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“We don’t share our men!” Sharon said to Willy.

Willy had just made a joke, saying that Sharon and her sister Rose looked so much alike, if he were to come over to their house in the dark he would have to kiss both of them to figure out who was who.

“We don’t share our men!” Rose said, when Willy told her about the joke.

They both were right; they never shared their men. Until they did.

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Willy and Utah had met while in college at a university in Virginia. They were both assigned to the same dorm as freshmen and struck up a friendship almost immediately. They both possessed the same twisted sense of humor and were both musicians and loved the same kinds of music. They roomed together for the whole four years and actually graduated together, on time.

Willy was a journalism major and Utah studied computer science, but it was the music that bonded them first and foremost. Willy played guitar and bass and Utah played keyboards and they sang and jammed together the very first night they met, and haven’t stopped since. They knew many of the same tunes and wrote some of their own and could improvise together and play off of one another as if they’d been playing together for years. It was instant karma. It didn’t take long before they started hustling gigs on and off campus for extra money.

Utah was not his real name; his real name was Ron, and that’s what everybody called him at first. He was from New Orleans and grew up on jazz and blues. But one night, a bunch of guys from the dorm were in the lounge watching an NBA game on TV, Washington versus Utah. The guys were drinking heavily and then one of them found out that Ron was from New Orleans, and didn’t the Utah Jazz used to be the New Orleans Jazz way back when before they moved to Utah? Everybody roared, yep, that’s right, and everybody started calling him Utah after that, and the nickname had stuck. For the next four years, he was introduced as Utah and many people he knew never even learned his real name.

In addition to having an incredible talent and aptitude for computers and music, Utah was a human encyclopedia of music trivia, especially rock and roll. There were several bars near campus that featured deejays playing music and they would hold trivia contests where the correct answers earned free beer. The guys would go to these trivia nights and Utah would know every single answer and they’d drink all night for free. It didn’t take long before Utah was banned from the contests. But then he would just whisper the answers to his buddies and they would all take turns giving the correct answers and get the free drinks. Eventually, Utah and anybody who knew him was banned.

After college, Willy and Utah continued playing music as a duo in restaurants, bars and clubs, and it provided a nice second income for both of them. Utah worked as a computer programmer in the city while Willy worked for a magazine in a town about an hour away. Being in two different towns gave them opportunities to book gigs over a wide area and be a little choosy about where they played, and they wouldn’t have to play the same places too often. They liked their jobs, but they liked playing music evenings and weekends even better. The money was good and the fringe benefits were great: the women.

After a few years, Utah got married and had kids, and Willy had drifted in and out of a couple extended relationships, so they had limited their gigs mostly to weekends. They were still gigging when they were in their late twenties.

One Saturday night, they were playing at a place called Murph’s, a pub in a small town about a fifteen-minute drive from Willy’s house. Willy had met the owner during his travels for his day job and had managed to book the gig. It was a small room with a long L-shaped bar covering two entire walls, a few tables, an area cleared for dancing and a tiny stage barely big enough for the two of them.

It had been raining when they were setting up but then the weather turned worse, with the rain pouring in torrents and scattered thunder and lightning. There were only seven or eight people in the joint and they weren’t leaving and no one new was coming in. Willy and Utah played as they usually did and made wisecracks in between songs, joking about the weather and the crowd.

At the end of the bar closest to the stage were two young ladies who were enjoying the show. Willy was the wittier one onstage and he noticed that they laughed at all his jokes. Especially the slim brunette.

They walked over and talked to them during their first break. Their names were Sharon and Kim. Utah was married so he was just being friendly to Kim, and they exchanged business cards, but Willy was very attracted to Sharon.

Sharon had a model’s body, long and lean, with long dark, teased hair and big brown eyes, a look Willy had always been attracted to. She was dressed completely in black, from her boots to her jeans to her skin-tight sweater. Her tits were modest, her ass was fine, and her nose was on the large side and a bit crooked, but Willy thought that just made her more interesting. She sat on the bar stool with her legs apart, and as Willy played he stared at her delicious crotch from the stage. 

Willy started talking to them from the stage, including them in his banter, and they laughed along. He sent them a round of drinks. During one of Utah’s solo numbers, he sat next to Sharon at the bar and they chatted as they listened. He spent his next break talking to her as well.

