. His firm, round, muscular ass was completely bared and Shannon could hardly believe what they were doing. She thought this kind of thing was only in porn stories, but it was about to happen right in her living room.

Stephan got to his knees next to Kyle and drew his hand back. Both Kyle and Shannon jumped when the slap landed across his ass cheeks. Smack! It was so loud, like a shot, but when Kyle tensed up it wasn't from pain. Shannon realized that Kyle was shaking with excitement as the smacks resounded through the room, and a pink hand-print appeared on his butt. When the last slap made contact, Kyle couldn't keep back a moan of pleasure.

"Did that hurt?" Stephan said in a low, wicked voice. He was grinning as he stroked the redness away from Kyle's ass. "You liked it, didn't you? You are such a bad boy." In a moment of inspiration Stef suddenly grabbed a mostly-empty goblet of mousse from where it was forgotten earlier. He scooped out some onto his fingertips and began to write in giant letters across Kyle's muscular back. From where she was sitting Shannon could see the word form.

S L U T.

"You know what that says?" Stef continued in Kyle's ear. "It says slut, because that's what you are. You're a little slut, aren't you. I bet you like it up the ass. You're a naughty little slut who doesn't wear underwear and likes to suck cock and get fucked up the ass. Aren't you Kyle?"

"Oh… yeah…" Kyle could hardly speak as he writhed against Stef, whose hip was pressing against Kyle's bare ass. Shannon stared, mouth open in shock. She couldn't believe what Stef was saying and how Kyle was reacting to his words. All these filthy insults and Kyle obviously liked it. And the Daddy thing was getting a little bit weird…

"Spanking is too easy for you," Stephan said. His voice was low and husky now and Shannon could see he was glistening with sweat now as he moved around behind Kyle. "I think Daddy needs to fuck a dirty little slut like you. Don't you think so, Kyle?"

"Yes Daddy," Kyle's voice quivered with excitement. "I've been really, really bad."

Deliberately Stef moved closer, spreading Kyle's legs apart. He scooped out some more of the chocolate mousse, and with his fingers, he spread it up and down the crack of Kyle's ass. Shannon gasped as he used his hands to spread Kyle's ass cheeks; and he brought his face forward and slowly, lingering, licked Kyle's ass. He licked it in long strokes until Kyle was moaning deep in his throat; and then Stef spread Kyle's cheeks wider and found his hole with his tongue. Mousse was everywhere, sticky and messy.

"Oh my God." Shannon let out a low exclamation as Stef's tongue slid into Kyle's asshole. With the same lazy rhythm he'd licked her pussy, he fucked Kyle's ass with his tongue, until Kyle was whimpering and bucking back against him, clutching the sofa cushions in handfuls with his face buried in the upholstery.




What Chocolate Mousse Can Do



"Stef… please…"

Stephan smiled at his begging. Scooping out more mousse, he used it as lube to slide two fingers into Kyle's hole. Kyle moaned and Shannon inched closer, wetness dripping down her thigh. Her eyes were huge as she watched Stef's fingers stretch that tiny, puckered hole, opening it and getting it ready, gently stroking the tight passage in and out with his fingers. Her whole body was throbbing in time to her pussy, but she was so intent on watching them, she couldn't even be bothered with touching her aching clit to relieve the hot pressure collecting there.

"Stephan," Kyle moaned harshly. 

"Oh yeah… That's Daddy's slut," Stef panted. He slid his fingers out and his cock in, letting the head penetrate Kyle's tight hole. Then he stopped while Kyle stiffened. Shannon couldn't even imagine how much it hurt; even if Kyle was used to it, it still had to burn a little, especially with only chocolate mousse to ease the way. She winced.

But soon, much sooner than Shannon could've imagined, Kyle let out the long breath he'd been holding and he slowly started to move back against Stef, sinking him in deeper bit by bit, until he was all the way in. A deep, slow penetration, not the fast, hard way Kyle sank into her pussy in one long thrust. They moved together, each knowing exactly what to do and when. Stephan didn't move, letting Kyle take it at his own pace, until Kyle stopped, took a breath, and nodded.

"Daddy's gonna fuck you, baby," Stef gasped as he started to move. His hands caught Kyle's hips and pulled them into his thrusts. It was so different - rough and playful, not tender the way they touched her. She couldn't stop staring. The reality was so different from what she'd imagined in her late night fantasies about them. She imagined them so beautiful like hovering angels, not like this, sweaty and smeared, muscles flexing, faces red. In her mind they were perfect, silent. Never anything like what came from their lips. She always thought it would be Kyle over Stef, loving him with a fierce passion; to see him bent over like this with his ass in the air, S L U T smeared over his back while Stef fucked him, was almost more than Shannon could accept. So much more comfortable to cling to her innocent little ideals, instead of swallowing the reality unfolding inches from her eyes. 

