Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Three's Company ❯ Finn's Fantasy ( Chapter 10 )

 

Alice sat in church, letting the sermon wash over her. She had long ago quit listening to what she figured were the egomaniacal ramblings of a hypocritical adulterer. She figured God had done so even before she had, since He'd known about it long time ago. The minister's wife was either unbelievably dense or deliberately obtuse. “Either way…I mean c'mon, really? Does she really believe that every female here needs personal in depth counseling?” She mentally rolled her eyes and thought about her own situation.

Was she still OK in God's eyes? Was she a liar? Not to God or herself. Okay, yeah, her parents, brother and everyone else, but it was for their own protection.

Sort of.

All right, fine! For her own protection too, okay? She glanced upwards to make sure He knew who she was addressing. Satisfied, she put her eyes front. But now, what about the thing with Finn? Just thinking about some of the things they did the other day made her stomach muscles clench and had her shifting in her seat. Okay, so maybe God might be raising an eyebrow about some of that…a lot of that, actually. She glanced sideways at her brother and thought of a conversation with Finn she was pretty sure she'd burn in Hell for…

 

They were sitting on what was fast becoming “their” beach. They'd just finished swimming to clean up, and now Finn was stroking her arms listening, as she was talking.

“I still can't believe your first time was when you were eleven years old. You make me feel slow,” Alice complained mildly. She felt more than heard Finn chuckle.

“Trust me when I say I had a very, um, relaxed upbringing. Quite the opposite of yours, I'm sure.”

Alice rolled her eyes, “Compared to my upbringing, Jesus Christ himself has had a relaxed upbringing!” This time she heard his chuckle and smiled herself. “I know that's an exaggeration, but I swear, not by much.”

“Was it that bad?”

Alice forced herself to be honest. “Truthfully, I suppose not. It could've been much worse. I've seen in the news in the papers where it's been worse, so, no, it wasn't that bad.” She sighed, “I know they love me it's just sometimes it feels like I'm…” She struggled for a word that fit, “confined.” It was the best word she could come up with.

“Trapped,” he said softly. Something in his voice made Alice want to turn around and look at his expression, but she didn't. Instead, she silently agreed with him. That silence seemed to stretch and grow while each of them mulled on their own thoughts.

Finally Alice released a loud and exasperated breath. “Ugh! This is ridiculous! We need to quit dwelling on crap we can't change!”

“Why don't you just say, `shit', Alice?” At least there was some humor in his voice again. She pinched his hand, ignored his `ow' as well as his snorts of laughter when she stated she wasn't as vulgar as some people.

“Speaking of vulgar, I have an idea! Tell me your wickedest fantasy!”

“Is there such a word as wickedest? Ow! I'm going to start pinching you in a moment!” He threatened and bit her ear, knowing what it would do to her.

Alice felt that melting heat between her legs and ruthlessly pushed it back. Now that she'd thought if it, she really wanted to know.

“C'mon, tell me please?”

He was silent for a moment. “I'm afraid it'll offend you.”

“Pshh,” Alice scoffed, “if your head between my legs doesn't offend me, I don't think anything will,” she said determinedly. But still, she blushed a bit saying it.

Finn chuckled again—he seemed to do that a lot around her and shifted a bit as he thought.

“Hurry up!” She demanded.

“Calm down! Are you sure you want my wickedest fantasy?” At her nod, he continued, “I dream of you a lot, Alice, do you know that?” She shook her head. “Not that I ever remember them fully,” he explained, “but I know for a fact that they are not hearts and flowers dreams. Those kinds of dreams wouldn't leave a man with a raging hard-on,” he stated matter of factly. Alice tried to comment but nothing came out but a squeaking sound.

Finn continued, “So then I have to do something to take the `edge off', you know? I've got this painful boner and I've got to do something to finish it, and thoughts of you with your legs wrapped around me moaning, usually do it for me. However,” one of his hands moved up to cup her breast, “my favorite position to fuck you, in my fantasies that is, is on your hands and knees, or with your hands braced on the backboard. Either way, I'm taking you from behind.” He shifted and licked her ear, “You have a lovely ass, Liss-love, and that's not just from my fantasies.”

Alice released a shuddering breath. The heat between her legs had become a flame that she was in no shape to put out. “That's—” her voice broke. She cleared her throat and tried again. “That's not so wicked.”

“I'm not nearly done yet.” No he wasn't, not if the way his other hand was inching up her thigh had anything to do with it.

“Pretty soon I started adding people—”

“A ménage-a-trois?!” It came out as a squeal. She cleared her throat, “Um, w-was it with another girl?”

“That would be such a cliché. No, the third is definitely a guy.” Well, now this could get interesting, Alice thought and spread her legs a little wider for easier access. “But before you get your little `yaoi' hopes up, he's not doing me…he's doing you!” Finn stated rather smugly.

Alice choked. What the hell…?! “I d-don't think I could do that, Finn, uh, not with someone else.” Her brain was rebelling, but her body was on fire.

“Oh, yes you could, Alice, darling. He'd be so deep inside you—I'd tell him to go slowly so I could see him move in and out of you. Ah damn, I'd be so goddamn turned on, I'd barely be able to breath. You, Alice, you would be moaning so, I'd have to give your mouth something to suck on so you wouldn't disturb the neighbors.” His voice was starting to get hoarse and Alice shivered in response. A blowjob? She wasn't sure if she was ready to do that either, but it was a damn sexy thought, especially with Finn.