Sharon was friendly, but coy. She had a shy smile and a good sense of humor but was not extremely talkative, not quick to open up. She often answered questions with questions. But Willy did find out that she was twenty-five, had grown up on a nearby farm, was a college graduate and a registered nurse. She worked full time as a school nurse, and part-time as a home health nurse.

Sometime during their last set, the rain had stopped. Willy had gone to the restroom and then to the office to talk to the owner. When he returned to the bar, Sharon and Kim were gone.

‘Shit’, Willy said to himself. He hadn’t gotten Sharon’s phone number. And he didn’t even know her last name.

----

About an hour later, Willy and Utah were chilling in Willy’s living room drinking beer and listening to music. They talked about the gig, the lousy crowd and the two girls, and Willy lamented about missing the chance to get Sharon’s phone number.

They were listening to a mix of classic blues-rock songs from the sixties and seventies when ‘On The Road Again’ by Canned Heat came out of the speakers. Just a week or so before, Willy had been reading a rock and roll book he had on his shelf right there in his living room and had learned a small fact of trivia that he’d never known before.

“You know something that I never knew until recently, Utah?” Willy said. “That ‘On The Road Again’ was a top forty hit for Canned Heat before ‘Going Up The Country’."

“No, it wasn’t,” Utah said, after a short period of thought.

“Yes, it was,” Willy said, correcting him. “‘Going Up The Country’ was the bigger hit of the two, but ‘On The Road Again’ actually came out a couple months earlier in 1968.”

There was a silence between them for a moment as they listened to the song.

“No, it didn’t,” Utah finally said.

“Yes, it did. I was surprised to learn it too, but it’s true.”

“No, it didn’t,” Utah said again.

This surprised Willy. Utah was the undisputed king of rock and roll trivia. Did he really think he would challenge him if he didn’t know he was right?

“Wanna bet?” Willy said.

“Sure.”

“How much?” Their pockets were full of cash from the gig.

“A hundred dollars,” Utah said.

“Okay, let’s get this straight,” Willy said. “You are betting me one hundred dollars that ‘Going Up The Country’ was a a top forty hit for Canned Heat BEFORE ‘On The Road Again’. And I am saying the opposite, that ‘Going Up The Country’ was a top forty hit AFTER ‘On The Road Again’. Right?”

“Right.”

“Okay, Utah, you are the trivia guru. The Big Cheese, The Big Kahuna, The Top Dog, The Top of the Heap, The Pick of the Pack, The Cream of the Crop, The Swami, The King. Before I take your money, you must know that I would never bet against you on trivia unless I knew I was right, right?”

“Right.”

“You still wanna bet?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

Willy got up off the sofa and walked over to the bookcase not ten feet away. He picked up a book from the bottom shelf. It was an old, dogeared paperback titled ‘The Billboard Book of Top Forty Hits’. He opened the book and found what he was looking for on page 72. There it was in black and white: ‘On The Road Again’ debuted in the Top Forty in September 1968, and ‘Going Up The Country’ debuted in December later that year. 

“Read ‘em and weep,” Willy said, as he handed the book to Utah.

Utah’s eyes grew into round blue saucers as he stared at the page like a rabbit in the headlights. He couldn’t believe it. He kept staring at the book with a confused look on his face.

“I warned you, Utah,” Willy finally said.

“I need another beer,” Utah said, and got up and walked to the kitchen.

“Get me one too, will ya?” Willy said.

Utah returned with the beers and handed one to Willy. He sat back down with a plop and popped the top on his can.

“Hey, Utah, let me ask you a question. That girl we met tonight, Kim. You got her business card, right?”

“Yeah, I got it,” he said.

“Okay, good,” Willy said. “Tell you what. Call Kim on Monday and get Sharon’s phone number from her for me. You do that for me and we’ll call it even.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. I was going to ask her for her number but they left before I got around to it. You can help me out.”

“Really? You saying that if I get you the number then I don’t have to pay you the hundred?”

“Yes. That’s what I’m saying.”

“Okay, it’s a deal. But what if she won’t give it to me?”

“Then at least get her last name so I can look her up. Turn on the charm.”

“Okay. But I’m not betting anymore tonight.”

“Me neither.”

----

Utah came through. He called Willy on Monday night and gave him Sharon’s number. 

