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and this little adventure seemed like fun. Stupid…but fun.
    As the three of them chatted and talked about a variety of things from the weather to bad television shows, the obvious connection between them grew.
    “What the fuck. Let’s go.” Rene threw her hands up and began to get up from the table.
    Also getting up, Jared knocked a napkin holder off the table. He bent over to pick it up and Rene’s eyes stared at his muscular ass. Ache crept through her pussy. She imagined her fingernails digging into Jared’s ass as they fucked.
    “Anybody home? Heloooooooo? I can’t believe it. Jared bends over and you are a vegetable.” Tommy obstructed her view. “Look…don’t I have a nice ass, too?” Tommy posed in a standard jeans ad pose, sticking his ass out with his shirt pulled up.
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    “Well, yes, I am sorry.” Blushing six different shades of red, Rene was caught wishing for Jared’s pants to fall down.
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Chapter Three
    After following Rene to her apartment in the truck, the two guys stood in her small home.
    “I just need to get a few things.” Rene ran into her bedroom while Tommy and Jared stood in the middle of her tiny apartment.
    “Ewwwww, and she does interior design?” Tommy looked around the room, analyzing the décor, his own ego and realm of expertise showing its face. The room was bland, with only a couch, loveseat and a small end table. On the wall hung a flat-panel television and a few unimpressive pictures.
    “It looks as though she’s never home. She must be one of those workaholic types.” Jared walked into the kitchenette area. He glanced into the fridge and saw old pizza, some outdated milk and various flavors of yogurt and some pre-made salads. No beer, hmmm.
    Tommy walked over to the large window, which led to a small patio. He opened the sliding glass door and went outside. “I love the night air,” he said, leaning on the patio railing overlooking the city.
    Jared moved toward the bedroom and saw the door ajar. With his finger, he opened it a bit more. Leaning against the wall, he saw Rene’s reflection in the full-length mirror she had on her closet door.
    Hmmm, interesting , he thought as Rene was pulling her blouse off and standing in her panties. She reached her arm back and unfastened her bra, letting it fall. Jared stood, admiring her nicely shaped breasts. He bit his lip, hungry for more.
    Rene was oblivious to Jared’s watchful eyes. She doubted whether she should go with these two strangers who seemed to have some rather strange kind of bond with her. Instead of behaving in her normal, “little miss careful” manner, she was throwing 17
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    caution to the wind. Acting careless, like some bad actress in an even poorer B-rated movie. But she could really use a little make-believe adventure right about now. That, and a starring role in a hot, erotic, sex movie with two guys.
    Her hands fell to her hips and began to roll the waistband of her underwear down.
    The silky fabric tumbled along her swaying thighs and legs.
    Jared breathed in. Her fragrance was intoxicating. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was but something about her stirred him.
    Jared’s thoughts raced through his head. Nice ass. Damn, I am horny again. Look at that small patch of hair. What’s that tattoo say on her hip? Why don’t I just jump her? Why am I thinking all these thoughts? Echoooooo. Where am I? Who’s talking to me? Oh wait, it’s my conscience telling me to pay attention and quit fucking around.
    Rene turned and faced her bed. Kneeling down, she reached under and grabbed a travel bag. Standing naked, she knew she obviously needed clothes but what else? Just the necessities and some naughty stuff—just in case.
    Let’s see, condoms, strawberry flavored lube, breath mints, my new vibe, a rainbow of thongs, the pocket instamatic nail file and knife with one thousand uses, some pepper spray in case these two looney tunes try something, my address