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Lorna Dane lay in bed, the quiet ticking of her alarm clock slowly driving her out of her mind.  Or perhaps it was something else.... It had been over an hour since she had bid Jamie and Remy good night and sleep was still eluding her.  Her mind kept returning to the picture of them, all broad, naked chests and playing cards.  She sighed heavily and turned over again, punching at her pillow in frustration.

Poker had been fun, she hadn't even minded losing.  Too much.  Now that she was being attacked by the familiar sensation of guilt.  She had been having fun.  How could she be having fun when Alex was so...dead? Because, Alex was a wet blanket anyway, you have a lot of fun to catch up on, her mind answered.  She shoved her pillow again wishing her thoughts would be a little more respectful of the dead, or at least a little more quiet.  Come on, Lorna, Alex would have never done anything like that. Sitting around with some friends, drinking some beers and enjoying a little nudity. Makes me want to enjoy something else.....

Lorna moaned in dismay.  Now her restlessness made sense.  It had just been so long...but it was undeniable.  Lorna Dane was hornier than a teenage boy at a cheerleading competition.  She turned over and stared at the ceiling, hoping that masturbation was a lot like riding a bike, you never forget how.  She had to laugh softly at herself, treating this as a scientific procedure.  Jesus, just get to it already.  It's not that difficult.

She sighed and closed her eyes, slowly conjuring up the image of a smooth, chiseled chest.  She felt her body relax a little as she moved onto picturing a pair of strong arms, muscled shoulders.  She drew her imagination lower over a defined abdomen, a teasing glance of firm buttocks, sleek thighs and finally an incredibly impressive erection.  Her lips curved in a small smile,  right hand drifting softly over her firm breasts, pinching hardening nipples lightly.  Her imaginary lover leaned closer, she could almost feel his hard body pressed to hers and his warm breath against the curve of her neck.

She writhed slowly, parting long legs beneath the sheets as her left hand traced the muscles of her inner thigh.  Her lover echoed the attention to her breasts, gently suckling and biting at taut nipples as they hardened between her fingers.  Arching  hips up towards him,  fingers lightly traced the folds of her sex, already moist and swollen.  She could imagine the head of his cock teasing her clit as she pinched it between trembling fingers.  She stifled a soft moan as she fingered herself slowly, breathlessly anticipating the moment when her lover would enter her.

She pressed the palm of her hand to her clit, the pressure delightfully frustrating as an index finger slowly drifted downwards.  Her breath caught as the finger slipped inside, his cock gently breaching the initial hot, wet tightness.  The first finger was joined by a second as he began to slide in and out in a hypnotic rhythm.  Hips rose, slowly at first to match his thrusts.  Soon she was panting, grasping a handful of sheet.  He drove deeper and deeper, each stroke perfect and sure.  She felt as tight as a bowstring,  muscles grasping and releasing him  with an increasingly more frantic rhythm.  She bit back another moan,  back arching as her body moved towards it's climax.  She trembled violently as her world shattered and she called out her lover's name, "Alex!"  Her eyes flew open and she caught the wounded look on her lover's face, brown eyes widening in shock.  "Remy?"  His hurt look deepened.  "Oh....God....Jamie?"  And he faded completely.

She sat up in bed alone and shaken.  Just who in the hell had she been thinking about?!  It wasn't Alex, that's for sure.  He was never that good...

"Oh, shut up." She whispered softly, pushing a hand through sweat soaked emerald tresses.  "It's only natural that I should be thinking about them....I mean....we just played that stupid game."  And Alex IS dead, after all.  It's about time you moved on. Can we do it again?

She hugged her knees to her chest, pondering the significance of what had just happened.  Jamie?  She felt lightheaded.  Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a loud crash.  She threw herself out of bed and hastily wrapped a sheet around herself, mentally preparing herself for the impending battle as she rushed out the door.

Remy followed Jamie down the hall with a grin.  He still couldn't believe the last ten minutes.  Jamie looked over his shoulder and gave him a sheepish smile, reaching out and grabbing his hand before dragging him towards his bedroom.  They tiptoed past Lorna's door, stifling the uncontrollable urge to giggle like schoolboys.  Jamie threw open his bedroom door and ushered Remy in, closing it after him and leaning against it in his best "sexy" pose.

"Ach, now I hae' you, you french bastard," he announced in his best Sean Connery.

Remy grinned and flopped backwards onto Jamie's messy bed.  Jamie followed, flopping on top of the cajun, all the laughter gone from his face.  Remy tried to catch his breath as he stared into Jamie's soulful brown eyes, just inches from his own.  Jamie lowered his face until he captured Remy's lips under his own.  Remy answered to him by parting his lips and thrusting his tongue into the other man's mouth.  Jamie grasped a handful of Remy's long hair, aggresively fighting off Remy's invasion and forcing his tongue into his mouth.