“Kim said Sharon likes you, Bro,” Utah said. “She said they were going to come to another gig anyway. Looks like you wasted a hundred bucks!”

“Nah, money well-spent,” Willy laughed. He thanked him and they hung up.

Willy was glad to get Sharon’s number, but he was also glad for another reason. He didn’t really want to take Utah’s money; he had a wife and two kids at home and could use the extra dough.

----

Willy called Sharon on Tuesday night. She picked right up. He asked if Sharon was home. She said this is Sharon. He asked if she knew who it was calling. She said she thought so. He said this is Willy. She said she knew that; Kim told her to expect his call. He said he wanted to ask for her number Saturday night but she got away. She said you weren’t quick enough, once it stopped raining we made a run for it. Well, I have your number now, he said. She said, I know you do. He asked if she was happy he had her number, and she said yes, she was glad he had it.

“Kim said your friend Utah called her for you. Why didn’t you call her yourself?” Sharon asked.

“Well, Utah had talked to Kim more, I was interested in you. And he had kept her business card. And, it’s kind of a funny story…”

He told her about the trivia bet, and how he had won the bet, and how Utah was the trivia buff, not him.

“So, I won a hundred dollars, and Utah had set the amount, and I tried to let him out of it but he insisted,” Willy continued. “And I really didn’t want to take his money because he’s a great friend and has a family to support, so I told him if he called Kim and got your number for me we would call it even.”

“That was very thoughtful of you,” she said.

“Yes, it was, I’m a thoughtful guy, an incredible guy in fact, thanks for noticing. And very modest too.”

Sharon laughed. He loved her laugh. Shy but sincere.

“Sharon, I really enjoyed talking to you the other night and would like to do more of that. I’d like to ask you out. And since your phone number cost me a hundred bucks, I was hoping you’d say yes.”

Sharon burst out laughing and almost couldn’t stop.

She said yes. They talked for nearly an hour and made plans to go to dinner Thursday night.

----

Sharon lived on the family farm in a two-bedroom bungalow she shared with her sister Rose. It used to house farm workers but the sisters had lived there together since graduating from college.

Sharon didn’t want Willy to pick her up at home, and he was glad about that because the farm was way out in the boonies and in the opposite direction from where he was planning to take her for dinner. She was reluctant to meet him at his house--she was raised to be cautious--but then agreed. Willy convinced her that his house was in a nice neighborhood and located in the middle of a safe no-axe-murderer zone.

So Sharon came to his house for that first date, right on time and she looked great, as expected. Willy had said the dress was casual, and he had on a pair of Dockers and a print shirt, but Sharon was dressed simply but magnificently. She wore a blue sleeveless jumpsuit with a zipper down the front to her navel and blue pumps. It showed off her crotch and butt in a subtle way and Willy thought it was sexy as hell. She had a minimal touch of eye makeup and her lipstick and nail polish matched her brown eyes and hair, which flowed loosely down her back.

“You look great!” he said.

“Thanks, so do you,” she said and smiled.

He also realized for the first time how tall Sharon was. She’d been seated on a stool at the bar when they’d met so it came as a surprise.

“Damn, you’re tall! What are you, five-eight, five-nine?”

“Five-ten,” she said. “Is that too tall for you?”

“Hell, no, it’s just right,” he said. “I’m six feet tall and my last girlfriend was five-three. I’m tired of dating midgets.”

Sharon burst out laughing and the ice was broken. It was a half-hour drive to the restaurant. Willy had planned it that way so they would have some time to talk and get acquainted. She had seemed quiet and shy when they met, so he wanted to give her time to relax and get comfortable so their dinner would be enjoyable without being awkward or forced.

It seemed to work out perfectly. Willy found out that when Sharon got comfortable she was not necessarily quiet or shy anymore, but had a lot to say and could talk up a blue streak. They had a drink at the bar before they were seated at their table. The conversation flowed throughout dinner and they shared many laughs. He could feel eyes on them when they left the restaurant that night.

Sharon talked almost the whole drive back to the house. She answered every question and Willy learned a lot about her. She lived with her sister Rose, who was a year younger, in a little house on the farm. The house was only about seventy-five yards from the house they grew up in, where their parents still lived, and they were talking about finding their own place. Too close for comfort, she said. She also had an older sister and an older brother, both married. She worked days as a school nurse for ten months of the year, and made house calls as a home health nurse part-time during the school year and full-time in the summer. She liked running, tennis and music, and had enjoyed the Willy and Utah show the other night.

