The Game by Jeanne Barrack Page A

her hair and the chain. Perspiration glistened on her skin as the dancing grew more frenzied.
    As though she couldn’t bear the restriction any longer, she unclasped the front snap of her bra and threw it to the side, freeing her breasts. She cupped them, offering them for the taking.
    *
    Dave stopped clapping, his breathing harsh and unsteady. Frank watched as Dave’s arousal increased, his penis pushing out the scrap of material covering it. His hands fell to his lap, yearning to caress Dave’s erection.
    Only the gasping breaths of the room’s occupants broke the silence in the room.
    Marcie sank to the floor, her head bowed. Waiting.
    Dave and Frank looked at each other and then at Marcie.
    “Rise, slave, and service your Master and his guest,” Dave commanded.
    “What is your wish?” Marcie whispered.
    “Take my cock in your mouth and suckle it. Make me come.”
    “Whatsoever you desire.”
    Dave pulled off his thong and his penis sprang free. He was so hard he could hold a tent up with his prick. He licked his lips in anticipation.
    And the exquisite torture began.
    * * * *
    Shari had drowsed off when she came awake with a start. She could have sworn she heard someone call her name. She glanced at the fire and cursed softly. She must have fallen asleep. The fire needed more logs. She took two more pieces of wood, positioned them in the hearth, and stirred the embers to get the fire blazing. There. The flames were leaping again.
    “Shari?” Marcie padded into the room wearing the sheer negligee taken from Shari’s special case. Her skin gleamed beneath the lacy covering. She moved to the fire and held her hands out, capturing some of its heat.
    “Did you enjoy yourself?” Shari questioned. “It sure sounded as though you did.”
    Marcie laughed softly.
    “Don’t worry. Dave called out your name when he came.” She chuckled. “More than once!”
    Shari smirked. “I thought I heard my name taken in vain.” She looked up at Marcie. “Do you think he’s too tired to…?”
    “Honey, he is whipped and wiped out. Sorry. I couldn’t seem to control myself. God, those guys are eager. And Dave…like he was making up for lost time the way he went on with Frank. Which I guess he is.” She stopped and grimaced in contrition. “Didn’t mean to go on like that.”
    Shari leaned back, resting on her elbows. “S’all right. You’ve just had Dave this weekend. I have him anytime I want.” She shifted against the couch. “And now that we know what we enjoy the most, I’m going to be wanting him even more.”
    Marcie crouched by the fire and threw on another piece of kindling. “Girl, I haven’t seen you this happy since—never. You have my blessing. Dave is good for you. And I’m going to keep looking for a more permanent arrangement. Frank’s more of a one-on-one kind of guy. I think I’ll save our little get-togethers for special occasions.”
    Shari gazed at the flames bringing fiery highlights to Marcie’s golden curls and smiled. “Girl, any time we get together it’s a special occasion.”
    Marcie smiled in return.
    “I know.”
    * * * *
    “God, I don’t know how Marcie can do this on a regular basis. Every bone in my body aches.” Frank grimaced as he shifted to a sitting position on the edge of the mattress.
    Dave laughed. “I keep telling you, you’re out of shape. You’re gonna have to come down to the gym and shoot a few hoops with me. Get your muscles toned up quick.”
    “Now that I don’t have to hide that I’ll be lusting after your fine body, I’ll join you.” He got up and found the skimpy briefs they’d had on and tossed Dave’s to him. “I’ve learned a lot this weekend.” He turned and looked out the bedroom window. The sunshine struck his face, illuminating it.
    Dave drew on his underwear and joined Frank. He pulled him back against his chest and held him around the waist. There was nothing sexual to the act; just two friends sharing the comfort of body