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  Twin Cities

  Louisa Bacio

  Sure, Nate fantasized about a ménage á trois with two hot sorority sisters, but he never expected it to come true. On a business trip to Kansas City, reality becomes even better than fantasy when Desiree and Sherrie, a buxom blonde duo, get down and dirty. When the threesome get into bed, Nate discovers the ladies share a mutual lust, and not just for him—and two is not too much to handle.

  An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

  Twin Cities

  Louisa Bacio

  Chapter One

  The plane jerked to a landing, a shrill whine as the wheels reeled back from a smoking one hundred and seventy-five miles per hour. Nate relaxed and checked out the woman clutching the armrest between them.

  “It’s all good,” he said. “We’re on the ground now.”

  He turned on his cell, reading the text messages, and then posted on Facebook that he’d made it to the airport in Kansas City, Missouri. His business partners would know he’d arrived.

  The minute the seatbelt sign flashed off, he unbuckled, grabbed his suitcase from the overhead and picked up his laptop case. Considering how much he traveled, he packed light so he didn’t have to visit baggage claim.

  Some clients of his firm were looking to expand business ventures in the area, so Nate was scouting ahead of time. Although he had a few meetings set up, there’d be a fair amount of free time in the two days, giving him an chance to get a feel for the area.

  Outside, the air clung to his skin, dense, unlike the dryer climate he was used to in Southern California. He was thankful for the lightweight, short-sleeved shirt, but the way his jeans clung to his thighs was annoying. The taxi line moved fast, and soon enough he was on the way to the hotel.

  On the drive, he opened up Facebook and noticed Mom and his brother Mike had already liked his post, and it had a few comments. He glanced through.

  Mike: BBQ & beer!

  Desiree: No way! Sherrie and I are here too!

  Her name sounded familiar. He clicked on her picture and pulled up a busty blonde hottie. Oh yeah. He remembered her, a sorority girl he’d met in college. Seeing her photograph jogged his memory. There was that one Halloween party in college where Desiree gave him head in the bathroom. Where there was Des, there was always her bosom friend Sherrie. They looked so much alike, anyone would think they were twins. He might be able to fill up some of that extracurricular time on this trip with some fun.

  After liking her response, he sent her a private message with his cell number. By the time he reached the hotel, she’d replied and they made plans to meet for dinner.

  He checked in to his room, an executive suite with a separate bedroom. When he opened the door, he was more than pleased with the accommodations. From the entranceway, he stepped down into a living room area with bright blue pillows and a wet bar.

  He opened the drapes and gazed out on the landscape—bricks and greenery. One of the best parts about traveling was experiencing the taste of the region. Next, he moved on to the bedroom, which featured a California-king-size bed. Plenty of room for action there. He unpacked quickly and ordered room service of light snacks and champagne to be delivered later.

  Before his guests arrived, he hit the shower. Hot water cascaded over his body and Nate lathered, wiping away the airport grime. Opposite the shower was an oversized bathtub and he could easily imagine getting clean in there with his guests later that evening. He did a mini-squat, cupping his balls, and soaped up. As he massaged his cock, he imagined the feel of Desiree’s mouth on him. That feisty pirate wench had gotten down on her knees and sucked him hard. He’d held onto her hat with both hands as he fucked her mouth. Oh yeah, his hard-on stiffened. What did she look like now? Her pictures online were sexy, but who knew what lurked behind. He rinsed off a bit and then gripped himself tight, stroking firmer and moving faster until streams of come shot out, hitting the wall.

  Knees shaking, he leaned against the tile. There were no guarantees they’d get physical that evening, but if he had it his way, they’d be replaying that scene.

  The luxurious oversized towel reminded him to upgrade at home. Since he’d bought a condo, he hadn’t made a run to a home store. No reason to keep using those worn, threadbare towels from when he had roommates. It was about time he started manning up. Not like he was talking about getting married. No fucking way. He wasn’t even dating anyone seriously at the moment. After living in a household with two brothers and a sister, the frat house during college, and roommates after graduating, he was enjoying some solo time. It didn’t mean the place had to look bad when he brought guests home.

