She opened a cabinet and retrieved the clear, plastic container the boys used to store medicines. She fished out a bottle of extra strength aspirin and took two, washing the pills down with a half-full can of soda she found in the refrigerator.
“Good morning!” Tommy sang out from behind her, his voice far too cheerful to match her mood. Trisha turned to find him stark naked.
As he closed in for a good morning kiss, she put up a hand to block him. “Where are your pants?”
He jerked his head to toss one side of his hair back before lifting his chin high and eyeing her, a smug smile dangling on his lips. He snorted. “Look who’s talking.” His line of vision made a pass down over her exposed skin.
She looked away while laughing off the embarrassment. “I guess I’m a little underdressed myself.”
Ken entered the kitchen, lifting both arms in the air, but bending one limb and grasping the elbow of the other as he stretched, showing off his lean, muscular torso. At some point, he’d taken a moment to pull on a pair of shorts. “Looks like we survived Fran.” He ran his hand through his dark locks, pushing them away from his face.
“Oh yeah...there was a hurricane. I forgot all about that...” Trisha’s eyes widened. “Oh shit, my car!” She bolted for the door.
Ken caught her around the waist before she could leave the kitchen. “Just where do you think you’re going butt naked?”
“Oh...yeah.” She stopped in her tracks.
Tommy patted her exposed ass. “Your shorts should be dry by now or you can wear a pair of my boxers with a T-shirt if you like. Come on.” He offered his elbow. Trisha rolled her eyes and shook her head but hooked her arm in his all the same.
“You two go ahead. I’ll brew some coffee.” Ken headed toward the kitchen.
Tommy led Trisha to his room and then she made her way over to plunder through his chest of drawers. She retrieved a pair of plaid, flannel boxers adorned with the initials of their alma mater. After she scooted the shorts up her legs and covered her bare fanny, she followed Tommy into the bathroom. While he brushed his teeth, she grabbed her white lace bra from its perch over the shower door. She slipped the undergarment on and fastened the hook between the meager cups before heading to Ken’s room to find another shirt to borrow. While making a sweep of his second dresser drawer, she happened upon Ken’s Cheesy the Dinosaur T-shirt—the result of saving the proof of purchase seals from a multitude of boxes of mac-and-cheese and $3.50 for shipping and handling. Trisha pulled the shirt over her head and slipped her arms through the holes.
Tommy popped his head into the room. “I smell coffee!”
She grinned as she turned to face him. “Me too and I damn sure need some. Shall we join the cowboy?”
He laughed and nodded. “Might as well.” Trisha took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his waist. He cupped her cheek. As his pink lips pressed down against hers, his hands wandered over her butt, his fingertips scooting up the hem of her borrowed shorts.
“Ahem.” Ken’s voice loomed disapprovingly from his bedroom doorway.
Trisha blew him a kiss. “Care to join us?” Ken offered no verbal answer but slid up behind to sandwich her between him and Tommy before craning his neck and claiming his good-morning kiss. His tongue brushed her lower lip, begging for entrance, which Trisha happily granted. She had dreamed of Ken kissing her from the first day she laid eyes on his sexy lips. Tommy’s face closed in, his mouth connecting at the side of the union between Ken’s and Trisha’s tongues. Tilting their heads slightly, they welcomed Tommy into their oral embrace, tongues darting and dancing in all directions. “Mmm,” she moaned, breaking away for air. Trisha gawked as the kissing continued for a couple of seconds without her, a massive jolt of electrical current buzzing her clit.
As the boys separated, Tommy grinned and Ken blushed. Ken piped up, “Wet but not so bad.”
Trisha’s facial expression dropped, and she twisted her lips. “Gee thanks... I guess.”
“Huh?” Ken released her and stepped back. Trisha spun to face him. As Tommy, moved in and latched onto her from behind, Ken stared blankly, squinting as if he were mulling things over. “Oh, shit! Hell no! Your wetness is awesome. I was talking about outside.” A snort breezed over Trisha’s shoulder. Tommy coughed as if attempting to hold back, but a low snicker followed. Once the flood gates opened, he cackled. Trisha pursed her lips, holding her breath, having a hard time not laughing with him. Ken rolled his eyes, scoffing. “You’re easily amused.”
“Sorry...sorry.” Tommy hid his mouth behind his hand. “So, no damage?”
Ken shook his head. “Nah, house is fine. Trisha’s car is dirty but undamaged. Muddy out there and there is a shit-ass load of water down at the end of the driveway.”
“Lovely!” Trisha scrunched her nose.
“At least classes are canceled.” Tommy shrugged.
“Coffee?” Trisha piped up.
“Coffee!” Both men agreed at the same time.
Chapter Nine
9:15 a.m.
KEN and Tommy dug into the bacon, eggs, and toast Trisha had whipped up. She refilled their coffee mugs, and hers, before taking her place at
