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  ALYSSA’S SECRET

  Raven DeLajour

  I step into the house after a long, boring day and I’m tempted to run back out and drive away. I wouldn’t be running away forever. I just don’t want to see her face right now. I don’t want to deal with the excuses, the lies, and the fake apologies. I would never hit a woman in my life, and I never have, but I would lose my temper and I would probably do something stupid like smash my face against the wall. Yeah. Not the smartest move, but what can I say. I’ve been losing my mind lately.

  So when I see our babysitter, Alyssa, enthusiastically reading to our five-year-old boy, Dylan, I find myself confused and elated at the same time. If Alyssa is here, then Miranda is obviously out with her friends, flirting with men like they are all single and don’t have a family back at home. Despite my sadness and frustration, I step into the kitchen and smile at Alyssa before she looks over at me with an enthusiastic wave.

  “Hi Mr. Evans,” she says as she sets the book down. “Look, Dylan! Your dad’s home.”

  I smirk as Dylan quickly glances over at me and gives me a weak wave. It’s obvious that he’s fallen for Alyssa. We’ve only had her babysitting for about a month but she gets along with Dylan so well.

  “Aw, Dylan.” Alyssa pouts. “Why don’t you give him a hug? He worked hard all day. He must have missed you.”

  Dylan shrugs and leans in closer to Alyssa, who looks up at me with an apologetic expression. I can’t help but laugh.

  “Dylan,” I say as I set my briefcase down. “Why don’t you go to your room for a bit? I have to talk to Alyssa.”

  “Okay,” Dylan says before he hops off the couch and saunters off to his bedroom down the hall, leaving Alyssa and me alone.

  I sigh as I slowly walk toward the living room where Alyssa is sitting on the couch. I notice that she almost always avoids my gaze when I’m around her, unless I’m speaking to her. I know that she is shy, but I get the sense that I make her feel uncomfortable. She looks cute today with a pair of black capris and a black shirt that reads ‘proud bookworm’ on the front. Her thick black-framed glasses complete her cute, geeky look.

  “So I assume Miranda went out?” I ask her as she looks up at me.

  She nods. “She called me about an hour ago saying that she had to go out. Luckily, I didn’t have work so I was able to come.”

  I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m so sorry, Alyssa. I had no idea about this. If you want, you can go. I’ll still pay you.”

  She shakes her head. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I was barely here for an hour. It’s no big deal.” She hesitates before she says, “Is everything okay?”

  My gaze falters to the floor. “Yes. Everything is okay.”

  **

  Four hours later, Miranda comes home and barely glances at me. But it doesn’t matter. I’m ready to hang out with my friends for once. I’m not a perfect person, but for the past five years I’ve put my family first in front of everything else. That includes my friends, who always invite me out to the bar. I’m backing out of the driveway when my cell phone starts ringing.

  “Hey, I’m driving,” I say as I back out of the driveway. “What’s up?”

  I hear Gregory’s distinct laugh in the background as Adam says, “Change of plans. Come meet us at the Hilton.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “Um, okay. Why?”

  “Just come here. We’re in room 303.”

  Shaking my head, I fight the urge to argue. “All right. I’ll be there shortly.”

  I have no idea what my friends could be up to. Knowing them, they have something bizarre planned for me. I don’t want to speculate or really think about it, actually. Because the sad truth is that I have other things preoccupying me right now. Like the fact that Miranda wants a divorce. She claims that there’s no one, but I know that is bullshit. I always see her on the phone, texting someone with a huge smile on her face. I wonder when she stopped loving me. Does it even matter anymore? Probably not. But after I grew up without a father, I know how difficult it can be for a kid to see their parents separate. That’s the last thing I want Dylan to go through.

  I get to the hotel rather quickly since it’s right near my house. I consider backing out before I enter the nice hotel, but then I remember everything that’s going on at home and it propels me to move forward. I’m the only one in the elevator as it takes me up to the third floor, where I quickly find room 303. After knocking on the door, it opens slightly until I see Adam’s clean-shaven face.

  “You made it!” he cheerily says. “We thought you were going to back out.”

