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816 Elmherst Drive was, without a doubt, the ugliest house in the neighborhood. The fathers all complained it brought down the area property values. The mothers all complained about the kind of family they worried would buy the house and move into the neighborhood. The teenagers used it as a hook up spot and told all the little it was haunted to keep them away from their party/sex hangout. So, when the ‘Sold’ sign went up, the whole neighborhood was buzzing about who the new occupants would be and how it would change the community dynamic. No one could have anticipated what was coming.

When the moving trucks showed up and three gorgeous, strapping men unloaded them, we all assumed they were with the moving company…but then they hung around, cracked open several bottles of beer and started wandering up and down the block introducing themselves to everyone. The little were instantly taken with them all – this is probably what made it so easy for the rest of the community to embrace them; after all, you can’t fool or dogs into liking bad people. The fathers were all won over by new beer drinking buddies who were apparently also into home improvement. The mothers were won over by muscles, sly winks and secret smiles that made them all start gossiping about which wives would be stepping out and stopping by a little too frequently. The teenagers held back like teenagers do, but it didn’t take long before the girls were all whispering about which of the three newcomers they’d be offering themselves to and the boys were all getting mechanical help while secretly soliciting sex advice.

I was hardly the exception to the new rule except that I didn’t open my mouth about it to every girl who lived within a 3-block radius. I’d always been quiet and kept to myself, and while my 17 year old fantasies ran rampant every night thinking about any one of them running their hands over my body, I didn’t feel the need to share those thoughts with anyone who would listen. I hadn’t ever been with a guy – not even a drunken, closet fumbling at one of the “Haunted House Parties” before the three of them moved in and effectively robbed us of our teenage experimentation. I’d been tempted, for sure, but something about a drunken 18-year-old boy jizzing in his pants at the site of my tits just turned me off. I wanted to be touched by someone who knew what he was doing. I wanted to be overwhelmed by that person. I wanted to feel him in my very pores. And none of the guys I drank with was gonna be able to pull that off with any kind of effectiveness.

Compared to the girls I ran around with; I was definitely the “plain Jane” of the group. I had shoulder length brown hair that would lighten every summer to something like a dirty blonde. I was taller than most of the girls at 5’7”, but definitely more on the Rubenesque side compared to my companions. I was soft and curvy where they were slim and bony. My thighs rubbed together while they had beautiful gaps. I was spilling out of a D cup when they were struggling to fill out a B. They were all sharp angles, shadows, and edges…I was rounded curves, sunshine, and softness. They looked like super models…I was more like a rolling stone. But not the cool, rock band kind – like an actual rolling stone.

The end of the school year was slowly approaching, and my mind was forced to focus on things like final reports, papers, tests, and the newly dreaded summer job. My parents had decided it was time I started officially learning to be an adult by joining the work force, so now, in addition to my homework and studying, I had what felt like an endless stream of job applications to complete that my mother kept bringing home. What I wanted to do was spend the summer laying in the sunshine watching the three gorgeous neighbors work on their run down, fugly crack house…but instead I was going to have to spend my time stuck at some cash register or stocking shelves somewhere. A complete waste of what could have been an outstanding summer drooling over the eye candy next door.

Our new neighbors had become staple additions to our “Friday Night Party Night” gatherings and since their arrival, our Friday nights had admittedly been much more interesting with a lot more attendees. How these three made all the husbands so comfortable while the wives stared and flirted was beyond me. I always enjoyed taking a seat off to the side somewhere and simply observing the chaos.

These three worked like a well-oiled machine…Zane was the obvious ringleader; standing at a solid 6’4”, he had short cropped, dark hair, crystal blue eyes, perfectly straight, white teeth, and a body that rippled and flowed like lava under his tanned skin. There were times my hands would literally ache with a need to touch him. He worked away from home most days – I’d overheard enough conversations to know that he worked in finance and that he was the cash behind their flipping operation. Eric was the ‘middleman’; he was quiet, but extremely quick witted and funny. He looked like the farm boy next door – almost as tall as Zane, he was all blond hair, chocolate brown eyes, smooth, tan skin and a treasure trail of dark blond hair that led down into his worn blue jeans like a map to the holy grail. Finally, there was Jake; he was all cocky, ‘good ‘ol boy’ humor and sex appeal. Compared to Eric and Zane, Jake was a shorty coming in at maybe 6’2” if he tried. He had dirty blond hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders and large, rough hands. He looked like he just stepped off the cover of GQ…well, the rough and tumble version of GQ. Okay, maybe he was more Hustler than GQ, but you get the point.

