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Running Down a Dream
by AchtungNight
Standard disclaimer- This story is a satirical fantasy. This story is fictional, even though its plot and characters are based on real events and people. All characters based on real people are idealized. All celebrities in the story are impersonated- poorly. I the author have no actual connection to any celebrity mentioned in this story other than being their fan and I acknowledge that they do not act in real life the way my characters based on them do. This story was not written for financial profit and I expect none from it. This story contains controversial adult themes and situations, so it should not be read by those who are close-minded or under age 18.
Intro:This story was done by request. It was a fantasy a friend tried to achieve but did not. In reality, she never saw the guy in the race with her. In this fictional story, things happen a little different. My friend's character is used with her permission but some personal details have been changed or idealized. This tale also resolves a few differences between my fictional universe and reality. My story 'Rekindled' is a prequel but neither it nor any other story is required to fully understand this one. Thanks to my editor- any mistakes not caught by that person are my responsibility. Feedback appreciated. Enjoy!
New York City, USA. November 2008.
Like her quarry, she was a running fool.
Angie Messina had completed thirty-three different marathons in her thirty years of life so far. She liked to run at least three marathons a year and train hard the rest of the time. Every morning she ran at least five miles. On Saturdays and Sundays she ran at least ten. The only exceptions were rare scheduled days of rest. She frequently took part in 5Ks, 10Ks, half-marathons and other races preparing for the marathons that were her objectives. Angie had been doing this since high school. If you were to call her a fitness enthusiast, you would be right.
She did not run for exercise, although that was a side benefit. She ran to challenge herself instead. Before she died, Angie wanted to finish every major marathon on Earth she could. When she got too old to run anymore she would publish her memoirs and donate the proceeds to charity. She believed others would surely be inspired by this. Thus Angie left her native Texas three times a year to complete marathons all over the world.
Angie had run marathons in Dallas, Chicago, San Francisco, London, Rome and many other places. If a city had a marathon she wanted to run it. The Austin marathon was her first and thirty-two others had followed in the twelve years afterwards. She liked to alternate between a race inside the United States and one outside. Her last race had been in Mexico City and the one before that in Seattle. Today Angie was running in New York.
Several thousand other people ran around her, huffing and puffing. Millions more cheered on the sidelines, shouting names and passing water or Gatorade to runners who got close. As always, the presence of these other runners and spectators kept the route of the race clear in Angie's head. It did not matter that Angie had never run it before. She had been delaying participation for a special moment. This year had been that time.
"Shake that tail, baby!" a man with a Brooklyn accent called out.
Angie ignored him. For all she knew, he wasn't yelling at her. She could not let herself be distracted.
It would be cool if he was watching me though, Angie thought. Her running kept her body tanned and toned. Her breasts were small, her legs long and firm, and her hips slim. Her body was accented well by her white "I Heart New York City" t-shirt and blue shorts. Her hawk-featured face and doe brown eyes showed the best of Tejano heritage. Long black hair spread out behind her in a loose ponytail, bobbing as she ran. Every inch of her body was exuding sweat yet nonetheless she looked determined. Her heart pumped as she let out pant after pant.
Yes, Angie Messina was a vision. The same could be said of most anyone else in the race, though. Looking around, she could spot thirty or more people in the immediate area that looked just as good as she.
Running on... the voice of Jackson Browne sang from her I-Pod. Running on, empty ... Running on ... Running blind...
A smile touched Angie's lips at the song. Her I-Pod was set to her marathon mix and had been playing random tunes from it for the past three and three quarter hours. Most of the songs were about running and all of them were chosen to keep her focused and alive. Not every song had "run" in the title but most did. The Jackson Browne tune playing at the moment was one of Angie's favorites. The mix also included "I Run for Life" by Melissa Etheridge, "Running down a Dream" by Tom Petty and "Run" by Fefe Dobson. Angie let these songs and the others echo in her mind as her body moved.
