Chapter 18: Destiny - The Complicated Sex Life Of Ben - Chapter 21 by Fireces full book limited free
15 Chapter 14: Reconnecting
APRIL 2001, JUNIOR YEAR
The drive home gave Adrienne and me over an hour to chat. I was still surprised by her statement of falling in love with me, but I couldn't sort out my own feelings for her. At least, not enough to discuss it just yet.
Instead, I asked her about the crazy past few days. "So..." I waved one hand in an 'all-this' gesture while steering with my other hand. "Is this something you guys do often?"
"What, get a small group together and crash somebody's beach house? Yeah, sometimes." Adrienne smiled at me from the passenger seat. "You should see Mizuho's dad's place in Newport. It's HUGE."
I coughed nervously. "Uh, well, more than just the house parties. Do you guys ... uh..."
Adrienne figured out where I was going. "We're not always this wild and crazy. We don't get stoned and have wild sex every weekend or anything. But on some special occasions, like Spring Break, a few of us will ... experiment ... a little."
I glanced over at her. "I'm not complaining or anything. It's just ... this has been the most outrageous weekend of my life. I'd never even smoked pot before Friday night."
Adrienne giggled. "I figured."
"And that Truth or Dare game? When you told me you usually didn't do anything overt like blowjobs, I started to think that was as crazy as things got." I shook my head in disbelief. "But then this morning? I mean, by definition, that was an orgy, wasn't it?"
Adrienne laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Actually, that was only the second time we all had an orgy. The first time was last summer. We were all a little nervous, but everyone came out of it without any major regrets. The rules helped a lot. And we made sure to keep the weed and alcohol out of it, so people didn't get out of control."
My girlfriend sighed in satisfaction and stretched her limbs out while sinking deeper into her seat. "So for this Spring Break, Candy and I put together this specific group and planned to ... well ... have at least one big sex party."
I arched an eyebrow. "Even Elyse?"
Adrienne immediately frowned and her hazel eyes darkened. "No. Not Elyse. We weren't expecting her to just show up. Something must have gone wrong for her to arrive unannounced and to also put her in that bitchy mood. I mean, I knew she didn't like me very much, but I never thought she'd get that vicious. If she hadn't left, I don't think we would have gone through with the orgy. It's one of the reasons I really wanted you to stay an extra day, so we could still do it. So ... happy birthday, Ben."
I grinned. "I can't imagine a better birthday." Adrienne had actually helped me fuck Mizuho. And then I'd nailed my girlfriend while she was sixty-nining her best friend. I blushed as that thought came to mind. I'd been boinking Adrienne regularly for the past few weeks, but this weekend I'd seen another side of her I wasn't expecting. She'd enthusiastically gone down on Candy and Mizuho and it was clear those weren't the first times.
Adrienne figured out I was working up the nerve to ask her something and she rolled her eyes. "Spit it out, Ben."
"Well," I stammered. "I was wondering ... uh ... are you, uh, bi?"
Adrienne giggled. "Why? Did seeing me with the other girls turn you on?"
"Hell, yeah." My eyes flared as I broke into a wide, knowing grin.
She gave me an odd look. "Have you ever been with a bisexual girl, Ben?"
I blushed and thought of Dawn, Dayna, and Brandi. Slowly, I nodded. "Yeah I have. So really, it's not a big deal if you are. I'm not judgmental. It IS pretty hot."
"Megan and Cassidy?" she asked with a good imitation of my arched eyebrow.
I shook my head. "No, they're not. Others."
"Hmm ... there's a lot more to you than I realized. What I wouldn't give to see your purity test. Anyways, yeah, I'd consider myself bisexual. I mean, Candy and I go crazy together some weekends. Don't get me wrong, Ben. I'm not in love with her and I love men so much more. But I do love the touch of another girl, just for the pleasure of it. Does it bother you? I mean, are you going to ask me to stop with Candy because of our relationship?"
"No, no. Go right ahead, whenever you want," I shook my head. "Just as long as I get to watch sometimes," I smiled.
"Deal."
"Are all of you bisexual?"
"Nah. Candy and Mizuho, yes. Summer and Lynne will both make out with other girls to excite the guys, but just to excite the guys. They're both pretty straight and I've never seen them go past kissing." Adrienne nodded. "Hell, Lynne's pretty buttoned-up, period. If you remember, while she gave blowjobs and got eaten, she only had sex with Trevor. She guards her pussy and doesn't put out easily, not after getting her heart broken by Eric Bradford. And she only did it with Trevor because she's been crushing on him for AGES."
I shook my head. "This is all just so crazy."
