Stranger Rhapsody

Who's Going First?

WRITER'S NOTE: I won't bore everyone with a long, drawn out intro of how I meet the two young acting studs. Make up your own conclusions. Maybe I meet them at ComicCon, a bar, a movie premiere, an entertainment awards show, who cares.....doesn't matter. All I know is that I am going to f*** both of them cross-eyed tonight.

I toss my hotel room card key onto the table then my clutch purse onto the bed while kicking my shoes off.

"OK boys, who's going first?" I purr at both Joe and Ben, both standing and staring at me as the hotel room slams behind them.

I'm a horny cougar, a MILF, whatever you want to call me, with two cubs ready to pounce on me. Their fantasy fuck dream come true. The point is, I was old enough to drive a car when Ben was born in 1991 and a junior in high school when Joe was born in 1992. Ben played a musician, Queen drummer Roger Taylor in "Bohemian Rhapsody," last year while Joe really IS a musician in a retro psychedelic band called Post Animal.

Both are hot as hell, with their sparkling eyes and crooked sly smiles. Ben's angelic with his dirty blonde hair, neatly combed somewhat off to the side while his baby blue eyes melt my heart. Joe has more of the dangerous Elvis-esque look going on, with his poofy brunette coiffe and charming brown eyes. Roger Taylor and Steve Harrington are standing in this hotel room, staring at me in my white lace blouse, flower print mini skirt and black high heels that I have just kicked off.

"Well?" I asked turning around to face both of them.

"Uh.....hey man why don't you go first," Joe smiles at Ben. "I mean, you were Roger Fucking Taylor in Bo Rap...."

"Yeah, but you're on 'Stranger Things'..." Ben argues back, grinning.

They banter back and forth for a few seconds, being overly polite to one another. I grow impatient.

"Boys," I say, clapping my hands and reaching for the clutch purse to pull out a quarter.

"Somebody calls heads, the other gets tails...." I declare.

"Oh we're both getting tail tonight," Joe smirks and Ben follows suit, laughing. I smirk and fling the quarter into the air.

"Heads!" Ben yells out. The coin lands on the carpet, tails up. Joe goes first. But that doesn't mean Ben has to leave the room. I have other plans.

"All right Joe.....you're up first...." I purr, sliding onto the bed as both guys continue to stare at me. "But Ben I want you to stay right here too. In fact why don't you take a seat in the chair over there."

I motion to the comfortable recliner in the corner of the hotel room. Ben smiles and kicks his shoes off. Joe follows suit while sliding onto the bed next to me. I've already taken off my bracelets and earrings and placed them on the nightstand.

"Uh....did you come prepared?" Joe slyly asks. I know exactly what he's talking about.

"Of course," I smile at him then glance across the room at Ben too. My clutch purse contains the essential provisions: four Trojan condoms and a small travel size tube of K-Y along with personal hygiene wipes for post-coital cleanup. I've already grabbed a couple of washcloths and bath towels from the bathroom because I just know it's going to get messy.