The race is almost over now, she told herself. I've been through all five of New York City's boroughs, crossed five bridges and passed many landmarks. A minute or so ago I ran through Columbus Circle and for the second time entered Central Park. At my current pace I should finish just shy of four hours even. Not bad. I'm not a speed demon by any means, I'm more about endurance. I run for completion, not for a win.
Come on, Angie ordered her body, feeling it start to falter. You can finish this. Once you complete this race you will have done all five World Marathon Majors. You did the Marine Corps Marathon in Arlington, Virginia two years ago and the Great Wall of China Marathon three years before that. Both were more difficult than this race. Keep your chin up. Come on!
She looked around her as she ran, eyes open for a certain co-participant. Angie knew this would be her last chance to see him. Everybody around her was speeding up now, second winds kicking in as they approached the finish line. Faces dashed past her and she was forced to push herself harder to keep up. Where is he? Angie wondered. Where is my beloved famous man?
Celebrities frequently took part in the New York Marathon for challenge and charity. Several Olympians competed each year along with one or more entertainers. Puff Daddy, Katie Holmes and Lance Armstrong were just a few of the famous entrants. Another celebrity runner, David Lee Roth of the band Van Halen, was singing in Angie's ears right now. None of these was the person on her mind though.
"Ryan," she whispered as she sprinted across the Sheep Meadow. "Ryan. Must ... find ... Ryan!"
Ryan Reynolds was Angie's favorite actor. His TV show "Two Guys and a Girl" had entertained her all through college and his films such as "Van Wilder" and the upcoming "Wolverine" had taken over afterwards. Ryan was a hunky veteran of comedy and action and Angie enjoyed watching him in both. When she heard that he was running the New York Marathon this year, she knew it was her year to run too. Ryan's participation had been heavily hyped, aided by his confession to the press that he was a "running joke" and also his elopement with an A-list Hollywood star the day before the race.
I will meet him in this race, Angie prayed. I will say hi to him and exchange smiles with him as we cross the finish line together. I'm running for Parkinson's disease research just like him. He will be pleased when he learns this and fall in love with me at first sight. Ryan will leave his wife, actress Scarlett Johansson, and marry me!
Okay, maybe he won't do that last thing, but I can dream, right? I know it's a dumb idea. It will probably never happen with the nature of random chance and all these runners. Finishing the race is more important anyway. I want it to happen, though. Please, just let me see him! I'll never meet him otherwise, I know it. Please!
The finish line at Tavern on the Green came into sight. Angie shook her head in frustration and keyed a button on her I-Pod. The instrumental version of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home" replaced David Lee Roth at once. This tune had been carefully chosen for Angie's final dash. It was the triumphant theme music from her favorite movie set in New York City, "Die Hard with a Vengeance". Throughout history people had used it to propel themselves towards glory in the arts, athletics and war. Angie grinned and set her jaw, upping her pace as the tune's horns broadcast their chords.
Boom ba da ba da, boom ba da ba da, ba dum, ba dum ... Boom ba da ba da, boom ba da ba da, ba dum, ba dum...
Oh my God! Her mouth fell open as the music hit a crescendo. There he is!
A tall and fresh-faced man was just ahead of her, the other participants parting to give him room. Runner's etiquette always applied in marathons, double when it came to celebrities. Ryan Reynolds's brown hair and muscular physique were drenched in sweat and so were his white t-shirt and red shorts. A large tag bearing his name and charity on the back of his shirt identified him to the crowd.
Several other runners who had recognized him were forming a loose perimeter about their icon just in case something happened. Angie could tell they were only fans, though, not security. None were watching the area or crowds, so they all had to be athletes like her. They didn't even blink as Angie moved through their ranks.
Ryan wheezed and looked at her as she came alongside him. His eyes lit up and he gave Angie an approving smile. Angie nodded back. Then she heard someone cheering Ryan's name and felt jealousy creep across her spine.
"Ryan!" a voluptuous blonde woman in a black blouse and jeans was jumping up and down and screaming amongst the crowd. "Over here! Ryan!"
"Hey, Scarlett!" Ryan shouted and waved in reply.