"Wellll..." Adrienne purred as she half-crawled out of her seat and moved up to my ear. "Don't be surprised if I bring us a playmate in bed, Tiger. I've got some fantasies that require both a hot chick and a young stud like you who can keep up."
It took just a little longer than usual to make it back home. Adrienne got antsy and decided to fish out my cock and give me a blowjob right there on the freeway, just past the nuclear power plant at San Onofre. I had to move into one of the slower lanes so that I could concentrate on not crashing. I think I was down to fifty-five by the time I painted my girlfriend's tonsils with my cum.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled up outside Adrienne's house and walked her to the front door, carrying her suitcase. Since the place was empty, I went inside with her and she promptly shoved me against the wall and stuck her tongue down my throat.
"Do you have time for a quickie?" she husked.
Groaning, I checked my watch. It was already 3:50pm. "Crap, no."
Adrienne pouted but then she pulled my head to hers for a nuclear kiss. And when she sat back, still tasting her own lips, she sighed. "I meant what I said, Ben. I'm falling for you."
My eyebrows canted to the sides as I suddenly felt nervous. I was still less than a month removed from dating Megan and Cassidy, even though it felt like an eternity had passed. And my heart was really, really confused. I was feeling VERY strongly bonded to Adrienne, and certainly attracted, but I still missed my ex-girlfriends. I had the new "falling in love" excitement with Adrienne, but I didn't trust the feeling yet.
I was torn, and Adrienne could see it. She reached forward and hugged me. "Hey, hey, I didn't say that to put any pressure on you. I just wanted you to know how I honestly felt. I don't think I've ever been in love before, Ben. I don't yet know if I'll ever be in love with you. But ... but just being with you makes me feel so happy and giddy that I can't describe it in any other way."
Adrienne reached forward, held my head, and tenderly rubbed her lips against mine. Then she rubbed her nose against me in an Eskimo kiss. The gorgeous blonde's eyes were closed and she seemed to just be inhaling my scent, reveling in the feeling of closeness and comfort. And then she leaned back and sighed happily.
But soon her sunny expression was darkened by a small frown. "Look, Ben. I know I'm not a very good person. I've done some bad things in my life and I'm not proud of the way we got together. I stole you from your girlfriends. But I don't regret it. However it happened, it brought me you."
She smiled. "You know, you're the first guy I ever let myself begin to trust. Every other boyfriend I've had would have nailed Elyse in a second. Jake, Robbie, whoever. But you resisted her." Adrienne grinned. "You know, that kind of makes me proud that I managed to tempt you into straying."
I knew she meant it in a nice way, but the reminder of me cheating on Megan and Cassidy made me frown and feel pained.
"Oh, there I go again," she flustered. "I'm going to work on those urges, Ben. I want to be better, be less of a bitch. You make me want to be a better person. And I'm going to be a good girlfriend for you."
I managed a smile and hugged her to me, Adrienne cooing happily as she felt me wrap my arms around her. I sighed and then muttered, "I gotta go. I'm going to be late."
"Go, go," Adrienne pushed. "The last thing I need is for you to be grounded. There's a lot more Spring Break left and I DEFINITELY need to see you every day this week!"
She pulled me to her for a quick peck, and then I turned for the door. "I'll call you later today, Adrienne," I promised.
She giggled and then turned, wiggling her perfect ass at me. "See ya later, Tiger."
"You're late." Brooke folded her arms over her chest and glared at me.
"No, I'm not." I pointed at my watch. "It's 3:58!"
"It's 4:01 on the kitchen clock," she grinned evilly.
"Look, I'm on time or close enough. You're not seriously gonna rat me out to Mom are you?"
Brooke just laughed and waved her hand as she turned away. "Nah ... But you owe me."
Seriously, when did my little sister become such a manipulative little bitch? Was it just a matter of turning 14? If so, I was dreading the day the twins turned into evil little teenagers. "Owe you? I'll already do just about anything you ask, Brooke."
My sister turned back to face me. "Not anything," she mused with a heated, lustful look on her face. But the moment passed and her face softened. "I figure if I collect enough favors, we can negotiate." She giggled and I started turning away.
"By the way," Brooke began before I got turned around. "Nice shirt. You look good in it. Sexy." And with that, Brooke headed off.
Shaking my head, I went into the living room to greet the twins. Eden launched herself at me first, slamming into my side as if trying to tackle me. "Ben!"
"Oof!" I exclaimed on impact. "You're getting too big to keep doing tha-!"
I was cut off when Emma hit me from the other side, forcing the breath out of me again. "Where've you been all weekend?" Emma whined.