By the time they pulled into Willy’s driveway, Sharon already knew she wanted to fuck him, and she could tell he wanted to fuck her, but when he asked if she wanted to come inside for a few minutes she politely demurred. She said she had had a lovely time but she had an early morning meeting with her supervisor, and with a chuckle added that Rose would probably be waiting up for a full report. 

Willy was relieved. He wanted her but this way temptation wouldn’t get the best of him and he wouldn’t blunder into a mistake of too much too soon and possibly ruin things. So they said goodnight with their lips and tongues. They made plans for a second date and Willy’s dick felt like a fence post when he walked into his house.

----

After their third date, the kisses goodbye were getting longer and more intense. Neither said it, but they both knew they would end up in the sack the next time.

Willy had a Saturday night gig scheduled at a nearby yacht club. They would be playing in the lounge after the club held their annual installation of officers in the adjacent meeting hall. He said it was usually a fun gig; all the sailors and their wives and girlfriends and concubines got drunk and partied and tipped really well. He invited Sharon to come and bring a friend; he would get them passes.

“What’s the dress code?” she asked.

“Come as you are. You always look fabulous. But you better not wear that blue jumpsuit. I may not be able to control myself. I might have to unzip the damn thing.”

When the night came, the weather was beautiful so the big glass doors of the lounge were wide open and the guys were set up outside on the covered deck. They were nearing the end of their first set when the girls showed up. Willy saw Kim first, walking toward them. Then he saw Sharon behind her, tall and elegant. And she was wearing the blue jumpsuit.

Willy pointed to a table to the right of the stage that he’d reserved for them. They were quickly waited on. Their drinks were arriving when Willy joined them at the table. He kissed Sharon and said hello to Kim.

“You are pretty brave to wear that jumpsuit,” he said to Sharon. “I might not be able to behave myself.”

“Oh, well,” she said with a sly smile, shrugged, and glanced at Kim, who had a grin on her face.

The gig was a real party. The club members were all buzzed, singing and dancing and generally raising hell. Kim found herself a sailor to flirt with and was soon dancing up a storm.

Over the course of the evening, Willy noticed that the zipper on the front of Sharon’s jumpsuit was inching its way down. It was open down to her tits. Her tits were not large, so there was little cleavage. There was also no bra.

“Want to come over to my house after the gig?” Willy asked her.

“Yes,” Sharon said and squeezed his hand tightly.

Willy was glad to learn that Kim and Sharon had planned ahead and brought two cars. After he had loaded his gear, Sharon followed him out of the lot. Kim’s car was still there. She was out partying on one of the yachts.

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Willy pulled into his driveway, Sharon right behind. He locked the car and didn’t even bother to unpack his equipment. They walked up onto the breezeway between the garage and house and into the kitchen. He never used his front door.

Standing closely at the counter, Willy asked Sharon if she wanted something to drink. She said no, she was fine. Willy poured a glass of water and took a couple gulps.

“You know I’ve been undressing you with my eyes all night,” he said. 

He inched closer and put his arms around her. Her brown eyes were big and round and stared into his. 

“Maybe you should do it for real,” she said with a catch in her voice.

He put his mouth to hers and her lips parted instantly, welcoming his tongue into her mouth. Her arms went around him and they hugged tightly as they kissed deep and hard. They had made out heavily at the end of their last date and Sharon had felt Willy’s hands on her breasts and against her clammy crotch and she had held his hardened cock through the cotton of his pants. She’d wanted him then and almost succumbed, but Willy didn’t force things so neither did she. But she’d known that this would be the night, it was time to get horizontal with her new lover, and get her brains screwed out in the process.

Willy led her by the hand through the dining room and down the hall and into his bedroom. He flipped on a lamp to its dimmest setting and turned to face her. He ran his fingers gently through her hair and along her jaws and neck and shoulders.

“I think you are so hot,” he said and kissed her. He traced his fingers over the exposed flesh from her shoulders to her chest. “You need help with this zipper?”

She nodded. He fingered the tab and pulled the slider slowly down all the way to her navel. He slid his hands under the shoulders of the suit and slipped them over her arms. The suit fell to the floor and she was naked except for a black thong. Willy started to unbutton his shirt.

