Langston the pizza boy had no last name. When he was two days old, his mother packed him into a picnic basket and dropped him on the doorstep of what she thought was a monastery in the hills of Northern California. As it just so happened, it was a monastery...a monsesary for ninjas. He was raised by six monks on a diet of meditation, bean curds, and wheatgrass. While other kids ran around screaming like banshees, he studied the ancient art of Feng Shui, Tahi Chi, and a thousand other vital schools of philosophy. He was instructed in every fighting style, taught to be as silent a shadow, and even learned to fly. His patience and forbearance were endless and his resolve was as hard and unmovable as Mt. Fuji and his hands were deadly weapons; he could massacre an entire city with them alone and not even break a sweat, but his powers were only for good, as his masters intended.

When Langston was seventeen, the monks sent him into the world. With nothing but an old rucksack to carry his karma, he set out hitchhiking and wound up in the town of Royal Woods, Michigan. He got a job working at a gas station during the day and at a pizzeria in the evenings. He rented an apartment over a barber shop and passed his non-working hours studying, meditating, and seeking after the ever elusive nirvana of which his masters spoke so highly. He slept three hours a night, joined a local dojo, and practiced his craft in the park. One summer day, he was grabbing flies from the air with pairs of chopsticks when a pretty Hispanic girl walked boldly up to him, crossed her arms, and looked at him intensely. She was tall and shapely with small breasts, black hair, and mischievous brown eyes. With her slight overbite, she reminded Langston of a rabbit, which was fighting since it was the Year of the Rabbit. "What do you do with those flies when you catch them?" she asked. "Do you eat them?"

"No," Langston said, "I harm no living creature."

The girl crinkled her brow. "You just snatched a fly up with chopsticks, buddy, pretty sure that didn't feel too good."

Her name was Alex and she was sixteen. She attended Richard Noggin High School across town and worked at Burpin' Burger. "They don't let me cook after...The Incident...so I scrub toilets and take orders. It's pretty sweet."

She lived in a nondescript ranch house on Cleveland Street with her parents and her sister Jessy, who was really her cousin. Jessy's parents were killed in a horrible smelting accident and Alex's parents had raised her as their own.

Every afternoon, Langston would practice with bamboo poles at the park and Alex would come to watch and talk his ear off. From the moment he saw her to the moment she left, her mouth was running. At first, she annoyed him greatly, but overtime, he came to like her boundless energy and flippant personality. She was everything he was not - loose, carefree - and she endlessly fascinated him. Soon, they began taking long walks through the park together and having conversations that lasted sometimes for hours. Despite being silly and facetious on the surface, Alex was a deep thinker who genuinely cared for her family and friends. She wanted to be the singer in a punk band - "Not that poppy Green Day stuff, real, old school DIY punk" - and Langston didn't have the heart to tell her that she couldn't carry a note with a sling.

After a month, she brought him home to meet her family. Her mother was a full-blooded Hispanic named Ronalda who taught at the high school and her father, Lincoln, owned a diner; though he was only thirty-seven, Lincoln's hair was entirely white, which gave Langston pause. If Alex could turn a man's hair white, he should probably reconsider being friends with her.

He did not, in fact, reconsider. Their relationship blossomed naturally and one day, on their daily walk through the park, they kissed with the ease of two lovers who'd done so a million times before. Langston had never felt anything for a girl before but Alex awoke a fiery passion in him that raged with the intensity of a thousand suns. He did not know how it felt to be in love so he could not say that he loved her, but he felt very strongly for her. His masters, in their infinite wisdom, had trained him to attain ultimate enlightenment, not to fall in love with a girl. Somehow the idea of berating his one goal in life to partake in something as human as love struck him as wrong, but no amount of meditation could stop the way he felt for Alex. For her, he would do anything.