"I went to La Jolla with some friends. You know that," I reminded my littlest sister, about four minutes younger than Eden.
"You were supposed to be back yesterday. We NEEDED you today," Eden pouted.
"Why?"
"The light in our bedroom burned out. You're supposed to be the one replacing it," Emma answered.
I sighed. "You guys are eleven. Surely you know how to change a light bulb."
"We're not tall enough. And Brooke didn't think it was a good idea for us to try using the ladder," Eden insisted.
"And it's YOUR job, Ben. You're our brother. You're supposed to do these things for us," Emma protested.
I sighed. "Fine, fine. Let me just put my bag away and I'll be right there."
"Good!" The twins both said in unison. And in perfect harmony, they turned their faces into expressions of little angels and said together, "Happy Birthday, Ben!"
They were so adorable. We all already knew they could get me to do anything.
My parents came home just after 5pm and after their usual greetings, Mom set to whipping up my favorite foods for this birthday dinner and told me to set the table. And then as if it was just now occurring to my dad, he asked, "Don't you normally have a bunch of friends over for your birthday?"
I shrugged. "I'm seventeen now. I'm getting too old for kiddie birthday parties."
"Hmm..." He thought about that for a second. While he knew that I'd broken up with Megan, which would explain her absence, I was pretty sure he wasn't aware of all the drama involving Cassidy or the rest of the gang. And I wasn't about to explain that all of my friends were currently shunning me. But then Dad sat up straight and asked, "Did Adrienne come back into town with you?"
I put down the next glass before looking up and shrugging. "Yeah, why?"
"Well, if she's not doing anything tonight, why don't you invite her? At least your girlfriend should still be celebrating such a big day with you."
Brooke happened to be passing by at the time and the almost 15-year-old stopped, then quickly hurried into the dining room. "Oh, yeah! Yeah, Ben! You should invite her!"
I frowned and furrowed my eyebrows. "Why do YOU want her here?"
"Oh, well, uh," Brooke stammered, and then even my dad stood up and gave his third child a strange look. "Well, a few of the girls and I were thinking of joining the cheerleading squad next year. Everyone knows Adrienne's going to be Captain and I want to get on her good side."
I snorted. "You're not going to make Varsity as a Sophomore your first time out."
"No, but she can help make sure I make JV," Brooke insisted firmly. "Especially since I didn't join as a freshman, I could use the help."
I rolled my eyes. I wouldn't mind Adrienne joining dinner. Any extra time around her was "good" time. But I also saw an opportunity. So I shrugged and said, "Sure. I'll call her."
Brooke's face lit up.
Then I got an evil grin of my own as I pointedly looked at my little sister. "You owe me."
Adrienne was delighted to join my family for my birthday dinner. She came over almost immediately and quickly charmed my mom with her polite manners and my dad with her prodigious cleavage. She then went with me into the family room to greet Brooke and also meet Eden and Emma.
The young girls seemed delighted that such a tall and beautiful young woman was taking an interest in them and while I knew the twins loved me, I earned extra points with them for having such a pretty girlfriend. Eden and Emma were giggling and laughing constantly, and after a few minutes Adrienne turned to me and said, "You HAVE to get them into cheerleading when they get to High School. These two are SO adorable!"
"I'm gonna join next year!" Brooke was quick to volunteer.
"Great!" Adrienne enthused and then gave my little sister a wink. "You have any problems, you let me know. I'll take care of everything."
Brooke's eyes went wide. "Really? Wow!"
After another fifteen minutes, we all settled down to dinner. Mom explained that everything was selected from my favorite foods. Adrienne teased me for my über-sophisticated taste given that Mac Cheese was one of the dishes. Afterwards, my parents brought out the cake, and then it was time for presents.
Per usual, I picked up some video games and new DVDs. Mom got me a sweater (ugh). And then Eden piped up, asking, "Hey Adrienne, didn't you get Ben a birthday present?"
Adrienne blushed. She hadn't even KNOWN it was my birthday until yesterday and hadn't had the time or inclination to get me a gift in the short time since I dropped her off at home. But I cut in, explaining, "Adrienne gave me her present this morning."
"And I'll bet she got him EXACTLY what he wanted," Brooke said with a grin, the leer in her eyes making clear her innuendo.
"Well, not EXACTLY what he wanted," Adrienne drawled with a twinkle in her eyes. "It was a rather unexpected but very welcome surprise! I'm pretty sure Ben was happy."
Now I was blushing.
Adrienne stayed and hung out with my family for another hour. She got along famously with my parents and I was just praying my mom didn't pull out my baby pictures. Brooke and the twins were just as enamored with my girlfriend, Adrienne proving her social skills at adapting to all audiences and ages. My family members were almost fighting each other to chat with her.