Damn you Scarlett Johansson, Angie thought, glaring at the blonde. Why did Ryan have to marry you? Sure you're the idol of millions in beauty and career. Sure you have lots of hit movies under your belt including "Match Point", "Lost in Translation" and "The Spirit", which I'm looking forward to seeing this Christmas. Your fame doesn't matter though. Nor does the body you have which I will never have. Ryan loves me, darn it! He could if he would just look at me! Turn around! Ryan!
"Ryan!"
Yelling his name, Angie turned and leapt into Ryan just as they both crossed the finish line. His arms went up as he came to a stop and hit the ground. Angie's tackle had struck him in the waist. She gasped and cursed as she saw Ryan's forehead impact on the pavement. Scarlett was staring at them from the crowd, her jaw and eyes wide as her bodyguards kept the other spectators back from her.
"Thirty-four," Angie mumbled, lying on the concrete beside Ryan as she watched him slump unconscious. Just like the original marathoner, Angie thought. She could feel her own twisted ankle and skinned knee. Thirty-four marathons, she reflected, and now her first injury. Shit!
Then a karate chop walloped the back of her neck and she knew no more.
Boom ba da ba da ba dum!
Beep! Beep!
Angie opened her eyes and stared at the hospital monitor machine. Its sharp tone had intruded on her dreams and awakened her. She looked around and exhaled. She was in a hospital room lying in a bed with her left arm and right leg in restraints and bandages all over her body. The last thing she could remember was the final chords of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home" pounding in her head as something hard struck her and several more impacts followed afterwards. It was unclear to Angie how long she had been out.
A petite brunette angel of a woman dressed in a white coat slipped into the room. Her features showed a mix of Irish and Italian ancestry. Angie blinked in surprised recognition and Dr. Contessa Winfield's halo disappeared.
"Good morning," the physician greeted her. "Do you know me?"
Angie grinned and nodded. "Hi, Tess."
The doctor was a friend of Angie's, one of several who had cheered her on from amongst the crowd during the race. They had first met five years ago when Angie did some building design work for her ex-boyfriend, Tess's employer Doug Ramsay.
Angie was a Dallas architect and University of Texas teaching assistant when she wasn't running. Doug Ramsay was a former Austin area law enforcement officer whom Angie had first met in college. They had dated for a brief time and broken up shortly after graduation. Then he became a cop and saved twenty-nine bank robbery hostages with negotiation and a single gunshot, winning a Medal of Valor. Doug retired nine months after that and opened his own London nightclub, "Inside Out". Angie was one of several contractors who helped him design the place.
Doug was the one who told me Ryan Reynolds would be taking part in the New York Marathon this year, Angie recalled. He sponsored me in the race, pledging twenty thousand dollars to charity as I requested. He couldn't come cheer me on himself, but he did send Tess and a few other friends. I'm glad she's here.
"Hi," Tess said. She moved over Angie, checking her temperature and other vitals. Angie responded as the doctor asked her for her name, her mother's, and that of the current United States President. "Barack Obama," Tess corrected the latter answer. "At least he will be President in two months after the current term ends."
Angie blinked. "I've been unconscious for several days?"
"Three days," Tess replied. "If you ask me, you probably needed the rest. I know how much you exert yourself."
Angie sighed, looking over her injuries. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?" Tess showed her a copy of the New York Post. "Race Riot!" proclaimed the headline. Angie gaped, seeing a photo of her tackling Ryan Reynolds under the words. She read the article as Tess held it up to her face.
"This is all wrong!" Angie said, shaking her head. "I don't look anything like Alanis!"
"Yes, you do, Angie. You better be happy you do. Several of that singer's fans pulled Ryan Reynolds's impromptu rescuers off you seconds after you knocked him out and the runners near him began pummeling you. If Alanis fans hadn't been there amongst the crowd and mistook you for Ryan's former fiancée, you might be dead now."
Angie read the article further. Alanis Morissette was a rock star who was once engaged to Ryan Reynolds. Their relationship had lasted four years and enjoyed a lot of media exposure. Angie resembled Alanis slightly and she supposed Tess was right: that had saved her life. Tess flipped the page at her prompting cough and Angie read on.
