A/N: No slash…yet…but…still quite smutty. Patience my pretties…I've a lot to tell here...

INTENTION

By Wendy J Miller

Chapter 1 Drew

I was so young when I met Drew.

I'd just been a few years into my teaching career, my life a cacophony of paperwork, parents, and craft paper. I was satisfied at the time, having fulfilled what my parents expected of their good little girl.

My father in particular, wanted me to become a teacher. So I did my best to get good grades. And my mother was particularly proud of my time as a cheerleader.

I did my homework. I went to church on Sundays. And I stayed away from boys until college. Much to the relief of my parents.

But it wasn't because I wanted to stay away from them , per se. I was painfully shy. And I'd never let anyone in to my inner word.

Until I met him.

I ran into him in a local café' one morning, buying coffee.

He was tall, with medium brown hair and the biggest, greenest eyes I'd ever seen. They were framed with long dark eyelashes that I became mesmerized by as he blinked a few times at the cashier, who had two cups in a carry-out tray on the counter before him. His face was…beautiful. The almost delicate full mouth, square jaw, and slightly tanned skin were almost too much for me.

Gibbs snorted in disgust, muttering "Delicate full mouth…"

I dropped the newspaper, apple, and muffin I'd been holding to pay for all at once.

I'd like to think I'm an attractive woman. Being petite, and athletic, with dark eyes and hair. I had it pretty long back then…cascading down my back in waves. I always thought my nose was too big, but luckily my larger eyes and pouty lips more than distracted away from it.

He stooped down immediately, with his long, manly hands and helped pick up my things. I was beyond humiliated. But he had no idea he had been the cause of my clumsiness.

It was literally the moment our eyes met. Fire. Electricity. Whatever you want to call it. The spark was there.

"Mulit-tasking not working for you today?" he asked with a wry smile.

Gibbs got a little impatient and skimmed through the first and second chapters, which talked about Melissa's (Wendy's) relationship with Drew (Tony). That he was a passionate man devoted to his job fighting crime and helping people…yabba yabba. Gibbs perused the part where they'd gotten engaged to be married and moved in together.

A brief flash of anger went through him. He knew at least how this story ended. This woman had caused Tony a lot of pain. Gibbs had hoped they would reconcile. And he would get to see DiNozzo happy with someone. But now…he felt glad they hadn't. She was obviously not interested in his well-being. Wendy was in the process of hurting him all over again. He had to wonder …why?

He skipped ahead to the third chapter called "Justin".

Drew and I had settled into a wonderful routine.

He loved his detective work. And was good at it. I loved teaching. And was good at it.

We went out every weekend at least one night, to have fun. And always came home to have incredible sex.

I'd had boyfriends in college. But being a shy, repressed girl…it was hard for me to enjoy it. Drew was the first man to make me orgasm. And I loved him even more for that. Our lovemaking was sometimes gentle and soft…and sometimes needy and rough. Especially when things went wrong at work for Drew. A bad case. Or a situation that he felt ineffective in producing the desired outcome. Sometimes people got hurt or killed, and he wasn't able to help them. He was all heart. And I loved him deeply for that.

It was devastating to him sometimes. He never talked about it. But I could see it in his eyes.

I almost feel guilty in saying, that's when I wanted to both comfort him, and rip his clothes off. Because I knew I was going to see him more out of control, more filled with animal desire, than at any other time. And I wanted that. Needed it.

You really are a bitch, Gibbs thought.

We were six months away from getting married, when I met Justin.

He was a lawyer who represented the school. There was an issue with one of the kids and one of the other teachers, and he came in to take a deposition from me.

Justin Kimble was, for all purposes, and DaVinci in a suit. He had big steel-blue eyes, and long blonde hair that he kept back in a very neat ponytail. Suit and ponytail. He was so different…and his features were more Italian looking than anything else, in spite of his coloration. He had a heart-shaped mouth and elegant nose. I even fell in love with the circular wire framed eyeglasses.

After I gave my deposition, on what I knew of the other teacher and the child in question, he pulled out a business card, and handed it to me.

"Now Melissa," he said in a soft male voice, tinged with a slight southern drawl,"you call me any time, if you think of something else."

I stared at his fingers for a moment as I took the business card. Then I looked at him and asked, "What do you think will happen to Mr. Garcia? You know…we can't watch what the kids bring to school all the time or what they might pop into their mouths. It's really not the teacher's fault if the child ate something he knows he's allergic to. And Mr. Garcia used the epipen right away. It saved that child's life."

"Oh now, don't you worry, nothing's going to happen. This is just to protect the school and Mr. Garcia in case the parents make something of it. I think he's a hero for reacting so quickly, and saving the boy."

I smiled warmly. "Me too."

He looked at my hand. To the engagement ring on it, and sighed. Then his eyes met mine. I felt that electricity again for the second time in my life. "Lucky guy," he said, and smiled. "But…anyway, I'd…love to have the pleasure of your company just for lunch if you like sometime. Call me if you want to."