  He chose a new pair of jeans and a black polo shirt, and decided to go commando. The denim rubbed against his cock, adding a nice friction. He adjusted himself. Maybe the ladies would get a bit of a surprise if they unwrapped this package.

  Yeah, right. Keep dreaming. Although it never hurt to set goals.

  At 6:20, a knock sounded on the door with room service delivery. He popped open the champagne and had it on ice, and added a few strawberries to the champagne flutes. He could do classy. Ten minutes later, a flurry of giggles floated down the hallway, followed by an overly loud “shushing” right outside.

  His company had arrived.

  Breasts. Those were the first things that caught his attention when he opened the door. Two perfect sets. He glanced up into matching smiles. In the five years since he’d last seen them, they hadn’t aged at all.

  Desiree bounced in first, throwing her tits against him. Umm, her arms around him. “Oh my God! What are the odds we’d all be here at the same time?”

  Each jump resulted in playful corresponding movements. Her low-cut shirt didn’t hide an inch of cleavage.

  “Just crazy,” he said. Her hair smelled like flowers, not overwhelming but noticeable.

  Over her shoulder, he grinned at Sherrie and raised his eyebrows as if to ask, “Is she always this crazy?”

  She returned his smile. “Good to see you, Nate.”

  Desiree released her hold on him. “Oh, so sorry. I was so excited. You remember Sherrie, right?”

  How could he forget? She might have been the quieter of the two, but she was an equal stunner. While Desiree didn’t hesitate to partake in bathroom blowjobs, Sherrie had hung with the sorority sisters more, and then got a long-time boyfriend. Some blowhard he didn’t remember the name of. Didn’t matter. He checked her ring finger, and it was clear. So she wasn’t married, or wasn’t wearing.

  “Oh course I do.”

  He hugged her for good measure, and her breasts pressed pleasurably against his chest. He told his little head to stay chill and not get all happy quite yet. Chicks didn’t appreciate that type of attention as soon as they walked into a guy’s hotel room.

  “Come on in,” he said, ushering them inside. He’d forgotten how much they looked alike, as if it was more a figment of his imagination—true sorority sisters. Both were blondes, but while Desiree’s hair was platinum and flashy, Sherrie’s was more honey-toned.

  “Look at this place!” Des said. She placed her purse on the couch and did a spin. “It’s huge. You must be doing quite well for yourself, Nate.”

  “I can’t complain. It’s not bad to travel when you get to put it on your expense account.” He moved toward the bar. “Can I offer you two a drink?”

  They exchanged a look and Sherrie nodded yes. “We’d love one. From this spread of goodies, I’d think you were trying to keep us in tonight…”

  Her words trailed off, leaving the meaning open. She rubbed his shoulder, a sense of familiarity between them.

  “Who, me?” he said. “Well, with you two beautiful ladies, would you blame a guy for trying?”

  “You
might not need to try all that hard,” Desiree said.

  He sucked in a breath and poured the champagne. The bubbles built up and threatened to overspill. “Drink fast,” he said.

  Desiree sucked at the bubbles and giggled. She came up with a mustache of foam. She licked it off and he watched.

  Had she said what he thought she did? It couldn’t be that easy. He hit play on his iPhone, and some light music streamed over his travel speakers.

  Nate handed Sherrie a flute, and sat between them on the couch.

  “To old friends.” Desiree raised her glass.

  The three came together, clinking, and he took a long sip. The bubbles hit his nose, making him choke on the sweetness. Ugh, give him a beer any day. He bought this stuff for them.

  Sherrie patted on his back and he raised a hand. “I’m okay. Just went down the wrong pipe, that’s all.”

  As Desiree leaned back, her denim skirt hiked up, showing a fair amount of silky, smooth and tanned thigh. He resisted running his hand up it. He shouldn’t push things too fast.