And that was put to the test one day when he and Alex were sitting on a bench at the park. Alex was talking about Jessy and Langston was listening. Alex loved Jessy dearly and had been trying to no avail to set Jessy up with various guys she knew because "Jessy wants a boyfriend but she's too shy and anxious to flirt and stuff." Alex said that she and Jessy were talking and that Jessy admitted being upset that she was still a virgin. "She's a geek and all, but she's totally DTF. Hormones, you know." She turned to Langston. "And I know how to help her."

"How?" Langston asked.

Alex took his hand, "Well, I told you about out, ahem, love life and kind of offered to share."

"Share?" Langston asked.

"Yep."

He arched his brow and she sighed. "Come on. My sister's horny and wants to punch her V-card. She knows and likes you and she's willing to do it."

It was true that Jessy liked him in a platonic sense. She was very intelligent and they often had deep conversations on Eastern philosophy. Whether or not she was attracted to him, he did not know. Alex squeezed his hand and gave him her famous puppy dog eyes; he was a strong and stoic man who could stand up to any foe...except for that one. "I'm not sure about this," he said.

"Please?" she asked and stuck out her bottom lip. "Pop my sister's cherry?"

Langston cringed. "Don't put it like that."

She stuck her bottom lip out even farther.

"Fine," he said and Alex's face lit up."When do you want to do it?"

"Sunday," she said, "my parents will be conveniently out of town."

"Serendipitous," he said.

Alex beamed. "Things always work out when you're Alex."

That's how Langston came to be here, stretched out on Jessy's bed with his hands laced over his chest. He was in jeans, a T-shirt, and socks; he was wearing silky boxers because they seemed like something a girl like Jessy might like. Jessy knelt on the bed next to him in a skirt and blouse, her eyes pointed down at the cover and a deep blush on her angular face. She wore her rusty brown hair in a ponytail and smelled like lavender. Or maybe that was the flower and tofu salad he had for lunch. Alex, who had left so they could "be alone" but came back, sat at the foot of the bed looking bored. "Are you guys gonna do it or what?"

"Will you go away?" Jessy snapped.

"Not until his dick is out and in your hand, mouth, or -"

"SHUT UP!"

Alex sighed, then brightened and snapped her fingers. "What you need is a demonstration." She crawled over to Langston, bit her lower lip, and hooked her fingers into his pants. "May I?"

"Go right ahead," Langston said serenely.

Looking for all the world like an excited little girl unwrapping a present on Christmas morning, Alex undid the button and pulled down the zipper. The sultry look in her eyes made Langston's normally placid heart race. Jessy's blush got even deeper and she covered her face with her hands. "Watch what I'm doing," Alex said.

Reluctantly, Jessy peeked through her fingers.

Alex pulled Langston's pants and underwear down, freeing his semi-erect dick. He rarely achieved full mast without stimulation as he was programmed to always be calm until the situation called for not being calm. She curled her fingers around his shaft and stroked him slowly, thumb brushing over his head. Jessy stared through her fingers, breathing heavy.

"Now you do it," Alex said.

Jessy hesitated, then reached out and touched him. "Feels funny, huh?" Alex asked.

"K-Kind of," Jessy said and swallowed hard. She curled her fingers around him and pulled, almost yanking it off.

"Ow," Langston said.

"Sorry!"

Alex put her hand on Jessy's and said, "Like this." She moved Jessy's hand up and down. Now Langston was rock hard and ready to go. "Good," Alex said, "now put it in your mouth."

Jessy froze. "Uh…"

Alex shook Langston's dick at her. "You know you wanna~"

It took a little more coaxing, but eventually Jessy brushed her hair out of her face, bent over Langson, and tentatively went down on him, her mouth wet and warm and her movements clumsy, unsure. Alex gave her pointers like "Use more tongue" and "don't be afraid to come up for air."

Alex stretched out next to Langston, nestled her crotch against his leg, and laid her hand on his chest. She kissed his arm and his side, her fingers kneading him through his shirt. "How do you like getting sucked by another girl?"

