Breakfast in bed the boys feed on Margo's every move. NAPKIN?
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Margo Needy was having another rough night sleeping. It had been almost a week since her son Elliot had gone off to study in Paris. With only texts to go on Margo's prodigal son was having the time of his life, even mastering the French language. Not to mention he had already set his sights on a cute French girl, even though he shared no info on the girl at all, not even her name. She missed her boy. Although having only raised him a mere 12 years after she and her husband Darryl adopted the lad at age 7, he was pretty much all she had left. Darryl having been killed in a car crash left her the sole provider with only dwindling insurance money and an expiring contractual obligation he had with the college he coached for. Until now she thought she would lose everything. She still might. Unless a miracle happened.
Then, came her son's friends stepping up to at least give her some form of hope. She had pondered on renting out rooms in her luxurious home in the Poconos to be able to prolong her forced sale of the estate. Darryl's insurance was not enough to pay the 180-acre property off, let alone upkeep. His contract keeping the utilities on and feeding her for the time being. Luckily, she maintained a diet to keep herself fit. At Darryl's insistence Margo had kept herself in perfect physical condition without going over the top. Both becoming fitness junkies until Margo just couldn't see stopping. Now that Darryl was gone it was all that she truly had left.
She was all alone, with the exception of roommates. Four nineteen-year-old boys, her son's friends. Only two of which had moved in at the moment, the remaining two shortly. What little financial assist was welcomed. They would at least provide company and save her on having to pay any groundskeeper, pool cleaner, among other things. All strapping young lads with good intentions. The sex was not bad either. Oh yes, Margo Needy had sampled the young men upon arrival. Two all the way, the other two on the way. So far things were looking up.
Hearing the birds noisily waking up outside her bedroom window she covers her head with her pillow, not even that quieted their symphony of annoyance. Why was it already so warm? Living amid mountains it should be so much cooler. This year was becoming unseasonably hot already. Kicking away her blankets to rest on top of her sheet Margo Needy enjoyed what coolness the sendoff allowed. As she always does, slumbering in the nude left a breath of freedom. This was a habit that husband Darryl also expected of her thus becoming second nature over the years.
This was something she hated changing. But, having four young men in her home meant that she might someday encounter an unexpected intruder, even if it was on innocent terms. Not having a lock on her bedroom door kind of meant she probably should start wearing at least something. After locking herself out of her bedroom multiple times over the years Darryl changed the knob to prevent any future happenstance, not to mention he found the easy access exhilarating when he had guests over. Topic for another day. She was not that handy herself to go and change the knob.
Another she should moment crept over her thoughts. She could ask one of the boys to change the knob to install a proper lock, but that might mean two things, one they would mistake her intention and assume she didn't trust them, or old habits might rise up and she could lock herself out again. Margo sighed heavily and chose to just keep what she had. Surely, the boys would not just walk right in without knocking. They were respectful outside of some innocent flirting. Well, Brian not so much, he was the wild one.
Of course, she jeopardized that when things ended up leading to her seducing them in ways that made them both think that they were the one doing it. Giving in but pleading that they keep quiet in order to make it appear that they were each her sole lover. So far both Cabot Ross and Brian Hancock had kept quiet, doing things that made her feel good about herself, calming to her insecurity. She was in all reality not that insecure at all, but it helped her cover story. It did brighten her day. She was one hell of an actress.
Lifting her pillow away from her face she places it beneath her again and stares at the walls. It was too quiet. With only Brian and Cabot having already moved in she felt secure and safe out here seven miles from civilization, alone that might have been her undoing. Heath and Eric moving in today and tomorrow after their jobs allowed them time to do so, would mean a full house. This would take some getting used to. It had only ever been she, Darryl, and Elliot living here before now, soon the number would be five. All she hoped for was that the boys would keep the noise level down and pay their $450.00 rent on time. That extra $1,800.00 a month could be banked and rescue her during tax time. Under the table she could hide it from the IRS and put it in a safe hidden in her attic. Small increments deposited in her bank account for utility purposes. The plan seemed good. Time would tell their reliability. Cabot was already off to a good start paying her $900.00 up front. Brian only his rent without a deposit. She hadn't really demanded a deposit because she knew the boys weren't wealthy. She was being motherly.
