Ellie, Evan and Jimmy have always been best friends. They work together, play together, support each other and...accidentally eavesdrop on each other, doing some very dirty things.When Ellie hears what Evan and Jimmy have been doing behind her back—watching smutty movies that feature women who look just like her—she doesn't know whether to be bemused or offended. Or maybe just hugely turned on.And that's not even getting into the secret crush Jimmy seems to have on Evan...or the plans he has for the three of ...
Ellie, Evan and Jimmy have always been best friends. They work together, play together, support each other and...accidentally eavesdrop on each other, doing some very dirty things.When Ellie hears what Evan and Jimmy have been doing behind her back—watching smutty movies that feature women who look just like her—she doesn't know whether to be bemused or offended. Or maybe just hugely turned on.And that's not even getting into the secret crush Jimmy seems to have on Evan...or the plans he has for the three of them, now that everything's out in the open...Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part of the Threefold anthology by Total-E-Bound
Charlotte Stein has been published in numerous erotic and erotic romance anthologies, and has written her own longer length works for both Black Lace books and Total-E-Bound. She has been writing for more than half her life, but only recently worked up the courage to submit something to actual publishers. Thankfully, the story ended well.
Ellie Morgan could hear them through the bedroom door—all their excited boysy chatter as they tumbled into the apartment, on birthday highs. She could imagine exactly what they looked like, half-cut and dressed in their stupid idea of best. Evan in his too-tight striped jersey with the one frayed cuff, and those jeans that made him look like he had drainpipe legs. Jimmy in his tan suede coat that smelt weird. Both of them flushed, because of the drink they could never take. Once, the pair of them had goaded each other into tequila slammers, then spent the night hung over her toilet. Crying for her to bring them damp cloths and hold their hair back. Like a pair of girls. A weird, hairy, massive pair of girls, who had then needed blankets and chicken soup and lots of sappy movies—followed by gory movies to prove their continuing manliness. They were very manly, both of them. Which is why they were most definitely going to love a big swirly birthday cake, with lots of animal candles that were about to melt into funny shapes. Manliness practically demanded surprise birthday cakes from a friend who had claimed she couldn’t make it. Especially when manliness also practically cried, on hearing that said friend couldn’t make birthday fun. She was starting to think they relied on her a little too much—but for what, it was hard to say. Loads of games of Mario Kart? Many, many insane ideas for features to go in the magazine they all worked for? Chicken soup and silence, on the sappy movie issue? All seemed possible. And yet she still cringed inside her skin for a brief moment, while thinking of the probably silly cake and whether or not they really, truly would appreciate her being here. The candle flames flickered in the absolutely masculine depths of Evan’s dim bedroom, and it just seemed…very intrusive. On the whole boys-y thing they had going on, beyond the closed door. They were probably going to wrestle, and shoot guns into the ceiling, and other things they did when she wasn’t around. Such as watching dirty movies. Like, right now. While she stood in Evan’s bedroom, possibly only inches away. She almost let the suddenly far too heavy cake slide right off its board, when Evan said as loud as a gong bashing against her head— “No—no. Not another porno, seriously.” And she knew it was Evan, too—because his voice so rarely stretched above anything but that oddly soothing monotone. It got more pronounced, too, during arguments and embarrassing happenings—as though tough things to say dragged against him. Jimmy, on the other hand… “Come on—you’re going to love this one.” Bright as a bean. Always enthusiastic. Sometimes she felt as though he was the one forever dragging those tough things through Evan’s body. Not to mention all the stuff he was currently dragging through hers. It dragged until her mind popped up with—they really are going to shoot guns into the ceiling! Only, you know. Metaphorically speaking. Lord, she didn’t want to stick around for metaphorical. Jimmy would be okay with it, but Evan hadn’t even liked it when she accidentally planted her face in his groin due to an unfortunate combination of slipping sofa cushions and tangled Nintendo wires. He had gone around for the entire week afterwards, with an invisible force field around himself. Face flaming at the strangest moments, as though the memory of it kept prodding him through the barrier. Evan was weird about touching. She couldn’t imagine how weird he’d be about porn eavesdropping. It amazed her that he’d used the words “not another”—as though he and Jimmy had watched one together, before.