My Boyfriend(s) Aren’t

Book 1

Marriage Material

 

ONE.

 

Tyler was definitely not marriage material. At best he was a friend with benefits…but they were excellent benefits.

He was handsome with a trim body and a bigger than average cock. Not huge, not threatening, but when he entered me, boy hell did I know it. And I loved it. He could go for hours, loved eating pussy, and knew how to make me cum. He was a good lover, but I think he also partially got off on knowing he could make me cum. On more than one night he made me cum so many times that I lost track of the number. I lost track of time and myself.

But outside of bed he was a bit of a jerk. Tyler was self-centered, spent way too much time worrying about his appearance and how other people viewed him. He worked out but was always sure to do so in a gym where there were plenty of other women. On the few occasions we went out on a real date, I caught his roving eye more than once. A party of his friends he took me to, I sensed I was there more as a trophy of the type of woman Tyler could get rather than someone he actually appreciated.

And I knew he dated other women. We didn’t have an exclusive agreement by any means. Still, it would have been nice if he didn’t try to pick up other women while we were out on a date.

Nader was the other end of the spectrum. First was his unusual name; his told me his parents had named him after Ralph Nader. They admired the consumer advocate but didn’t like the name Ralph. In a good twist of fate, he looked nothing like the one-time presidential candidate.

Second, Nader was slightly built and boyishly cute with shaggy blonde hair in contrast to Tyler’s rigid crew cut.

Third, while he might have an unassuming outward appearance, the moment Nader took off his clothes, he was every bit Tyler’s equal, if not more. When we first got down to business and I had taken Nader’s cock in hand, it wasn’t anything particularly special, just average sized, or so I had thought. After a minute he was good and hard and I knew he could satisfy me as well as, if not better than, all my previous lovers.

Finally, Nader wasn’t self-centered and into himself like Tyler was. He was happily willing to put my own needs first and was sensitive to what I needed and wanted. In every respect he was a snag.

Not only was he boyfriend material, but he was marriage material…and that made me frightened because I had never dated someone like that before.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me back up.

 

 

TWO.

 

“Exclusive?” I asked Nader. “You want to be exclusive?”

He nodded his head emphatically and sincerely. I looked into his blue eyes through his thick glasses and I wanted to run my fingers through his blond crew cut and feel the hairs twining around my fingertips. He was cute and honest and I couldn’t lie to him.

I picked my words carefully. “I’d like to be…but I don’t think I can.”

From the way his face fell, I probably would have done less damage if I’d kicked him in the balls. “You…don’t think you can?” he asked.

We were in my small, cozy apartment. I did what comes naturally to me. I used sex as a weapon against him. I gave Nader a kiss and said, “I know myself too well. I’m one of those women with a sex-drive that’s barely under control. If I told you yes, I know I’d wind up cheating on you before too long.”

I had been dating Nader for almost half a year. It was time to have the conversation, and he knew that better than I did.

“So…you want to be exclusive, but you know you can’t,” he said slowly.

“Yeah. That’s it.” I nodded, happy he understood.

His face darkened. “Or is that that you want to continue to screw Tyler because I’m not good enough in bed. Is that it?”

“What?” His question caught me off guard. “No, that’s not it at all.” That was a lie. I was extremely reluctant to give up Tyler’s cock, even if it meant jeopardizing my relationship with Nader. “You’re fantastic in bed!” That wasn’t a lie. Nader didn’t fall into the hyper-masculine mold, but when he took of his pants…his flaccid cock was nothing notable, but when he got hard…the man was huge. I was almost afraid to let him have sex with me the first time, but apparently he either knew how to fuck or I was built to accept large cocks.

The latter was probably the case. Tyler was no slouch in the man-meat department.

His brow furrowed in confusion at my declaration of his bedroom talents, but my reluctance at confining both of us to exclusive partners. “Then why don’t you want to be exclusive? We’re practically living together as it is.” That was the case. We spent most nights together, either at his place or mine.

Except on the nights I was out with Tyler getting reamed by his big cock.

“I can’t explain it,” I said. “But I need to see other people.”

“You mean have sex with Tyler.”

“We go out on dates!” I felt like an idiot trying to justify Tyler taking me to some shitty bar for a burger before going back to his place for sex. I would have been happier just going to his place for sex. Easier.

“I want to meet him.”

I blinked first. “What?”

“I want to meet him.”

“Uh…why?” My mind was blank. I wasn’t expecting this. Always before I had kept my boyfriends separate and it had worked well…up until this point.

“I want to meet him,” Nader repeated. “Is there something wrong with him or me why I can’t meet him?”

The moment I opened my mouth, no words came out. My mind was blank. “…okay?”

“Great. When?”

This was the start of the downfall of my life.

I should have pushed harder to make it happen faster.

