****Short Chapter. Sorry about the wait. Been super busy with a new jo and the big move! thanks for sticking wiht me! Leave a comment PLEASE!!!! I love hearing what you think of the story so far! Have a great one guys and dolls!******
Trist rode down the elevator in silence. He had never felt more awkward. Not even when he came out as bisexual to his family or the media. He was carrying a bright purple cage with a hedgehog in it. And Beau was talking to it. What the hell had he gotten himself into? He had no clue that Khara would have a pet or that it would be the "Ziggy" she kept referencing. He had no problem with pets, he just had never owned one and always thought it would be something cool like a Lab or a Doberman. Maybe even Austrian Wolfhound. But a pet hedgehog? Never in his wildest imagination.
Khara meanwhile sat in the other corner counting the beads on her bracelet humming. She had everything she needed for a weekend away from home and was still extremely nervous about breaking her routine. She was trying and figured this would be the first step in branching out of her comfort zone as her therapist so often begged her to try and do. She would be spending the weekend with two men who made her feel strange things. Probably doing things that were most definitely NOT in her schedule. Maybe she could even sleep in! She would try but she was doubtful.
The elevator stopped and Beau happily skipped off chatting away about all the fun things they could this weekend. Trist watched as Khara made her way off the elevator, completely in her own world. He wanted to ask her what she was thinking but figured he would let her think in peace. He was sure she was stressed and hoped that this weekend they could show her how easy living with them could be. It only took him and Beau about 1 month to move in together. He wasn't a patient man by nature but he understood he would probably have to slow down his approach. She was already far more receptive to the entire situation than they thought she would be but that was good. That meant that she was comfortable, which was their goal.
After loading her bag and Ziggy in the car, they started back towards the condo. Beau turned around to ask her if she wanted to grab food while they were out and noticed her nervously twitching and mumbling under her breath. He turned to Beau and whispered "Maybe we should go home and cook or even order out. She's not looking so good." Trist took a quick look in the rear-view mirror and gave a quick nod. He slowed his speed as they neared the parking garage. "Almost there babe. Just a few more seconds." He pulled in to their parking space and watched her once again hop out and rush over to a cover to vomit. He sighed and shook his head. He wondered if it would ever get better.
A few moments later they were shuffling back into the condo. Khara turned to the men, "Where can I set up my stuff? I need to get Ziggy settled in. She doesn't do well with change." Both men were sure it wasn't just Ziggy upset with the change of scenery but didn't want to call Khara out on it. "You can use the room you showered in earlier. Why don't we just call that your room? It's never been used and maybe that will help you get more comfortable," said Beau. She stared at both men in awe. They were offering her personal space? It took Jared months to agree to let her have a little privacy with her reading room. She didn't know why, but it caused her to burst out and smile.
Trist watched that smile bloom across her face and felt his breath catch in his chest. She was just plain fucking gorgeous. And, luckily for them, she didn't even know it. And hopefully they could keep all of that beauty to themselves. They watched her flounce off down the hall with her bag and Ziggy's cage. They could tell that something about giving her a private room had touched her but didn't know why.
Trist wandered towards the kitchen while Beau went to change. It was late, he was at home, and he damn sure didn't want to spend the evening in jeans. He knew Beau was going to cook and that Khara needed a few quiet moments to herself. He walked into their room and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He laid back on the bed and suddenly images of all three of them naked in this bed assaulted his mind. His dick was suddenly rock hard and painfully throbbing. He reached in boxers and lightly squeezed his dick. He could picture Khara and Trist both paying his dick attention. He wanted Khara's mouth on him and Tristan's hands. The contrast would be fucking mind blowing. He didn't realize he was slowly stroking himself to the wild fantasies in his head. He was so deep in his thought he didn't hear the knock on his door. He was just seconds away from orgasm when he heard the door open and watched Khara stroll in.
Khara immediately stopped once she noticed what Beau was doing. It had been more than 30 minutes since she left them in the hall and she was wondering if they had a few things she needed to set up Ziggy. All she could see was his massive erection and his flushed face. The tip was glistening with pre-cum and he had it wrapped tightly in his fist. She slowly walked over to the edge of bed, never once removing her eyes from his dick. Beau was so caught up in his masturbating, he couldn't find it in himself to be ashamed. He watched her entranced stare. He wanted to beg her to touch him but waited for her to make a move. He watched her hand reached out and her fingertips graze over the tip of his dick. He felt the touch clear to his toes. His entire back arched up and his eyes rolled back.
If she touched him one more time, he was sure to cum as hard as he did earlier. She bent forward at the waist and licked the tip. He grabbed her head and snatched her away. He came with a force he's only felt a few times before. It splattered on her cheek, his leg, and chest. Both were panting a few minutes later and hadn't moved. Neither noticed Trist standing in the doorway.