The Thumb War

Ben’s hand found the strap of my shoe and wiggled it, making Daniel sit up a little straighter. It tickled a little, but I didn’t do anything but bat a glance at it. Ben looked at me, drew his lips down into a guilty smirk and touched his fingertips to my Achilles tendon. I let him, trying to keep a conversation with Daniel, but the both of us losing the sentences. Ben lightly stroked my leg, up the calf, barely touching it. He raised my knee and placed it on the chair between his legs. It lifted my skirt. I put it down.

“That’s enough,” I said, though I knew I was blushing. Ben watched my leg drop, his mouth in an O, and shook his fingers out. “Come on,” I said. “It’s just a leg.”

“It’s your leg,” he said.

Daniel frowned at this entire exchange, but lightened up when it was over. “It is a nice leg,” he said. “I’ll bet the other one…,” he leaned under the table, “yep, just as good.”

“Stop it, guys. How are we going to get you two laid when you keep touching me?”

“I guess you’ll just have to fuck one of us,” Daniel said. I threw my straw at him.

“But you’re my friends.”

“Exactly,” Ben said.

“I’m changing the subject,” I said.

“Why?” Ben asked.

“Alright, I won’t. But let’s talk about someone else, okay? Daniel, how long has it been?”

“Like four months.”

“That’s pathetic, man,” Ben said.

“How long has it been for you, then?” Daniel asked him, sidelong, taking a sip of his beer.

“Five months. Look I didn’t say I wasn’t pathetic, alright?”

“You’re both pathetic.”

“You could help one of us out, you know,” Ben said.

“I ‘help one of you out’ and one of you is going to ‘leave my life forever.’ And I love you both, so that question is moot. Let’s find you girls.”

Daniel frowned at this comment too. Ben smiled and started looking around the room. “I’m gonna get us another round,” he said, and kissed me on the cheek on the way to the bar.

“Seriously, Daniel,” I said, leaning over the empties, looking into his brown eyes, they’re green in daylight, but brown in the dark, “Alice has been gone forever and you’ve got to get out and try to talk to someone. Anyone.”

He put his elbow in one of the empty, dry spots on the table and leaned into me, his shirt falling forward, his chest, hairy and a little skinny, appearing before my eyes. He saw me look. “Let me tell you something,” he said. I leaned in more. “I don’t give a shit about Alice.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

He didn’t answer, but simply stared at me, blinking slowly, his mouth opening. I wanted to lean in more, attack him, and I fought it like I always did, but stayed there anyway, to torture myself, I guess. He reached over and adjusted some part of my hair. I smiled, bit the inside of my mouth and leaned back in my chair.

“What about that girl behind me?” I asked him. He looked, pursed his lips and shook his head. “You’re impossible,” I said.

“You’re impossible,” he said.

I took a deep gulp of my drink and ignored the fact that he was still looking at me. I felt cold on the back of my neck and saw a drink put down in front of me. “Predictable,” I said to Ben.

“Thumb war for Kim?” Ben asked Daniel.

“What?” I asked, sitting up. “You’re going to decide which one of you I’m going to spend the rest of my life with in a thumb war? Have a real fight, guys.”

“Women,” Daniel said.

“They always want to see a guy get beaten up in their name,” Ben said.

“No, we just like to see you guys roll around on top of each other.”

They paused, thumbs almost raised, then Ben winked at Daniel and Daniel blew him a kiss. “Someday, partner,” Ben said. Daniel laughed. I fanned myself.

“She’s got the vapors,” Daniel said. Then together, they said, “One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war!”

Their thumbs raised and snapped at each other like snakes. Daniel caught the tip of Ben’s, but he got out of it before I could count to three. Ben pounced, but at the same time as Daniel, and their thumbs shoved into each other at the tips, waving in a triangle.

“You’re not trying hard enough,” I said to them both and unbuttoned another button on my blouse, sliding my hand in to play at the top of my breast. Daniel looked at me and Ben leaned over and gave him a kiss on the mouth. Daniel’s thumb dropped and Ben caught it.

“One… two… three!” I said.

“Let’s go,” Ben said.

“I never agreed to this,” I said.

“Who asked you?” Ben said.

“You’re going to have to ask me.”

“Fine,” Ben said. “Kiiiiimm, if Daniel and I have thuuumb war to decide who gets to spend the rest of their life in your pussy, would you agreeee to ittttt?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you both.”

“She loves us both,” he repeated to Daniel, who was still kind of annoyed that he lost, and probably that Ben had kissed him to do it.

Daniel looked at me, smiled at the look I was giving him, nodded and turned to Ben. “Could be worse,” he said.

“What do you mean?” Ben asked.

“You ready, partner?” Daniel asked.

Ben looked at me, looked at Daniel, looked at me, and then nodded to Daniel, buttoning his jacket. I wasn’t sure that the deal made had actually been made, that they were thinking the same thing I was thinking and I watched their forms on the way out of the club for a sign. Ben, shortish and solid, swayed a little, but from alcohol or circumstances I couldn’t tell. Daniel, tall and slight, stayed at a normal distance from Ben, not close enough for flirtation or far enough to avoid it.

