Friday evening, Ben and Gabrielle sat at the kitchen table, waiting for their guest to arrive. They tried to remain patient as the seconds slowly ticked by.
Gaby wore a pink halter top, a short, black denim skirt, and black, calf-high leather boots. Ben wore blue jeans, a t-shirt, and socks. Gaby had decided against wearing a bra -- one less thing to take off later, she reasoned -- and Ben could see her already erect nipples pushing against the fabric of her top.
At 7:27, they heard Mrs. Moynahan's door close. Five minutes later, they heard it close a second time, followed quickly by a trio of soft knocks on their door.
Gaby calmly stood up and went to answer it. Ben heard her invite Dylan into the kitchen.
Dylan walked in and Ben rose to greet him. He wore a tan polo shirt, khaki slacks, and loafers. In his socks, Ben stood two full inches taller than Dylan did with shoes on. And, while Dylan wasn't small, Ben's frame significantly exceeded his.
Dylan involuntarily took half a step backward as Ben reached out to shake his hand.
"Don't worry, Kid, I'm not gonna hurt you," Ben assured him.
Dylan's body language told both Ben and Gaby he wasn't 100 percent sure about that.
"Dylan's transferring to Harvard next year," Gaby said, attempting to lighten the mood.
"I hope to," Dylan corrected.
"Hahvahd," Ben said, affecting an exaggerated Boston accent. "Ahe you one of those wicked smaht kids?"
"A little bit, I guess," Dylan shrugged.
"What are you doing until then?" Ben asked.
"Going to CU," Dylan answered.
"Oh," Ben said, in an exaggerated fashion, while looking at Gaby, "good old CU."
Gaby gave him an awkward smile.
"Why don't you have a seat in the living room," Ben said, to Dylan. "I need to speak with Gaby for a moment."
As Dylan moved down the hallway, Ben crooked his finger at Gaby.
"Come here," he whispered.
She moved close to him.
"So, on top of being Mrs. M's grandson," Ben said, quietly, "he's going to be a student where you teach."
"Yes," Gaby acknowledged.
"This doesn't seem like a problem to you?" Ben asked.
"Brit's a CU student, and we played with her," Gaby said.
"She's 21," Ben countered. "And, she doesn't live next door."
"Are you backing out?" Gaby asked.
"No," he said, quickly. "If you want to do it, I'll do it. But, you need to consider the risks. I mean, there's dangerous, and then there's crazy dangerous."
"The university's policy doesn't forbid dating students, as long as they aren't taking our class," Gaby told him. "They consider us all adults."
"And, what happens if he runs around campus telling everyone about how he nailed a professor?" Ben asked.
"Then, I'll get hit on by a few more of my male students," she said, with a grin.
"I'm not joking," Ben said.
"I know, Babe," she said, seriously. "You don't have to worry. When I spoke to him, I was very clear about the need for discretion."
Ben looked doubtful.
"Trust me," Gaby said.
"OK," Ben said. "It's your call."
She looked into his eyes for a few moments.
"Come on," she said, finally. "Let's do it."
He followed her out of the kitchen.
"Is everything OK?" Dylan asked, as the two entered the living room.
"Yes," Gaby told him. "We're ready to go."
"Why don't you sit in your chair, Ben?" Gaby suggested.
He moved to an oversized red upholstery chair and sat down. Until the previous week, the red chair -- recently re-christened 'The Ben Chair' -- had resided in Gaby's favorite coffee house. When a large national coffee chain bought the location to further its quest for global domination, the previous owner sold the eclectic collection of furniture the shop had accumulated over the years. The chair had been Gaby's favorite -- for a number of reasons -- and the owner practically gave it to her.
After having it cleaned, she presented it to Ben. The gift was immediately followed by a different kind of christening.
Gaby led Dylan to the couch and gestured for him to sit at the end nearest Ben.
She moved across the room to the entertainment center and loaded a CD in the player.
As Aerosmith's "Sweet Emotion" drifted from the speakers, she returned to the couch. Standing in front of Dylan, she began rocking her hips from side to side. She crouched slightly, placing her hands on her knees, then slowly moved them upward as she straightened her body. She let her hands slide between her legs, up over her stomach, and across her breasts, before raising them above her head.
"I love this song," she said, spinning slowly to let Dylan watch her ass move.
Ben glanced at Dylan. His eyes were locked on Gaby's perfect butt.
Gaby danced seductively for another minute, then returned her hands to her waist. She took hold of the bottom of her shirt and quickly stripped it off, tossing it on the coffee table.
She covered her bare breasts with her hands, twisted around, and moved closer to Dylan. She spread her fingers, giving him a peek of her dark nipples. He licked his lips.
