From "The Visitor Goes to Work"

Lea’s phone went off, crooning U2 at her.

First day of work.

Driving to downtown Atlanta.

Meeting with Sassy.

Meeting with Bob.

Meeting with the box office staff and training on the ticket software with Zach, the theater’s resident computer guy.

Lea needed to pee.

Heart racing, adrenaline singing through her veins, Lea leapt out of bed to go to the bathroom.

Well. She tried to leap.

Something heavy was holding her down.

Two somethings, in fact: Sean and Andy, whose legs and massive arms wrapped Lea in a cocoon that would have been incredibly sweet if she didn’t need to get up and get ready for her first day on the job.

Also, she still needed to pee. “Guys?”

As Bono continued his ode to the glory of the day, Lea’s boys snored on.

“Sean? Andy?” Wriggling, Lea realized that her hands were at each of their crotches. What a surprise. She squeezed two well-worn morning hard-ons evoking two somnolent groans. “Boys. Get off of me or I’ll fry these up for breakfast.”

Andy’s head shot up. “Uh. ‘Morning.”

Sean’s face rolled off of Lea’s right tit. “Hey.”

Anxious as she was, Lea couldn’t help but smile down at the shit-ton of male gorgeousness that she had somehow managed to snag for herself. “Hey, yourself. I need to get up.”

Now Sean sat up. “Right. First day at the theater.” He pronounced it as a three-syllable word: the-AY-tuh.

“Uh-huh. And as much as I’d love to stay and play — ”

“No,” both men said, and like the firemen they were sprang out of the bed, treating her to the sight of her shit-ton of pulchritude standing naked and cum-stained on either side of her bed, and making Lea briefly wonder if she really needed to be on time for her first day of work….

“We’ll start some breakfast,” Sean said, pulling on the pajama pants they somehow always put on but somehow never kept on.

Andy reached out to Lea. “You take a shower.” When he pulled her up out of bed, momentum carried her body against his, and the feeling tempted Lea to stay…. He gently propelled her toward the bathroom. “You go. I’d say make yourself prettier, but t’ain’t possible.”

She beamed at him. “Flatterer.”

From the kitchen, Sean called, “No, ma’am. Just the facts, ma’am.”

“Uh-huh,” said Lea with a very non-Southern smirk. “I’ve got my eye on you two. Don’t think I don’t.”

“No, ma’am,” answered Sean, his smile very Southern, and very wicked.

~*~

Standing under the spray, Lea contemplated the fact that tonight would be her first night alone in the apartment. Both of her boys would be back to the firehouse tonight, and that knowledge filled her with anticipated ache, even as it filled her with a bit of relief. Since Andy and Sean had met her at the airport three nights before, it felt as if most of her waking time had been spent in a fog of sexual satiation. One, the other, or both of the boys always seemed to be ready and raring to go, and that was hardly something Lea was going to complain about. Even so, Lea had lost count of the orgasms they’d brought her too, and she hadn’t even tried to count the number of times they’d come on or inside of her. Her pussy. Her mouth. Between her tits…

The previous night, when she’d needed to catch her breath, on each other: frotting — grinding their cocks together, each grabbing the other’s ass, pulling the other close, Sean on top, Andy with his head pressed against Sean’s sweaty shoulder, his eyes locked on Lea’s as he bucked against his friend and spurted up against Sean’s flat stomach, setting Sean off….

It was just about the sexiest thing that Lea had ever seen, and was the closest she’d ever come to understanding her friend Kristen’s fascination with gay porn.

As the shower poured down on her, Lea felt her nipples hardening, felt the hot water streaming between her labia. Oh, god….

Sliding into the corner of the shower stall, trying not to think about time, Lea rubbed her hands over her wet body. She later fingers trail down between her legs, and hissed as they encountered her pussy — satiated, yes; tired, perhaps; but still ready for more….