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“Go ahead,” Rose says.

“It’s hard to talk about,” Trevor says.

Rose takes his hand in hers and smiles. “You know you can talk to me.”

Trevor looks down. “I have to tell you why I needed to talk to you,”

“Go ahead, sweetie.”

They’re at a table outside a popular Mexican spot near Rose’s work. Trevor called Rose yesterday and asked if he could talk to her about something in person. Rose invited him to lunch. Her treat, she insisted.

“Things with Susanne are going well,” he says.

As I thought. “I’m glad, sweetie. She’s a lucky girl.”

“We’ve got something special,” he says. “A real connection. We’ve also made love.”

Rose’s face lights up. “I repeat, lucky girl! I’m happy for you.”

“Yeah,” he says. “So this part’s tough to say.”

“You and Susanne want to see each other exclusively,” Rose says.

“Yeah. Rose, I’m sorry. I think you’re amazing.”

“No need to apologize. We had a great time together, but this was always a transitional relationship for you.”

“I want to thank you. You did so much for me. You’ve been so kind.”

“It was my honor,” she says. “I’m happy to have helped start you on your sexual journey.”

“My god, Rose.” Trevor’s voice breaks and he chokes back tears. “You’ve given me so much. I don’t know if I can ever make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to, sweetie,” Rose says. “Whatever I’ve done for you, consider it a gift freely given. No obligations incurred.”

“Thanks,” Trevor says. “I was nervous about this conversation.”

“No need to be.”

“Even so.”

“Did you tell her about me?” Rose says.

“Yeah,” he says. “And I told her I was going to break it off.”

Rose leans forward. “Even if one phase of our relationship is ending, our friendship doesn’t need to. If you ever need to talk about anything, I’m here.”

“Thanks, Rose,” he says. “You can’t imagine how glad I am for you.”

“Oh, I can imagine.” Rose leans forward and gives him a short kiss. “I wish you all the luck in the world.”

“You, too, Rose. I’d love it if you could meet Susanne someday.”

“It so happens my friend Eric got an amazing job and he’s moving to California,” Rose says. “I’m having a going-away party for him this Saturday. You and Susanne should come.”

“I’ll ask her,” he says. “But I don’t see why not.”

The waiter arrives with their food.

“Excellent,” Rose says. “Now let’s have a nice lunch.”

***

Rose checks the time.

It’s a quarter past three and the van from Occhiobello is only now pulling into her driveway. Guests are set to start arriving in a half hour. Panic mode.

“Take a breath.” Violet places a hand on Rose’s shoulder. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

“I know.” Rose puts her hand atop Violet’s. They share a warm smile. “I just want it to be a memorable send-off for Eric.”

“I know,” Violet says. “Like everything else you do, it’ll be spectacular.”

“Thanks, Vee.” Rose kisses her. “I told you already, and I’ll say it again. You look amazing.”

Violet shrugs. “You don’t look so shabby yourself.”

The doorbell rings before Rose can respond.

Rose wears a black sleeveless dress she saved for the right occasion. It flatters her plentiful assets and also displays most of her ink.

She’s chosen a dark palette for her makeup and accessories, too. Black lipstick, black onyx earrings, black horn-rimmed glasses, and black rose pendant.

The caterers from Occhiobello set up the food. Rose has gone crazy, spending more than she should. At least it’ll be a send-off to remember.

A charcuterie board, half a dozen hot dishes, and the salads are all laid out. The selection of Italian pastries goes into the fridge.

Rose glances at Violet while it’s being set up. Her red hair is down and she’s wearing a light purple dress with a blue floral pattern. A white sweater is on her shoulders. Rose would like nothing more than to take her in her arms and ravish her with kisses.

The caterers finish with time to spare. Rose double-checks everything. Utensils, wine, beer, napkins. All good.

What else? Rose turns on the fireplace. What about the fire pit? Is the forecast still clear? She checks the weather app.

“Relax,” Violet says, adjusting a vase of flowers on the dining room table. “There’s still no chance of rain.”

“I’m sorry. I need everything to be perfect.”

Violet steps towards her and takes her hand. “Relax. Everything’s going to be great. The social event of the season.”

They kiss. A tender hug follows.

Rose sighs. “I don’t suppose there’s time to go upstairs and have wild lesbian sex before the guests start arriving?”

Violet smirks. “Regrettably, no. At least not without messing up our makeup.”

“I guess we can’t have that,” Rose says. “Some other time?”

Violet smacks Rose’s ass. “Count on it.”

Rose gives Violet another kiss. It’s all part of the casual affection which now exists between them.

Violet’s phone rings. “Shit. Work calling. Have a glass of wine.”

Violet picks istanbul travesti up her phone and walks off. Rose follows her advice and pours herself a small glass of wine.