 

It took a while to work out the details but eventually we got together. At a coffee shop of all places. I wasn’t going to a bar with the two of them. Too loud and too many opportunities for things to go wrong. And I wasn’t going to some stupid chain restaurant. I wanted a place where I could walk out at any moment.

I didn’t expect a fistfight and I didn’t want to be the cause of one…but I wasn’t ruling it out.

The decision on when to arrive was an issue for me. If I arrived along with Nader or Tyler, I thought I might be showing favoritism, and that would be wrong. If I got there first, one would be the next to show, and that would put them on unequal levels again. So I got there fashionably late, after they both had arrived. It made me fifteen minutes late, all of which I spent in my car two blocks away, fielding their text messages.

I’m here.

Where RU?

Am I at the wrong place?

Getting here soon?

What’s he wearing?

Did I miss you?

Ugh. I just kept sending messages that I was running late. I was lying, but I’m good at lying.

When I walked in, they were on opposite sides of the shop. I waved to both, grabbed a table in the middle and beckoned them over. We were going to keep things equal and civil.

The meeting went better than I expected.

Both had bought me a drink while they waited, so I found myself staring at two coffee drinks set in front of me. That was much better than having nothing. I kept alternating drinks all through our conversation, which was both pleasant and odd. I never got used to one or the other, switching back and forth. It was perfect.

Though they eyed each other warily when they first sat down, the ice was soon broken.

Nader lifted his chin and indicated the t-shirt that was partially exposed under Tyler’s unzipped sweatshirt. “Nice design. Where’d you get the shirt?”

I guess it was the male equivalent of one woman complimenting another’s purse or dress.

But it was a fucking Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles t-shirt. Tyler often wore whatever stupid shirt he came across when he was working out or running; I had barely noticed the thing he had one, but Nader saw it right away. Tyler gave his answer to Nader’s question—some store somewhere—and they were off and running reminiscing about a stupid cartoon and comic book.

I listened for fifteen minutes while they all but ignored me and it felt like a giant waste of time.

“I’m so glad you two are reliving your childhoods together,” I said acidly when there was a break in the conversation over who was the better character, Michelangelo or Raphael. Silly me. I thought they were Renaissance artists and not anthropomorphic reptiles.

Nader looked at me with a bemused smile on his face. “Isn’t it better that we get along…that is, if you want to continue to see Tyler?”

And just like that Nader was suddenly okay with me dating and presumably having sex with another man. I was in heaven…and I had the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles to thank for it.

I went home with Nader. Tyler, of course, had a date with some other woman. He didn’t say as much, but I knew what was going on. He and I were only casual, so I had no real hold over him. I wanted him to date and screw me alone, but that was never going to happen.

At my place Nader practically ripped off my clothes he was so eager to have sex. We never made it to my bed. In his eagerness to get me naked, I found myself on my knees with my arms on the couch as he fucked me from behind. It wasn’t perfect, but it was raw and urgent and I got off twice before him.

As he pressed me down into the couch, he whispered into my ear. “Did you like having a date with two men?” he asked, talking about our coffee meeting.

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you like being a tease to us both?”

“Yeah…”

Sometimes Nader really liked to talk during sex. He needed that little extra mental image, a little push to go over the edge and I indulged him in that. I’m not so verbal during sex, but he seemed to like my moans.

“I bet you’d like to fuck the both of us at the same time!”

“Yeah…” I agreed. Right that moment I would have agreed to anything. His thick cock was rubbing me in just the right way.

And then he gave me a confession that excited and scared me at the same time. “I want to see him fuck you!”

“Yes!” I cried out. I wasn’t exactly agreeing to his semi-proposal, but I wasn’t saying no either. Mostly I was just cumming and I usually say, “Yes, yes, yes,” when I cum. What can I say? I’m a positive girl.

Neither of us said anything about it for the rest of the evening, but I knew he was thinking about it.

I know I was.

 

 

THREE.

 

We ate breakfast together the next morning at my tiny kitchen table. Nader had spent the night and we were getting ready to go to work. He always thought ahead or at least he was in the habit of bringing a change of clothes with him whenever he showed up at my place. Normally I drink some coffee and eat a bagel in silence. He wanted to talk

He wanted to talk about one thing.

“I just want to let you know, in the light of the morning and all, that I’m fine with you dating Tyler.”

I arched an eyebrow at him. I’d learned to do that in eighth grade when I had my first real boyfriend and I wanted to appear superior and haughty to him. It had taken me a month of practice in front of my mirror. The week after I had learned this fine, feminine art, he dumped me.

Fuck Scot McPheigh. He was a jerk for going out with Laura Preston.

“And fucking him too?” I asked archly, because I liked to arch my eyebrow.

I could only do it with my left, but that was more than enough.

I had asked the question to annoy Nader, but it didn’t work.