"So I'm not in jail?"
"Nope. I told Ryan about you and he agreed not to press charges. The charities are still getting money from both of your efforts since you were over the finish line when you fell."
Angie stopped reading, looking up at the physician. "Did you just meet Ryan at the race or... ?"
"No," Tess interrupted. "He's one of the famous folk who visits Doug's club on a regular basis. I've given him a physical many times."
Doug has always been surrounded by celebrity, Angie recalled. He was the adopted child of diplomats and a bestselling fiction writer. He used that background and his police medal to win a date with legendary softball pitcher Cat Osterman. Now he ran a nightclub that was also a semi-secret international swingers' haven. Tess was in charge of the clinic there. Why hadn't either of them ever told Angie Ryan was a member before?
"I pulled some strings to be put in charge of your treatment here at St. Vincent's," Tess filled her in further. "It helped that most of the other doctors in New York are very angry at you right now and I did my residency here. You have a twisted ankle, a skinned knee, a sprained arm and a few other injuries. There's nothing serious besides the bump on the head that put you down. Nobody else was critically injured in the riot you caused either. There are a lot of reporters, runners, and other people who want to meet you. Asher and a few of our other comrades have been helping me keep them at bay."
Angie nodded at the name of Tess's companion Asher Stravjan, a Polish janitor and former soldier. "Is Doug here?"
"He arrived yesterday. As you can imagine, he's upset with you. The same is true for a lot of people. Talk show hosts are arguing over whether you should be called a stalker or just an insane fan."
"We're all a little insane!" Angie snapped. She took a breath, recovering herself. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I saw Ryan and I heard that bitch cheering his name..."
Tess cut her off. "Scarlett Johansson is not a bitch. She and Ryan are paying for your stay here. This hospital doesn't work for free and neither do I. Scarlett has been my patient longer than her husband. I know her quite well." Tess leaned down and kissed Angie on the forehead to emphasize her words.
"What?" Tess asked the shocked Angie when she pulled away. "Did you forget I lead the doctors who treat Inside Out's clients? Did you think I wouldn't indulge with others the way I did with you?"
Angie blinked. She liked to date both men and women, though she preferred the former. Tess had enjoyed an on-again off-again relationship with Angie since the day they met. She was reminding Angie of that now.
"Jesus Christ!" Angie cursed, realizing what else she was saying. "I didn't know you..." She stammered, unable to form words.
"I like to get close to my patients," Tess said, "especially celebrity couples where the wife goes both ways. I've been with both Scarlett and Ryan many times."
"You never told me!" Angie was hysterical.
"Quiet yourself, Angelina. I'm authorized to tell you now by Doug, Ryan and Scarlett." Tess kissed her forehead again. "This was Doug's idea. He thought your stunt at the race might create a good opportunity for you. Call it his sense of humor."
A cough came from the doorway before Angie could answer. She looked and saw Ryan Reynolds standing there with Scarlett Johansson just behind. Both celebrities wore dark suits now. The wizened albino figure of Asher Stravjan was holding the door open for them. All three were sending smiles at Angie, their faces bemused.
"We heard you were awake," Ryan spoke first. "Doug called us." He held up a gigantic get-well card with several dozen signatures. The names of Paula Radcliffe and the other two women who had won the 2008 New York Marathon competition were at the top beside Scarlett and Ryan's names. The signature of the noted actor and Parkinson's disease victim Michael J. Fox was nearby.
"Scarlett and I have been going around getting these," said Ryan. "We're trying to get people to calm down about what you did to me. It's not working that well, but..." Ryan trailed off and shrugged.
"Hello," Scarlett said, stepping around Ryan and towards Angie's bedside. "I think you know who we are already. May I have your name please?"
The slim brunette quivered under the voluptuous blonde's sharp gaze. "Angelina Patricia Graciela Messina," she answered after pausing. "People call me Angie."
"Angie," Scarlett repeated. "Okay. Exactly what are your intentions regarding my husband, Angie?"
Angie frowned, not sure how to answer. Asher flashed something at her in sign language over Scarlett's shoulder and she nodded in thanks.
