He was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever laid eyes on. Skinny with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, the underside of his hair shaven. He looked a lot like Jeff Hardy, which is what drew me, us, to him in the first place. His cute, crooked smile was enchanting and the age lines by his eyes and on his forehead were endearing. He had a small scar under his left eye, and oh, his colour-changing eyes were marvelous, in the shape of a division symbol. He said he got it from a fight he'd been in many years ago. I knew, from the moment I heard his voice, deep, melodic, with an ever so slight southern drawl, that I had to have him.
Coincidentally, his name is Jeff, though his last name is not Hardy, and is of no importance to this tale, I found that amusing.
When we first met, he was forty-five, I just twenty-one. My beloved was twenty-two and only then coming to terms with the fact that he was bi-sexual. My beloved's name is Nikolai. I call him Nikki.
Nikki is quite the looker himself; tall with long brown hair that he slicked back all the time, giving him a regal air even when wearing bluejeans, and dark green eyes with flecks of yellow scattered throughout. Nikki is a slim fellow, not exactly skinny, but thinner than most in this country. He had no real muscle definition, which gave a boyish cuteness to his appearance.
Myself, well, my name is Rebecca. I have light blonde, curly hair and I keep the underside of my hair shaven. I am 'unfortunately curvy' as I like to say. Big, but not fat, barely even chubby. Big breasts, 36DDD the last time I bought a new bra. Unfortunately, my breasts have began to sag a bit from their sheer size and for the fact that I prefer sports bras over ones with real support. But, hey, at least the hint of sag proves that they are real and not some sick, expensive body-mod. I have a broad shouldered, wide hipped frame. I am a bit more muscular than most women and I am proud of this. I've had more than one person tell me I should be the poster girl for women's sports. I have thick calf muscles, strong thighs and a surprisingly perky butt. But enough about me.
We met Jeff at the twenty-four hour coffee shop he worked at, right across the street from the motel we were staying in 'until we found a reasonably priced apartment'. He worked third shift and was often the only one there. He seemed surprised at first to see us wander in at three in the morning and greeted us with a tired-sounding "Hi there. How can I help ya?"
As time went on, we spent more time at the coffee shop. After all, free wi-fi. We would have had to have paid for it at the motel. I'd taken to standing outside with Jeff on his smoke breaks, making small talk. Nikki soon followed, and a friendship blossomed between the three of us.
Jeff told us about himself, bit by bit; his struggles with many addictions, about his kids, his love for music. He was stunning to watch as he spoke, always from the heart. He always made eye contact with us and I found it hard to meet his gaze. The man was not intimidating, an inch taller than me, if even that. But his eyes were so piercing, his words deep and powerful.
At first we greeted with handshakes, he smiled at the firmness of mine, but they quickly became hugs and then hugs with kisses on the cheek.
One night, I tilted my face up and was surprised by a light peck on the lips. Pleasantly surprised, my lips tingled. I could only stare as he grinned, sexy pink lips pulled tight over his teeth. My heart beat wildly in my chest, but he quickly turned his attention to Nikki. Jeff pursed his lips at my love and raised his eyebrow. Nikki looked at me nervously and poked his fingers together. I was still breathless, touching my lips with my fingertips.
"What? I've kissed males I'm close to before, what makes you think I wouldn't kiss you?" Jeff asked.
When I realized this may have been my only chance to see the two beautiful men together in such a way, I pushed Nikki into Jeff, and not gently either.
Nikki yelped as he flailed and fell into Jeff's already open arms.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little bit turned on by the tender kiss they shared.
That night, Nikki and I fucked. It wasn't the tender love we usually made; it was rough, hard and needy. Our thoughts were on Jeff. We wanted him badly.
Nikki was crushed when he found out Jeff was straight, but I was never convinced that he was entirely so. It was a casual comment he'd made. Despite what he'd said, Jeff flirted with us, both of us. Said Nikki's hair was 'sexy'.
One evening, Jeff invited us back to his place. To our surprise, he lived in the same motel we did. "Out of convinience," he'd said.
I sat on the floor in-front of Jeff, rubbing his feet. He made the most delicious sounds, moaning softly when I found sore spots, whimpering as I worked my fingers over his tired, aching feet. Nikki was on the computer, checking hockey scores and talking to Jeff between the others' moans. I moved to a chair and offered Jeff a shoulder rub, which he gladly accepted. I spread my legs so he could sit on the floor between them. When he made a joke about me 'spreading my legs for him' I was mildly concerned that he might be able to smell how aroused I was. But he sat down and I worked on his shoulders, recieving another chorus of moans. I rested my cheek on his head for a brief moment, nuzzling his soft hair. His roots were starting to show- dark brown. I wanted to kiss his neck so badly, I wanted to bite and mark the beautiful pale skin laid out before me, but I resisted, barely. I looked over at Nikki, whose eyes were half-lidded and I assumed from the way he was sitting that he had an erection. When I couldn't take anymore of the beautiful torture I gave Jeff a brief hug and leaned back into the big chair. He got up, gave me a smile and went back to his seat on the bed. I leaned back into the embrace of the surprisingly nice chair, resting my face in the soft fabric. Everything smelled like Jeff. I wanted to touch myself. I kept my legs firmly closed for the rest of the evening.
Now that we were close by and knew it, the three of us spent a lot of time together. Nikki and Jeff liked to cook, and did so together frequently. I was never much into the cullinary arts, so I let the two enjoy their time in the kitchen together, alone. Nikki despises all things tobbaco, so Jeff and I smoked alone and talked.
I admitted to my own brief drug addiction, and some relationships that had gone sour in the past, omitting a few choice details. I was still in a place where I felt I had to impress Jeff, and I didn't want to look like a needy bitch.
Not long after we found an affordable place, Jeff took ill and lost his job at the coffee shop. We lost contact for a while, but he was always in our thoughts.
One day, a few months later, we got a text at three in the morning, the time we'd usually hang out with Jeff. It said to come see him at his new place, and warned us that he'd lost some weight.
He waved to us as we pulled up, smiling softly. When he opened the door, I saw just how tiny he was. Fuck, he was still beautiful. His sweatpants were hanging low on his hips, giving a nice veiw of his hip bones and the soft, dark fuzz on his lower abdomen. I cursed under my breath and licked my lips. I looked at Nikki, who was appreciating the view just as much as I was. When Nikki tore his gaze away from the amazing sight before us, I mouthed to him the word 'tonight'. He shivered.
Jeff had dyed his hair. It was now dark brown, his natural colour. I was staring at him as he invited us in.
Nikki and I sat on his bed as Jeff sat on a chair, facing us. He leaned back, loosely crossing his legs, splayed out in a way that looked almost like he was posing. His shirt was riding up, and I could see his navel, and the trail of hair leading into his pants. I whined. He smirked at me and carried on conversation as normal, telling us about how he'd been under the weather and appologized for not contacting us.
Jeff had recently had a birthday, and Nikki and I had gotten him presents. He opened them and thanked us, hugging us. When he embraced me, I couldn't help but slip my hands down to his ass and grab a hand full. Jeff gasped and stiffened in my grip, his face heating with the first signs of a blush. I muttered 'sorry' and let him go. I wasn't sorry at all.