“You need help with this zipper?” Sharon said, putting her hand down there, feeling the pressure of his cock against the fabric of his pants. There was no need for an answer.

He wore no belt. She unsnapped his pants and pulled his zipper down. Willy tossed his shirt aside as she pushed down his pants. His cock sprung up, hard and long. It was bigger than other cocks she’d had experience with. She’d never thought of herself as much of a cocksucker, but she wanted to suck this one. 

“Sit down,” she said.

Willy sat on the edge of the bed. Without a thought, Sharon knelt before him and sucked his cock.

Willy was surprised. He was expecting a slow build of foreplay, kissing and fondling and working his way around her exquisite body as he drove her to a frenzy, licking her, sucking her, eating her, and fucking her. But he knew all that was going to happen and didn’t care about the order of things.

It felt big and warm in Sharon’s mouth. She palmed his balls and alternated between sucking it, and licking and kissing it, then zeroed in on the sucking. Willy began slowly swaying it into her. She could feel his hands massaging her shoulder blades and she knew by his cries of pleasure that she was doing something right.

Willy watched her head movements, floating up and down, and took her long locks in his hands and pulled them back so he could better see her face. With his hands on the back of her head, he held her, giving his cock a stationary target, and he fucked her open mouth. Swing after swing his cock delved deeper until pretty near the whole damn thing was in there.

“Lie back on the bed,” she said.

He was a good listener. He scooted back and lay on the bed and Sharon was instantly beside him, kissing his mouth and they did a thirty-second tongue suck while she held his swollen cock in her hand. 

“I’m going to finish what I started,” she said.

Her lips went to his neck, to his shoulders, kissing him, and she licked his chest and nibbled his nipples and kissed his flat stomach. His cock was lying there, fat and juicy, so she kissed the tip and licked its length and sucked on his balls, taking her time. Willy’s sighs of pleasure burst into groans of delight when again she wrapped her mouth around his cock and sucked.

She sucked harder this time, back and forth with a feral force, like she was trying to open a clogged drain. Willy again held her hair in his hand so he could watch her sweet, hungry mouth at work. He was softly moaning and his body was shifting with each of her movements. He swung his groin into her face as she sucked his pecker and squeezed his mixed nuts.

Sharon felt his fist twist in her hair, tweaking her head to the left. She soon knew why. With a fierce grunt, his body shook and his ass rose up off of the mattress and his missiles were launched.

He came in a spasm, and Sharon moaned when she received one final jolt. It was a ramming head-fuck, with his cock in deeper and his balls kissing her lips, and the hot rush and taste of his semen. He unloaded with each spurt and gradually his orgasm subsided. Her mouth kept playing his electric organ until it was completely out of juice. 

She removed her mouth from his cock. There was sperm on her chin and the corners of her mouth.

“That’s a lot of cum!” she said.

“You bring out the best in me,” Willy said, and pulled her head toward his and buried his tongue into her mouth.

Their tongues swam in his salty slickness and Willy’s hands wandered over Sharon’s naked flesh. He felt her breasts and pinched her hardy nipples, firm and rubbery and ready. He kissed her neck and sucked on her earlobes. She sighed and voiced his name when he flicked his tongue on her nipples and sucked them into his mouth. He felt her fingers on the back of his head.

“Now it’s your turn,” he said softly, looking up at her from tit level. “I’ve thought about this all week.”

“Bring out the best in me,” she said.

He went back to his tit-sucking. He had one arm around her and his other hand was like a minesweeper gliding over her sleek upper body and working its way south. Sharon was breathing heavily and her upper body was quivering like a bowl of hot pudding as he chewed on her swelled nipples, then she hissed aloud when she felt his hand slip under her thong and two of his fingers entered her.

She was drippy wet, her snatch a warm, succulent morsel open for business. Willy’s lips slowly kissed their way down until they were flush with her crotch. He yanked her thong aside and covered her aroused clit with his mouth.

Sharon squealed like a stuck shoat when he sucked her turgid tool into his mouth. For Willy, it was like he’d pulled the trigger on a burp gun. Instantly she was humping his face as he sucked and fingered her and she kept squealing with each plunge, the contrary applied forces of her clit being sucked outward and his fingers being jammed into her having the combined effect of driving her sylphlike body over the frenetic edge.

