The Stars in the Sky

Bonus Chapter #1: Will's "Back Story"

Author's Note

So it has been suggested to me, on numerous occasions, by the rabble-rouser @maxinedonner that I needed to describe, in detail, Will's threesomes that he mentioned when Marie gets him drunk on tequila. Or at least one of the threesomes.

I was a little hesitant because I did not want to take away from his love for Marie by describing sex with someone else. Or two someones. He and Marie are two stars in the sky, meant for each other. What they did before they got together doesn't matter.

But @maxinedonner wants her porn, I mean back story, so here you go: a twenty-three year old Will's first threesome.

This is just erotica.

Don't read it if you can't imagine him being with anyone other than Marie. Don't read it if you can't handle sex with a guy and two girls. And I suppose I should put in the warning that it is obviously mature content, but the whole book is, so why start now?

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Eleven years earlier

Santa Maria, California

"MGD," I told the bartender, a tough broad. She leaned over the bar in a pink v-neck t-shirt that showed too much of her tan, wrinkled, sagging jugs. Her hair was overly bleached blonde and looked like it would fall out of her head if you touched it.

She was nice to me, though, calling me "hun," and making sure I didn't have to wait too long for a beer. I was on beer number two and it was still early.

Slapping down a coaster, she took off the cap of the bottle and handed it to me.

I took a pull, my back to the counter, and surveyed the crowd, hooking a heel of my boot to the rung towards the bottom of the bar.

The dive was playing Brooks and Dunn, which was always a good sign. I hated it when they played some of this other, newer country shit that was coming out. Garth Brooks started it, and he's okay, but I'm more of a traditional guy. George Strait. This new shit's not real country, with any real emotion; it's just manufactured pop. Makes me disgusted.

To my right, sitting at the bar stools, was a big bear of a guy with a beard and a gut barely covered by his Harley t-shirt, and his woman, prettier than he deserved, both drinking whiskey and laughing. To my left, an older, skinny cowboy, clothes hanging off of his frame, sitting alone nursing a Coors. There were plenty of people here tonight, Friday night, after work, wanting to blow off some steam: College students, ranchers, farmers, and country folk.

I sure needed to cut loose. It was a long week of water pumps going out on the ranch, cattle getting loose, fences needing fixing, and my ma having an episode. I needed a release and I needed it now. The beer helped. But, no way around it, I needed to get laid and my hand wasn't going to do the job.

As I drank my beer, a big group of college girls walked in, followed by a couple of cowgirls, who looked older than me, but not by much. One was a blonde, with long, wavy hair and a pretty face. The other was a sultry Latina, all curves, in a tiny jean skirt and white boots. They stopped as they walked in, the blonde turning to whisper something in the Latina's ear. She wore Rocky Mountain jeans, the high waisted, not fashionable kind, but I love 'em because there's no back pockets so there's nothing to obscure the view of pure ass. They were definite prospects.

But which one?

They came over to the bar and sidled up next to me, the blonde ordering a Bud Light and the Latina a Jack and Coke. I raised an eyebrow to the blonde, who giggled and said, "Hi, I'm Patty. This is Luz. What's your name?"