Three days after our encounter at The Tilted Kilt, Uncle Cam called and invited me to meet him and Ty for dinner. I spent another three days anticipating a repeat of our threesome. By the time Friday night rolled around, I was almost vibrating.
I wore a low-cut little black dress that showed off my stunning cleavage and shapely legs. The ankle-strap stilettos were the icing on the cake. When I walked into the upscale whiskey bar, men stopped mid-conversation and stared; I had chosen the right outfit for the male-dominant crowd. I saw Cam and Ty rise from a corner booth and wave. I meandered between tables in a display of swaying hips and bouncing boobs.
"Jesus, you're going to start a riot." Ty leaned in to kiss my cheek. I turned into the kiss and met him mouth-to-mouth, sneaking my tongue past his lips. He pulled back, eyes wide, mouth slack.
"Hi, Daddy!" I made sure it was loud enough for nearby tables to hear. I heard Uncle Cam chuckle.
"Hi, Uncle Cameron!" I repeated the kiss with Cam.
"Hi, Troublemaker," Cam said with a wide grin. "Please, join us."
I slid into the booth; they slid in on either side of me.
"You know, between the two of you is quickly becoming my favorite place to be."
Ty shook his head. "You aren't 21 yet; don't even try to order a drink."
I batted my eyes, pouted my lips, and played innocent. "Ok, Daddy. I'll be a good girl."
"Stop calling me daddy. We're in public." He shifted uncomfortably.
Ty and Cam ordered Macallan neat; I ordered San Pellegrino. At the bottom of their second round, they both loosened up a bit. Cam rested his arm along the back of the booth, his hand caressed the back of my neck. I relaxed into Cam's touch and rested a hand on Ty's thigh, moving up a little bit at a time. We all pretended we didn't notice the majority of the other patrons watching us. Ty cleared his throat, removed my hand from his thigh, and rested his forearms on the table.
"Listen, Chloe. We need to talk. About, well, you know. About last weekend. I just want to make sure we're all on the same page. I don't want anyone getting hurt. I think we need to discuss it."
"Okay, Daddy. What about it?"
"First of all, call me Ty. You're killing me with that 'daddy' shit."
"Okay, Ty. Is that all?" I placed my hand back on his thigh.
"Jesus, I need another drink." He motioned to the waiter for another round of whiskey. "No, that isn't all. Look, you aren't a little girl anymore. But Cam and I were there when you were. I don't want you to be confused about what happened. You have to know I never ever had those thoughts about you when I was married to your mom. Do you understand my concern?"
I placed my hand on his crotch. "Do I seem confused, Dad - Ty?"
He squirmed and shot an exasperated look over to Uncle Cam. "Bro, help me out here."
I looked at Cam. "Uncle Cam, what is he talking about?"
"Ty, why do you make everything so complicated?" Cam scoffed. "Chloe, Ty's worried you're all fucked up because you banged your father figure and you uncle figure."
The waiter pretended not to hear that as he placed two glasses on the table, but his wide eyes betrayed his professionalism.
"Ah, okay. Let's clear the air." I picked up Ty's glass and swirled the liquid around the glass. "Neither of you ever acted inappropriate when I was a kid. I'm an adult now. I am more than fine with what happened. I felt safe and I felt comfortable. It was really good for me. Was it not good for you?"
Cam spoke first. "It was better than good for me. Beyond words."
I nodded. "Alright. Ty? Good for you?"