Gaby turned her back to him and sat down in his lap. He was unsure what to do. Initially, he reached up to touch Gaby, but then looked at Ben and dropped his hands.
Gaby laughed. As she gyrated her hips, she reached back, took hold of his hands, and guided them to her breasts.
"Here, Sweetie," she said, "you can squeeze them a little."
Dylan moaned.
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"Y...yes," he croaked.
Gaby smiled at Ben.
She slipped off Dylan's lap and stood up. Moving to the center of the room, she put her hands under her skirt and pulled her pink lace thong down to her thighs. She looked back at Dylan over her right shoulder -- he now sat on the very edge of the couch.
Gaby bent at the waist, pulling the panties downward as she did so. As she manipulated the underwear past the boots, her skirt allowed the men a painfully fleeting glimpse of her pussy.
She stood up and spun quickly. She looked at Ben and Dylan with feigned shock -- as if she'd caught them peeking up her skirt.
She took the thong in her hands, and stretched it like a slingshot. Aiming it at Ben, she let it go. The lace flew several feet and Ben caught it. Gaby held out both hands, giving each of the men a "come here" sign with her fingers.
As they stood, she stopped dancing and walked into the hallway leading toward the bedroom. The men followed -- Ben let Dylan take the lead. Gaby spun a few times, allowing additional views of her breasts.
Reaching the bedroom, Gaby unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
"You boys have too many clothes on," she said, turning toward them as she stepped out of the skirt.
She stood before them naked, except for her boots. Ben began undressing slowly. Dylan seemed hesitant.
"Come here, Dylan," Gaby said, as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
Dylan moved to stand in front of her. Gaby put her hands on his stomach and pulled at his shirt.
"Take this off," she ordered.
He stripped off the shirt and dropped it beside the bed.
Gaby ran her hands up his flat belly to his smooth chest.
"Mmmm," she said, quietly. "I like that."
Ben, now stripped to his boxer-briefs, pulled a chair to the side of the bed and sat down. He twisted around to open a drawer in the nightstand. He grabbed a small box, turned, and poured a dozen assorted condoms onto the bed, next to Gaby.
Gaby deftly unbuckled Dylan's belt as he toed off his shoes. She unsnapped his pants, then slowly unzipped them, letting her knuckles brush against the bulge barely contained within.
Dylan looked down at her as she spread the flaps. Gaby's eyes met his. He pushed the pants over his hips and let them fall to his ankles.
As Dylan stepped out of his pants, Gaby looked at Ben.
"Are you OK, Baby?" she asked.
He nodded.
Dylan took off his socks and stood up, now wearing nothing but his Fruit of the Loom tighty-whiteys. Gaby could see he was fully erect -- the head of his cock threatened to poke out the top of his underwear.
She leaned forward to kiss his abdomen. He moaned as she cupped his balls with her right hand.
With her left hand, she reached out to touch Ben's knee.
"Let's go boys," she said, tugging at Dylan's underwear, "you're still overdressed for this party."
Ben stood up, pushing his boxers to his ankles before straightening his body. He took a step closer to Gaby, grabbed her short hair, and pulled her head back. He leaned over to kiss her neck, running his tongue across her jugular before releasing her.
Gaby looked at Dylan, his erect cock pointed at her.
"Come here," she said, pulling him to her.
She picked up an un-lubricated condom. She tore open the foil packet and carefully rolled the latex along Dylan's shaft.
Ben stood at the side of the bed, slightly to Gaby's left. He also selected a condom without lube, and quickly put it on.
Gaby ran her tongue down the length of Dylan's cock. The sensation sent a shiver through Dylan's body. She then took the head into her warm mouth, wrapping her lips around him and flicking the tip with her tongue. His body stiffened and he let out a long moan.
With her left hand, she reached up to stroke Ben's shaft. With her right, she gripped Dylan's.
Taking her mouth off Dylan, she looked up at the two men as she jerked them hard and fast.
She caught Dylan taking a furtive glance at Ben's cock as she worked it with her left hand.
Men, she thought.
Gaby could tell by his face Dylan couldn't last much longer. She loosened her grip on him, and slowed her stroking.
Leaning to her left, she took Ben's cock in her mouth. She took him deep, letting the head slip into her throat. He grunted, not expecting her to deep throat him so quickly. He clutched at her shoulder, trying to steady himself.
As he fought to control himself, she was gone. Gaby moved her mouth back to Dylan, taking his entire length.
"Shit," he cried out, as her lips reached his pubic hair.
She held him there for several seconds. His legs began to quiver.
Gaby switched back to Ben, moving her left hand between his legs. She grabbed his ass and pulled him toward her.
