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  A Contemporary Erotic Short Story by Virginia Nelson

  On the rebound, Brie is thrilled at the idea of a vacation on the beaches of Florida, especially with two absolutely irresistible men…and equally unattainable.

  Murphy and his boyfriend offer the great escape and maybe, if she spends enough time with them she’ll learn to control her desire to strip them every time she sees them.

  Murphy has never touched a woman in that way, but is oddly attracted to his best pal, Brie. His lover and boyfriend, Andy, suggests they make love to her—a perfect choice for them to experience a ménage.

  Andy’s interest in Brie makes Murphy wonder if he is not enough, but the temptation of having them both gets put to a real test during their weekend together…

  Clothing Optional © 2012 by Virginia Nelson

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, or events, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  eBook ISBN: 978-1-77127-081-6

  First eBook Edition *June 2012

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  To the interesting times I have had…

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  Acknowledgements

  None of the books would ever get written if Michelle and fam didn’t feed me. Thanks guys.

  For the title, thanks Heather for the email that offered up titles…but none of them were quite right. However, the compliment had the perfect title right there. That is what makes friends great. They may not know the answer but they point you in the right direction.

  Always, thanks kids. Love you.

  Love, Me.

  Clothing Optional

  Virginia Nelsom

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  ADULT CONTENT: Contains sexual content.

  Chapter One

  Licking at the sticky, white sweetness, Brie closed her eyes in blissful ecstasy. Swallowing reflexively, she allowed the creamy liquid to roll down her throat in a flood. Opening her eyes, she took another long slurping lick, and then rubbed the remains of the white stuff from her lips with an eager tongue in what had to be obvious rapture.

  “If that is how you eat ice cream, maybe I am batting for the wrong team.”

  At his words, Brie laughed and her gaze landed on one of the most delicious men she had ever known. He’d also happened to be her best friend for the past ten years and one hell of a dresser. Murphy Lawrence, sadly, was also strictly into men.

  Shame. She swirled her tongue around the spoon drenched in ice cream again. The things I could do with that bulge in your jeans would make you rethink that life choice.

  Realistically, her longtime crush on her gay best friend was something that would never be fulfilled. Especially since, like so many of her friends, he enjoyed a successful relationship.

  Whereas she only succeeded in molesting ice cream.

  Brie’s most recent relationship, or bungle as she tended to think of it, had ended in her ex threatening to take her shop away. How exactly he proposed to do that was beyond her, but the fight turned nasty and she hoped Golfer Boy got exactly what he deserved in life. If karma was a real law, the man was screwed.

  Speaking of screwed, she punctuated the thought with another long lick of the cold, sweet treat; it’s something I have not done in far too long, months really. No way abstaining from sex helped the crush on her best friend or latent ice cream perversions. She ran a hand across her thigh as if to wipe away the disturbing thoughts before she focused on Murphy’s blue eyes and smiled.

  “You love your team, and if they had a mascot it would be you, anyway. What is with the pink shirt?” Poking a finger at his rock hard abs, Brie bit back a sigh at their firmness.

  “Pink is the new black,” Murphy advised and took a lick from his own spoon. The sundae they shared was buried under a sea of chocolate syrup, and he stabbed into it with gusto. “Besides, Andy likes me in pink. He said it shows off my tan, or some other nonsense. If you come on vacation with us, you will see tons of boy toys sporting pink.” Waving his spoon and rolling his eyes suggested the idea sounded silly but Murphy still blushed slightly, the color change hardly recognizable under his dark skin. “About vacation—”

  Smiling at his attempted change of topic, Brie dipped her spoon into the ice cream again. “So, how are things with Andy?”

  At her friendly question, Murphy frowned and seemed to be thinking.

  “Fantastic.” His quick answer made her wonder if he was lying or not telling her the whole truth. “But you know me…love ‘em and leave ‘em.”

  Brie frowned, and swirled her spoon through the ice cream in random whorls. “I thought maybe Andy was more. You two really seem to have something special. Guess I was wrong.”

  Probing him with her gaze, Brie noticed as he shrugged that it seemed an attempt to mask whatever bothered him.

  “It’s all in the hips and lips, baby girl. A man like me has to keep his options open.”

  “I guess.” Brie studied him and sighed. “Why do I feel like someday we are going to be two old maids, with about a zillion cats, sitting around trashing fashion magazines rather than rocking on our porch swings with that one true love?”

  Murphy snorted. “You can have the true love, baby girl. I want the true passion.”

  “What if you could have both?” The male voice had both their heads snapping up. Dark-haired with olive skin, his appearance so decadently Italian he made Brie want to take a lick to see if he tasted like parmesan. Brown eyes so dark they appeared nearly black, even in the well-lit ice cream parlor, met hers, and Brie sucked in a breath as the sheer masculinity of his presence caused a zing of awareness to shoot from her head to her toes.

  Brie shook her head. This is no way to think about my best friend’s boyfriend. But every time she saw Andy, her body responded. My gaydar is defective.