Jake flirted out right with all the wives; always telling them how great those jeans looked or noticing when they’d just gotten their hair done. I think most of the husbands ignored it simply because he flirted equally with all of them. It didn’t matter if it was Mrs. Carlson (who was easily in her 60’s and well on her way to being the cookie grandma of every 3 year old’s dreams) or Mrs. Anders (mid-30’s fitness instructor who’s ass was made of granite with a set of perky, fake tits to match), Jake lavished them all with praise and affection. Eric was more subtle, but almost more dangerous. Where Jake was overt with his attention, Eric was cunning and sly. He’d accidentally rub up against someone in the line for food, or find an excuse to squeeze himself between a wall and someone’s rounded behind, holding them by the hip in a seemingly harmless gesture as he “accidentally” pushed his crotch against their ass. Zane took me a while to figure out. He didn’t flirt overtly with anyone, but he was kind and thoughtful and gracious to everyone. He didn’t communicate with sneaky caresses or barely concealed winks. He studied people…like I did. He watched everyone closely, the wives, the husbands, the , all of us, and he carefully applied that knowledge to make whoever he was speaking with feel like they were the only person in the whole world while he was looking at them. It was truly artistic and absolutely devastating to behold. I watched two women vying so hard for his attention one afternoon that they ended up shoving each other into the pool. I caught Zane’s self-satisfied smirk before he could wipe it off his face and thought myself clever to have figured out his game. But he caught me watching and figured out my game at the same time. Something about the look he gave me tightened my stomach, made me ache for his touch, and at the same time absolutely terrified me.

My little world got flipped on its head the day of my 18th birthday. Finals were done, all my end of year papers had been turned in, classes were more like social hour rather than any kind of instructional learning, and everyone was just counting down the minutes to the end of the week and summer break. I’d gotten home early (we did roll call in our last class and then the teacher promptly dismissed us all) and was changing my clothes to head to an interview for one of the local grocery stores. I was trying to make myself even more drab and unappealing than I normally felt because, truth be told, I didn’t want to get a summer job. I heard quiet voices coming from the laundry room, muffled laughter and casual chat. So, I snuck down the hall and stopped, just short of the laundry room door, listening intently.

“I just can’t thank you enough for coming over here and fixing this, Zane. Honestly, I didn’t know you were just as handy as Eric and Jake. I’ve been begging Tom to take care of this for weeks, but he’s just always so busy!” The simpering tone of my mom’s voice made me raise an eyebrow. She wasn’t usually quite this flirty, but I couldn’t hardly blame her. She was apparently alone with Zane…that’d make any woman flirty.

“Aww, you’re welcome Helen. I’m happy to help. Eric and Jake are definitely the handy ones in our house, but I can make do in a pinch. I’m sorry they weren’t home today; they probably could have gotten this taken care of in half the time. I’m honestly not sure where they are. Something about Home Depot and sheet rock…I have no idea.” He laughed softly as his voice trailed off. I heard him shift his weight, so he was leaning against the wall. My interest had definitely been piqued…I’d had an interview the day before at Home Depot. Had I realized they spent time there I would have been more enthusiastic during the interview. But something else had caught my ear as well. Something about the way Zane had said “in our house” made me suddenly think there was more than friendship going on in their home. Naturally, I had absolutely no reason to suspect the three were gay, much less in a three-way style relationship, as they all seemed extremely heterosexual. But there’d been some kind of possession in Zane’s voice that I only associated with romantic relationships.

“Oh, no. Zane, you’re just wonderful. I’m so grateful for your help. You three have just been the most wonderful addition to our community. I really wish you guys were staying rather than just flipping that house.” I heard my mom shift closer as she spoke.