Sharon was a screamer. Willy was glad the windows were closed so none of the neighbors would call the cops. Her body continued to squirm as he kept doing what he was doing. Her clit felt plump in his mouth, and hot, like a jalapeno popper. 

He sucked harder, not letting go of it, and a third finger slipped into her juicy vagina and joined the poking party. Sharon’s cunt clamped down around his fingers and matched his puckered lips suck-for-suck.

“I’m going to come…” Sharon shouted.

Willy sucked and reamed her harder.

“I’m going to come big!” 

Willy slipped his free hand under her fluttering ass and squeezed her cheek in time with his sucking. Four or five more thrusts was all it took.

“Oh God! Here I come!” she screamed.

She came like a barrel tipping over. Her torso twisted and her ass bucked and her long legs swiveled around Willy’s head which was buried between her slickened thighs. Her release was not a trickle or a spray, but an even flow of cum filling her cunt, surrounding Willy’s fingers and smoothly oozing out of her, onto his hand and between his lips and onto the bed.

When Sharon’s body finally stopped gyrating, Willy unclasped his lips from her glans and wasted no time getting into position. It was time to fuck. His cock felt like a half-smoke that had been left on the grill too long and was ready to split. He moved atop her and was pleased with how easily his swollen member slipped inside her. Her greasy pussy welcomed him and he felt her warm, wet walls tighten snugly around him, as if to marinate his meat.

He started slowly, swinging his groin into hers, wanting to take his time. But Sharon had other ideas. She pushed the pace, slinging her crotch into his, forcing him deep and squeezing his rod with her cunt.

“Ooh, that feels good,” she barked. “Oh yeah, fuck me.” She wheezed loudly with every push.

Willy gripped her ass and pounded her. He could feel her walls sucking his cock as they fucked. Sharon barked and yowled and arfed and howled and swiveled and twirled and wiggled and whirled with every powerful plunge of their synced bodies. Willy felt like a rodeo rider without a saddle horn to hang onto.

So he hung onto her ass. Sharon had a tight ass and there wasn’t a lot of loose flesh hanging around, so he dug his fingers deep into her crack, spreading her, which elicited a loud, high-pitched eek. He slipped a finger into her asshole for a more solid grip.

“Oh shit!” Sharon said sharply. “What’s that?”

Willy covered her mouth with his and their tongues got back in the act. He licked her ears and chewed her lobes and sucked her neck as he continued to throw his body into hers and worked his cock and finger into her deepest points.

Sharon squawked even louder with a finger up her butt. Willy screwed it into her from behind as he hammered her pussy from the front. She wasn’t sure if she was coming or going. But after a couple more minutes of the double drilling she knew: she wasn’t going, she was coming!

“Oh shit,” she said, short of breath. “I’m going to come again.”

Willy stepped it up a notch. He threw his entire body weight behind each plunge, jamming his cock and middle finger into her, nuts- and knuckle-deep. Sharon screamed again just as he began ejaculating into her.

Her orgasm was another trembling, twisty contortion of convulsing flesh. Screeching in tongues, arms and legs jerking this way and that, and cum flowing outward, washing the cock inside her and puddling on the bed. Willy held her tight to still her and kept his tools fully inserted until at last her body rested.

“Was that as good as I think it was?” Willy said, after a time of quiet repose.

“Oh, my God!” Sharon said.

He took that as a yes. 

They fell asleep in each others’ arms and slept like the dead. Willy was awakened at around four-thirty in the morning. Sharon was getting dressed.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I have to go.”

“What? It’s only four-thirty! Is something wrong?”

Sharon came to the bed and sat.

“No, there’s nothing wrong. In fact, everything is great. But if my car isn’t in front of our cottage when my parents wake up…and they wake up early on the farm…they will worry that something happened to me. I don’t want to worry them.” She kissed him. “Last night was wonderful.”

“Will I see you again?”

Sharon put her hands on her hips. “You better,” she said.

----

So, Willy’s sex life went from zero to ninety in four dates. 

Sharon had been seeing a guy when she met Willy, but it wasn’t going anywhere so she dumped him after Willy asked her out. And now after having gone to bed with him once, she knew she was going to go to bed with him every chance she got.

They were both instantly hooked. They soon had a routine where several nights a week they would tear each other up in bed. Sometimes they would fuck almost to exhaustion. They’d sleep. And Sharon always woke up and left at around four-thirty a.m.

