Desperate Lovers by Adam Carpenter (good beach reads TXT) 📕

they’d always lamented that there were no available men in Wonderland, they were all gay and…

“Oh shit,” Marc said, not realizing he’d said it aloud.

His suspicions were soon realized. Lauren was splayed out on her desk, her legs in the air; LeeAnn between them, licking her, sucking her out like she was a buffet special, all you can eat. Lauren was obviously near climax, her groans growing louder, her breath coming in short, staccato bursts. Marc didn’t know what to do; but hell, he’d never known what to do with women. Still, this was the second time this week he’d stumbled across two people having sex: Paolo and Parker on the beach; now LeeAnn and Lauren inside the gallery office, one step away from a strap-on.

“Oh my God!”

Lauren had spied Marc and she reacted appropriately. Trouble was, LeeAnn just though it was a response to the oral sex she was giving, and so she didn’t stop. Actually, she intensified her actions, her tongue thrusting deeper inside Lauren’s exposed cunt, it ringed by a trimmed muff of hair. Lauren tried to push LeeAnn away, but that only urged her friend on, thinking it was part of the foreplay. Just then Lauren cried out, and Marc realized he was witnessing his very first female orgasm.

As Lauren’s cries ceased, LeeAnn rose from her vantage point.

She turned around and upon seeing Marc just standing there like a ticket holder at a spectator sport, well, she screamed.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Marc said over and over again, his face beet red. “But…why didn’t you lock the door, or get a room, or…Christ, let us know that you two were involved…oh my God,

who else knows…?”

“No one,” the two women said simultaneously.

“Okay, hey, you’re secret is safe with me,” Marc said, “although, I don’t know why. Wonderland’s got enough of us lusty gay boys, it’s about time the lesbians got some action and recognition in this town. Heck, you might have solved all of our problems had the two of you moved into one of the houses on Eldon Court, bought up the deed to Number Two somehow.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly how to save Wonderland, bring in the Lesbos,” LeeAnn said.

“LeeAnn, quiet,” Lauren said. “Look, go wash up, let me talk to Marc, okay?”

“Fine,” LeeAnn said, and with a wave and a saucy smile she went into the back room, disappearing from view.

“Really, Lauren…I didn’t mean to watch. I think I was just in shock…”

“Stop it, Marc. It’s no big deal,” Lauren said. “Heck, maybe you and Rich owe us, we can come over one night and watch you two go at it.

Let me guess, you’re the bottom…”

Marc blushed again. “Uh, do you think we could change the subject?”

Lauren laughed, her body all loose from her climax. “Sure, sorry, I’m just having some fun with you. Look, Marc, this is something new between me and LeeAnn, we’re just seeing where it takes us. Like you said, Wonderland is full of you homos, what chance has a girl got?

But that’s not what you’re here to discuss. A showing, right? I love the idea, as you know. All we have to do is pick a date.”

“Wait…you mean, it’s that easy? Don’t gallery owners have to…I don’t know, say no first? Then be wooed, be enticed, convinced…bought?”

“You’re catching me at a real good time,” she said with a laugh.

“Besides, the Healy Gallery needs some fresh blood to get some of those snooty critics and wealthy buyers down from San Francisco and Silicon Valley. We don’t want them living in Wonderland, but we’ll certainly take their money. So, let’s look at the calendar, pick at date…uh, wait, let’s not use my office.”

Marc agreed that was probably a good idea.

As he followed her upstairs to a special reception area, he said to Lauren, “You know, my gallery debut might just be what all of us need, the neighbors of Eldon Court, all of Wonderland. A big social event to take our minds off our troubles.”

Lauren nodded. “I couldn’t agree more.”

“And just think, you could bring a date,” Marc said.

“Hey, Marc?”

“Yeah?”

“You want this showing to happen?”

“Yeah.”

“Then shut the fuck up.”

Despite the vulgar language, they both laughed.

Lauren pulled out her calendar, and, explaining that she hated to do business without a bit of refreshment, grabbed a bottle of wine and three glasses.

“Oh, goody,” Marc said. “My first threesome with two women.”

“You left me the note? Why?”

“I needed to talk to you—in private.”

Rich looked around at the hotel room, thought about his previous

visits to the Bayside. Bayside was the location of the penthouse suite where he and Marc had stayed until they’d found their beautiful Victorian on Eldon Court, and the owner’s suite where he was forced to have sex with Aaron, all while it was being secretly taped and viewed by the closet-case Danvers Converse. A mixed bag of memories was this hotel, but certainly a place highly conducive to sex. Not exactly something Rich was averse to. Still, he had to wonder: is that what Paolo had had in mind by asking him to meet here? A healthy fuck session in the middle of the afternoon?

“Paolo, we could have met anywhere—the beach, one of our homes? Why here, in the same place where Aaron works. What would he think if he saw, or worse, heard from someone else, that you and I were meeting in a hotel room? Look, we had sex that one night, down on the beach when we were both a bit tipsy and horny, but it’s not something that’s going to happen again.”

“Rich, I’m not here for sex,” he said. “I’m here to beg for your

help. I didn’t want the others on Eldon Court to know and that’s why I wanted to meet with you in private. Look, it’s no secret that we’re all fearing for our livelihood—no one wants to lose their homes—and now with this bombshell revelation of Parker’s, it’s possible we might lose our homes without even getting any money back. If it’s true that Parker has a claim to the land, he could throw us all out. Like he said, you’re the