Eric balked when she suggested this party for him, but she insisted. What was she thinking? Twenty people are invited, mostly Eric’s friends.

A bunch of strangers, but also Violet, Trevor, and Patrick. Trevor’s invite was a whim, and hosting a party without Violet around doesn’t feel right.

The first guests arrive, two friends of Eric’s from college. One’s interested in the view of the bay, the other in the view of Rose. He’s cute and Rose shares a few flirty glances with him.

A cute couple arrives, Eric’s younger brother and his girlfriend. They’re in their early twenties, their eyes wide as they glance around Rose’s home.

Rose hears another car door shut outside. She glances out the window. Patrick.

It didn’t feel right not inviting him. Why is that? She’s not catching feelings for him, is she? Sure, he’s hot and sophisticated. Loving and kind. They vibe sexually, too, on a deep level. But feelings? Out of the question.

He’s the essence of cool casual today. A gray buttoned down shirt and dark blue blazer with jeans and sandals. Not every man, especially one in his late forties, can pull it off but Patrick does easily. Well done, Mr. Bond.

Violet appears at Rose’s elbow. “That’s Patrick, isn’t it?”

Rose nods.

“Wow,” Violet says. “You weren’t kidding, were you? That’s one sexy fucking man.”

“I’m sure he’d love to give you a go sometime,” Rose whispers. “Or the two of us at once.”

“Kick everyone else out,” Violet says. “Tell them all to go home. Party canceled.”

They laugh. Rose gives Violet’s hand a squeeze.

Rose greets Patrick at the door. He hugs her and hands her a bottle of wine. Introductions are made between him and Violet. Rose notices his eyes checking both of them out.

More guests trickle in. A former co-worker of Eric’s. A high school lacrosse teammate he’s stayed in touch with. A tall man with dark hair accompanied by a blonde BBW with a nice pair of tits and beautiful blue eyes. This turns out to be Maria, an ex-girlfriend Eric has remained on good terms with.

People mingle, light jazz playing over Rose’s smart speaker. They sample the hors d’oeuvres laid out on her kitchen island. Oohing and aahing over all the sumptuous treats.

“All credit to Occhiobello,” Rose keeps saying. She’s at the hub of everything, with Violet’s help. Greeting people, taking drink orders. Making introductions.

More guests. Another old friend of Eric’s. A second ex-girlfriend, a gorgeous woman with lustrous black hair and curves in abundance. Eric does love his ladies on the larger side.

A handsome man with a lean, muscled build and dark eyes arrive

“I’m Manuel.” He shakes Rose’s hand. “Eric’s friend.”

“Welcome.” Rose runs her eyes over him. What a good-looking man. “Eric’s mentioned you. I’m so glad to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” His eyes lock upon her. Another fan of the bigger gals, is he? Interesting.

Violet grabs Rose’s elbow a minute later. “Who was the hottie?”

“Eric’s friend. Manuel.”

“Manuel. My goodness.”

“He’s here alone,” Rose says.

“I noticed.”

“Come on.” Rose takes her by the hand. “Let’s introduce you two.”

“I don’t know,” Violet says.

“Too late.”

Rose leads them over to where Manuel is standing admiring the view of the bay. “Manuel, this is my good friend Violet.”

Manuel’s face transforms. It’s subtle, but Rose catches it. The widening of the eyes. The raising of the eyebrows. The way the corners of his mouth curl up. He tries to play it cool, but he’s taken by surprise. He didn’t expect someone like Violet to be here, did he?

Manuel shakes Violet’s hand. Rose watches them look each other over.

Hostess duties continue as more guests arrive. The guest of honor shows up at last. Rose hugs him at the front door, his assembled friends applauding his arrival. He begins the process of going around and saying hello to everyone.

Rose surveys the room. Everyone appears happy. Chatting, eating, drinking.

Patrick is on Rose’s patio talking with Eric’s brother and his girlfriend, wine glasses in all their hands. Another couple stands listening to Patrick. Everyone’s smitten with him, nodding along to whatever he’s telling them. What stories of aviation daring-do is he be regaling them with?

Rose steps out on the porch. She catches Patrick’s eye and they share a smile. Eric’s brother is peppering him with questions about flying.

The doorbell again. It’s Trevor and Susanne. Rose gives Trevor a quick hug and the same for Susanne. Susanne is cute and curvy with pink hair, a nose ring, and nice tits. Rose’s inner bitch is pleased that Susanne’s breasts, while large, are not as big as her own. Still, Susanne is a funky BBW girl after her own heart. Well done, Trevor.

Rose takes the covers off the hot trays and announces dinner is now ready. travesti istanbul People queue up.

Eric is still making the rounds, in his glory among his closest friends. Rose smiles, watching him. He’s happy. So is she, giving him this gift of a party.