I was like a deer caught in headlights of a Mack truck. I was so attracted to him…his looks and unusual quality. There was just something about him. Immediately I thought of Drew and felt guilty.

SO I just nodded dumbly and said nothing.

That night, I was lying in bed with Drew, touching his sweat-slicked skin after we'd made love. I was curled up on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it settled back into a more regular rhythm. My thighs were wet and sticky and I was also sweaty…but back then, we never cared. We didn't get up to take a shower right away or clean up…we usually took a break. And did it again. And fell asleep in eachother's arms.

But I couldn't stop thinking about Justin Kimble. And what his broad shoulders looked like out of that suit. What did his hands feel like? Or his mouth? Would they be as skilled as Drew's? And…what would it be like to have them both at one time? The thought almost had me orgasming again. I'd heard some of my girlfriends talk about doing it with two guys at once in college. I was shocked. And turned on. Though I'd never admit it. And surely only bad girls would do something like that. Let two men ravage her at once…

I twirled my finger in the little sprinkle of hair Drew had on his chest.

"Honey…"

"Mmm?" He asked, cracking an eye open at me. "yeah?"

We'd been together for a while. But never had this particular talk.

"Ummmm…have you ever…" I struggled, with my heart starting to pound a little in my chest. After all, good girls didn't ask questions like this. "Have you ever…done it with more than one person at a time?"

Now both eyes were open and looking at me intently. His brows were raised in surprise at the question. He wasn't expecting it.

"I'll say," Gibbs murmured to himself.

He pushed a little hair off my face and behind my ear. "You mean…like me and two girls?"

"Mmm," I said, looking idly down while I rolled a little forward on his chest, still occupying my fingers with his hair. "No. I m-mean, like…like two guys…and a girl." I bit my lip a little and looked at him.

I saw his mind working. Confusion. Worry. His eyes widened a little. And there was a small frown now on his face.

"Ahhh, no. I haven't…" he gently pushed up, as I fell away to sit next to him and he leaned his back against the headboard of our four poster oak bed.

He shook his head a little in wonderment. "You've never asked me anything like that before."

"I know," I said, almost apologetically.

There was a long pause between us. I was about to tell him to forget it. But he spoke first.

"Do you…want…that?" he asked, in a hoarse voice, choking back the insecurity I knew was now blossoming inside him like a strangling weed. His eyes were glued to my face.

Drew came from such a rough childhood…his mother dying when he was so young, and a father who was too drunk to care where Drew was or who was with him…and then he was sent away to military school by that bastard without so much as a goodbye.

At least we agree on something, Gibbs thought. Tony's father was not his favorite person. Her next few lines, though, ignited fury inside him.

I knew if I pushed, if I demanded it, Drew would give me anything rather than lose me. I had become the family he never had, He loved me more than anyone had ever, and I was sure of it. SO sure, that I knew I could have what I wanted, seeing that worried and somewhat desperate look in his eyes.

"Bitch," Gibbs blurted out loud.

"I dunno'…" I said, looking down for a moment. "I just…thought…maybe it would be hot."

That was not what he wanted to hear. He looked around our bedroom, completely uncertain of where he stood or what to do about this.

"I…I thought…things with us…that you were happy with the sex we have, Am I…am I doing something wrong? Did I miss something…?"

This was an amazing difference from the cocky, self assured "sex-machine", as his fraternity brothers had called him.

I suddenly felt guilty, at making him feel insecure. God knows I knew what that felt like.

"I love you, I smiled, "and you are a smokin' hot sexy man." I stroked his lean stomach and chest, and then leaned forward and kissed him. He was only half responsive. I leaned back, and said, "It's a fantasy honey. I'm sure you have them too. Everyone does. I didn't mean to upset you."

He licked his lips and nodded, raising a hand to run his fingers through my hair.

We didn't have our usual round two that night.

"No shit," Gibbs said vehemently. Tony loved her. Really loved her. And she was just…experimenting with him!

Gibbs took a breath and sighed.

Later that week, I couldn't help myself. I was home at night, with an hour to kill before Drew arrived home for dinner. And that's when I snuck out my friend.

It was a big rubber cock with a suction cup on the end of it.

Gibbs raised his eyebrows, and thought, Whoa.

I had dinner ready and waiting in the oven. I was wearing a teeny black lace babydoll, that only barely covered my naked ass, and platform heels I'd never survive a walk around the block in.

I went in the bathroom, and took the large, almost life-like facsimile of a human penis and stuck it on the wall, where it hung suspended and heavy, waiting.

I giggled to myself in nervous anticipation. After all, this was not another person, but a sex toy. I had been fantasizing all week about having him…and the toy…

I little doubt crept into my awareness. What if he hated it?

But this was my way of trying to block out thoughts of Justin Kimble, and get my kicks with Drew, Have my cake and eat it too. Without anyone getting hurt.

Oh how I hoped he would like it.

I heard the keys in the door as Drew came in, in his usual jeans and tee shirt, leather jacket slung over his shoulders.