But eventually, she announced that she should probably be heading back. It was still a weeknight and claimed she didn't want to make her father worry. My parents nodded and they agreed when I asked, "Can I walk her home?"
"Take your time, Ben," Dad said warmly.
With that, Adrienne slipped her hand into mine and she said goodbye to everyone before letting me lead her out the door.
We hadn't even reached the sidewalk when Adrienne squeezed my hand and sighed, "You have a WONDERFUL family. So much love and warmth."
"Yeah. Makes you want to strangle yourself sometime," I deadpanned.
"Ben!" Adrienne admonished and slapped my shoulder with her free hand. "You're so lucky, you know that?" she scolded, and I got the veiled reference to her own fucked up family life.
I nodded and apologized with my expression. Adrienne quickly put on her smile as we walked hand-in-hand along the sidewalk. "Anyways, now I get why you're so comfortable around girls. Three sisters! Wait, four, right? Don't you also have an older sister?"
"Yeah, Brandi is at Berkeley."
She sighed. "Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to have a sister ... Or ANY sibling other than that creepy, evil-" Her voice started to get intense and I squeezed her hand to get Adrienne's attention.
"Sorry," she muttered.
"You'll never have to apologize to me for him, Adrienne," I said quietly.
She exhaled and cuddled herself against my arm. We walked on in silence until we got to her house. And to my surprise, all the lights were still off.
I stood with her until she unlocked the front door, pushing it open into the dark and emptiness. I couldn't help but compare the bright cheeriness and warmth of my house, filled with people and love, versus this empty, hollow place where even her dad wasn't home. Her face cast in shadow, Adrienne then turned to look at me.
"Ben, will you come in for a bit? I don't want to be alone right now," said in a pleading voice that seemed to emanate from the darkness.
"Well, my dad did tell me to take my time," I reasoned. "But what if your dad comes home?"
"He won't be home before like ten tonight. He always stays really late at the office on Mondays." Adrienne shrugged and then looked into my eyes, stepping forward and pressing herself against my chest. "Please?"
"Of course," I said with as much reassurance and warmth as I could. And so I let Adrienne take my hand and lead me in a straight line to her bedroom.
Once there, my gorgeous girlfriend turned on only the bedside table lamp and then pushed me into a sitting position on the bed. And then without further ado, she hiked her skirt up to her waist and straddled my lap, wrapping her arms around the back of my head as she leaned in to give me a slow burn kiss.
We sat there for what felt like hours just kissing each other, neither of us in a great hurry. My hands softly stroked her back while Adrienne wrapped her arms fully around my head, crushing me to her face and constantly shifting positions while we made love with just our mouths.
Eventually, we had to break for air and with gentle prodding at my chest, Adrienne pushed me flat on my back. Then she sat up and opened the side zipper to her top, whipping the flimsy garment over her head and leaving her upper torso covered only by a luscious bra that just barely contained her massive mammaries. And then she looked tenderly at me while I yo-yoed my eyes to her tits and then back to her face. "Ben, make love to me tonight."
"Of course," I smiled.
"Not just sex. Not just fucking. Really make love to me? The way we did last night?" Adrienne asked with a trace of hope.
I smiled and reached a hand up, tenderly caressing her cheek. Adrienne had been every guy's sexual fantasy for years, built like the proverbial brick shit house. She was used to guys fucking her, taking her, violating her body. I'd done it myself many times. But somewhere inside that sex goddess, wanton slut, and teen wet dream come to life was a little girl who got raped and never got to experience real love and intimacy.
I'd felt before that Adrienne NEEDED me. I didn't know if I could love her yet, but I knew she needed me. And I wanted to fulfill that need. It just made me feel good about myself, almost as if taking care of Adrienne absolved me of my guilt over cheating on Megan and Cassidy in the first place. Like it was meant for me to end up with Adrienne.
Somehow, we both got naked. And it was almost an accident when my cock slid into her steaming pussy. We'd been rolling around the bed together, making love with our mouths and hands, just kissing and nuzzling and caressing each other's hot skin. And in a completely natural way, our hips moved together and then I found myself inside her, Adrienne pulling away from my lips to lean her head back, arching her neck and gasping so beautifully as she felt my hardness filling her up inside.
"Oh, Ben!" she sighed as her legs wrapped around my hips to pull me even deeper.
"Oh, Adrienne!" I gasped as I clutched her shoulders and buried my face against her neck. We weren't even moving, and yet I couldn't imagine anything better than the simple feeling of being inside of her.