  “So what are you two doing in Kansas City?”

  “Do you remember Genevieve? She’s having twins,” Sherrie explained. “The baby shower is this weekend, and we decided to come out a few days early and catch up.”

  “You’re not staying with her?” he asked.

  “No way. She already has a three-year-old.” Desiree’s nose wrinkled up. “He’s cute and all but way too much work for me.”

  From her comment, he figured she didn’t have any children of her own yet, which added one major plus. He wouldn’t have to worry about one of them looking for a substitute daddy.

  Talk turned to what they’d been doing over the past few years, which mutual friends from college they’d seen and what they planned over the next few days.

  “Where are you living now?” he asked.

  Desiree pressed her leg against him, sending a searing heat through his pants. “Sherrie’s outside of Dallas, and I’m in St. Louis,” she explained. “Did you ever break out of California?”

  “No way,” he replied. “Born and raised, and I’ll be buried in SoCal. I can’t imagine you two moving out of state. What’s up with that?”

  Sherrie shrugged. “I work as a flight attendant. Dallas is one of the main hubs, and we’re required to live there for a few years. It’s not bad since I pretty much get to fly wherever I want.”

  At “flight attendant”, Nate’s thoughts drifted to joining the Mile High Club. He wouldn’t mind having her service him.

  “And I was from St. Louis. I only went to California for college,” Desiree said. “I can’t believe you don’t remember that.” She socked him lightly in the arm.

  He didn’t remember ever doing much talking with her. The subject hadn’t come up when she was on her knees and he was stuffing her mouth. Nate shifted his cock to the side and slipped a pillow over his lap, willing everything to calm down.

  Before long, the first glass of champagne was gone and he got up to pour them a second one. After handing over the drinks, he took the lids off a few of the appetizers.

  Seductively, Desiree held up a shrimp, curling her tongue around its body, and licked off the dipping sauce. She held Nate’s gaze, biting off the main body, and moaned with her eyes shut.

  No one would believe me, he thought, these two gorgeous women in my hotel room and no proof.

  A phone trilled, breaking his fantasies, and Sherrie scrambled to get her cell. She looked at the caller ID. “Sorry, I need to get this.” As she walked into the back room, she said, “Hey, what’s the emergency?”

  “She’s got an insane boss,” Desiree explained. “He hates it when she takes time off. I never see her relax. She’s always so wound up.”

  “I understand that,” Nate said, watching the other woman pace. “But vacation is vacation.”

  Within a few minutes, Sherrie returned, looking sorry. “I’ve got to go down to the business center and log into our scheduling system.”

  “Do you want to use my laptop?” Nate asked. “It’ll only take a minute to set up.”

  She bit her lower lip before replying. “No, that’s all right. I think you two might be a bit distracting, and I’ll get it done faster down there. Don’t do too much without me.”

  “No promises there,” Desiree said. “It can’t wait until tomorrow?”

  “Unfortunately not. I’m up for a promotion. A few people called in sick—a flu hit an entire team—and I need to oversee the fill-ins.”

  Nate fished an extra keycard out and handed it to her. “In case we’re busy when you come back, let yourself in.”

  Door open, she hesitated, eyebrow raised, and then nodded.

  The moment the door shut, Desiree slid over on the couch, even closer to him. “So now that we’re alone, what were you saying?”

  “That I couldn’t wait to kiss you again,” Nate said. He took her mouth, flicking his tongue over her bottom lip until she opened, letting him in. She leaned over him. He reached under her skirt, cupping her ass, and pulled her on top of him. Her sweet, nubile skin felt so soft beneath his hands.

  It didn’t take much persuasion, and she’d straddled his lap, her denim skirt riding up. He pressed his cock against the heat between her legs. How easy it would be to take her fast right here.

  They kissed, long and hard and deep, like back when they were in college and didn’t have any cares except for midterms, finals and the way their bodies felt against each other. He burrowed his hands into her hair. So soft and silky and feminine. Hell, he didn’t need any more chitchat. This physicality, hooking up without worrying about the consequences, how come he’d lost it as an adult? Now he worried about dating, dinners and if he’d get laid. Desiree had always guaranteed a good time—without strings attached.