"I love your husband," Angie said. "I've been in love with him for years. It's a dumb crush, something I never thought I'd get to go anywhere. Then I saw him in the race and you made me jealous and ... here we are." She waved her hand in response to another of Asher's signs.
Ryan nodded. "People have been telling us a lot about you. Scarlett and I like most of what we've heard. Are your feelings towards me something you can put aside easily?"
Angie grimaced again. She could see the way Ryan looked at Scarlett and vice versa. They were fully into each other, she realized now. Rats. Oh well, I never had a chance anyway.
"I think so," she answered her favorite actor. "I don't want my feelings to be easily forgotten, but they are. I'm sorry for what I did to you." The mute Asher flashed her some additional gestures. "If I can make it up to you, just tell me what to do."
"There is one thing," Ryan said, his grin widening. "You won't be able to do it until you get back on your feet, but I don't think you'll have any problem with it. Scarlett, why don't you tell this nice lady about the night before our wedding?"
Angie raised her eyebrows as Scarlett laughed and told the story of how one of her past lesbian lovers had come back into her life on Halloween and motivated her to elope with Ryan the next day.
"Ryan joined us as soon as I made the offer," Scarlett finished. "He was a little shocked the morning after we all woke up tangled together, though. To calm him down, I agreed to move up our wedding to that very day." She held up her ring. "It's an open relationship, as you've probably guessed by now. We'd like to add you to our ranks of outside friends, if you don't mind."
"Really?" Angie was almost speechless.
"Yes, really," Ryan said. "I think it's the only way to keep you from someday tackling me again."
"You're also quite beautiful," added Scarlett. She patted Angie's hand and looked directly into her eyes.
"Um..." Angie answered, still shocked. Then she took a breath and regained control of her emotions. There was only one possible answer. "Sure! I'd love to be friends with you guys. That is, if you really think you can trust me."
"We look forward to killing you if we can't," Ryan replied in half jest. Angie was too delighted to react to his words. She merely nodded and looked at Tess.
"When can I get out of here?"
"Soon," the physician said, directing a pleased smile towards Asher. Tess then let Ryan and Scarlett both kiss Angie on the lips before ushering them out of the room so her patient could rest.
Several days later, Angie left the hospital. Her injuries were healed enough for her to move again, although serious exertion like the running she used to do was still a month or so away.
I will have to build myself back up, Angie told herself. It shouldn't be too difficult. Asher and Tess have given me a very good therapy schedule. The press has backed off now too. I made brief public statements that I was sorry for tackling Ryan and they decided to leave me alone. I guess the election and other concerns are more important to them now.
Ryan and Scarlett's offer was still foremost in Angie's mind. They had sent her flowers a few times during her recovery and also stopped by to see her again on multiple occasions. Angie felt like she knew them now and was ready to be something more to them than a fan. She still harbored some jealousy towards Scarlett but they had become friends. The ironic fact that the man of her dreams might have a beautiful wife who was also bisexual had never before crossed her mind.
Angie often got the idea that Scarlett was very nervous around her but she supposed she couldn't blame the other woman for that. Ryan was nervous also. Whatever, Angie thought. I'm just glad I make them both hot.
She was headed upstairs in an elevator with the couple now, exchanging smiles and hopes for what lay ahead. Angie was still using a cane and had her left arm and right ankle in bandages, but she could not wait any longer. Scarlett and Ryan had invited her to visit their suite at the Hilton Garden Inn as soon as she was mobile and ready. They were only in New York for two weeks, though, and tonight was the last night. Thus Angie had called them with a yes. They had eaten dinner in the hotel restaurant and settled various issues. The hotel staff was very good at keeping their trio both satisfied and hidden from public view.
Now I'm with Ryan and Scarlett en route to their room, Angie said to herself. Her heart was shaking with disbelief as she stepped out of the elevator. The Cambodian female clerk who had escorted them upstairs nodded at Scarlett and Ryan as they exited and then headed back down.
"Well?" Ryan said, offering Angie his elbow. "Shall we?"