  Guiltily, she gazed over at Murphy, but he wore a look of hunger on his face rivaling the sexual tension rippling through her own body upon seeing Andy. This served to make Brie feel a hundred times worse. It’s bad enough, crushing on my best friend. To lust after his boyfriend is just sick.

  Murphy reached out a hand toward Andy. He accepted it and bent over till their faces met, and Brie couldn’t help but stare, riveted, as the two men exchanged a kiss hot enough to melt the ice cream left swimming in the bowl of fudge. Brie brought one hand up to fan herself, but when Andy’s eyes snapped open and their darkness settled unerringly on her, she stilled the hand in another wash of guilt.

  Andy came up smiling from the kiss, his gaze locked on hers, and her breath hitched at his dark regard. Shifting her eyes, she looked at Murphy. Murphy’s lips appeared already swollen, his eyes dazed, and another wave of heat washed over her at the thought of climbing across the table to kiss him in his blurry state.

  Brie shook her head again. What was with her today? Somebody needs to go buy some batteries and spend some quality alone time.

  At Andy’s soft chuckle, her gaze darted to his seem
ingly knowing glance, and she wondered if somehow he knew her thoughts.

  Impossible.

  Clearing her throat, Brie tapped Murphy’s hand with her spoon. “I will scram and leave you boys alone. Call me?”

  “I’ll call later tonight, baby girl.” Murphy focused on her, smiling warmly. “Let me know what you think about that trip. I’ve given you a good month to consider it, and the arrangements need to be finalized.” Then his smile turned into a grin as he added, “Brie, you need to get the hell out of Dodge and get your bearings.”

  “What’s to think about?” Grinning back, she scooted out of the booth. “Two men all to myself for three days in the sun? Count me in, handsome. Of course, let’s keep it to ourselves that the two gorgeous men only have eyes for each other, shall we?”

  “So you are coming with us to Florida? The Keys are beautiful this time of year.” Andy’s hand glided easily in a friendly move across her waist as she stood and he slid into the spot Brie vacated.

  Fire crackled down her skin and she fought to keep her breathing even. It’s a casual touch and a million people touch like that in courtesy every day. Internally, she chastised herself. Reacting to my best friend’s boyfriend is wrong.

  “By beautiful, he means sweltering hot, so don’t pack much in the way of clothes.” Murphy slid closer to Andy in the round booth, his smile infectious.

  “No problem. Bikini at the ready.” Body at the ready, too, but I’ll keep that to myself.

  “Talk to you soon and we’ll hash out travel plans.” Smiling, she nodded to Andy and escaped before she said something stupid. Getting hot and bothered left her flustered, which was really unacceptable and had to stop.

  I really need to get my hormones under control, and this trip will be the perfect chance for me to do it. The two men, rolling around in the sand half-naked, should be enough to tell her system a giant stop sign hung over their heads.

  She hoped so, anyway. At this point, the idea of them rolling around anywhere half-naked took her breath away.

  Chapter Two

  “Quit being so uptight,” Andy chastised as he lay in their bed curled around Murphy. “I know you like her. I see how you watch her.”

  Lying in his lover’s arms, Murphy growled in frustration. “It’s not that simple, Andy.”

  Andy slid a hand up Murphy’s lightly furred leg, coming to a rest near the juncture of his thighs. “It’s only as complicated as you make it. If you want it, take it. It is a general rule of business.”

  Murphy never had a relationship that worked, not like this one was working. He never felt this way—all comfortable and safe in a relationship, as he did with Andy—before with any man. Andy was wonderful. Andy represented everything Murphy ever wanted in a relationship. The one flaw with Andy was his bisexuality prior to his relationship with Murphy. He asked Murphy multiple times about testing his own boundaries, about his thoughts on a threesome. Murphy battled insecurities about being enough for Andy, and it actually hurt in an unexpected way.

  Murphy rolled to prop his chin on his hand, where it laid on Andy’s chest.

  “Am I not enough for you?”

  Andy’s eyes, ever dark, seemed to go black with emotion as he dug a hand into Murphy’s hair. Roughly, he pulled Murphy to him for a kiss filled with need, heat, and tongue.

  “You are enough for me. But I think this will add something. I think this is meant to be. You haven’t ever touched a woman…ever?”

  “No.” Murphy sighed and rolled onto his back. “I knew how I felt about men from the start. I never wanted to touch a woman before.”

  Andy rolled to cage Murphy with his body. “Ah-ha! Before! You feel attracted to her, too?”

  Since they’d had a similar conversation before, Murphy knew the direction of this one. Andy was talking about Brie. Murphy’s longtime best friend had attracted Andy from the beginning with her supple legs, fiery auburn locks, and flashing green eyes. So no matter what secret feelings Murphy harbored for her—odd as they may be—it was wrong on so many levels. He didn’t know what he would do without Brie. If he decided to have a threesome, he wished it could be with her, but he would never risk their friendship on such a roll of the dice.