“Well, it’s a big house and we’ve barely started. It’s basically a full gut job on the inside and then we have to tackle landscaping. I imagine it’s going to take us a few years to get it all done unless we want to go broke before we can sell. I’m a numbers guy, so I’m good with slow and steady.” Zane’s voice had become softer and even deeper than normal; a deep baritone sound that made my pussy spasm like I was about to cum. I had to reach out and hold onto the wall for support.

I heard a soft whimper from my mom and suddenly felt a feeling of possession and jealousy so strong it made me snarl as I wrenched open the door to the laundry room. Zane’s huge, broad back was blocking my mother from view, but considering how she jumped and squeaked with fright as I came busting into the room, I figured she’d either done, or been about to do, something very inappropriate. “Hi mom!” The sarcasm was thick enough to cut as I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for her to face me. Zane slowly turned around, completely casual and unconcerned by my sudden entrance. He smirked at me as he slid his hands into his pockets.

“Hi sunshine.” Zane matched my sarcasm with his own. He looked both humored and seriously annoyed at being interrupted.

“My name is Jessa.” I was incredibly proud of myself for not choking on my own voice.

“Oh, I know what your name is, Jessa.” He raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me.

“Jessa! Honey, I didn’t realize you were home!! Zane fixed that rattle in the washer that I’ve been after your dad to fix for weeks!! Wasn’t that so sweet of him?! We were just chatting about all the plans he and the other boys have for their house and the yard! Oh it just all sounds so wonderful!” Mom was flittering around, chattering like a magpie. She was also bright red and completely flustered.

“You seem a little flustered, mom? What's the matter? Get a little crowded in here? Or did you just work up a sweat trying to jump the neighbor?” Mom’s mouth dropped open and she turned even more red.

“Jessa!” Zane wasn’t smiling now. Anger radiated off of him, making me take a step back. He’d said my name like a slap across the face. “Apologize to your mother.” Now it was me who was turning red as I ducked my head and choked out a weak apology. “Helen, I’m sorry if I was in any way inappropriate. That certainly was not my intent.” Zane never took his eyes off of me as he spoke to mom. His words somehow managed to make me feel even worse than I already did.

“Oh Zane, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sure Jessa didn’t mean to be so rude.” She started ushering Zane out of the laundry room, both of them brushing passed me. “Her dad and I have been really pushing her to get a job and she’s headed to her 3rd interview this week! She’s such an overachiever, I’m sure she’s just stressed and anxious is all!” Mom was still chattering like a magpie, but I had to love her for immediately rallying to my defense even though I’d been such a bitch just a few moments earlier. I followed behind them into the kitchen and hung back in the doorway. “Where are you interviewing today, sweety??”

“Coopers Grocery.” I mumbled.

“You know…” Zane had picked up and apple and was tossing it idly in the air as he spoke, “If you want a summer job, we’d hire you.” He took a bite out of the apple as he eyed me.

“What?” Said my mom, immediately perking up.
“Huh?” I said at almost the exact same moment. That was a very abrupt change in his attitude.

“With all the renovation and our normal work schedules, we could use someone to clean the house, do laundry, maybe start working on the landscaping in the front of the house. We see you outside working on your mom’s flower beds all the time…”

“Those are MY flower beds.” I said sullenly.

“Even better.” His tone softened a little. “Look, I know cleaning up after three guys is probably no teenage girls’ fantasy summer job. But we pay pretty well and there might be some fringe benefits…” He looked at me pointedly for just a split second too long before adding “Eric is a hell of a cook.” My mouth went dry. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Be in their house for an entire summer? Wash their laundry? You mean he was offering me a chance to soak up the scent of them all on a daily basis? I was worried my eagerness would make my mom suspicious, so I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Oh Jessa!! How can you be so noncommittal?! This is fantastic!! No commute, so you wouldn’t have to worry about gas money. Plus, Zane is a financial adviser! I’m sure if you play your cards right, he might be able to point you in the right direction when it comes to saving and investing!" I said nothing, so she continued, "This is a fantastic opportunity!!" I still said nothing and finally, completely exasperated, mom practically shouted at me. "Jessa!!! How can you just stand there?!” I looked at her and then flickered a gaze toward Zane. He had a gentle smile on his face, like he was trying to encourage me to say yes, but at the same time, slightly hoping I’d say no. The look made me hesitate.