"Melissa, I'm –" he stopped, taking in the dimmed lights, soft music playing, table set with candles, and me leaning against it in a negligee.

"Hey now," he said in a gentle growl. "I'm liking this…" he threw his jacket on the sofa and walked over to me, grabbing me to him and giving me a long, melting kiss.

He pulled away while I smiled and purred, "You like, huh?"

"Oh yes," he nodded. "Smells good too…"

"Lasagna," I said, knowing it was his favorite.

"Am I…" he cocked his head, looking at me suspiciously, "Dying? We're not married yet you know. You can't get the life insurance til after that."

I chuckled at him. "Nope. You're not dying. Unless it of sex overload later…"

He growled suddenly and pulled me too him again, our mouths diving into each other.

He grabbed my hand, and stepped back , grinning. "Why don't we let dinner sit for just a little…" I could see the large bulge now in his jeans.

Gibbs caught himself holding his breath.

"No," I said. "You have to wait. I have a surprise for you. Dinner first."

He stared at me with those ocean-deep green eyes. "A surprise huh," he gave me one brow squinched down. "Good surprise I hope…"

"You'll have to wait and see," I teased, and quickly pulled his hand across my ass as I turned and made him sit for dinner.

The food was perfect. The wine also. We sat for a little after dinner, chatting about our day as if it was a normal thing for him to be fully dressed while I did all the usual things in the almost nothing I had on and heels.

Finally, I stood up smiling and said, "Get naked, Now."

His face turned suddenly serious. "Huh?"

"Get naked," I repeated with a pleasant smile.

He sat motionless for just a second and then jumped up, practically tearing off his clothes and heading toward the bedroom. "Not there," I laughed.

"Ahhh…" he looked at me in confusion, all lean and beautiful 6'2" of him naked, long, thick cock, jutting away from his body in aching discontent.

I walked to him, and took his hand. "Close your eyes," I said in a lower, seductive tone, as he shivered.

He smiled and closed them.

I led him into the bathroom, and turned on the water, saying, "no peeking."

"I'm not," he said, with a chuckle.

I took his hands to my body and said, "Without opening your eyes, take this off me."

He smiled and his hands began to roam my body, while his leaking cockhead bumped against my stomach. It was so beautiful. He was so beautiful. I couldn't wait to get into the shower, but his fingers felt good against my skin. And as he untied the front of my babydool, and it fell away, those big masculine hands caressed my hips, my stomach, and my breasts, drifting over my nipples causing a twitch in my clit.

Gibbs took a deep breath, trying to concentrate. Why was he reading this again?

He pinched them as I moaned, feeling the moisture already accumulating between my pussy lips.

I put my hand around his velvety hard rod, and stoked a few times while he let out a little groan.

We teased eachother a little while longer, and then I lead him carefully into the shower, with his back to the stream, and my ass bumping against the rubber cock on the wall. I almost cried out with the anticipation.

Still stroking him, his body was trembling along with mine, and I said, "Open your eyes."

He did and smiled, looking at me, and then it faltered as he took in the wall behind me. His mouth dropped open in surprise, and a flash of uncertainty passed over his face.

His dick lost some of its ferocity as well…I had to act fast.

Before he could say anything I grabbed the rubber cock behind me and lined it up with my pussy, and shoved my ass backwards, impaling myself.

I moaned in pleasure, my nipples almost painfully hardening to points. I didn't look at him, but I let him see the pleasure on my face as I kept stroking his cock and started to ride the dildo as it slid easily in an out of my drenched cunt. "Oh God…I moaned. So fucking good…" I opened my eyes and looked at his astonished face and said, "I'm gonna suck the life outta you through your cock…"

His breath hitched and I felt his dick hardening again, as I leaned forward and opened my mouth.

I heard him cry out as I took every inch of him slowly down my throat.

I grabbed his hips, and started to push myself back and forth, riding the rubber cock and sucking his cock.

He braced himself against the side wall of the shower with one arm as the water ran down his body and he moaned out my name, hips moving with me compulsively.

In my mind, I couldn't help it. I was a dirty whore being fucked by two men, and it was almost too much to take. I could barely breathe, because Drew was so big it was blocking my air…but neither of us cared. It was hot and dirty, and I took a hand and started playing my clit. The feelings were over the top. I felt his body starting to tense as he gasped desperately himself.

He groaned out, "Uuuuhhhh….Melisaahhhh….FUCK!"

And that was it. I saw stars explode as my scream was choked out by his cum pumping down my throat. I came so hard on the rubber cock I could feel more fluid pulse out of my pussy and I almost passed out so I held onto his hips.

He slumped against the shower wall, panting for air, and looking at me with glazed eyes. "Jesus," he said weakly, as some of his semen leaked from my lips when I shakily stood up.

Gibbs put the book down, and said angrily, "Sonofabitch," glaring resentfully and with a tinge of shame, down at his own erection, now painfully restrained by his pants.