  And how would that conversation go anyway? My boyfriend wants to sleep with a woman and me and since I have always wanted to touch you—odd as that may sound—I thought maybe you would like to be part of a man-wich? I can’t guarantee I can keep it stiff for a girl, but for you, hell, let’s go and try it out!

  Yeah, fuck that.

  Murphy shoved at Andy’s chest, but the other man remained immovable.

  “If by feel it, do I feel the need to sleep with her…no.” Flat out denying it seemed a safer bet than admitting his odd attraction.

  “I don’t think you’re being entirely honest with either yourself or me.”

  Murphy glowered at Andy, sliding his hand to cup the other man’s balls. Andy’s eyes snapped closed and his breathing hitched.

  “If I want her, I am still not going to take her. You are enough for me.”

  With the cockeyed grin that always made Murphy catch his breath, Andy’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze locked on Murphy’s lips. “Am I? So, you don’t wonder? You don’t want to ride her body while I push into her?”

  The picture Andy’s words painted and the gentle rolling of Andy’s hips in an attempt to get the sensation he desired from Murphy’s hand, had Murphy’s cock jumping on his stomach. His balls tightened, and he sucked air in through his teeth.

  “It isn’t that simple, Andy.” He moved his hand, sliding it up to glide it over the velvet heat of the other man until he came to the purple head, already beaded with a pearl of moisture.

  “Why not?” Andy spoke from Murphy’s neck, where he had dipped his head to nip at the sensitive flesh beneath Murphy’s ear. Those hot lips on his skin made Murphy push his hips upward so that their cocks danced together, velvet on velvet.

  “She is my friend.” His voice grew breathless as he lowered his head to nibble at Andy’s nipple, increasing his tug on the other man’s hardness. Murphy’s other hand came down to touch his own dick, which begged for release. “I don’t want to lose that.”

  “Then we make her very happy so she wants to stay.” In one move, Andy slid down Murphy’s body to take his cock into those full, wet lips. Murphy bucked at the attention, his hands digging into Andy’s thick dark hair.

  “God, yes!” shouted Murphy. His body ached for release. And when the first finger teased at his anus, his jaw clenched at the pleasure and overwhelming desire the sensation brought. Then the suction stopped, and he looked down his body to the man kneeling between his legs.

  “It can be that simple,” Andy whispered.

  Murphy dug his fingers into the sheets in need. If anyone could find a way to have Brie and keep her friendship, it had to be Andy. The man was a magician, sheer heaven in bed. Not to mention, a good friend and loyal from what Murphy had seen over the past year. If he gave in to this, could he really have it all? He did want it all. Brie and Andy, in his bed…the idea tantalized and, for a moment, the awkwardness of the conversation to get her there seemed worth it.

  “How do we get her here?”

  Andy’s teeth flashed white and he spoke gruffly, “Leave that up to me.”

  Then he was nuzzling and taking Murphy’s cock in his hot mouth again, ending the conversation.

  Chapter Three

  Lugging the bag from the conveyer belt, a tingle of excitement shivered up Brie’s spine. She had not been on an actual vacation for far too long. And since the rebound from Golfer Boy, who liked to play with little white balls more than with her, she deserved some quality time away to have fun. Closing her eyes a moment, she pictured the warmth of sand and sun on her skin.

  Turning, she looked farther down the conveyer, where, in a flood of other travelers, stood the two men who precipitated her tropical getaway. One dark-haired and the other gold and both of them looked absolutely edible, e
ven from a distance. Andy still wore work clothes, but the top few buttons of his white shirt were undone and it hung loose over his dress pants. He smiled at Murphy, whose golden head bent as he reached for a hot pink suitcase. Brie couldn’t stop her grin at the sight of the bright luggage.

  She had given him the suitcase a few years ago for a Christmas gag. He bitched for months that every time he traveled, at least a dozen people carried the same black bag as his. When Brie found the pink suitcase in one of her secondhand-store haunts, she picked it up immediately. No one would mistake that bag as theirs on a conveyer full of luggage.

  Murphy stood, his long, lean body showcased in a sporty tight tee. Equally tight denim encased his mile of leg and his broad shoulders stretched the T-shirt to its maximum capacity holding all that breadth in. He grinned, too, when his gaze met hers. The flash of white teeth in contrast to his bronze skin pulled an answering smile of acknowledgement from her lips as she was pretty sure they both remembered the story of the suitcase.

  Tugging her bag, she joined the two men and headed out to the waiting cab.

  “What’s the name of the hotel again?” Brie sat sandwiched between the two men and the mingled scent of their cologne made a heady brew in the close confines of the car.

  “The hotel is named Paradise, and from what my friend told me, it is a place where you are welcome to be yourself in a tropical, fun-filled setting. I have never been there before but, well, I heard great things.”

  Murphy’s chuckle rumbled through the car and had Brie’s lips curling automatically. “What, you didn’t do hours of research before we left? Baby girl, this man is a horror when it comes to planning. When we went to Washington, do you know he had us planned down to the hour? He has lists and lists to keep track of his lists and—”