Willy thought it was interesting, and fortunate, that Sharon, who was so quiet, shy and coy when they first met, could be such a whore in bed. She craved sex and fucked like an animal. The quiet, shy ones were the hottest and most uninhibited in bed, he decided. So many of the pretty, outgoing, popular girls he’d known often played games and were insincere, and didn’t try very hard, especially when he ever got them into the sack. Not Sharon. Once her door was opened, it opened wide.

But Sharon was not just a whore in bed. She was a whore on the floor, on the sofa, in the car, up against the wall, in the shower, you name it. She would fuck anywhere. One time Willy joked that he wanted to fuck her in a cornfield on the family farm; damn if they didn’t. She wore a short skirt to one of his gigs and fucked him leaning up against the car during a band break. Another time he said he wanted to fuck her in her parents’ house while they slept; they did that too, in the very next room. And keeping Sharon quiet wasn’t easy.

Sharon would come up to Willy at his gigs and whisper dirty things into his ear between songs. ‘Hurry up, end the set, I want to go down on you’, she’d say. ‘I want you to come in my mouth’, ‘I want to lick your balls’, ‘I want to sit on your face’. Stuff like that. Sometimes Willy was glad he had a guitar to hide his hard-on. But Sharon turned the gigs into parties and would bring a crowd. She’d bring friends and invite people from her workplaces. And her sister Rose.

The first time Rose came to a gig, Willy did a double-take. From across the room, she could have been Sharon’s twin; she was sexy in the same innocent farm-bred way that Sharon was.

“God, Rose looks just like you, Sharon!” Willy said, later that night. “If I came over to your house in the dark I’d have to be careful not to kiss the wrong girl.”

“We don’t share our men!” Sharon said sternly, with her finger pointed.

“Uh, okay,” Willy said. “I was just joking.”

Rose said the exact same words when Willy told her about his joke.

Rose had the same long brunette hair, although hers was frizzier. She was a couple inches shorter than Sharon but had the same lean body, modest tits and cute butt. And her nose was straight. Her boyfriend was a guy named Jed. He was blond and compact, muscled but short, a couple inches shorter than Rose. They hadn’t been seeing each other for that long when Willy met them, but they were good together, and they loved to party and dance.

Sharon and Rose were already close, but became even closer when their boyfriends hit it off. Over the next few months, Sharon and Willy and Rose and Jed, aside from being at the gigs, would socialize often, going to parties or dances or just hanging out. The chemistry among the four of them was undeniable and comfortable all around. 

Both couples had solid relationships and good sex lives. Willy and Sharon were fucking up a storm several times a week, but as Willy got to know Rose better he found himself more and more attracted to her, and he got the same kind of vibe off of her. He would often steal glances at her, and vice versa. But he knew by their firm, identical replies to his ‘joke’, that she was off-limits and it could never happen.

----

One night Sharon and Willy were lying in bed after having sex. Her head was resting on his shoulder and his arm was around her.

“All we do is fuck,” Sharon said.

This seemed like a strange statement to Willy. “Huh?” he said.

“All we do is fuck,” she repeated.

“Well, that’s good, isn’t it? A healthy sex life.”

“Yes, our sex life is fine. But that’s all we do. I come to your house and we have sex.”

“That’s not true,” Willy said. “We go out with friends, we go out to dinner, we go to movies together, we talk. Plus you have your jobs, I have my job and my music. Our sex is the cherry on top. Is something else bothering you?”

“No. I mean, I’m sorry. I know. Sometimes it just seems like all we do is eat and then fuck.”

“What things would you like to do?”

“I don’t know, never mind. It’s stupid, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“If there are things you would like to do, Sharon, please tell me. But I doubt it will change the eating and the fucking, especially the fucking. I like the fucking. We could go to a museum, but then we’d probably go somewhere to eat and then come home and fuck. I could take you to the opera, but we’d probably get something to eat and then come home and fuck. We can go on vacation, but we’d still end up eating and fuck-- ”

“Okay, I get it,” Sharon interrupted. “Forget I said anything.”

Willy kissed Sharon on her lips. Then he ate her, and then he fucked her.

----

A couple weeks later, they were again lying in bed post-coitus.

“What do you want for your birthday?” Sharon asked. 

In two weeks, Willy would be turning thirty. He wasn’t particularly looking forward to the milestone.