Angie paused, unsettled. Was she really up to what lay ahead? Tess had released her and her head wound was healed, but everything still seemed so much like she was imagining it. She pinched herself and then laughed along with Scarlett and Ryan.
"Okay," Angie said when everyone had calmed. She then smiled and took Ryan's arm.
Ryan led her down the hallway. Walking ahead, Scarlett unlocked a door and waved them inside. An unmade queen-size bed with white sheets dominated the otherwise clean room within. Releasing Angie, Ryan walked over and sat down on the bed, then began taking off his shirt.
"Now remember," Scarlett told Angie, "this is just for tonight. We have to go back to L.A. tomorrow evening and leave for our two week honeymoon. Any future trysts you'll have to set up with us at a later date."
"Okay," Angie repeated herself, her eyes on Ryan.
His well-muscled hairless chest was revealed and he was pushing down his pants. Angie could see his erect cock through his underwear. She felt a damp ache between her own legs and her nipples hardening. Naked, Ryan stood up, dropped his pants and stepped towards her. With one hand he reached out and smoothed Angie's hair.
"Ahem," Scarlett coughed.
Ryan and Angie turned to see she was already out of her blue blouse and slacks. Scarlett's large pink tits stood at attention and her pussy was open and shaved. Fastest disrober I've ever seen, Angie thought as the blonde stepped forward. Scarlett kissed Angie's lips, hard and with tongue lashing. She then turned and gave Ryan a deeper embrace. The couple swapped tongues and then turned to both beam at Angie.
"You're overdressed," Ryan said.
Angie nodded, shaking on her cane. She dropped the mobility aid and sheepishly returned Ryan and Scarlett's smiles. "Help me?"
Scarlett nodded and began unbuttoning her checkered shirt. Ryan unfastened her black skirt and pushed it off her hips. He fondled Angie's cunt through her white cotton panties for a moment and then shoved the underwear down. Angie kicked both skirt and panties aside and then stepped out of her shoes. Scarlett was meanwhile divesting Angie of her shirt and bra. Angie tried to control herself as she shrugged out of her garments. She could only move in a daze as Scarlett and Ryan took her hands and carefully led her to the bed.
They helped her lay down and then began kissing and stroking her body. Ryan tongued her wide brown nipples and pressed two fingers against the well of her pussy's thin dark vee. Scarlett's lips and hands were on her face, neck and back. They both avoided the wounded areas of Angie's body, moving slow and exciting her nerves. Angie returned their caresses with her right hand, touching Ryan's pectorals. She did not resist when Scarlett took hold of her bandaged left arm and guided its hand. Soon Angie was feeling Scarlett's breasts on her palm. She rubbed them as best she was able, visualizing her lovers' bodies like one of her architectural sketches. Her hands drew and eased out improvements where they could.
Husband and wife kissed her, then each other. Caresses were traded in counterpoint to the kisses. The exchange went on for some time, growing heavier as minutes passed. No one was in any hurry. Angie dallied right along with Scarlett and Ryan as they cooperated in arousing her. She ignored that her breath was coming out like an engine and her heart was pounding in her chest.
Ryan moved away from her face, buffing his lips down her torso. Scarlett meanwhile moved up, straddling Angie's head and moving her nipples towards Angie's mouth. The brunette leaned forward and sucked the blonde's teats, her body throbbing harder.
This is better than my wildest dreams, Angie thought. On the rare occasions when I've fantasized about women, Scarlett has been a frequent guest in my mind. I suppose I was doubly angry at the thought I wouldn't ever get either of them when Ryan married her. I am so glad I was wrong.
She opened her legs as Ryan licked her belly button. His hands were on her thighs, squeezing and stroking. His mouth came down and pushed into her cunt, breath and tongue thrusting inside. Angie gasped as she felt him nip at her clitoris. She wrapped her left arm around Scarlett and pulled the other woman closer, kissing her breasts. Her right hand went to Ryan's head, stroked his hair as he continued lapping her pussy. Scarlett's cunt was meanwhile moving over the valley between Angie's own breasts, pushing down against the left nipple and taking it inside.