When the door shut behind us, the sounds of girls in cars flirting with boys on foot, a thundering bus, Daniel put his hands on Ben’s hips and looked at him for a while. I still didn’t really believe it. Ben blinked a few times, cocked his head and pressed into him. He looked a little shy at first, unlike him, and kept his mouth shut, but Daniel put his fingers in his hair, turned his head and forced him into a deep kiss, finally met with tight clutches at his clothes, an arm up his back, the two of them locked in a struggle to get closer to each other, their legs bent and pushing, their noses pressed into each other’s cheeks. They stopped and breathed over each other’s mouths for a while, then looked at me.

“Let’s get a cab,” I said.

We hailed one and I sat in between them. Ben pulled my left leg into him and put his over it to hold me in place. I tried to close them, but Daniel did the same with my right. Wind came through the cracked window and blew up my skirt, but when I went to pull it down, the men caught my arms and put them behind their backs. Ben looked out the window, but let his fingers slide up my thighs, under my panties at the leg, across my pussy lips and onto my clit. He rubbed me gently. Daniel watched and mustered up the bravery to play with my inner thigh. He closed his eyes and rubbed his knuckles back and forth, thigh to thigh, puffing out a sigh occasionally. Ben dove down every once in a while to lubricate his fingers. I could feel the moisture seeping through the cotton of my panties, rolling down to my ass. I looked down, saw the bulges in both of their pants and wished I could touch them, but I was trapped, exposed, shivering.

Ben moved more quickly as if I had dared him to, and I felt heat rise in my neck. I checked the rear-view mirror to make sure the driver wasn’t watching and closed my eyes. There was chaos, blackout and shuddering. My mouth opened, lips curled into my teeth, and Ben took me to my first orgasm of the night. Daniel watched, his chest heaving. Ben coughed, replaced my panties, rolled the wet off his finger onto my thigh and they left me open like that, the wind puffing up my skirt.

I was still hazy when Daniel paid the driver, helped me out of the cab and led us to his door. We held hands in a line like kids on a field trip up the stairs. Daniel took his keys out of his pocket, threw them in the air and caught the right one on the way down. He put it in the lock slowly, wiggling it and turned to me, stealing a long, soft kiss. Ben came up close behind and kissed my neck, lifting the back of my skirt and dry-humping my ass. Daniel opened the door, his lips still in mine and we shuffled inside, my ass sticking out. Ben slapped it. I pulled at Daniel’s pants when the door shut, felt him through his underwear, and he moaned sweetly. Ben rolled my underwear down in his thumbs. I heard a zipper and felt his cock. He stopped then, went around me, took Daniel to his couch and pushed him onto it. I watched, my underwear down around my ankles, as Ben knelt between Daniel’s knees, kissed him hard, his hand around the back of his neck, and then dropped, his mouth taking Daniel’s cock.

Daniel’s mouth open wide and he watched Ben’s head move, his brow furrowed, an almost worried look on his face. He looked at me like I could help or explain or confirm something, then let his head fall back into his couch. I walked up to them, knelt on the couch and turned Daniel’s face to me. I opened his lips and gently made out with him, taking his hand to my breast. He made a satisfied “Mmm” sound and kissed deeper, then I took his wrist and led his hand between my legs. He toyed with my clit and lips for a while, then began to slip fingers inside, one, two, three, four, fucking me with them. Sweat dripped out of my hair and onto my cheek. Ben stood up and I straddled Daniel, took his cock and sat on it. He shuddered. “Fuck him,” Ben said, unbuttoning his shirt, “Fuck him hard, Kim.”

Ben dropped his pants, took his shirt off and held it like rope in his hands. He stood on the couch, put his shirt around the back of Daniel’s neck and pulled his face to his cock. Daniel opened wide and took him in, deep throating Ben’s cock as I pumped for all my life on top of him. I reached up and played with Ben’s balls, he pulled out of Daniel’s mouth and I took him in for a few strokes. Daniel’s face was open, cracking breath with a gaping mouth. Ben caressed Daniel’s cheek and pushed into his hair. He pulled out of my mouth and went back to Daniel’s. Daniel was losing concentration, his stomach pulling tight and jerking. I slowed and stopped. He relaxed. Ben stood me up and embraced me tightly, kissed me deep and hard and then lay me down across the couch, my head on Daniel’s lap. He opened my legs, lay in between them and began to fuck me slowly, grinding in and out of me. He took some of the juice from my pussy and used it for lube, jerked Daniel off, still kissing me, still fucking me hard and slow. Daniel gripped the couch, his fingers making what would surely be permanent dents in the stuffing, screamed out and came, shooting into Ben’s hair and both of our faces.

Daniel sat still for a while, his chest still heaving, and then slid his hands between Ben and I, finding my clit. There we three light strokes before I came again, my head bent into Daniel’s legs, Ben watching closely, his green eyes blinking love and adoration. He leaned back then, put his knees under me and started to pump in earnest, fucking me so hard, his cock getting in me so deep I thought it would break through. Daniel pulled him over and kissed him, their tongues flashing between them, Ben whining and groaning and then jolting, shaking, crashing into my pussy. He slowed and stopped, pulled out of me and smiled.

“Let’s go to bed,” Daniel said, and we all got up, walked to his bedroom and fell asleep there, our arms around each other, belonging to each other, the three of us.