“Ah, nothing really,” he said. “I’d ask for a hot-looking, sexual fireball, but I already have one.” He hugged her close.

“Oh, please,” she bemoaned. “Come on, tell me. What do you want?”

“A blowjob.”

“That’s a given. What else?”

“I don’t know. A necktie.”

“Come on, Willy, I’m serious. Think!”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I haven’t even thought about it. You caught me off-guard.”

They continued talking about it for a while. Willy was drawing a blank on any kind of material gift that he’d like to receive. He was the type who when he wanted something, he went out and got it. But Sharon was persistent.

“There must be something…” she said.

“Well, there is one thing that would blow my mind,” he said. “But I don’t think it’s feasible. And I don’t think you’d go for it.”

“What?” Sharon said, turning to look directly into his eyes.

“Aw, forget it, it’s crazy, never mind.”

“Oh, no you don’t! Tell me. What?”

Willy took a deep breath. “You really want to know?”

“Tell me, Willy.”

“Okay, but don’t get mad.”

“Mad, why would I get…”

“A threesome,” Willy said.

Sharon was left with her mouth hanging open. “A what?” she asked incredulously.

“A threesome. In bed. There, I said it.”

“A threesome? Are you serious? With you and me and what, another woman?”

“Yes. You, me and another woman. But not just any woman.”

“Who?”

“Rose.”

“What?” Sharon sat up in a state of shock. “My sister!”

“Well, you asked me.”

“We don’t share our men!”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.”

“I can’t believe you. Aren’t I enough for you?”

“You’re more than enough, Sharon. You’re the best woman I’ve ever been with. That’s not the point. You asked me a question and I gave you an honest answer. It’s a fantasy. I knew you’d never go for it. Forget it, get me a necktie.”

Willy tried to put his arms around her but Sharon was having none of it. She hopped out of bed and started getting dressed.

“Please, Sharon…”

“Don’t you 'Please Sharon' me,” she said, as she pulled on her jeans. “Men, ugh. I can’t believe you want to fuck my sister!” She put her shirt on and carried her shoes in her hand and walked out.

Willy noticed she had left her thong. He held it to his nose and took a whiff.

“Aw, fuck,” he said to himself.

----

Sharon drove home in a huff. She lay in bed with her mind racing and she tossed and turned for much of the night.

The next day she got up the nerve to tell Rose. She was appalled when Rose was not appalled. Rose was kind of flattered. Sharon was confused: First she finds out her boyfriend wants to fuck her sister, and now finds out her sister wouldn’t mind it either.

“I thought we didn’t share our men!” Sharon stated.

“I know, I know. But Willy’s attractive, and I’d never do it behind your back, but if it were both of us… I don’t know. It’s kinky, but it might be fun. And I think it’d be cool to watch you and him fuck.”

“You’re serious!”

“Not if you’re not into it. But if you are…Jed’s birthday is next month and we could give him the same gift.”

“You and me and…a threesome with Jed?”

“Sure, why not?” Rose said. “I know he’d go for it, he thinks you’re hot.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Sharon, this is every guy’s fantasy. And we can make it come true for both of them. And we’re sisters, we trust each other. We’re all attracted to each other and get along well. So what the hell.”

Sharon shook her head. She thought about seeing Rose fucking Willy, or sucking his cock. Would she watch or participate? Would she be turned on or turned off? Would Rose like fucking Willy too much? She thought about fucking Jed. He was pretty short; she’d never been with a guy that short before; would it work?

“So, what do you think?” Rose asked.

“I think we’re crazy,” Sharon said. “But it might be worth it to see the smiles on their faces.”

----

Willy waited a couple days to call Sharon. He wanted her to have time to cool off. He had his apology ready. But he didn’t need it.

“Okay,” Sharon said, “You’ll get your birthday wish.”

“Really?” Willy said. “You’re sure? What changed your mind?”

“I spoke to Rose. She’s okay with it, but Jed’s birthday is next month and she wants to give the same gift to him. Are you alright with that?”

“Um, uh, I guess so, if you are.”

“You don’t sound too sure.”

“No, it’s okay as long as you are comfortable doing it. Jed’s in for a wild ride; he has no idea what you’re like in bed. I hope you don’t kill him.”

Sharon laughed. Willy always said the sweetest things.

END OF PART ONE