Of course, we didn't stay unmoving forever. Adrienne was breathing shallowly when she began to roll her hips, fucking herself on me just a few inches at a time. I soon joined her rhythm, the pace coming naturally and organically, as if our heartbeats had synchronized.
Together, we drifted off to another plane of consciousness where nothing existed but the two of us making love, our bodies surging and undulating together, as if we were dancing a tango without ever getting to our feet. Our mouths never closed, perpetually open for erotic gasps and moans and hot kisses.
And we needed no spoken words. I heard the soft plea "Make love to me, Ben" in her every whimper. She heard "I'm making love to you, Adrienne" in my every grunt. And together we thrust and humped and grinded in harmony as our mutual orgasms built higher and higher and higher.
And together, we went over the edge, our moans escalating into cries of ecstasy as the pleasure exploded inside both of us at the same time.
When the rest of the world came back to me, I realized that I was on Adrienne's bed, in her room, in her empty house. The dim light from the single bedside table lamp cast a soft yellow glow over Adrienne's gorgeous face, reflecting the beads of sweat that dotted her forehead.
Her eyes glowed with an internal golden luminescence. Her dainty nose peaked above her open mouth as she panted softly and stared deeply into my eyes.
I sighed in utter satisfaction, feeling myself go limp inside her now swamped pussy. And with a little smile I bent down and rubbed my nose against hers tenderly.
She smiled as she saw the look of utter rapture on my face, both happy with her own pleasure and thrilled that she'd given me mine. And then in a soft but clear voice, Adrienne said, "I've fallen in love with you, Ben. I have. I do. I love you."
And still riding the glow of one of the greatest orgasms of my life, I smiled and warmly replied, "I love you, too."
Love is a tricky thing, especially for a just-17-year-old boy. It's an extremely powerful emotion to begin with. But for teenagers, sadness becomes suicidal depression, happiness becomes boundless joy, and frustration becomes violent anger.
And young love becomes Heaven on Earth.
For the rest of the week, I forgot about everything else and everyone else in my life. There only existed one person ... Adrienne.
I didn't spend my Spring Break bonding with my siblings. I didn't have my old crew of friends to play basketball with. And even when Keira smiled and waved to me as I jogged down the street, I just gave her a short nod before hurrying up and going over to Adrienne's house. I was completely infatuated with the gorgeous, busty, blonde 16-year-old who both craved my attention and wanted to fuck my brains out.
Every day, Adrienne met me at her door with a mind-blowing nuclear kiss. Every day, we fucked like rabbits on the first surface we came across. Tuesday, it was the couch. Wednesday, it was the dining table. And on Thursday, we didn't even make it out of the foyer.
Once our initial lust was sated, we lounged around her house just talking and touching each other, often without bothering to put our clothes back on. She fed us just enough to get our energy back. And then we would screw some more.
Sometimes we just fucked each other. Adrienne was a very sexual creature, multi-orgasmic and very near insatiable. She truly proved her "All-Day" nickname that week. I sprayed my load down her throat, over her face, on her tits, and in her hair. I took her in her cunt, in her ass, on top, from behind, and while she rode me. We even fucked while I was standing up and she showed off her flexibility by wrapping her legs around my waist and then arching backwards until her hands were on the floor.
But sometimes we also made love. We cuddled and kissed softly, without tongues. Adrienne usually only had one orgasm those times, but she said that one was often more powerful than three fucking orgasms combined.
And sometimes, we even got dressed and went back to my house to visit with my sisters. I may have had no interest in further bonding, but Adrienne was and the twins were delighted to have an older, cool girl to dispense advice on everything ranging from fashion to music to boys. And Brooke just looked at Adrienne as her idol. I learned a lot more about my girlfriend from watching her interact with my family, and I came away realizing that there was much more to her than blonde cheeriness and good looks. She had a desperate craving for family attention and an inherent sweetness in the way she dealt with my sisters.
In one week, I felt like I got even closer to Adrienne than I had in nearly a year with Megan. After all, I was spending 8 hours a day completely alone with Adrienne, whereas my previous relationship with Megan and Cassidy mostly consisted of Monday afternoons and Friday evenings, just two partial-days out of the week and even then, splitting my attention between two girls. Everything was just accelerated with Adrienne.
Our love for each other grew and grew and burned white hot.
But then you know what they say about white hot love.
On Monday, back at school, I was cruising down the hallway towards my next period. Jae Choi and some of his friends passed by in the other direction. He and I exchanged greetings and went on our way. Lynne Arian and some other girls also went past and we shared little smiles. I also passed Elyse Laughton, who pointedly ignored me.