  I can’t help but smile at his infectious good mood. “You better have something good for me waiting.”

  “Oh, don’t worry. We do.”

  He opens the door all the way to let me in. So far, I see nothing out of the ordinary. I see Greg stretched out on the bed, completely enraptured by his phone, while I spot an unopened bottle of Jack Daniel’s resting on the nightstand next to a bottle of Coke. Greg finally sees me in the room and gets up from the bed with a smile.

  “Hey,” he says enthusiastically. “Are you ready for your surprise?”

  I slowly look over at Adam. “Surprise? What surprise?”

  Adam grins and whips out his phone. “Well, you see, I heard that you were having a hard time lately at home, so I figured why not surprise my good friend Erick? Do you remember how we talked about the three of us hooking up with a girl?”

  I stare at him. “Yeah, that was like ten years ago. When I wasn’t married.”

  The grin remains on his face. I don’t like where this is headed to, but I patiently wait for him to continue. “Why don’t I pour you a drink? You should get comfortable.”

  I sit on the unoccupied bed as I watch Greg pour a substantial amount of whiskey into three red plastic cups along with soda. He hands me a cup and I tentatively take a sip of it, almost wincing at how strong he made it.

  “Okay,” Adam says once he has taken a thorough sip of his mixed drink. “So like I was saying…we always wanted that fantasy, right? Well, tonight we’re making it happen.”

  I stare at my friend blankly. “You’re kidding.”

  “I’m not.” He grins as he passes me his phone. “I posted an ad online and I got a few replies. She sounded the most promising. Tell me what you think.”

  It’s a good thing that I’m not drinking from my cup because I would have spurted it all out. Because I’m looking at Alyssa’s picture except it’s a different Alyssa. Gone are the glasses and the shy smile. Her wavy hair is all sleek and straight and she’s wearing black eye shadow along with black eyeliner, which makes her deep blue-green eyes stand out. There is a sheen coat of lip-gloss on her pouty lips and she’s sporting a sexy smile. There is an undeniable, playful, vivacious energy dancing in her eyes. Along with her bright red dress, she looks like a completely different person.

  “You like her, don’t you?” Adam excitedly says. “I knew you’d like her. You have a thing for brunettes. So do I.”

  “And me,” Greg adds. “Shouldn’t she be getting here soon?”

  “Any minute now.” Adam grins at me. “She said we could do whatever we want to her. I can’t wait to fuck her pretty face.”

  I hand Adam back his phone in a state of mild shock. I can’t really say anything. Numbness has settled in my body, making it impossible to move, really. I can’t do this to Alyssa. What if she thinks that I planned all of this? What if she tells Miranda? Dread congeals in my stomach until I feel dizzy, like I’m about to sway. But there isn’t time to back out because there’s a knock on the door.

  “I need more whiskey,” I quickly say as I frantically stand up and grab the bottle on the nightstand. “You want some more, Greg?”

 
“Sure. Besides, I do better when I’m drunk, anyway. I’ve been told.”

  I pour myself straight whiskey and do the same with Greg’s cup. I don’t glance over at Alyssa until it’s impossible for me not to. God, she looks so beautiful. I find myself transfixed by her sheer beauty. I’ve always thought that she was pretty, but she always hid behind loose clothing that was one size too big for her. Now she’s wearing a tight black dress that hugs her sexy, curvy body along with a pair of black tights that accentuates her shapely legs. I gulp as I glance at her black high heels and bite down on my lower lip as she finally looks over at me. Her gorgeous bright eyes widen in alarm as our gazes meet until I smile.

  “Hi beautiful,” I say with all the confidence I can muster. “My name’s Erick.”

  For a second it feels like she’s going to say that she knows me, but then she breaks out in a sexy grin and I see the shyness literally dissipate on her face, replaced by excitement. “Hi Erick. I’m Alyssa.”

  This is definitely weird, acting like we’ve never met before, but it’d be weirder to explain to my friends that she’s my babysitter. I grab a red cup and fill it with whiskey and soda and hand it to her with a smile.

