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wasn’t entirely out of the question?
    Ben thrust his hips into Johnny’s hand and sighed. “God, I miss doing this.”
    This? So they had done this before? The thought almost made Marianne swoon.
    With a sad smile, Johnny released Ben’s dick and settled back on his cushion. He stroked his own cock slowly, almost absently. When he spoke, his voice was so low, Marianne had to strain to hear it over the porn groove. “You know I love you, man. But I’m with Mary now.”
    Marianne, she corrected silently. She really hated it when he called her Mary . It was the one thing he did that really got under her skin. It sounded lazy, as if he couldn’t be bothered to say her full name.
    “Have you asked her?” Ben wanted to know.
    Her ears pricked up, and her hand clamped still around her pussy, no longer rubbing as she listened. Asked me what?
    “Man, it’s still early…” Johnny hedged.
    Marianne pulled back and leaned against the wall, out of sight. She could tell from the rustle of the sofa cushions that he was uncomfortable with the conversation, because he was moving as if to get away from it. He did the same thing with her whenever she wanted to talk about something he didn’t want to get into at the moment.
    Ben didn’t seem willing to let it go just yet, though. “You said you’d ask.”
    “I will,” Johnny assured him. “Give me some time—”
    “It’s been six months.”
    Since we’ve been dating, Marianne thought. What did Ben want Johnny to ask her?
    When Johnny didn’t reply, Ben asked, “You are sleeping together, aren’t you?”
    Johnny sort of laughed. “Sh-yeah. I told you, when the time is right—”
    “Man!” Ben cried. “Look, I have needs, too, dude. You wanted a girl; I got you a girl. A sexy, smart, wonderful woman who—I might add—also likes me. Don’t deny it, I know she does. But if I’d have known you were going to blue ball me, I never would have introduced you two.”
    Johnny growled in frustration. “What the hell! I can’t just be like hey, honey, let’s get Ben in here, too—he wants to fuck me while I’m fucking you. Because most women don’t go for that shit, okay? You have to let me build up to it.”
    “Well, have you even tried ?” Ben asked.
    Marianne’s mind reeled. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait, wait, wait. Ben wants in on what we have. He wants to join in. Is that what I’m hearing?
    Her whole body thrilled at the thought. Her pulse raced, her cunt throbbed, her nipples hardened. She almost whimpered in need and desire. Yes, yes, yes ! But why in the world was Johnny telling him no?
    With a sigh, Johnny said, “I will, I promise. Just give me a little more time.”
    Marianne’s hand drifted up, smoothing her blouse flat against her stomach, which fluttered under her touch. Ask me already, she thought, as if he could hear her. I don’t know about most women, but me? Hell, yeah!
    Her hand brushed over her breast. Pleasure trilled through her; she bit her lower lip to hold back a moan of delight. Her nipple stood out like a nugget in her palm and she squeezed until another shot of passion curled through her. God , yes.
    “Aw, man!” Ben cried. “I’m tired of waiting. I want you.”
    “I know,” Johnny conceded. “But we’ve been over this. I’m with Mary now. We can’t—”
    “We can .” Ben sounded indignant.
    Marianne risked another look around the corner to see him facing Johnny, his hand grasping his fat cock so hard, the purple tip looked as if it might burst. Seeing it made Marianne’s clit throb; she wanted to feel his dick in her mouth, between her breasts. She wanted to sit on his thick length and ride it while deep-throating Johnny.
    Absently, she began to unbutton her blouse, and slipped her hand inside to caress her breast through the lace of her bra. Her other hand drifted to the elastic waist of her slacks and eased beneath the fabric to brush over the front of her satin panties. One finger slipped under the panties