Life Is Strange Ch. 2 - Sex Stories

Life Is Strange Ch. 2

... that it’s all of us or none of us. Does that work for you?”

She pressed up against me and kissed my lips. “Are you sure? I don’t need to be with him. I just want to."

“That’s why I think you should do it if you want. You're not looking for romance. You're looking for some good sex, and I’m okay with that. I’m just not comfortable sending you off alone with him at this point. Plus, I really want to fuck you myself.”

She grinned. “Whenever you want.”

I felt her shiver as she bit her lip. “Okay, let’s do this. Kim, you're coming with me.”

She grabbed Kim’s hand, and the two of them walked away. Within a few minutes, they were back, with Zach walking between them. I wasn’t surprised in the least. He would have had to be the world’s biggest idiot to turn down Kim and either one of them. Both were too much temptation to resist. We gave him our address in case we got separated and took off for home.

Zach knocked on the door half an hour after the rest of us had arrived. I was beginning to think that he’d gotten cold feet. I answered the door, and he greeted me with a smile. “I picked up a few things on the way. Mind giving me a hand?”

I followed him to his car, which happened to be a 71’ Chevelle resto-mod. I instantly fell in love with that car. “Holy shit, Zach! This car is awesome!”

He grinned. “Yeh, she’s pretty cool. It took me three years to build her. It was a body-off restoration. It has a rigid full frame with four-link suspension and an LS motor ...

... pushing eight hundred horses on pump gas.”

I had never seen a finer car in my life. It was perfection. The box pushing against my chest brought my attention back to the task at hand. Zach had just handed me a case of wine. Then he stacked some other stuff on top. He loaded up his own arms, and we made our way to the house.

Three shocked people scrambled to help us sort things out. Zach had a mix of red and white wines, cheeses, fresh fruit, some other stuff I hadn’t figured out yet, and vegetables. He set about cutting up the vegetables in perfectly bite-sized chunks so rapidly I was stunned he had any fingers left. Before we knew it, he’d assembled an assortment of hand foods, poured glasses of very good wine, and served us.

I held my glass up in a toast. “To Zach. Color me impressed.”

Bob was shaking his head. “Dude, this is awesome. Thank you very much. You sure do rock a chef’s knife.”

Zach chuckled. “I wouldn’t usually work that fast with a strange knife, but Dave’s are excellent quality, and I could tell he takes care of them. It’s all about the knife and practice.”

Looking back on it, the situation was bizarre. We had invited a handsome younger guy home to have sex with my wife, and I had to assume Bob’s wife as well. Instead of wild sex, Bob and I wanted the guy’s life history. I was very curious about his story.

It turns out that Zach owns three signature restaurants and a catering business. I recognized the names of all three, although Dawn and I ...