And then a voice I wasn't expecting called out to me. "Hey, Ben!"
I turned and went rigidly still in shock. My jaw waggled up and down for a second as I stared at the cute redhead before me, and I stammered, "Uh, hi ... uh, hi, Cassidy..." I managed to spit out.
She snorted. "A month with the blonde bimbo and you forget my name or something?"
"No, no. I just ... uh..." I stuttered before looking slightly miffed. I was about to reprimand Cassidy for calling my girlfriend a bimbo, but then I recognized that Cassidy had every reason to hate Adrienne, so I let it slide for now and kept my mouth shut.
Cassidy rolled her eyes. "Boys ... My mom told me not to expect too much. They say boys are three years behind girls on maturity at this age. You're barely seventeen with a 20-year-old's dick and a 14-year-old's brains. Happy birthday, by the way."
"Uh, thanks." I looked around, consciously hunting for Megan or someone else from my crew, as if Cassidy and I would get caught and be in trouble for talking to each other. Then I looked back at my ex-girlfriend. "Uh, I thought you guys weren't talking to me anymore."
She shrugged. Neither Megan nor Cassidy HAD talked to me in over two weeks. Some of the others did. Abigail and Allison Sanders had been polite, if not openly friendly. Daniel and Sung would at least acknowledge my presence and even exchange small greetings when convenient. But none of my old crew would go out of their way to hang out with me, save one. Kenny could care less about the romantic complications. We'd been buddies since fifth grade and he still hung out with me whenever he wasn't with the old crew.
But certainly not Megan or Cassidy. It still hurt to see them pointedly ignoring me, and to now see one of them right up front and talking to me surprised the hell out of me. But it was a pleasant surprise. I got over my initial shock and then stepped forward with a smile on my face. "Hi, Cassidy," I said warmly, my eyes searching hers with some hope. "How've you been?"
She shrugged again. "Okay, I guess. All things considering. I mean, my boyfriend DID break my heart and all," she frowned wistfully and swayed lightly as if a breeze had come up.
My eyebrows furrowed but Cassidy held her hand up to forestall any response from me. "Anyways," she said. "I just wanted to tell you that we decided on a truce. Megan wants to move on, and it takes more effort to actively ignore you than to just let it go. You were her first, Ben; her first everything. So you've gotta understand that she's pretty hurt. But boys will be boys and it's not like we really thought we'd be together forever. So the next time she sees you, Megan's not gonna give you the cold shoulder. Don't expect her to be thrilled and hug you or anything, but she'll at least say 'hi'."
I let out a long breath I hadn't even realized I was holding. In truth, Megan had been my first girlfriend as well, and I felt an overwhelming sense of relief that she might eventually stop hating me, even if she never really forgave me. That brought me up to my second girlfriend, and my gaze darted up to Cassidy's bright green eyes. "What about you?" I asked softly. "I'm so sorry I hurt you, too, Freh-, uh, Cassidy."
She took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, wrapping her arms around herself. And gradually, a smile crossed her face. "I still like it when you call me 'Freckles'. I miss you, Ben. I never hated you. And now that Megan's lifting the whole 'ban on Ben' thing, I'm hoping we can be friends again."
I broke out into a wide grin. "I'd really like that."
Cassidy smiled and without another word, she stepped forward and gave me a warm hug. And as my arms tightened around her, I felt her shudder and take a deep breath, as if she was inhaling my scent. She sagged against me and rested her forehead on my shoulder, just breathing slowly. And in a quiet voice, she murmured, "I really miss you."
I patted her back. "You, too, Freckles."
When Cassidy released me, at first she only pulled back a few inches, her face right in front of mine, and for a second I thought we were about to kiss. But then she just patted her own lips a couple times and backed further away. Her eyes were moist and a wan smile crossed her face.
Shrugging, she lifted her headphones and popped them over her ears while turning about to walk away. "See ya around, Ben."
Change was gradual. My old friends had almost gotten used to thinking of me as off-limits, so our initial interactions weren't exactly comfortable. It actually took a day or two to move beyond acknowledging each other in the hallways to actually hanging out and chatting. And of course I was still eating lunch with Adrienne and her crew. But progress was being made. After all, we'd been friends since grade school.
One of the Sanders twins would walk with me to our next class. Sung and I would discuss upcoming homework. And Megan at least said "Good morning, Ben," when we ran into each other outside the bathrooms.
And of course there was Kenny, asking me for advice on how to get into Mizuho Nishioka's panties.
By Friday, I knew I was back in the fold. I bumped into Kenny, Sung, Daniel, and Elaine all together and the boys invited me to join them for Saturday's basketball game.