Angie moaned as she felt her tit stimulated by Scarlett's clit rubbing against it. Scarlett was also pinching her other breast and rubbing her hair as Angie stroked and suckled her large teats. She bent and smiled at Angie, her tongue flicking between her lips.
Ryan leaned up and licked Scarlett's rear, then bent back down and resumed lapping Angie's pussy. Angie only shuddered for an instant. She'd had many lovers who enjoyed dirtier things. Ryan's tongue played across her vulva, then down to her ass crack and back. She could feel her inner walls collapsing and contracting, her juices flowing in a heady stream. Scarlett's cunt was leaking against her breasts and Scarlett and Ryan's hands were both moving faster across her body. Something rose inside Angie and she embraced it at once, not knowing how much exercise her still-recovering body would be able to take.
"Yes!" she gasped into Scarlett's chest. "Yes! I'm coming!"
Scarlett chuckled and cuddled her close. Both of Angie's hands came up and rubbed the blonde's body, finding her pleasure centers and activating them. The brunette's spasms were sharp and quick, good but over too soon. She could feel Ryan moving away from her legs and shivered at the loss. Scarlett returned her caresses, making up for Ryan's absence. Angie enjoyed their trading of passion but hoped Scarlett's husband would come back soon. She closed her eyes and prayed as Scarlett's torso and lips rubbed against hers.
Then she felt Ryan returning, moving close to her body and Scarlett's. He pressed his chest against Scarlett's back, sandwiching the blonde between himself and Angie. Feeling his hard cock pushing at her thigh, Angie dropped a hand and grabbed it. She felt the condom on his organ and giggled in relief.
"Open your legs," Ryan whispered. "Open your legs, Angie. Scarlett, I need a little room here."
His wife nodded and moved aside, pushing Angie down onto the bed and then rolling away. She let her husband and their new friend embrace, stroking her breasts as she watched Ryan's manhood enter Angie's pussy. Angie clutched Ryan's sword tight between her thighs, still sore but excited by the circumstances. Her hands fondled his chest and back as he thrust in and out of her cunt.
They exchanged kisses and caresses, groins locked together. Scarlett watched their love-play for a moment and then moved to place her thighs on either side of their heads. Angie looked up at Scarlett and then grinned in assent as the blonde gripped her head and pushed it into her snatch. Ryan was meanwhile kissing his wife's rump and the backs of her thighs.
Scarlett laughed and turned around, keeping her tunnel over Angie's mouth. Angie licked and stroked Scarlett's cunt, her own inner muscles squeezing Ryan's member. Scarlett pinched and squeezed her own breasts and accepted her husband's kisses now that they were face to face.
The trio established a three-part formation and rhythm that was best for all, avoiding Angie's wounds and pushing hard against everyone's points of sensitivity. Ryan's hands slapped against both women's legs and tits, teasing them to full arousal. Angie scratched her nails down Ryan's back and knew Scarlett felt the resulting vibrations. The brunette smiled to herself when she heard Ryan mumble Alanis's name.
I suppose that's the main reason I'm here now, she thought. I resemble the woman who left you, Ryan, the one whom you still yearn for. I know you love Scarlett but you were with Alanis for such a long time you wouldn't forget her easily. I don't like that you're not excited by me especially but I suppose we can work on that. I'm more pleased that Scarlett is here with us. You've got a rare gift here, Ryan, a woman who will let you indulge your fantasies and share in them. You better never let her go.
Little chance of that happening, Angie knew. Even as Ryan fucked her pussy, she could see him exchanging hot kisses and smiles with Scarlett. They were head over feet for each other and Angie did not see much she could do to change that. If I even wanted to, she amended her id. I think in the final analysis I'm in love with them both! She grinned at the realization, dropping her precious illusions, and kissed Scarlett's clit while squeezing Ryan's cock with her labials.
Scarlett gasped just then and Angie felt the other woman's juices flowing stronger. She smiled and swallowed them down. Scarlett was contracting hard, shaking against Angie and her husband. Ryan kissed his wife and whispered her name. He then turned and looked down at Angie, smiling.
