Unchartered Curves (Cruisin’ With Curves)

6. Duane

Chapter six

Duane

T he three of us were not ready to call it a night, and went to the Opulent Oasis Martini Bar, a venue tucked into a corner between the areas where our penthouse and her room were.

“This place is so cozy,” she said, sinking into a velvet chair and rubbing her hand on the soft arms.

It made me want to get a velvet chair for our place. Gill and I bought an enormous home outside of Hopeton the year before, after we’d made two million dollars from our books. My condo was feeling cramped, and he had been living in a townhome. We often slept at each other's homes when we were writing, too.

Anisa ordered a complicated martini.

“I’m so impressed,” Gill teased her. “What should we get?”

I ended up with a vintage Scotch, and Gill got a shaken martini. I took a picture of the bar’s menu, to use in our book.

“Did you take a picture of the menu?” Anisa asked me.

We were again around a small table, and Anisa’s lovely leg bumped into mine. I was as aware of her as a teen on a date. It made me wonder what she’d do if I pulled her into my lap.

“Sorry.” I cleared my throat when I realized she was waiting for me to answer. “I did. We are talking about writing a book on the ship. I’ve been looking at some procedures and codes used on this ship, and we are going to meet with the captain.”

“Seriously?” She reached out a hand to each of our arms. “That’s exciting. I don’t want to intrude on your process, but can I come too?”

Gill was nodding at me.

“I think that can be arranged,” I said, already thinking about how this might go. We could hardly ask her to be quiet when we met with the Captain, and I didn’t really want to. Her comments and questions about our writing got me thinking about twists and character points in a way I hadn’t since we’d started writing.

Gill and I were finding a terrific partner in Anisa.

“I don’t want this amazing night to end,” she said, as we walked to the deck and enjoyed the sight of the moonlight on the ocean.

She turned to me when we walked up to the railing and gave me a kiss.

Gill moved in behind her and we turned her from one of us to the other, enjoying kisses that got longer and more passionate.

My hands roamed over her curves when she was kissing me, and then my lips trailed down her neck as she kissed Gill.

“Shall we take this somewhere else?” Gill asked quietly, when we were all breathing hard.

She looked at him, then me, and nodded. We all held hands as we walked to the penthouse.

The second we were inside the door, she pulled us to the couch, pushing us down, then sitting on her knees between us, so she could continue alternating kisses.

When she kissed me, she put her hands on my face and leaned into me, as our tongues tangled.

It was amazing how there was no awkwardness as she made out with each of us. I slid the strap of her dress off her shoulder and kissed the slightly reddened skin from our time in the sun that day. She eased back and pulled her dress over her head.

Then she started unbuttoning Gill’s shirt. I hurried to get mine off as well. I couldn’t take my eyes off her strapless black lace bra.

Gill was muttering in Spanish, alternating in between helping her take off his shirt.

I tossed mine behind me and pulled her back to me, my hands covering her large breasts.

“You are so beautiful,” I said. I knew I should come up with more creative compliments, but I could barely think. Being here with my best friend, and this wonderful woman, felt like nothing I’d ever experienced.

Hot, feverish minutes followed, and soon her bra was off, and my mouth was on her brown nipple while Gill kissed her. We had moved closer together and things were getting hotter by the second.

My hand slid into her black panties, the remaining clothing she had on, my fingers brushing against the top of her hot, wet center. She groaned into Gill’s mouth, as I teased her clit with my thumb.

Her body shook, and she pulled off Gill, who moved to kiss her breasts, as my finger slid inside her.

“She’s so wet for us,” I breathed to Gill, though we could all hear her wetness as my finger moved slowly inside her.

Gills hand slid up the inside of Anisa’s leg, and his fingers moved to tease her clit as I added another finger inside.

Anisa gripped my hair as her back bucked a little. “Duane. Gill. You two make me crazy.”

“That’s mutual, sweetheart,” I said, watching her face as she came.

“Gorgeous.” Gill’s hands stroked over her body as she shook above us.

***

A few minutes later, I was still hard as we cuddled her between us, covered in a blanket. Her head rested on my shoulder.

“But neither of you got to enjoy that?” She asked, while yawning.

“Next time.” Gill kissed her cheek. “And we did enjoy it. We loved watching you. Do you want to sleep in one of the beds here, or do you want us to walk you back to your place?”

I sensed, as Gill seemed to, that it wasn’t the right time to move things forward even more. I hoped we would have a lot of time in our future, and this was too important to rush.

“I’d like to stay here.” Her eyes were closing as she said it.

I smiled at my best friend over Anisa’s head. I hoped we’d have a lot of shared moments like this in the future, as we cared for our woman.