"Oh yeah," Kyle growled as Stephan picked up a faster pace. "Fuck it harder, baby."

"You like that, don't you, slut," Stef was muttering under his breath as he pitched forward and pinned Kyle face down. "You like it hard, don't you."

"Yeah, fuck that ass," Kyle gasped. "Fuck it hard. Harder Daddy."

Staring at them, Shannon's breath came faster. Slut was the ultimate degrading word to her; but obviously Kyle wasn't humiliated by it. He wouldn't be shaking and panting and begging for more if he didn't love it. A stunning realization washed over Shannon, something clicked and her mind was opened. Sex wasn't about one person taking something from the other. She never knew it before, because none of her partners ever gave her anything. But thanks to Kyle and Stephan, now she saw that it was all about sharing. It was silly to be freaked out by what they were doing, because they both loved it; nobody was getting hurt but her sensibilities. 

In that moment, Stef leaned back and grabbed Kyle's ass cheeks in each hand. His face was vacant and hazy with sex; his eyes rolled back as he looked down at his cock moving in and out of Kyle's ass. Shannon stared at his face, she'd never seen such a look of intense pleasure, and it was a look that she always remembered. She watched Stephan's movements get slower and jerkier as he reached down and pulled Kyle up by his shoulders. Kyle straightened and slowly leaned back against Stef's sweaty chest, his thick cock straight and proud before him. His eyes were closed as Stephan's arm went around his chest, and he reached back and put his hand on Stephan's hip, pulling him closer.

That loving, passionate gesture sent Shannon over the edge. As she watched them moving together, so slow and perfect, she completely lost her inhibitions. She never would've dreamed of masturbating in front of someone, or even admitting she thought about it, but now none of that mattered. They weren't watching and even if they were, she didn't care. Frantically she slid one hand between her legs, throwing her thighs open, and slowly rubbed her aching clit while Kyle and Stephan moved closer and closer to their release, and Stef's hand wrapped around Kyle's dick, slowly moving up and down. Her juices flowed so heavy and wet, she was sitting in a damp puddle on the carpet. With her other hand she reached up and teased her hard nipple while she rubbed her clit faster and harder, driving herself further, building so fast she almost couldn't stand it.

"Stephan," Kyle suddenly exclaimed in a surprised shout. His whole body went stiff as he clenched his ass cheeks around Stef's cock, thrusting deep and hard, jerky. Shannon let out a cry as she greedily watched Kyle's cock burst forth in a fountain of thick, sticky white cum; and behind him, Stef suddenly began to howl in his throat as he came inside his lover's tight backside. Their cries resounded and Shannon crashed into her own orgasm as the two of them slowly sank down onto the carpet in a messy heap.

Fascinated, Kyle and Stephan stared at Shannon as she quivered and whimpered with her fingers inside her pussy, riding the waves of her climax. She didn't know what was happening when she suddenly felt fingers spreading the lips of her aching sex, warm lips closing around her clit, and a tongue teasing her slippery hole. She thrashed among all the arms and legs around her. The orgasm never stopped; the peak hit, then subsided, then hit again, over and over. If she came again she was going to pass out. 

"Oh God…"

Drawing a quivering breath, Shannon slowly opened her eyes. The waves had finally stopped and now her pussy twitched with contentment. Kyle and Stephan were staring at her; grins spread over their faces as she looked at them and slowly smiled. 

"Wow," she said.

Kyle had grabbed Stephan's briefs and was using them to wipe the cum that was dribbling out of his hole, while Stef sat back propped on his arms. They were all naked, sticky, glazed in sweat, streaked with chocolate and dripping all sorts of fluids. They couldn't help but laugh.

"Shit," Kyle collapsed onto the carpet. He dabbed at the puddle his cum formed on the carpet when it shot into the air; he winced when he noticed some of it had splattered onto the couch. "Sorry, Shannon."

"I don't give a fuck," Shannon shrugged. She couldn't stop grinning. She'd lost count of how many times she came. What was a little jism on the couch compared to that?

"Just so you know," Stephan informed her, "neither one of us have any desire to fuck our dads. That Daddy thing is just a little game we play."

"I know," she giggled. "It shocked me a little at first though."

"I was afraid the dirty talk might be too much for you," Stef admitted with a smirk. "But the moment was there, so I went with it."

"I wouldn't want you to hold back on my account," Shannon said. Now that she knew how hot it was, at least.

Stephan wiggled over and snuggled up to Kyle. "Kyle isn't a filthy slut, he just likes to be told how naughty he is."

"Yes I am a slut, but only for you," Kyle kissed Stef's neck.

"I like that… My own personal slut." Stef snickered.