Then there’s Violet. She’s abandoned her assistant co-host role to sit talking to Manuel. Sitting close and turned towards each other. Rose catches Violet’s eye and casts her a hopeful grin. Violet gives her a happy smile in return. Way to go, Vee.

Rose glances Patrick’s way again. For a guy who doesn’t know anyone at a party, he’s doing fine. Five people are standing around him laughing. Look at the life of the party!

Rose notices Trevor and Susanne standing nearby. They’re not mingling as easily as Patrick. Poor things. They’re the youngest people here.

Rose approaches them. “How’re you guys doing?.

“Good,” Trevor says. “Did you know the guy over there is a pilot?”

“That’s exciting,” Rose says.

“And that dude’s going to be a TV host,” Trevor says. “You have cool friends, Rose.”

Rose rolls her eyes playfully. “I run with the cool set, I guess, though others would say I’m a giant nerd.”

Trevor notices Susanne’s drink is empty. “I’ll refill your wine.”

He takes her glass and heads for the bar, leaving Rose and Susanne alone.

“Trevor’s told me so much about you,” Rose says.

“And I’ve heard a lot about you, too,” Susanne says. “I’m so glad we got to meet. I love your tattoos.”

“Thanks. I love your hair.” Rose watches Trevor working his way across the room. “He’s pretty special, that one.”

“Don’t I know it.” She gives Rose a sly smile. “In more ways than one. You know what I mean.”

Rose raises an eyebrow. “How could I forget?”

They share a laugh. This one’s a girl after my own heart.

Susanne starts to speak but pauses, as if searching for the right words. “I’m more experienced than Trevor. I was interested in him for months. I knew he was interested in me but, no matter how many signals I gave him, he wouldn’t make a move.”

Rose nods, sipping her drink.

“Then something changed,” Susanne says. “He changed. I have an idea what caused it.”

“What’s that?”

“You,” Susanne says. “You gave him the boost of confidence he needed. Not arrogance. Confidence. Self-esteem.”

My pleasure. “I rather like you, Susanne.”

Trevor returns. “You gotta meet this guy.”

He takes Susanne’s hand and leads her off. Rose watches them, a satisfied feeling in her chest. She’s done well by Trevor, hasn’t she?

***

Eric makes a short speech.

People applaud. Gifts follow. Some are silly, like the “I’m moving to California & shit” coffee mug. Others are thoughtful, like the signed copy of The Dark Knight Returns from Eric’s brother

Rose puts out the pastries afterwards. It’s an old trick Grandma Rose taught her. “Bring out the cake,” she used to say. “And they’ll know the party’s over.”

People start to file out around nine. Rose hugs Trevor and Susanne at the door.

Soon only the core of her friends and lovers and a few others remain. Eric’s brother and his girlfriend linger, but leave by nine-thirty. Patrick, Manuel, Eric, and Violet remain. Rose looks around the room. It occurs to Rose she’s fucked three of the four of them.

Rose pours herself a glass of wine and sits on the couch, kicking off her shoes.

“Good girl,” Violet says. “Relax. We’ll take care of everything.”

They set to work, putting away everything. Cleaning up. Rose watches, sipping wine. Everything is put away, the accustomed order of her home restored.

The men are carrying trays of leftovers out to the fridge in Rose’s garage when Violet sits next to Rose. “I kissed Manuel.”

Rose’s eyebrows shoot up. “When did this occur?”

“Right after Eric got his gifts. We made out in the hall by the bathroom. Holy shit, Rose, he’s incredible. I’d fuck him right now, tonight, if I could.”

“Why don’t you?”

Violet shakes her head. “What? No.”

“I have a guest bedroom,” Rose says.

Violet looks lost in thought. “You don’t think he’ll think less of me?”

“From what Eric tells me, he’s rather open-minded.”

Violet takes a deep breath. “You know, all my dating life I’ve been so fucking cautious. I’ve held guys—and you—at a distance. Afraid to be myself, until you.”

She puts her drink down. “I’m going for it, Rose.”

Rose gives her a long, hot kiss. Plenty of tongue included. “Do it.”

Manuel walks in. “Holy cow, Rose, that’s some car you’ve got out there! It kicks ass.”

“Her name,” she says with mock curtness. “Is Precious Baby.”

Manuel nods. “She’s precious, for sure. Eric and Patrick are out there bonding over her right now.”

“Is that so?” I’d rather they were in here bonding over me.

Violet takes his hand. “Come on. I want to show you something.”

Rose watches them head upstairs. She smiles, proud of herself. First her role in getting Trevor and Susanne together, now this.

Trevor istanbul travestileri described her once as a superhero, hadn’t he? Rose pictures it. Hummingbird Rose, BBW Sex Superhero.