"Great!" I answered, thrilled at the invite. "So I'll see you all tomorrow?"
"Yeah, but, uh, Sung here is usually late," Kenny elbowed our friend in the ribs. "Did you know this guy started dating Stephanie Vo?"
I arched an eyebrow and laughed. "No, didn't know." I slapped Sung on the arm. "Congrats, man. Steph's cool."
Sung grinned. "At least I still show up." He turned to Daniel. "This guy isn't even playing ball tomorrow."
Daniel shrugged and looked at Elaine. "Gotta go find a tux. Prom is just around the corner."
"Oh, right," I nodded. Adrienne had already insisted that we go together to the Junior Prom. But as I looked at Elaine, I was suddenly seized with a measure of guilt. Pinching my eyebrows together, I looked at her and asked softly, "Uh, are Megan and Cassidy going?"
Elaine lifted her chin proudly. "Yeah. They've both got dates."
Feeling just a small spark of jealousy, I hurriedly asked, "Who?"
Elaine smiled, a rather evil smile if you ask me. "Guess you'll find out next Saturday." And then with a little smirk, she tugged on Daniel's arm and led the two of them away.
I had no right to be jealous. Clearly, I'd relinquished my rights over Megan and Cassidy and on top of that, had a new girlfriend of my own.
But I was still curious.
"Hey, Tiger." Adrienne opened the door herself, looking absolutely stunning in a dark red dress that pooled around her curvaceous figure, highlighting everything it needed to. The plunging V-neck not only exposed her abundant cleavage, but dropped low enough to also show the undercurve of her breasts back away from each other. And the satin texture fabric promised to be soft beneath my hands and absolutely brilliant in the lights of the ballroom.
Her light blonde hair was up and delicately twirled. Her makeup was both alluring and deeply sensual. And her hazel eyes had that golden glow that set my heart on fire. She was always GORGEOUS. But the way she looked now defied the English language.
My eyes flew wide open. My jaw dropped. And I literally started drooling. And when Adrienne looked at me with some mild concern and said, "Ben?" I just sort of squeaked.
"You like the dress?" she asked.
"We can't go," I said with a moan of sorrow, my eyes locked onto her chest, where her big tits showed off a lushly abundant amount of flesh.
Self-consciously, Adrienne covered her cleavage with one arm and asked in a panic, "What's wrong?"
Still staring in a state of stupor, I managed to croak. "I can't ... I can't put you in my car." My beater 11-year-old Corolla just would NOT do for such a stunning creature. "Oh, SHIT. I should have just spent the money on a limo. Holy crap, Adrienne ... you're so ... exquisite. No-no-no. Wait here. I'll, uh, I'll call a limo company."
"Ben!" Adrienne giggled and then hit me with her clutch purse. "Relax."
But I was already hyperventilating and starting to babble. And so rolling her eyes, Adrienne simply stepped forward and planted a nuclear kiss on me, shutting me up and forcing me to stop breathing entirely.
When she pulled away, I was in a daze, panting softly. But at least I wasn't in a panic anymore. "Wow..." I groaned as I got my bearings and my breathing calmed down.
"Thanks," I started, relieved to get the panic out of the way. "But seriously, I can't take you in my car."
Adrienne giggled and then pulled me inside. "Fine." And then she turned and dug through a nearby drawer, coming out with the keys to her Mustang. With a grin, she tossed them to me. "You drive. I'll just sit beside you and look pretty."
Oh I loved this girl.
Our school was big enough to have separate Junior and Senior Proms. Most of Adrienne's friends were Seniors and wouldn't be there, so in an odd twist to the usual social pecking order, I was actually close friends with more people than Adrienne was.
But everyone still knew WHO Adrienne Dennis was. And as we walked in, male jaws dropped in a twenty-foot radius around us, most of them almost immediately pinched in anger by their respective dates. One guy even swore, "Holy SHIT!" when he saw Adrienne in her stunning outfit.
On the way over to the photographer to take our souvenir portrait, I saw Sung and Stephanie and waved to them, getting friendly waves back. Adrienne also saw a few other Junior-class cheerleaders and they waved to each other. We even saw Drew Walker with one of the aforementioned Junior-class cheerleaders, and to my surprise, the basketball star looked my way and offered me a standard 'what's-up' head nod. I nodded back automatically, amazed at how much the world can change in only a month. And then I found myself scanning the crowd looking for Megan and Cassidy.
I didn't find them on my initial pass. And then with a little smile, Adrienne tugged on my arm to get my attention back on her. She gave me a look that said, 'Hey, remember me? Your date?'