“Finally, your mouth sucking my cock get's me so hard, I know I'm not going to be able to hold it back—I'm going to cum any minute now and I look at you two, and I can see that you both are pretty close as well. So I go around to the other end of the both of you, and from here, I can see him pumping into you—and he's pumping hard, begging me to let him go faster. Actually you both want him to go faster, but I say no, because I'm looking at my options.”

Options? What the hell is he talking about, `options'? Alice's brain was feverish due to Finn's magic fingers and that question came and went as he did something that made her hips jump and her fingers clench on his legs.

”I can see him pumping into you and your juices are flowing down, dripping over your asshole. His ass, which is as lovely as yours, is also inviting me to enter. Or maybe I should just join him where he is.”

“Finn!” She gasped slightly shocked, “That's not even possible!”

“Oh indeed it is my lovely innocent. It just takes a lot of practice—a lot of practice. And maybe that's why I choose the second option; so you can watch me fuck a man, as well as feel it at the same time.”

“Finn!”

“I don't just enter him, because it's his first time getting fucked by a man, so I bend over and begin to lubricate his asshole with my tongue.” Alice couldn't help the moan that slipped from her lips. “Yeah, he does that too and tries to get me to stop because he's right on the edge and wants us all to cum at the same time. I tell him I don't want to hurt him and he yells at me—you both do, to just fuck him goddamn it. So I do, and damn! Alice, his hole's so tight; it just sucks me in and we both look down at you and you're smiling at both of us and say `don't just lay there, do something' and we do.” He paused and quickly positioned them so not only could he reach her, but so Alice could reach him, which she did as soon as she was able.

He was already leaking and she took her forefinger and spread it around the head of his cock until it was covered completely. Then she began stroking, trying not keep it smooth and even, which wasn't easy when she doubted she could count to two. “Finish the fantasy goddamn it! Finn!” She whined when he hesitated.

“I love it when you curse.” He kissed her again. “Alice, do you know how erotic it is to watch you move every time I shove my cock up his ass? I'm fucking him so hard you're sliding across the table.”

Table?! The hell…?

“So you let go of him and just grab the edge of the table to keep from falling off and we're fucking you—the both of us and you scream and I make him describe your climax to me and he does, but now it's our turn.

“Neither one of us wants to give in; it's turned into a battle to see who's gonna cum first. Now, he's gripping the table edge because I'm ramming him into the table. You are lying there demanding that one of us describes what it feels like. He does so and the sound of his voice and what he says turns you on and you start moving again. Dammit, Alice!” She wasn't sure if that was part of the fantasy or because of what she'd just done to his dick.

“You're moving and moaning and I grab one of your tits and tell him to lick it. He does that and then some. And you scream that you're cumming, so I thrust harder into him. I finally hit the spot I've been aiming for and I can feel him stiffen up and his asshole grips my cock so damn tight…I know he's done for too. This is good, because I wasn't able to hold out any longer either. I shove into him two more times and he yells out your name which makes me cum. Fuck it!” He moved over her causing her eyes to widen and protest silently.

He pulled up his boxers and eased between her legs. “Dry humping of a sort, Alice. Please!” He only gave her a split second to respond before he was there, between her legs.

She had no underwear on (normal, now, when she was with Finn) and her dress was bunched around her waist. She could feel him even though the cotton of his boxers was between them.

Then he began to move and…and…

Alice wrapped her legs around his waist in an effort to get him closer. Somewhere a tiny smidgen of sanity was clinging on telling her this was dangerous because the closer she was looking for involved him inside her. She silently told sanity to go to hell and arched against him every time he thrust.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Finn tensed in a way that she realized meant that he'd cum.

Noooooo! Her brain and body both screamed because they were nowhere near done yet—at least she wasn't! He tried to move, but she kept her legs wrapped around him, trapping him.

“It's okay, Alice. Trust me.” She released him and his hand went to the place she so desperately needed it to. Still…

“Fantasy…not…that…wicked,” she panted, eyes closed.

“One more thing you need to know,” he breathed into her ear, “is who I've been envisioning as the other guy in our three-some.” She opened her eyes and waited. He leaned closer to her ear and bit it as he told her.

“Your brother, Adam.”

She came with a scream.

 

“Are you sleeping?”

Alice jumped so hard she kicked the pew in front of her and lifted out of her seat a good four inches. “What? What?” She had to tone down the second `what' after the people in front of her glared at her, either for the pew-kicking or the noise. She passed the glare on to Adam who was grinning widely. She narrowed her gaze to make sure he understood that his life expectancy was shortened. There was no way her father didn't notice this, which meant a lecture on the way home, at home and probably a couple times during the week. She'd make sure he'd suffer with her.

He leaned back over to her, “Sorry. Not that I'd blame you if you had been, but your eyes were open.” He moved a little closer and turned sideways just a bit. “If you want to lean on me, you can. Hopefully the ol' windbag is almost done.” She smiled and shook her head no thanks. He shrugged, but stayed in that position giving her a good view of his back.

His wide, strong back.

His wide, strong back that her hands were itching to touch.

She sat on her hands and looked morosely at the still preaching philanderer.

At least she'd recognize someone when she got to hell.