Chapter 3: Set Up
The sun was just setting now.
"So, what do you think Andy?"
"I... I... well of course, I would like to help out, you know I..."
"That's not what he's asking, Andy. Neither am I." Cindy leaned forward, her face close to Andy's. "I want you to be the first man he has sex with. And I want to watch."
"I... I... need a few min... minutes to think about it!" was all Andy could stutter. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions - shock, excitement, fear, desire. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps.
"We're not asking for your damn charity, Andy," Cindy said. Her voice was a low purr that sent a shiver down Andy's spine. "Not trying to be mean, but.... we want you! We want to see you with Brad, we both do. I want to watch you two fuck."
The word 'fuck' hung in the air, raw and explicit. Andy felt his face flame with embarrassment, but at the same time, his cock was so hard, it hurt. He looked at Brad, who was watching him intently, a hungry look in his eyes. He hadn't noticed before how Brad's eyes were a deep, piercing blue, like the sky on a clear summer day. He could see the desire in them, the raw want that made his heart pound even harder.
Cindy reached out and took Andy's hand, her fingers tracing the back of his hand. Her touch was soft, gentle, and he could feel the heat radiating from her body. She leaned in closer, close enough that he could see the flecks of gold in her brown eyes. Her breath was hot on his ear as she whispered, "It would be hot, Andy.
"Cindy, give the man some room. Give him a minute." Brad put a hand on Cindy's back and let it slid down to the top of her butt where she sat. "Andy, come in the kitchen and help me get the steaks ready?"
And with that, the tension broke. Brad stood up, motioned to Andy to follow. "Give the grill a good cleaning, babe. Andy and I need to talk. We'll be back shortly." Brad said to Cindy, his hand resting on the small of her back. Andy could see the silent communication between them, the unspoken words exchanged in just a look. He followed Brad inside, his heart pounding in his chest, his body a jumble of nerves and anticipation.
The kitchen was small but cozy, the scent of garlic and onions lingering in the air from Brad's earlier cooking preparations. Brad leaned against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest, watching Andy with an intensity that made Andy's stomach flip.
"So, what do you think?" Brad asked, his voice low, his eyes never leaving Andy's.
The kitchen was quiet, except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional tick of the clock on the wall. Brad went to the fridge and got the steaks out, set them on the counter and turned to Andy.
When I told you she wanted to talk to you, this is why I didn't say what about. I guess it's kind of a shock, but honestly Andy, I've been watching you for a while." Brad stepped closer to Andy and put his big hands on Andy's biceps.
"I want you."
Andy couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't believe that he was standing here, alone in the kitchen with Brad, the man he'd been fantasizing about for months. The man he'd always thought had never notice him.
"I... I..." was all Andy could manage.
Brad laughed, a low rumble in his chest, but the smile on his face was not mocking, it was hopeful. And his eyes were full of desire.
"Say yes, Andy. Say yes, and we can figure out the rest as we go? And if it gets to be too much we can stop or wait... But say yes, tonight?"
Brad's voice was low and rough, barely a whisper. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on Andy's ear. "Say yes, and I'll make it good for you. I promise."
Andy's body was on fire, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He could feel the heat radiating off Brad's body, could smell the faint scent of cologne and sweat. He could see the desire in Brad's eyes, the raw want that made his cock ache with need.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, trying to find the right words. "Yes," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Brad's lips curled into a wicked grin, his eyes darkening with hunger. He grabbed Andy by the shirt, pulling him in for a fierce kiss. Andy gasped, his body arching against Brad's. He parted his lips, and Brad's tongue was there, invading his mouth, tasting him, claiming him.
Brad pushed Andy back against the counter, his large hands gripping Andy's hips and pulling him close. Andy could feel the hard ridge of Brad's erection pressing against his own, and he let out a low moan.
He'd dreamed of this moment, of being so close to Brad, of feeling his strong body against his own. But this was so much more intense, so much more real.
Brad's hands roamed Andy's body, exploring the curves of his hips, the line of his waist, the soft skin of his stomach. He traced the trail of hair that led from Andy's belly button down to his groin, his fingers playing with the waistband of Andy's pants.
"Fuck, you're so soft," Brad murmured against Andy's mouth, his voice a low growl.
And suddenly, Cindy was there too, smiling, nodding yes. She had returned from cleaning the grill and walked in on the two men embraced, kissing, their bodies intertwined.
She went straight to Brad, slipped her arms around his waist and pressed herself against him. She joined in the kiss, her lips pressing against Andy's. Andy felt overwhelmed by the mutuality of the moment, overwhelmed by the heat and desire in the small kitchen.
Cindy pulled back from the kiss, her eyes dark with desire. She ran her fingers through Brad's hair, then trailed her hands down his chest, stopping at his belt. She looked at Andy, her eyes challenging.
"You want to see what we do with each other? Come on, Andy. I want to show you."
Andy felt a rush of desire mixed with fear. This was not what he had expected when Brad had invited him over. He had never been part of anything like this before. He had always been the observer, the one on the sidelines, watching as others lived their lives.
But here he was, in the middle of it all, his body responding to the heat and desire in the room.
He looked at Cindy, her gaze intense and inviting, and then at Brad, his strong body pressing against his, his hands roaming his skin. Andy swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest, and nodded.
Cindy smiled, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She reached up and cupped Brad's face, pulling him down for a deep kiss. Andy watched, mesmerized, as their tongues danced and their bodies pressed together. He felt a rush of heat and desire, his cock aching in his pants.
Cindy pulled away, her breath coming in short gasps. She turned to Andy, her eyes never leaving his.