For a moment, Langston was silent. The sensation of Jessy working him with her lips and tongue was nice enough, but without an intense emotional connection, like the one he felt with Alex, it was barely a step or two above masturbation. Then again, Langston liked giving rather than receiving. Not because he was a selfless person, but because a woman's body turned him on. Being sucked was okay, but touch, kissing, and licking a woman really got him in the mood. His idea of foreplay was kissing and sucking, caressing and feeling; a few minutes of that and his dick was harder than reaching nirvana. "I like it," he said, because saying otherwise might hurt Jessy's feelings.

Snuggling in, Alex kissed his cheek, his chin, and his lips, her tongue tracing his lips and swirling around his.

After a few minutes, Jessy spat him out and coughed. A mixture of her saliva and his natural lubrication coated her lips and chin and her tiny breasts heaved as she gasped for air.

"Now it's your turn, Jess," Alex said.

Jessy laid back against the pillow. Langston reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down her thighs. She shyly covered her face with her hands and arched her back off the bed in a puff of wet heat. The musky scent of her excitement aroused Langston and sent his heart pounding. He yanked her panties over her ankles, tossed them away, and hiked her skirt up. She held her thighs together, protecting the Y of her sex from his eyes.

Being slow and gentle, he ran his hands over her body. Her breathing increased and her knees knocked together, skin flushing bright red. He trailed kisses down her stomach, and eventually her hands fell away from her face. A look of rapture settled over her features and she purred in the back of her throat. She spread her legs, giving him access to her moist, pink center, and he fluttered kisses over her lips and her clit, making her jump. He flicked it with his tongue, and then licked between her folds, the heavy taste of her body coating his tongue. She grabbed handfuls of the sheets and rocked her hips back and forth, moaning and panting.

Finally, Langston got to his knees, scooted up, and pressed his dick into her lips. She spread her legs in a V, and Langston hooked his arms around them. Alex guided his dick to Jessy's opening and pushed Langston from behind, impaling her sister on his cock. Jessy gasped and winced in pain as his tip broke her hymen. Her muscles clamped down on him and her body lightly shook, her breathing ragged in his ear. He kissed the side of her neck and face, his hands slipping into her hair. She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted into his thrusts, her nails tearing at his back.

Langston started slow but went faster and faster until the bed creaked. Jessy threw her head back, went completely still, back arched, and then gave a violent body-wide tremble as she came. Free to see to his own pleasure now, Langston allowed his orgasm to come. At the last possible moment, he pulled out and shot ribbons of cum all over Jessy's stomach. She quickly covered her pussy with her hands so that none got in and Langston aimed away, hitting the blanket with his last spurt.

"And there you have it, folks," Alex said into the handle of a brush, "Jessica Danielle Loud just gave it up to her sister's boyfriend. Jess, how does it feel to lose your virginity?"

She stuck the brush in Jessy's face, and Jessy slapped it. "Go away."

Aiming the brush at Langston, Alex asked, "Care to comment?"

"I second Jessy," he said, "go away."

"So you can fuck my sister again, cheater?"

Langston got up and put his pants on. "So I can -"

The door opened and Lincoln walked in. "Hey, gang, I -"

His eyes locked with Langston's and Jessy did her best to cover herself with her skirt. "Oh, you nasty son of a bitch," Lincoln said. Red-faced with anger, he came forward.

Langston had two choices, flee or kick the shit out of his girlfriend's father.

He chose to flee.

Turning to the window, he thrust out his arms and took off like a rocket, smashing through the pane in a shower of breaking glass and flying away. Lincoln ran to the window and gaped in shock as Langston soared off like Superman.

For a moment he didn't say anything, then he shook his head. "I'm too old for this shit," he mumbled and walked away.

Alex smiled. "Now that's what I call a smashing end -"

Jessy hit her so hard with a pillow that she tumbled off the bed, then got up to take a shower. After being fucked, walking was hard, but it was soooo worth it.

THE END.