An orange and red costume, perhaps. High black boots and black mask. Cape and long black hair streaming in the wind. An H logo on her chest. Plus the power to fly around and hover like an actual Hummingbird. I like it.

“Wherever horny BBWs and the men who love them happen to be,” she says. “Hummingbird Rose is there. BBW on BBW action, too. Huge tits, giant ass, her weapons! An insatiable sex drive her superpower!”

“What’s all this?” Eric asks as he and Patrick enter.

Rose smiles. “How much of that did you catch?”

“Something about a superpower,” Eric says.

Rose shrugs. “I’ve invented my own superheroine.”

Patrick smiles. “I’d love to meet her.”

You already have, babe.

“Where’s Manuel?” Eric says.

Rose sips her wine nonchalantly. “Upstairs. With Violet.”

Eric’s eyebrows rise. “They were attached at the hip all night. Way to go, Manuel. I hope you don’t mind me saying your friend Violet is hot as hell.”

“Of course she is.” She looks at Patrick. “And I hope you don’t mind me saying the same about Manuel.”

Eric smiles. “Not at all.”

“Why don’t you two pour yourselves another glass of wine and sit.”

Rose waits until they’re seated before she speaks again. “Gentlemen. I think you both had high hopes for the evening. Eric, I don’t want to send you to California without a goodbye present of my own. Patrick, I know you have an overnight bag in your car.”

“How do—”

Rose stops him at a glance.

Patrick smiles. Eric glances at him, then back to Rose.

“This can play out several different ways, boys,” Rose says. “One or both of you can decide you’re not in the mood to fuck and call it a night. I don’t see that as the likeliest scenario.”

The men shake their heads.

Rose has a sip of wine. “As I thought. One option: You can flip a coin to see who goes first, the other waiting your turn while the winner finishes. That has a certain appeal, I’ll admit.”

Rose looks back and forth at them both. “However, you both know I’ve been fucking each of you. If you’d like to do me at the same time, I’m game.”

She smiles at Eric. “I well recall that’s a fantasy of yours. Your dearest fantasy, if I’m correct.”

He nods. “You are.”

Rose sips her wine. “Of course, there’s the original scenario where we all say goodnight and I go to bed.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Patrick says.

“No,” Eric adds.

Rose gives them both a naughty leer. Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen.

“We can both fuck the shit out of you at the same time.” Patrick glances at Eric. “I’m down for it.”

“Me, too,” Eric says. “Yeah.”

Rose puts her glass down and stands.

“Are we sure, gentlemen?”

“I know I am,” Patrick says.

“Me, too,” Eric says.

“Very well.” Rose grins. “If you two are ready, let’s adjourn upstairs.”

***

Rose pauses by the entrance to her bedroom. bedroom. The things it’s seen, especially of late.

She glances down the hall towards the guest bedroom. The door’s closed.

Rose smirks. Violet’s just getting warmed up, probably. After all, Violet likes to take her time. Before long she’ll be nailing Manuel hard. Rose pictures Violet riding him, her big tits bouncing as she moans.

Now there’s an image. But Rose has her own memories to make this evening, doesn’t she? Best get started. Jump right in.

Rose puts her hand on Patrick’s cheek. She kisses him, their lips and tongues getting reacquainted. She keeps it short, breaking it off after only a few seconds. She looks him in the eyes and smiles.

Eric is next. Rose kisses him the same way.

“My two main boys,” she says. “Together at last. Why don’t you gentlemen get comfortable? By which I mean less clothed. I’ll set things up.”

Rose sets the lights on low and pulls her comforter aside. She turns back to Patrick and Eric. They’ve stripped off their shirts and are down to jeans. They gaze at her with lust in their eyes. This is going to be so fucking fun.

Rose puts a hand on each man’s chest. “You both know how to take care of me and what I like. Don’t hold back. But I’d like to add a little twist to tonight.”

The guys glance at each other, then back at Rose.

She rolls her eyes. “Relax, boys. I’m well aware how depressingly straight you both are. I don’t mind. You know I enjoy being the center of attention. I’ve something else much milder in mind.”

Rose opens the drawer and takes out a black silk blindfold. “I bet I could tell you apart even blindfolded. But I want the element of doubt.”

“Do you?” Patrick says.

“I don’t want to know for certain whose hands are grabbing my ass or whose mouth is sucking my tits. Whose cock is in my mouth or fucking my pussy. Do you think you gentlemen can handle making this happen?”

Patrick and Eric nod in unison.

Rose holds up the blindfold. “If one of you would like to do the honors.”

Patrick slips it over her eyes. The world goes black. He ties it behind her, making several loops and tightening it snug but not uncomfortable. He does it with ease, like he knows how to tie a knot.

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