“Yeah. Sure. And I really want to watch you fuck him.” He grinned around a mouthful of bagel. I wasn’t sure if he was teasing me or if he was serious.

“Really?” I asked. “You want to see that?”

“Yeah! Why not?”

“Wouldn’t it make you jealous?”

He gave a little shrug. “Maybe. But Tyler seems like a cool guy. I wouldn’t mind it. A little jealousy might be something to make it more exciting.”

I shuddered. I knew I wasn’t the sort of girl who could easily settle down for one guy. I’d cheated on lots of boyfriends in the past and I was certain I’d do it again, but I never pictured myself as being the type of girl to have a threeway with two guys. Or a guy and a girl for that matter. Or two other girls for that matter.

Nader misinterpreted my shudder for a shiver of anticipation. “I can see the idea is appealing to you.”

“Yeah,” I said as noncommittally as possible. “That’s something to think about.”

We finished breakfast and left. I was glad the conversation was over. The idea was fantastically scary and I never wanted to talk about it again…no matter how wet it made my pussy.

Men however, when they latch onto an idea, won’t let it go.

I should never have introduced Nader and Tyler. Unbeknownst to me, they had exchanged numbers and were soon texting and talking to each other. If I had known, I supposed I would have been fine with it. There was no reason for me to forbid the two guys I was seeing from talking to each other.

I should have known what they were talking about.

Friday night was always date night for me and Nader. Dinner. Sometimes a movie. Sometimes a comedy club. We’d gone to some shows and performances. The next Friday I arrived at his place ready for a nice restaurant.

What I found was Nader and Tyler sitting on the small living room couch playing a video game together. That was bad enough. What was worse was it was a Teenage Ninja Mutant Turtles video game. I’m not an idiot. I can recognize boys’ toys. I was just pissed.

They didn’t notice me coming in right away. “What the fuck are you two doing?” I asked, barely keeping the anger out of my voice.

The two of them glanced at me and paused the game. It was Nader who answered. “Just a little two player TMNT action on Tyler’s old GameCube. It still works. Amazing, huh?” He glanced at his new friend, my old friend with benefits, and tried not to smirk. I should have known something was up by the expression on his face.

“Want to be player three?” Tyler asked, oozing self-confidence and charm. “The game can have four players but there’s only three of us.”

Nader had a big goofy grin plastered on his face. I should have known better. I should have left, but I was curious and I knew they had something planned. I wanted to know what it was.

“No. I don’t want to play video games,” I said. “I’m supposed to be going out on a date,” I said to Tyler.

“Well… you’re dating both of us right now, so…” he trailed off.

“So what?”

“So why not date the both of us,” said Nader.

“We can skip the restaurant,” added Tyler, getting off the couch to circle around me.

“We can order in if you get hungry,” Nader continued.

Tyler put his hand familiarly on my back as Nader watched. I was uncomfortable to say the least, but I was excited as well. Were they teasing or…was something else going on.

I wanted it to be something else…or at least that’s what my body was telling me.

With Nader watching, Tyler pulled me in close and put a hand on my hip before kissing me.

I kissed back, knowing all the while that Nader was watching me. This is what he wanted, I knew that, but I had never been watched while making out with someone before.

It was intense. I had never before been watching with such concentration while making out with someone. I could feel Nader’s eyes on me and I knew it wasn’t going to end there with him watching me kiss Tyler.

Tyler broke the kiss. “He wants to watch,” he said with a nod of his head, indicating Nader.

“I know.”

Taking my hand, Tyler pulled me toward Nader’s bedroom. His apartment was small: four rooms only. Bathroom. Living room. Kitchen. Bedroom. I willingly let Tyler pull me along. I didn’t look back even though I knew Nader was following.

What they had discussed before I arrived, I didn’t know, but I had a good idea. The only thing to do was to pretend that Nader wasn’t there, even though it was his bed we were headed toward. Tyler pulled me close again and kissed me even as he started pulling off my clothes. I stiffened as he pulled my dress over my head leaving me in bra and panties, but I reasoned in the back of my head that they had both seen me naked before, it wasn’t a big deal.

Tyler undressed himself even as he undressed me. Nader seemed to fade into the background. Before I knew it was I wearing just my panties and we were on the bed. Tyler was on his bed and I was sucking his cock. He wasn’t completely undressed, just his shirt was off and his pants were down far enough to release his cock. I was much more eager for this than I had initially realized.

Running my hand over Tyler’s smooth skin, I appreciated the fact that he liked to shave off everything: chest hair, belly hair, pubic hair. The first time we had fucked it was a little unsettling, having a big hairless cock and balls in my hand for the first time, but I quickly got used to it. His skin was surprisingly soft and sensual and if that’s how he wanted to present himself, I was good with it.