Every December I drive down to Willcox to visit Nana. Willcox is a sleepy desert town inhabited by many military families. There isn't much to do there, but Nana and I are pretty close and I know she's been lonely since Grandpa died two years ago.
Nana opens the door to familiar sights and smells. The sofa bed is made up, and the scent of banana cupcakes wafts from the kitchen. Nana's baked them for me as long as I can remember, and even though I'm twenty-eight now, I still love them.
I walk inside and Nana examines me as is her custom. She tells me I should grow out my chin length black hair and blunt straight bangs. She compliments my red lipstick but tells me I'm wearing too much eye makeup. I smile and offer to help prepare dinner.
By nine, Nana's nodded off in her recliner and I go sit on the porch to read. Usually I don't do much but relax during the time I visit Nana. There isn't much else to do here. But tonight my book is not entertaining me, and I decide to venture out to the center of town. Most of the people in town are a bit rough but I can use a drink.
I walk down Main St, past an antique shop and a market, and approach a pub which looks like the most happening place (or only place) to hang out in town. Young military guys fill the place; they're most likely on winter vacation. I attempt to avoid the crowd and sit at the end of one side of the bar.
"What can I get you ma'am?" the bartender asks me. I cringe at the word, feeling old and unwelcome. "Vodka tonic," I reply. Even my drink makes me feel out of place with everyone around me tilting back beer bottles.
A couple of army boys are staring at me from the other side of the bar. Intimidated at first, I avert my eyes. Then I ask myself what do I have to be afraid of, and look right back at them. One of them smiles and motions to the other guy to join him and walk over to me.
"Hi beautiful, I'm Will," the taller guy says, "and this is Jeff. What's you name?" "Cherry," I reply. "Sexy," Jeff says, "Like the color of your lipstick." I smile and ask the guys about their life in the army, and they begin to brag. I quickly realize these boys are putty in my hands. The fact that they are so macho and proud makes me want to take advantage of them.
I ask the guys if they want to get a motel room with me, which makes their sweaty intoxicated faces light up. The guys think they're really gonna score tonight. What they don't know is that I am going to be way more entertained than they can imagine.
We check into a historic motel that isn't in great shape but has a good deal of charm. The man working the front desk eyeballs me. I can tell he's thinking about what a whore I am.
I unlock the door and lean against the foot of the bed with my arms braced. Will shuts the door and I motion to Jeff to come to me. I pull his face to mine and aggressively stick my tongue in his mouth. Will comes to sit behind me and reaches to my front, caressing my breasts and running his hand down between my legs. He starts to suck on my neck.
I stand up and look at the guys. "Take off your clothes," I tell them. They both hesitate for a moment, then Will starts to unbuckle his belt. Jeff slowly follows. I start thinking about one of my earliest sexual encounters. When I was a young teenager I watched my gay neighbors having sex with their blinds open. Though I enjoyed watching them from a distance, I always wanted to watch two men do it in my presence.
The guys stand naked before me, wondering what is going to happen. I walk over to Will and put his cock in my mouth. It quickly becomes erect, and I move my tongue around it, getting it nice and wet. I grab a bottle of water from my bag, take a swig from it, and go to Jeff. I rub my hands across his ass, pull his cheeks apart and spit in between them.
"Woah, what the?!" Jeff shouts. "If you cooperate with me," I say in a stern voice, "I promise you'll enjoy this." I turn Jeff toward a wall. "Will, fuck him in the ass," I tell him. "No way dude, I'm not gay," Jeff says. "Pretend it's me," I say. The guys tense up a bit. "I know what you need, hold on," I say.
I go to the minibar and pull out small bottles of liquor. I give one of them whiskey and the other rum. "Gimme the rum dude," Jeff says. They trade bottles. "If I do this, you promise you'll let me do you after?" Will asks. "Of course," I say.
The guys are laughing nervously, and suddenly Will pushes Jeff against the wall and puts his cock in Jeff's ass. Jeff lets out a loud moan. Will doesn't stop, he thrusts into and out of Jeff again and again. To my surprise, I see Jeff stroking himself with one hand and pushing against the wall with the other.
I reach down to my own enlarged and pulsing clit and finger it as I watch the show. These men are marking a milestone, and I'm the only member of the audience. Will finishes, but rather than moving on from his friend, he grabs Jeff's hips and moves him to the bed.
Will puts Jeff's dick in his mouth with no hesitation. I would never guess that this was Will's first time giving a blow job. As he adeptly glides his mouth up and down Jeff's erect cock, I become confident that this certainly isn't the first time Will has given a blow job. Jeff is clearly unconcerned about Will's skills based on the look of ecstasy on his face and in his deep moans.
When Jeff comes, the guys' bodies relax and they both lay on their backs. They don't even bother to look at me, which is absolutely fine. The vividness of what I've just seen will be more arousing than any threesome could ever be. I slip out the door and grab a cab back to Nana's, where a dark room, my body, and thoughts of the evening await me.