  “Here you go,” I say. “Some whiskey and coke.”

  “Thank you,” she says as she carefully sits down next to me and accepts the drink. “I love Jack Daniel’s.”

  “Hi Alyssa, I’m Greg,” my friend says with a wink. “It’s nice to meet you, too. You seem shy.”

  She stares at the carpeted floor as her cheeks flush. “I am. I’m more of a bookworm and a homebody. Believe it or not, I’ve never done something like this.”

  “Mm. Hot,” Adam says as he sits down next to her. “I love shy girls. They’re the naughtiest.”

  Her pale cheeks turn even more crimson. “I have to agree. No one suspects us. But sometimes we have the dirtiest minds.”

  I’m definitely surprised. But just hearing her say that is turning me on. I drink more whiskey and feel my erection coming to life as my gaze flickers to her breasts. She has such a nice chest; I wonder why she always hides them if they are so sexy. I don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, so I focus my attention on her face, which isn’t hard since she looks so flawless right now.

  “So what are you into?” Greg asks as he pours himself more whiskey. “I hope you don’t mind me asking. You did say we could do whatever we want to you…but we want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

  She smiles and I’m tempted to run my fingers down her cheek because her skin looks so soft. She says, “Well, I won’t lie. I like it…kind of rough.”

  My right cheek twitches as Greg grins in approval. “I like the sound of that. So you’re into everything you said in the email?”

  She nods. “Yeah, pretty much. I know it might be wrong, but I like it. It feels good.”

  Now I’m curious as to what she wrote in the email. The whiskey is working its way through my system and I feel possessed as I run my left hand up her silky smooth leg that’s covered by the sheer tights. I feel her stiffen next to me and when I bring my mouth to her ear, I feel her tense in anticipation.

  “Are you okay with this?” I ask her in a low whisper.

  She doesn’t hesitate to nod. I almost don’t believe her until she brings her own hand to my thigh and slowly brings it up my leg. My cock hardens even more as her palm grazes my erection, making me inhale deeply when she leans over to kiss the corner of my mouth.

  “What did he tell you to do?” Adam asks as I close my eyes and linger in the soft, light kiss.

  When I open my eyes, I see Alyssa smirking as she pulls away from me and gets on her hands and knees to crawl toward Greg. He looks at her with pure lust in his eyes as she parts his legs and starts rubbing him through his pants.

  “He told me to suck you off,” she says in a seductive voice. “Is that okay?”

  “Fuck yeah,” he excitedly says as he watches her unbuckle him. “Suck me off as much as you want, baby. It’s yours.”

  His words seem to entice her because she quickly unzips his pants and pulls out his cock so fast, kissing the head before grabbing him by the base and sucking the tip. Greg tilts his head back and groans as she slowly works on his cock, making sure to moan around him. Even though my dick is throbbing painfully, I still manage to get up and sit next to Greg so I can watch Alyssa fuck him with her deft mouth. I’d expect to feel jealousy, but I don’t. It’s so hot to see her stroking and sucking him as he thrusts his cock further inside her mouth. Adam appears next to Greg and apparently he’s too excited because he’s already touching himself as he watches Alyssa blowing Greg off.

  “Can you choke on it, baby?” Greg asks in a taut whisper.

  Alyssa doesn’t respond; she takes her hand away from his cock and slowly swallows his entire length, making him shudder and forcing a groan from him as we all watch her gag on his cock. When she pops him out of her mouth, there is a web of spit laced between his cock and her bottom lip, making my dick twitch in my pants. A sexy grin spreads on her face as she extends her left hand to Adam’s stiff cock and starts stroking him. She continues to suck on Greg as her right hand wanders to my crotch. Not wanting to waste time, I quickly unbuckle my pants and roll down my boxers to give her access to my throbbing erection.

  “I feel like such a bad girl,” she says as her hand wraps around my cock. “But it feels so good.”

  I groan as her hand slowly moves up and down my shaft. I keep watching her sucking Greg off and she seems to genuinely enjoy it. She moans as he wraps his fingers around her hair and thrusts himself into her mouth, hard, making her gag on his cock.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Greg says as he pulls on her hair. “You like being a dirty whore for us.”

