Promise To Be Tender: Part Five

I looked at the silver band on my left ring finger. It was enough to keep most women away. Kris was different. Kris knew the truth, that the relationship was over, and the divorce had happened years ago. But, she also knew the love was still in me, and that woman could call me away to be hurt all over again. Kris and I were close enough friends for her to know I had never planned to love again. I wasn't over the one that had lasted half my life. Fuck! Fuck!

I could say I loved someone, and there were times I did say it, mainly because I loved things people did. Don't try to tell me you don't know what I mean. It's the shit you do to make other people happy or feel better.

I had told Kris and Jenny I loved them, and it had been because I loved being with two women. That sounds messed up, right? It was the best fucking, etc. that I had ever had, and I loved them for it. Does that sound better?

No? Well, fuck it. That's not the point, anyway.

I really love Kris. I mean, REALLY love her, and that wasn't the plan.

Even Kris has said the word "love", like when she and Jenny and I were together the first night.

"Love him, Jenny. I want you to let him love you. I promise he will be tender with you."

I do not think she meant real love. She meant good sex, right? Yeah. Besides, Jenny had gone from sweet to almost antagonistic towards me. The third night, she came over later, drank wine, refused the shower with Kris, drank more wine, and then the three of us went to bed. Jenny pretty much demanded my dick right away, as soon as Kris said it was alright. When I moved to lick her, arouse her and moisten her up with my mouth, she said, "Don't. Don't eat my pussy, just fuck me. Fuck me."

When I glanced at Kris, I noticed Jenny roll her eyes.

The thing was, her attitude was a turn-off, and I wasn't hard enough, especially with her not being moistened, and she wasn't. Jenny said, "Let Mommy suck it until it's real hard."

The thought that went through my mind was that Kris could suck it until I came, but Kris eagerly latched onto my dick, and it felt so good when her lips first brushed the head, I arched my back and moaned, pushing forward into her super warm, super wet mouth. I was instantly rock hard, and Jenny pulled at me. "Okay, now. Come on, Mac!"

I wanted to stay where I was, but moved to Jenny's opened legs and pushed into her, grunting at the barely moist grip of her. Jenny assaulted my dick, forcing herself down repeatedly, and we both rocked vigorously against each other, all tenderness forgotten. Jenny kept saying, "Yes, oh, fuck! Fuck me...fuck me hard, Daddy! I like it. Come on, make me come, make me come, make me come."

I could hear myself saying, "Yes, baby girl, ah, fuck, that's tight, agh, agh, yeah..."

It was not okay for me to blow it in there. I asked if she was close. She told me to keep going. Soon, I had to get out, and I told her.

"SHIT!" Was all she said.

Kris didn't touch us, and usually, we were all touching while I was fucking Jenny, yet I knew it was too much action, and we were moving too hard and fast. I pulled, and then came before I got to Kris. The look I exchanged with her told me how much she missed me ending with her.

I missed it, too.

Kris wiped my spill from the blanket, then went into the bathroom. Jenny sat up, gave me an unpleasant look, and went in to the table. I heard wine pouring. I slipped my boxers on, and followed her, sitting down a couple of feet from her. She had tears streaming down her face, and was smoking one of my cigarettes, and drinking white wine that was probably room temperature.

"What is going on with you, Jenny?"

She took a drink on the wine, and sat her glass down. "Do you even like me, Mac? Are you fucking me because Kris can't, or won't? I look at her when you are in me, because I'm loving you, and I want to love her, too, you see? All I see is the two of you looking at each other, and getting closer, and I feel like I'm not in it. I walked away from another life for her, Mac."

I didn't know what to say. I'm not a fucking mind reader. Maybe I would've said that, except that Jenny was right on the money. Kris and I were closer than I could believe. I didn't feel close to Jenny. We were all to blame, really.

But wasn't this all supposed to be about getting laid?

Talking about this shit was making me feel like I wanted to go.

"Mac, she has barely let me touch her since you got here. I could return to a loveless marriage for that. I left that for love. Love."

It was the first I had heard about her leaving her husband to be with Kris.

"It's the same for me, Jenny...You've been here. This is it."

I realized Kris was standing at the edge of the room."Are we all holding back trying not to hurt someone else?" she asked. "I know I have felt funny about Mac seeing you go down on me, and you seeing him do that, or anything else to me. I have wanted it and thinking about it, I want more."

She paused, took a deep breath and said, "This is new, I haven't been with two at once, and it's been years since I had been with anyone. I don't know."

Kris sat on the sofa, pulling my blanket over her naked body.

I sure did not feel as if I had been holding anything back, at least not physically.

I looked at Jenny. "It would be easier to know you if we were spending more time, and I don't mean fucking. Spend some time with us doing more than eat, drink, go to bed...it might help."

All three of us were nodding our heads, finally agreeing on something.

"Alright," I said, holding up my arm, "which of us gets to eat Kris' pussy first, or do we have to arm wrestle?"

We were all laughing as we headed for bed. Jenny grabbed my arm as we reached the entrance to the bedroom, and I bent over, laughing and saying, "Oh, man, so strong! You win, you win...You get to go first."