Menage - Part 4

by sloanranger

Julie was feeling it too.

She molded her body to his, her torso pressed tightly against him; he took control and they moved as one fluid motion. Swirling her, dipping and lifting her, high... god, it was wonderful when you danced with someone else who knew what they were doing, he thought. She was thinking the same thing.

They were two professional dancers and beautiful to watch... and after a demonstration of spectacular moves they were slow dancing brow to brow, staring into each other's eyes.

They'd forgot there was a third in their group and Ben was beginning to feel neglected. "Hey, you two," he said, joining them."What am I, a wallflower?"

A light rain began again and soon the dancers were drenched.

"We really will get sick with these wet clothes and Ben took his shirt off. James shrugged, mugged - and followed suit.

"Oh, well," Julie said and pulled her blouse over her head too, laughing.

No one said anything for a second then, Ben, staring: "You're lovely."

"Yes, you are," James agreed, smiling in the drizzle.

The two men looked at one another.

"Oh, you, two," Julie said and rolled her eyes for a moment. She approached Ben and he took her into his arms and kissed her as they danced slowly around in the wet grass. James joined them and began kissing her shoulders as the three of them swayed to the music.

Soon after, Julie was sitting on the foot of the bed and James knelt behind her, kissing the back of her neck and her wet shoulders. Ben was sitting on the floor stroking and kissing her feet and legs. More than lust - there was a palpable feeling of love, in the air between them.

Julie got up suddenly. "I can't."

She looked at James: "I'm sorry, but I think I'm attracted to Ben." She smiled ruefully: "Sorry."

James spoke first: "Hey, don't be. I am too." He grinned and looked at his friend, "Been meaning to talk to you about that."

"No problem, J-man...thought I was picking up a vibe there." He was grinning at his pal. "Not interested, though - hope you're not offended."

James waved his hand, "Christ, no," he said. "I'll get over you." All three laughed.

The young woman pulled her long skirt up over her breasts, wearing it as sort of a strapless sundress and plopped herself into the easy chair by the door. "Okay, fellas let's break out the red."

The men were lying casually on the bed later, with their shirts off sharing a bottle of burgundy, while Julie was drinking her's from a paper cup and holding forth from the easy chair.

"You know when I was little," she said, "I saw this great old Garbo movie. It was called, Camille - after some kind of flower." She sipped her wine and continued:

"Anyway, she was always coughing; TB, I think."

I know what you're talking about," Ben said. "Dumas wrote the story," he looked questioningly at his friend for confirmation.

"Fils," James corrected.

"Are you sure?" Ben said, though he knew his roommate more astute concerning books.

James nodded, taking a drink of wine from the bottle.

"Fils," Julie repeated, bewildered, pronouncing it, 'fee,' as they did.

"Means his illegitimate son," Ben explained. "The illegitimate son of Alexander Dumas.

"Three Musketeers! Julie exclaimed, with sudden recognition and pointed at James. James cocked his finger like a pistol and pointed back at her: "Count of Monte Cristo."

Ben raised his hand slightly: "Man In The Iron Mask."

"But not fee?" she said. James shook his head, smiling: "No, not fils."

"Okay. Anyway," Julie continued her story, "she had these three boyfriends. She was madly in love with the young one. The older guy was rich and jealous and gave her money, the third one kept her laughing all the time."

"I always thought it would be lovely to have three men like that."

Both men beamed at her like tolerant parents.

(To be continued).