  “I do,” she says breathlessly as she works her hand on my cock faster, making me shiver. “I love it.”

  As much as I love Alyssa’s hand on me, I’m dying to feel her succulent mouth drenching me in wetness. By the way she is fucking Greg with her mouth, I know that she’s great at it. She seems to read my mind because she stops sucking Greg off to move over to me. She looks up at me with a sultry gaze that makes my throat tighten and my cock throb in pure anticipation. She continues to keep her gaze on me as she slowly licks my rigid shaft until she wraps those soft lips around the head of my cock. I run my hand through her soft, silky hair as she starts to bob up and down on my dick as she strokes me at the same time.

  “I’m so turned on,” she says as her right hand wanders down her curvy body. “Can I touch myself?”

  “Of course,” I quickly say.

  Excitement runs through me as I watch her moan and start fingering herself. She must be really wet because I can hear her finger sliding in and out of her wet pussy, making me ache to touch her.

  “Choke on his cock,” Greg growls as he furiously touches himself. “Just like you did with me.”

  I watch her intently as she slowly swallows my rigid length until her mouth reaches the base of my cock. Even though she gags on it once, she has my cock in her throat for a few seconds before she starts throat fucking me so good, making me close my eyes and instinctively thrust my hips upward. She pops me out of her mouth and moans as she furiously flickers her finger against her wet cunt.

  “Fuck, I’m so wet,” she says in a raspy moan. “You taste so good.”

  I open my eyes and groan when I see her lips and chin covered in a mixture of her saliva and my arousal. She surprises me when she lowers her mouth to my balls and softly kisses one before sucking on it. I roughly pull on her hair with my left hand as I begin stroking myself, loving how wet and slippery she left my cock.

  “Dirty girl,” I say as she starts to uncontrollably tremble. “Keep doing that. It feels so good.”

  Alyssa seems to love my words of approval because she sucks on them with more fervor, making me shake, too. I don’t want to come yet, though, because I still want to be inside her and make her come on my cock, so I gently grab her chin and
force her to look up at me.

  “Lie down on the bed, baby,” I say as I stop touching myself.

  She quickly gets up and takes off her clothes, making me grind my teeth when her bare breasts come into full view. Her curvy body is driving me insane, making me want to devour her completely.

  “How would you like three men ravaging you?” Adam asks as he stands up and gets closer to her. “Sucking your tits and eating you out?”

  “I’d come so fast,” she says as she glances at him. “I’d scream.”

  Fully nude, she lies down on the bed and I immediately grab her legs and place them around my shoulders. She gasps as Adam sucks on her neck and Greg goes to the other side to suckle on her taut nipple. I plant a soft kiss on her wet trimmed pussy and moan at how good she smells. She shivers as I slowly savor her taste, trailing my tongue up her wet slit and stopping at her clit, where I gently suck on the sensitive flesh until she moans loudly and grips the back of my head for support.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Adam asks as he lightly slaps her other breast, making her moan even louder. “You like being our fuck toy.”

  “Yes,” she says breathlessly as she digs her fingernails into my hair. “I love being a dirty whore for all of you.”

  My tongue quickens its pace and I lick her voraciously as Adam and Greg suck on her tits, making her writhe and quickly lose control. I can feel and taste her arousal dripping onto my chin and it forces me to suck on her clit again, making her scream. I plunge my tongue back into her slick entrance as she starts riding my face, clearly enjoying the feel of my tongue in her pussy.

  “It feels so fucking good,” she says as she trembles. “Please don’t stop.”

  I look up at her and feel my balls tighten at the sight of her beautiful face in absolute pleasure. She opens her eyes to look down at me and I add my middle finger inside her drenched cunt as I lick her clit with fast, urgent strokes. Her fingers tremble in my hair and her legs shake on my shoulders as a guttural moan escapes her.

  “You’re going to come, aren’t you?” Greg whispers into her ear. “Come on his mouth. Scream as loud as you want.”