“I don’t know mom. I’ve gotta go to this interview." I look at Zane, "I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Sure, Jessa. Just let us know by the end of this week, okay?”

With that, I turned on my heel and practically ran out of the room. I didn’t want to seem too eager. I wanted to immediately say yes and then ask if clothes were a requirement of if they were optional…

I didn’t spend two seconds thinking about the horrible interview I’d just finished up as I drove home. I was completely preoccupied thinking about the possibilities of working for Zane, Eric and Jake all summer. I was thinking about the possibilities if I offered them my services to provide sponge baths as I walked into the house from the patio door.

“SURPRISE!!!!!!!”

I legitimately screamed bloody murder; my iced coffee went flying all over me and the living room floor. My keys flew out of my hand and so did my cell phone, clanging against the stone hearth of the fireplace, my screen shattering on contact. Eyes wide, panting for breath, and simply grateful I hadn’t pissed myself in front of what appeared to be the entire neighborhood, I let out a nervous laugh…”Umm….hi??”

Everyone erupted into laughter and came running over, hugging my coffee soaked self and offering copious happy birthday wishes. It took me a solid 10 minutes to extract myself from the throng of people to be able to go to my room and change my clothes. I couldn’t help but notice the three neighbors towering over the crowd: all three of them cheering and wishing me happy birthday along with everyone else. I got a secret sense of immense satisfaction that they were in my house, celebrating my birthday.

I was standing in front of my mirror, trying to decide between a strapless purple sundress and a teal blue tank top and shorts. It wasn’t usually like me to second guess my clothing choices, or even care really, but something about Jake, Eric and Zane being downstairs among the party goers had me nervous and very aware of my appearance.

“I like the purple…if it makes any difference.” I gasped and spun around, trying desperately to cover my naked breasts with the clothes in my arms. Jake was standing in my doorway, looking nonchalant and relaxed as ever. His blue eyes slid up and down my body with obvious enjoyment, though whether that was because he liked my curves or liked how shy and embarrassed I’d suddenly become I had no idea. Without an invitation, he entered my room and shut the door behind him; part of my brain registered marked disappointment that he didn’t also throw the lock on the door. He walked towards me slowly, deliberately, like he was trying not to scare off a wild creature.

“Are you embarrassed?” He tilted his head to the side, curiosity swirling in his eyes as he slowly moved both outfits away from my body until I was standing in front of him, bare chested, flushed and breathless. He slowly turned me toward the mirror, raised his hands to my shoulders and traced his fingers along my collar bones, making me shudder. “You’re beautiful.” He bent low and laid a kiss against the side of my neck. I was wet, aching, my knees had started to shake and all I could think was ‘please god, take me now!!’ “We have a present for you.” Jake whispered into my ear and brought one hand around and opened it in front of me, watching me in the mirror, even as I watched him.

It was a jewelry box – teal blue – Tiffany’s. My eyes widened a bit and his went from sultry to playful as he grinned excitedly. “Open it!” As I took it from his hands, he wrapped his arms around my waist and settled his chin on my shoulder, holding me back against him in an oddly familiar way. I couldn’t help but lean back against him as I opened the box to reveal a stunning diamond necklace. The platinum chain was short so that it would sit up high on my neck, perfectly nestled at the hollow of my throat. On it was an infinity symbol, inlaid with diamonds, my hands actually trembled as they caressed the metal. Jake reached up and with surprisingly careful fingers, removed the necklace from the box and fastened it about my neck.