They warred back and forth, Remy's fingers digging into Jamie's shoulders.  He felt Jamie's erection brush his own, sending shudders through his body.  He broke the kiss roughly and bent his head to capture one of Jamie's nipples between his teeth.  Jamie drew in a sharp breath as Remy teased his sensitive nipple with his teeth and then soothed it with his tongue.  His hand dipped down between their bodies to wrap around Remy's stiff cock.  Remy moaned, sending all kinds of delicious vibrations through Jamie's hardening nipple.  He arched into Jamie's hand, with a motion that left little doubt as to what he really wanted.  Jamie reached down and brought Remy's chin up, kissing him again with violent passion.  He was trembling.  He wanted this so badly.  Of course, he had done this before, but never with another man.  Everything felt so....different.  Remy put restraining hands on his shoulders as his kiss turned more invasive.  Remy coaxed the kiss into something more gentle, a soft teasing.  Jamie could almost imagine his was kissing a woman.  He could almost imagine that it was Lorna.  He wondered if Remy was thinking the same thing.

Thoughts of Lorna disappeared as Remy gently broke the kiss and turned Jamie until his back was to him.  Jamie looked up, catching their reflection in his floor length mirror.  Remy smiled at him over his shoulder and reached around to take Jamie's hard cock in his hand. Jamie watched, entranced as Remy's hand slid up and down his erection, his own cock an insistent pressure against his back.  Remy buried his lips in his neck and Jamie moaned loudly.  Remy's breath teased the curve of his ear as he whispered, "You ready for this, mon ami?"

Jamie answered by leaning over and grasping the edge of the bed, presenting his rounded backside to Remy and smiling into the mirror with a hint of nervousness.  Remy smiled breathlessly, reaching out a strong finger to trace the most secret part of the man in front of him. Jamie caught his playfully apologetic look in the mirror as he moved away, reaching towards the nightstand.

His momentairy anxiety was rewarded as Remy returned, bearing a generous dollop of Jamie's favorite hand cream.  Remy let it warm for a few moments, catching the other man's gaze in the mirror and holding it with a curve of his sensous lips.  Jamie's breath caught sharply as Remy lightly fingered his anus, his hips bucking back involuntarily as Remy spread the lightly scented lubrication.  He saw Remy in the mirror, his eyes heavily hooded with desire as he took his cock in his hand and pressed it's damp head to Jamie's tight entrance.  He rocked his hips slowly, letting the anticipation build to an almost painful level before he gently entered Jamie.

Jamie couldn't help but gasp at the invasion, grasping the bed tightly as Remy pushed past his initial tightness with practiced care.  Remy took great care, stretching Jamie's hole slowly, giving him time to get used to his cock, savoring Jamie's expression in the mirror.  Jamie pressed back against him, their heavy testicles brushing against each other.  It was more than Remy could stand and he began to grind his hips in earnest.  Soon they were both sweating under Remy's passionate onslaught, his cock moving in and out in perfect time with Jamie's thrusts.  Remy moaned deeply, one hand grasping Jamie's shoulder tightly and the other reaching around to grab his cock and stroke it in time with his thrusts.  Jamie was panting wildly, the sensation of Remy buried deep inside him utterly unbelievable.  He shouldn't be the only one to be enjoying the feeling....

With a smile he snapped his fingers, glancing up at the dupe that appeared before them.  The dupe grinned, needing no explanation.  He climbed onto the bed behind Remy slowly.  Remy gasped in surprise as he felt another pair of hands reach around and caress his chest.  He looked up into the mirror and almost came at what he saw there.  He was still pumping into Jamie wildly but now there was another Jamie smiling at him in the mirror, his fingers pinching Remy's nipples.

Remy bit his bottom lip as he felt the other Jamie's erection push between his buttocks.  He gasped as the dupe forced his erection into his ass roughly.  He answered by thrusting into Jamie with more force, eliciting a loud moan from all three of them.  They rocked wildly, the three of them caught up in an unbelievable rhythm.  Jamie struggled to hold himself back, overwhelmed by the feeling of being in Remy and having Remy in him at the same time.

He felt Remy's grip tighten and knew he wasn't the only one.  Remy couldn't hold out any longer, his back arched sharply and he cried out loudly in french as he came deep inside Jamie.  both Jamie's felt the warm spasm and came simultaneously, Jamie spraying the front of his own chest with a healthy stream and his dupe flooding Remy's tight hole.  As they cried out in unison Remy bucked again, in the throes of his final spasm.  Then, with a loud bellow he sent them crashing to the floor, overturning the night table in the process.  The three of them lay together in a tangle of limbs, momentarily stunned (more by the amazing orgasm than the fall).  Jamie started laughing first, softly at first and louder when Remy joined in.

It was then that the door flew open.  "Jamie, are you all right?! I heard a crash and I thought.....um....oh....wow."  Lorna finished softly as she began to comprehend the sight before her.  Remy, and Jamie, and Jamie.  Naked.  On the floor.  Sweaty. Is that what I think it is on Jamie's chest?  Forget about that, she answered herself, what about the fact that they are all joined at the...."Um.  Well....everything looks all right here.....I mean....you seem to be ok....I...I'll just go now..."

The three men looked up at the sound of Lorna's voice, their laughter dying into shocked silence.  She stood in Jamie's doorway, a sheet wrapped around her, the curve of her breast peeking over the top.  Her cheeks were deeply flushed and growing pinker by the second.  Jamie spoke first, surprising Remy, Lorna, and most of all himself....
"No.  Don't go."

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