A whiff of food captured her nostrils and made her tummy growl. Since Elliot had left, her appetite was just not there, outside of fruit. Today she was finding that it was long overdue to get back on track. Considering it time to get up, her bedside clock saying 6:45 AM, Margo started to roll over on to her side, but ended up collapsing back on to her frontal. Covering herself halfway with her top sheet she relented to a few more minutes of laziness. Although that food smelled so good. She could distinguish eggs and bacon. Groaning at her tummy she heard footsteps outside her door in the hallway. "Either Brian, Cabot, or both must be taking their breakfast to their rooms to eat." She could envision dirty dishes sitting on a dresser for two weeks. Of course, so far this week the two boys had kept things spotless. Perhaps not. It was too early to really form an opinion.
"My God those eggs are hypnotic." She sighs. "Get out of bed Margo." Margo just couldn't rally. She was going to have to. Her bedroom door busted open making her jump. In marched both Cabot and Brian as if they owned the place. She looked up seeing both boys circulating, Brian moving past her to open her curtains to let the daylight in. Blinded, she covers her eyes. In her loss of vision her ears pick up what was necessary.
"Crap! Turn around Brian." Cabot said, "Might want to cover up Margo. Sorry."
Realization that she was nude only partially covered by her top sheet, she squealed nasally and swiftly snatched up her silk sheet to slip beneath it and cover her chest. Her act was right on point, she certainly was not bothered but to keep her dual beliefs between the boys she feigned complete and utter shock. The sheet went clear over her up to her throat, held there by clenched fingers.
"BOYS! You can't just barge in unannounced."
She knew Brian had not looked away once and had to take a deep breath. Seeing Cabot holding a breakfast tray she understood what was happening. Cabot with his eyes lowered meant he was truly sorry. Perhaps another well played act. Brian began fidgeting, maybe he was sorry too. She was not the only good actor in the house.
"We brought you breakfast in bed to show our appreciation." Cabot informed her.
"Right! Freshly squeezed OJ even. You need to eat Margo. Don't think we... aren't noticing your neglect in appetite." His own mouth was watering just looking at Margo shyly concealing her gorgeous body. Upon entering he had caught a healthy dose of skin before she covered herself. That thin sheet was hardly helpful, he could still see her ever taunt nipples poking through it.
"I knew that food was getting closer." She inhaled and eyed the tray with inquisitive eyes. "I'm covered up Cabot. You can open your eyes. Thank you for being a gentleman. Unlike others in the room." She winced at Brian who immediately grinned and mumbled an apology once again. He was sooo not sorry and she knew it. A hidden wagged tongue from Cabot made her wish it was on her clit.
Cabot joining reality wasted no time in carefully sitting down next to her hip and passing the tray over to her. "You might need to sit up more." He encouraged her from her laying there moment. Hissing a tad, she scooted up on her mattress awkwardly until reclined against her headboard. Seeing her discomfort Brian darted to her other side and snatches up a secondary pillow to plant behind her. In his swiftness he caught a glimpse of her full backside down to her butt, compressed on the mattress but still visible.
"Not looking. Just tushioning... I mean cushioning your back."
"Knock it off Brian. We've embarrassed the hell out of Margo as it is."
"I'm fine Cabot. Just... don't make a habit of storming in here without knocking." Although, it seemed rather erotic. All it would take for them is to rip that sheet away, see her naked and admit they had both already fucked her. Truth be told she would have been okay with that. Still, she really hoped they might keep their secrets a few more days to give her time to seduce the incoming Heath Talbot and Eric Crowe.
"We promise we'll knock next time. Right, dumbass?" He sneered at Brian who flipped him off.
"Now! Now! No name calling. Brian gets the idea. Don't you Brian?"
"Sure!" He shakes his head no just to make her squirm. It was more adjusting her angle than any squirm but let him think what he wanted.
In her repositioning Cabot notes that her sheet slipped a bit under her grasp revealing more cleavage. His passing down the tray for a rest over her hips she reluctantly released the sheet trying to make sure he didn't spill anything. The teetering tall glass of juice gave her reason not to want it spilling and drowning her sheets. Again, without her holding the sheet to her chest, it slid lower until her chest very nearly exposed nipples. Brian sitting on her left pressed his weight on her sheet to prevent her tugging it up, forcing a wince out of Margo, explaining how evil he was through eye contact. He definitely had the horns for her juicy Y. The boys were slick.
"Ummm!" She lowers her gaze to her chest to see how much was accidently exposed, attempting to hold her tray while using one hand to pull on the sheet. Brian's weight holding it down became evident that he was not going to release it. "UP!" She frowned at the young man. No hurry, he stayed put.
"Up? We are." He wanted to point at his erection but saw Cabot threatening him with a glare. "Oh, I thought you meant... we had to be up to make you... breakfast. So naïve."
