a nympho. She just could not get enough of her men. At night, they fulfilled each and every one of her desires, and in the mornings, she woke up wanting more. At work, they shared stolen passionate kisses whenever Charlie or Cole, or sometimes both, cornered her in private. She also let him know that it wasn’t just the sex that left her feeling blissful and content. It was how well their close-knit friendship translated into real and now everyday life. She knew that she had been lonely before, but up until Charlie and Cole’s arrival, she had not fully realized the magnitude.
* * * *
On Friday afternoon, Angela and Cole found themselves alone in her office. He was sitting at Maddie’s desk, going over the paperwork for the sale of his house, while Charlie was helping Maddie with customers out in the main room.
Angela sat down at her desk to review the new item orders she was about to place. She wordlessly typed away on her computer and surreptitiously—or so she thought—glanced up at Cole every so often.
“What is it, Angela?” Cole asked, setting aside his stack of papers. “You seem curious about something. Go ahead and ask. I don’t mind.”
“It’s just…well,” she began, searching for the right way to phrase her question. “I mean I guess I can understand it from a girl’s perspective but…well the two of you…you don’t mind…sharing?”
“I don’t see it that way,” Cole said without hesitation. “Sharing implies that Maddie is only half mine and half Charlie’s. I see Maddie as being fully mine and fully Charlie’s. The three of us are in a relationship together.”
“But how can that be?” Angela blurted. “It’s not like you and Charlie are… you know, intimate .”
“Sure we are,” Cole stated matter-of-factly. “We don’t have sex with each other, if that’s what you mean. He and I are both straight. But we make love to the same woman at the same time. His presence and also his gratification are an integral part of my sexual experience and vice versa. It’s very intimate.”
“Oh,” was all she could think of to say. She quickly closed her mouth when she realized it was still hanging open.
Just then, Charlie walked in the room. “You two look very serious. Did I miss the ‘what are your intentions with my daughter’ talk?”
Though still a little dazed from her conversation with Cole, Angela was quick to reply. “Consider this your warm up. Just wait till it’s her father’s turn.”
“Well in that case,” Charlie began, humoring her, “let me assure you that our intentions are completely honorable.”
Angela smiled. If she had any doubts, the last several days of watching Charlie, Cole, and Maddie interact with each other, dispelled them. And they thought they were only making out in private . Angela had caught them several times and quietly slipped away. She was sure there were plenty of times that had escaped her notice and wondered if those times could have possibly been any steamier.
* * * *
Their official first date was wonderful. Charlie and Cole surprised Maddie with calla lilies, her favorite flowers, and they were the perfect gentlemen as they each gave her an arm to link hers through on their way out. At the movies, they showered her with snacks and soda from the concession stand, satisfying her sweet tooth. The comedy they agreed upon seeing was stupid but incredibly funny. They poked fun at Maddie as she snorted through some of the funnier scenes, a habit of hers they were very familiar with. Even as a kid she could not a help a snort escaping every so often when she found herself in a fit of laughter. She tried to cover her mouth, but Charlie or Cole wrestled her hand away each time.
She only laughed harder when Charlie “accidentally” dropped popcorn down her blouse and unabashedly went in to retrieve it. He located the wayward piece, copped a feel, and then popped it into his mouth.
By the time they sat down to
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