“Zane wanted me to make sure and explain we picked this out for you before he offered you the job.” He laughed gently at my startled expression. “Yes, I know he offered you a job working for us this summer. Eric and I suggested it before we even knew you were looking, actually. I told Zane those were your flower beds.” He kissed my neck gently again, his eyes back to their sultry “let me fuck you” blue, and had he tried in that moment, I would have spread my legs faster than a $2 on half price night. He looked at me in the mirror again, his hands remaining firmly on my hips, and whispered in my ear once more “Take the job. And wear the purple. No bra.” He bit my earlobe gently and I nearly collapsed as he whispered in a growl “And I dare you to ditch the panties.” With that, he promptly turned and left the room.

It took me a solid 20 minutes to return to the party after I’d left to get cleaned up. Not only was I gloriously interrupted by Jake, but then I had to fix my hair, apply at least a bit of makeup (not that I ever wore much) and of course, I had to masturbate before I could return. I’d locked the bathroom door, clothes strew on the floor and slid my hand into my panties, furiously manipulating my clit while I remembered the feel of Jake's fingers along my collar bones and his lips against my neck. I came hard and fast, soaking through my underwear and going weak in the knees. With a naughty grin on my face, I looked at myself in the mirror – flushed, glowing, the after-cum sparkle in my eye the perfect addition to my makeup – and decided I would definitely be skipping the panties tonight. I was aching to follow Jake's “order”.

I came skipping down the stairs, returning to all the guests who once again hugged and squeezed me, offering up their happy birthday wishes. I ate and chatted with the neighbors. The other girls who’d come oo’d and aww’d over my necklace and asked me where’d gotten it. I gave some noncommittal answer about having had it for a while. For some reason, I didn’t want to tell anyone that it’d been a gift from Zane, Eric and Jake. Jake overheard me at one point and gave me a sly, pleased grin which let me know I’d absolutely made the right choice in keeping my gift a secret.
Everyone was outside, playing lawn darts or something when I slipped inside to escape the crowd for a few minutes. I walked down the hall to the guest bath and reached for the door when it swung open, almost catching me in the face.

“Jessa!! I’m so sorry!” Eric grabbed a hold of me as I nearly toppled over. I couldn’t help but laugh, breathlessly, as he held me upright. I suddenly felt drunk.

“It’s okay.” I laughed awkwardly as he stared down into my eyes.
“Hey, thank you, by the way. The necklace is beautiful and way more than you guys should have gotten me.” My eyes fluttered down, I couldn’t keep meeting his gaze.

“It suits you beautifully.” His hands were slipping down my sides to my hips, then still lower to my thighs, then slowly tracing back up under the hem of my dress. My breath caught in my throat again as he lifted my skirt and ran his fingers over my hips, tracing gently down the sides of my ass, then back around to the front, stopping just short of tracing down to my pussy. I was dizzy. I couldn’t see. He lowered my skirt, leaned down and laid a kiss to the opposite side of my neck that Jake had kissed earlier and then whispered in my ear. “Jake told me he dared you to skip the panties….” He tsk’d gently and flicked his tongue against my ear lobe, “Such a good girl. Zane will be very happy.” And with that he walked away.

That’s all it took. I made up my mind that moment that I was absolutely accepting the job because I was now 100% sure these three men were in some kind of bizarre relationship and I wanted to know more. I wanted to spy on them. I wanted to wash their dirty t-shirts after they’d been working all day and smell their scent on their clothes. I wanted to wash their bed sheets and search them for cum stains, imagining them having hot, passionate sex with each other or some of the neighbors. I wanted to snoop through their house and I wanted them to catch me and when they did, I hoped beyond all hope that my punishment for my crime would be all three of them fucking me into a stupor. As Eric walked away, I ran down the hall and out the side door into the mud room, heading for the garage. But the sounds of deep grunts pulled me up short.

I cracked the door to the garage and nearly fainted at the sight that met my eyes. Zane was leaning back against our SUV, his shirt pulled up and over his head so his chest was bare, his jeans around his knees and his hands wrapped in the thick, dark hair of our neighbor…MISTER Cole.

Mr. Cole was sucking Zane’s cock like his life depended on it. I could see his arm working furiously in front of him and realized he was jacking off while Zane fucked his mouth. I couldn’t help the startled gasp, and while Mr. Cole tried to turn at the sound, Zane simply shoved his head down over his cock and started fucking his face faster and harder, obviously driving the fear out of Mr. Cole’s head entirely.