"Are you my biggest fan, Angie?" he asked in a breathless voice. "Do you love me?"
"Yes!" Angie answered at once, overjoyed that she was in his fantasies after all. "I love you, Ryan! I love you!" She felt Scarlett's nails against her throat and immediately added "I love you too, Scarlett! I love you too!" The blonde beamed and continued rubbing her cunt over Angie's lips.
I've had a lot of great threesomes in my day, Angie reflected as they resumed their rhythm. Doug introduced me to them our college junior year. His girlfriend at the time, Lisa, was realizing she was bisexual and I was a friend to them both. Not a sexual friend, just a sympathetic ear. I did want them, though.
I agreed to help Lisa with her new feelings on condition we share Doug between us. The result was many wonderful times for us all. I took Lisa's place in Doug's life for a few months after they broke up over personality conflicts. Then Doug and I moved to different cities but remained long distance fuck-buddies. I've loved him together with Cat Osterman, Tess and many other girls.
Angie had fucked many other men and women also, singly and in combinations. Sometimes she thought she should write a sex memoir to go with her marathon one. I will have to get Scarlett and Ryan to let me include them if I ever do such a thing, she told herself. Being with them is so thrilling. No way would I ever leave them out.
She shivered and cooed as Scarlett and Ryan kept caressing her. Ryan groaned and Angie felt his sperm jetting into her loins. Check that, she thought, remembering the condom. She could still feel the spurts but was not taking Ryan's semen into her womb.
Oh well, Angie decided with a shrug, maybe I can get him to love me bareback someday. I would gladly give up running for a year to be his and Scarlett's surrogate mother. Not that they need one, of course, unless Scarlett doesn't want to take time off from making films.
Laughing, she let a second orgasm burst within her body and slapped Scarlett's pussy. Her nails drove wild furrows across both Scarlett and Ryan's flesh. The heat of this set Scarlett off again and the blonde beamed in ecstasy. She put a hand on her husband's chest. Ryan nodded, pulled out of Angie and rolled aside.
Scarlett moved her mouth where his cock had just been, slurping Angie's thighs and pussy. Angie wavered for an instant and then accepted the caresses, putting aside her soreness and rising fatigue. Scarlett crouched over her and continued pressing her cunt to Angie's mouth. Angie swallowed the nectar that spilled from between Scarlett's thighs.
Ryan moved his body to the side of theirs, stuck his fingers into Scarlett's tunnel and pinched her clit. Angie whispered thanks to him, glad he was anticipating his wife's needs. She surrendered to the feelings within her own body, shaking and gasping under Scarlett's ministrations. Ryan whispered calm words to them both while rubbing their breasts and thighs.
After another succession of pleasurable moments, Scarlett came again. She recoiled and contracted, sweating and squirting honey. Angie absorbed both fluids with her mouth and hands. She climaxed herself an instant later as Ryan squeezed her buttocks. Angie shivered and cried out both her new lovers' names, feeling her heart leap and her endurance fall.
"Are you alright?" Ryan asked, looking at her. He leaned down and kissed Angie's cheek, tickling her with his thin beard. "I can go again in a few minutes."
"Love her," Angie said, waving at Scarlett. The brunette took a deep breath. "I'll still be here in the morning." She gasped again and settled down as Ryan and Scarlett nodded at her and rolled away.
Angie smiled as she watched them couple. She would make love to both Ryan and Scarlett again many times, she knew. When the next time came, she hoped she would be further recovered and thus last longer. In the present, she relaxed, focusing her eyes on the spectacle of husband joining wife.
Ryan and Scarlett kissed and caressed each other, moving together in the way that only two people deeply and newly in love can. Angie swooned at the sight, wondering if she would ever find someone who could give her anything like it.
Someday, she thought. Until then, I am content to enjoy myself fucking friends.
Happy with this knowledge, Angie reclined and watched Ryan and Scarlett's love-play until she fell asleep.
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Running Down a Dream

Running Down a Dream

by AchtungNight

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