"I just thought…. I don't know, I was surprised because I thought that Kyle… I mean, I didn't expect it to go that way," Shannon tried to explain awkwardly.

"You thought Kyle was a top," Stef clarified. "Yeah, I can see why you think that, and sometimes he does; but we like to switch. That's the nice thing about being queer, you can do that. You're not completely locked into one role or the other."

"Well…. There are some straight boys who like it up the ass," Kyle leered at Shannon. "But you would need to buy the right equipment."

Yesterday that comment would've made her want to sink into the floor, but now she just giggled. Stephan got up, looking down at himself in disgust.

"Cuddling is nice, but I really need a shower. Want to join us Shannon?"

"No thanks." She shook her head and relaxed back against the carpet while the two of them hurried into her bathroom and turned on the water. Shannon sighed with contentment as she listened to the shower. Her whole body ached, but it was a good, well-fucked kind of ache. This dinner party was definitely one to be labeled a success.

***

Three months later, Kyle had instructed her to come down to the orthopedic floor to wait for him when she finished her shift. Shannon was a different person than she'd been when she started working at this hospital five months ago. Different, but the same. She was finally back to being who she was, not who David made her into; she was herself again. She'd never be as outgoing as Eva, she'd always be quiet, but now she didn't shrink into the corner. When she decided to speak her mind, she wasn't afraid to let her opinions and desires be known.

Kyle and Stephan were still giving each other space, especially with Stephan's demanding course schedule, but they were as close as ever, and the three of them regularly went out dancing, or had dinner at Shannon's house. The three-way adventure of her first dinner party was never repeated, but Shannon didn't really feel the need to repeat it. They were her friends, they'd given her one hell of a gift, but strangely, after that wild evening, Shannon didn't feel that way about them anymore; their friendship was enough. 

Eva had set her up on a few dates, and the men were very nice, because Eva knew all the nicest men; but she hadn't really met one she wanted to sleep with. For the moment she was having a great time just being by herself, doing exactly what she wanted, when she wanted, with no one to answer to. If she wanted to stay out dancing until two in the morning, she could; and if she wanted to stay home in her PJs, eat ice cream for dinner, and watch a chick flick with her cat, she could do that too. When a man did come along, if one ever did, he'd either have to accept that or he could move on.

"There you are." Kyle popped up at the nurses' station where Shannon was waiting, chatting with the duty nurse. He grinned and gave her a quick once-over, fluffing up her hair before he grabbed her hand.

"What are you doing?" Shannon asked suspiciously as Kyle marched her down the corridor. She could barely keep up with his fast pace on her much shorter legs.

"There's someone I want you to meet." He stopped in front of a door and grinned down at her. "Guaranteed Grade-A Kyle-approved." Winking, he gave a little knock and opened the door.

Only one of the beds was taken up by a patient, a young man who was sitting up with his left leg in a wicked-looking traction set-up, complete with weights and pullies and a trapeze. He clicked off the TV and smiled as Kyle ushered Shannon in.

"Hey, Ben, this is the nurse I was telling you about. Shannon, this is Dr. Ben Lachlan. He's a veterinarian."

"Oh really?" A veterinarian, and Shannon had to admit, he was cute. Dark reddish hair cut short, close to his scalp, sparkling brown eyes, and a cute, stubbly jaw. He smiled at Shannon, obviously happy to see some company. Kyle was grinning like a fucking Cheshire cat as he straightened up the patient's pillows. 

"Ben fell off his mountain bike and sustained a compound spiral fracture of his left femur, so he'll be vacationing with us for three to five weeks of traction. Ben, I was telling you about Shannon Hyatt, she's a nurse upstairs in the newborn ward."

"It's so nice to meet you, Shannon." Ben held out his hand and Shannon shook it politely. She felt a blush come over her cheeks when he touched her. He really was cute…

"Ben's new in town, so I promised him I'd round him up a few visitors," Kyle smirked. "His family lives five hours away and won't get to come see him much."

"You're doing pretty well so far." Ben smiled at Shannon, who realized he hadn't let go of her hand. Gently she tugged it away and perched on the edge of his bed. Poor thing, he was going to get very lonely and bored in the hospital for so long.

"I can come by and see you after my shifts, if you like," Shannon offered softly, and Ben got a huge grin on his face.

"That would be great."

"Shannon makes a really wicked lasagna," Kyle announced. "When you get tired of hospital food, maybe she'll bring you some leftovers."

"I love lasagna." Ben's eyes hadn't moved away from Shannon's face since she walked into the room. Shannon felt her heart give a little extra skip.

"And," Kyle grinned as he turned to go finish his shift, "if she really, really likes you, and you're very bad, maybe you can convince her to make you some chocolate mousse."