Zane looked right at me and smiled the most beautiful, wicked smile I’d ever seen. “I’m gonna cum…are you ready?” Mr. Cole obviously thought Zane was speaking to him and began to enthusiastically groan his approval, but Zane was talking to me…I couldn’t help but nod my head ‘yes’.

He still never took his eyes off mine. I watched him clench his fist in Mr. Cole’s hair and slam his hips against his face. The sound of his pleasure licking at my ears and making me feel faint. His body went ridged and I heard Mr. Cole choke even as I watched Mr. Cole’s cum splash onto the cement floor of our garage between his knees. Zane finally looked away and looked down at Mr. Cole, “Don’t you spill a drop.” He said with a rough shake of the other man’s head. Mr. Cole did a full body shiver and I heard him swallow again. Zane smirked down at him “Such a good boy.” He let go of Mr. Cole’s hair and side stepped the cum on the floor. “You really should clean that up before you come back inside.” He pulled his t-shirt back down over his head and walked towards me, tucking his cock back into his jeans as he did.

I backed away from the garage door so fast I nearly fell over and was half running down the hallway when Zane suddenly caught me by the upper arm and swung me into the laundry room, shutting the door and throwing the lock. My heart skipped a beat with fear and excitement at the sound of the lock sliding shut and I looked up at Zane half terrified, half thrilled, and completely turned on. Zane backed me up against the washer, lifted me like I weighed nothing and set me down on top of it, shoving himself between my knees and pulling me forward so that my naked crotch was pressed tightly against the front of his jeans.

“What did you see, Jessa?” My mind raced. Huh? What did I see? I saw everything, obviously! You wanted me to see everything! You never stopped staring at me even while you came!! Zane’s hand in my hair jerked me back to reality, “What did you see, Jessa?” He asked again, his eyes burning with lust and some kind of danger I didn’t recognize.

“N – nothing. Zane, I swear. I didn’t see anything. I promise.” I didn’t know why, but tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks. My whole body was trembling, but I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or pure desire. Zane’s hand tightened in my hair, pulling my head back slightly so I had to look down the bridge of my nose to see his face.

“Liar. Tell me what you saw.” I swallowed hard. My mind was racing. I didn’t know what he wanted!! Finally, my heart pounding in my throat, I decided to go for honesty.

“I saw Mr. Cole sucking your cock.” I barely managed to choke out the words as his fist tightening in my hair, giving my head a small shake.

“Did you enjoy watching him on his knees, Jessa?” He pressed me tighter against him, leaning in and speaking with a low purr in my ear. “Did you like watching me cum while I fucked his mouth?” I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down my spine and made me whimper out loud. My mouth was dry and my words caught in my throat. He shook my head against, waiting for my response.

“Yes! Yes…I liked watching….” I was panting now. My hands were against his chest, both trying to push him away and holding on for dear life. I wanted to melt into him, to breathe in the thick scent of his skin and cologne. I wanted to rake my nails down his back and scream his name while he was inside of me.

“I liked having you watch, Jessa.” He whispered roughly into my ear, his fist loosening slightly on my hair as he let my head fall forward to rest against his shoulder. His hands drifted down my back and pulled the top of my dress down, exposing my naked breasts before they came to rest on my ass where he kneaded my flesh rhythmically as he spoke. “Having you watch made me cum faster. Made me cum harder. Having you exposed and vulnerable makes me hard, Jessa. Can you feel it?” He asked as he pulled me against his crotch hard, letting me feel the thick, heavy outline of his cock rub against my aching cunt. I couldn’t speak; all I could do was whimper and flex my hips against his cock. He laughed a soft, sinister laugh against my earlobe and pulled my dress top back up and in place even as he backed away from the washer, leaving me visibly trembling, breathless, and weak sitting atop the washing machine.

“Work starts at 7am, Monday morning, Jessa. I appreciate punctuality.” And with that he turned and left the room.