  Her hips ground against his cock as it strained to break free from his pants. There was no mistaking his intentions. He wanted to fuck her, and now.

  Reaching between them, she massaged his cock through the denim, before unbuttoning the waist and zipping him down. “Feels like someone wants to play,” she said.

  “Hell yes. Oh, that feels so good.”

  Her bare hand touched his skin and sensation skyrocketed up his system. “Harder,” he directed. “Grip me.”

  Always eager to please, Desiree fisted his cock, pumping as she released him from the confines of his jeans. He lifted his ass up and pushed his pants around his calves.

  Cool air embraced him, replaced with delicious friction. She leaned over, and oh yeah, swallowed him whole. Warmth even softer than her hair. He thrust upward, hitting the back of her throat, and she took it all. She massaged his balls, sucking the tip of his cock in, before licking up the side. Each stroke, each caress pushed him closer to the edge. Her movements worked him up, elevating him into a sexual high.

  He reclined against the couch and closed his eyes, taking in all the sensations of her sucking him off. All he saw was darkness, and all his focus narrowed down to one point. Part of him wanted to stop her before he shot his wad, but the other…he wanted to feel her suck him down, swallow it all.

  Pressure built and his hard-on tightened with need. Full lips curved around his member, slowing the pace, teasing him.

  “You want more?” she asked, planting a kiss on the tip. “Tell me what you want.”

  “That feels so good. I want to fuck your mouth.”

  He opened his eyes. Her long blonde hair draped over his crotch, and he lifted it to watch her take him in. Double-fisted, she stroked him, licking the top when it popped out. Her cheeks sucked in and bulged out with each stroke.

  “Yeah, that’s it. Keep going.”

  He reached into her shirt, sliding into her bra and tweaking her nipple, before grabbing the back of her head and holding her steady as he thrust upward. She didn’t try to pull away, but kept pace with him, until his cock burst, come flowing out and filling her mouth. Her throat flexed as she took him down. Spasms of pleasure racked his body, a
nd he moaned. She kept up the pace, sending further shivers through his system.

  After he let go of her, ever so slowly she slid her mouth up his cock, eking out some final sensations. He shuddered, achy and feeling good.

  “Come here,” he said, guiding her back onto the couch. “You’re even better at that than I remember.”

  She laughed, her blue eyes sparkling. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  A lightness flowed through him. The pressures of work, of finding the perfect location for a client, of traveling, shit of life, flew away. In the short time he’d been with her, he realized he’d been working way too hard and not living enough.

  Why didn’t he date a lot again? Oh yeah, right, the commitment issue. The physical side felt incredible, but dealing with someone else’s bullshit problems only added to his own. Desiree curled against him and he sank his hand between her warm thighs. The heat of her pussy came through her underwear. The blowjob had been a nice warm-up. Now he wanted the main course.

  “Do you think Sherrie will be coming back anytime soon?”

  “What do you have in mind?” she purred into his ear, sending chills through his body.

  “I want a piece of this ass.” He grabbed her for emphasis. “And I don’t want to wait for it.”

  She stood, lifting off her shirt. Her ample breasts spilled out over the black push-up bra. As he watched, she reached behind her, unhooking the clasp and releasing them. Sitting on his lap, she fed him her nipples. He tongued them, one to the other, and cupped her luscious ass.

  “We don’t have to wait for her,” she said. “She’ll understand.”

  As soon as he received permission, he grasped Desiree’s hand and led her to the bedroom. Along the way, he kicked off his shoes and pants. His recently sated cock already twitched with his desire to take their play to the next level.

  Desiree stepped out of her skirt, leaving on a tiny pair of black underwear. She helped him remove his shirt and they moved together, his cock jutting against her belly. He slipped his thumbs under the waistband of her panties.