Page 20 of Just Curious

Jackson repeatedly made hungry little noises in his throat, and Willa could tell he was in a state of bliss. His arousal turned her on like nothing ever had before, and she could feel how wet she was as he slid in and out.

“God, you’re tight, Jax,” Casey murmured. “Relax. I know it’s been a long time, and I know how much you love this. Willa’s going to enjoy it too.” He kissed Jackson on the neck and gave him a little bite.

Jackson gasped then, and Willa could tell from the way he tossed his head back that Casey had just entered him. Suddenly, nothing was sweet and gentle at all. Propelled from behind, Jackson pounded into Willa as Casey drilled into him, hitting Jackson’s prostate with each thrust. All three of them cried out over and over as their combined passion grew.

Willa felt closer and closer to heaven with each mighty thrust, and she could tell her release was imminent as Jackson ground against her. Jackson cried out, “Coming,” at the same time as her spasms began.

“Yesss,” she sighed on a long breath as Casey began what she would come to find out was his normal orgasm chant. He closed his eyes and muttered a string of curses that were nonsensical, profane, and completely heartfelt.

It blew everyone’s mind once again.

Utterly exhausted, they all went back to sleep and didn’t budge again until nearly noon.

The fog from the night before had burned off, and they were having a beautiful seventy-four-degree day. Typical San Diego county weather, even for winter.

Being the consummate host, after showers, Casey offered them clean clothes to wear that they’d be comfortable relaxing in. He presented Willa with some drawstring shorts and the smallest T-shirt he could find. It didn’t fit too horribly. He loved the way she filled it out, in fact.

“You can pick out whatever you want to wear,” he told Jackson and pointed him toward the closet for shirts and pants. While Jackson looked for pants that would fit, Casey and Willa wandered toward the kitchen in search of coffee.

Jackson joined them in the kitchen, barefoot in jeans and a rock band T-shirt with a quizzical look on his face. Addressing Casey, he asked, “Have you had this Back-Trick shirt of mine all along? I thought I lost it. I got it when we went to that concert in Monterey, and then I wore it a while and it disappeared.” He turned to Willa and explained, “That was the summer after we graduated from high school.” Looking back at Casey, he said with a laugh, “I looked everywhere for this thing. It was a great concert, and I remember the trip being a lot of fun. Did I leave it at your place somehow?”

Casey stared into his mug of coffee. His cheeks had turned pink, and the tips of his ears were bright red.

“Case? It’s no big deal, I’m just curious, that’s all,” Jackson assured him.

Heaving a sigh, Casey admitted. “Okay, I swiped it from your laundry basket one day when I was over at your house. I knew we were going off to different colleges, and that made me sad. I saw the shirt, and it made me think of the good times we’d had, so I took it as sort of a souvenir. I’m sorry if you missed it.” He laughed then and went on, “You can have it back now. It’s been washed.”

“I can see that. Clearly it’s been worn and washed hundreds of times.” He sat down on the breakfast nook bench next to Casey and scooted up next to him. “I missed you too. At least now we’re back together now, living in the same place. That is, when you’re not off traveling the world like you have been for the past several weeks.”

Willa’s laughed softly and said to Casey as she bumped his knee with hers, “If you were a woman in a romance book, you’d have kept the shirt and sniffed it all the time instead of laundering it.” She noticed how her statement made Casey’s blush return. She gave him a knowing look but did not comment on it. Ready to change the subject, she asked, “You guys did see each other during those years though, right?”

Jackson explained, “Absolutely. We saw plenty of each other during school breaks and over the summer. But now that we live closer to each other, this is much better.” He put his arm around Casey’s shoulders and squeezed him.

Looking relieved, Casey did something they’d never done in all the years they’d known each other. He kissed Jackson. On the lips.

At first, Willa could see the shock in Jackson’s eyes, and then the acceptance. It was one thing to mess around with each other, but kissing represented a whole new level of intimacy. The kiss deepened and the two of them slid their arms around each other. Willa could feel herself becoming aroused at the sight and squeezed her legs together. She knew she was right; they obviously harbored strong feelings for each other.

Well… now what?

Casey eventually pulled away. He and Jackson leaned their foreheads together for an instant and then grinned at each other.

“Anyone else as hungry as I am?” Seeing both of his guests nodding and smiling, Casey said, “The chef has Sundays off, but he always leaves Belgian waffles to heat up and a bunch of fresh fruit. Or, I also have a fantastic artichoke frittata he makes that heats up really well.” He winked at Jackson as he began hauling things out of the refrigerator, and they all set to arranging brunch for themselves.

During their meal, they kept things light and talked mostly about the people they’d had conversations with at the party the night before, but when they were all done and the dishes were put in the dishwasher, Casey suggested, “Let’s take our coffees outside. It’s nice enough to sit by the pool, even though the water’s too cold right now for a swim.” They sat around a table and let the sun warm them.

Willa was the first to break the ice. “Guys, I have to say this, and you can respond however you feel, as long as you’re honest about what you answer.” Jackson looked serious and Casey looked a little worried, so she didn’t take any time getting to the point. “This experience with the two of you has been mind-blowing and beyond my wildest expectations.” She looked at Casey and added, “And you and I haven’t even fucked yet.” She winked at him. “I’m a tiny bit worried, however, that I’ve stepped into something that’s been brewing between the two of you for years, and maybe I ought to back off and let you two explore it together.”

Jackson looked aghast and said, “I thought you said you loved me!” at the very same time that Casey spluttered, “No way!”

Willa smiled at them both. “It’s not that I don’t love you, Jackson. The opposite. I don’t want you to have any regrets. If you want to be with Casey, I’ll step away. I just want you to be happy.”

“Willa,” Jackson said. “That is the kindest, sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. But… I love you. I don’t want to lose you. I want you here, I swear it.”

Casey reached for her hand and looked at her. “Willa, Jax and I haven’t messed around together in a long time. I don’t even identify as bisexual because I don’t think my actions with one person in my entire life ought to label me.” He looked at Jackson and took his hand as well. “That isn’t to say I don’t have feelings for you or that I wouldn’t welcome the opportunity to explore this triad, as Willa called it, more deeply. As long as it’s the three of us and not two.”

“Okay,” she said happily raising her hands. “Your reactions put my worries to rest. Forget I said anything. And I do love you, Jackson. I just had to put it out there.” She leaned over and kissed him softly as he seemed to relax.

Jackson looked at Willa and then Casey. “I doubt Casey and I would have been together again as sex partners had it not been for you. You’re the glue here, and I’ll just put it out there too, that if the two of you want to keep this going with all three of us, I’m in. I love you Willa. And, Case, I have to admit finally that I’ve kind of been a little bit in love with you since we were kids.”

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