I smiled and nodded to her and then leaned over to peck her cheek, causing Adrienne to smile happily. And then we saw Lynne Arian with her date and Adrienne hustled us over to Adrienne's closest friend in attendance.
The cute, petite brunette was with a handsome guy I didn't recognize. She saw us and excused herself from her date for a moment, and then Lynne and Adrienne came together to share air kisses and compliment the other on how they looked. "You look beautiful tonight, Lynne!"
"Right," the brunette deadpanned. "I'm practically invisible next to you, Miss Too- Gorgeous-for-Words."
Adrienne giggled but I put in, "You really are beautiful, Lynne."
"Aww, thanks, Ben," she replied, this time more sincerely.
"So who's the date?" Adrienne teased. "I'd have thought you'd talk Candy into letting you take Trevor for a night."
Lynne blushed. "You guys missed out a lot down in La Jolla. Being with Trevor was nice for a few nights, but he really belongs to Candy. And once I got it out of my system I got him out of my system, too."
Adrienne nodded thoughtfully. "That's good. That's good. But you still haven't told me who that hunk over there is."
"Ah, yes," Lynne blushed. "He IS cute, isn't he? Too bad he's my cousin. My mom set us up when I couldn't find a date."
"Sure you could have!" Adrienne frowned. "Or you could have told me and we would have found you a totally hot guy. Someone not-family you could actually hook up with tonight."
Lynne just giggled. "You, girl, have sex on the brain all day, A.D." Then the brunette glanced over to me. "Drink lots of fluids tonight, Ben."
"I will."
"C'mon," Lynne offered and nodded her head back towards her date. "I'll introduce you guys."
Adrienne, Lynne, a few other Junior-class cheerleaders, and all us respective dates hung out in a big crowd together. I'd gotten rather used to hanging out with Adrienne's clique and even though I could be friends again with my old crew, I still felt too weird about bringing Adrienne over to go hang out with them.
On the other hand, I did spot the group and found that Cassidy's date was Derek Rigby, the guy who'd been asking me about her last semester. He looked absolutely thrilled to be standing next to the cute redhead, and for a moment I felt happy for the guy. He'd been crushing on Cassidy for several months now.
But to my further surprise and consternation, Megan was with Juan Cabrera, a prototypical tall, dark, and handsome Latin lover. He was a Senior and also had a bit of a reputation for bedding a variety of girls. And at the moment he was rubbing Megan's naked shoulders and whispering in her ear as she giggled. I felt a flare of green jealousy shooting through me while the muscles in my arms tensed.
As the minutes ticked by, I found myself peeking over to their group with some regularity, constantly monitoring what the suave and sexy hunk was doing to my ex-girlfriend. Adrienne glanced over at me a few times, noting my distraction but saying nothing as she was involved in some animated conversation with her girls. And when Juan moved off and headed for the drink tables, I saw my opportunity.
I touched Adrienne's elbow and said quickly, "Excuse me for a minute." And then I strode quickly over to where Megan was waiting for Juan to return. In the meantime, Elaine had moved in and was initiating a new conversation just as I walked up.
Both girls stiffened as I approached. Megan still had a world of hurt in her eyes as she looked at me, and then she just went quiet and stared at me, waiting for me to make the first move.
"Hi, Megan," I said a little awkwardly.
"Hey," she responded in a monotone. I realized then that we really hadn't spoken to each other, even since my exile-status had been rescinded. Not a real conversation at least.
"How are you doing?" I asked carefully.
She sighed and tilted her head a bit to the side. "I'm okay. I'm okay. Life goes on."
Elaine was clutching Megan's elbow by now and Megan turned to say to her friend, "It's okay. Can you give me a minute with Ben?"
Elaine looked to Megan for confirmation, and then after getting a reassuring nod, she glared at me and walked over to Daniel. I frowned as I realized that I'd been seeing Megan and Elaine together as a pair much more often lately instead of Megan and Cassidy.
"So what's up, Ben?" Megan turned and fixed me with a slightly-forced smile.
I shrugged. "I just felt like I needed to talk to you."
"So talk."
"Please don't be like this, Megan," I said softly.
"Like what? What do you want from me, Ben?" Megan exhaled and looked away. "We can't go back to being friends the way we were. Too much has happened."
"I just ... I just want to do whatever I can so that you don't hate me anymore," I said wearily.
"I don't hate you. I pity you. Cassidy and I would have done anything for you, Ben. Anything. We were in LOVE. And you fucked it up."
I winced and turned away. Just then, I caught sight of Juan by the drinks table, holding up two cups of punch and chatting with one of his friends. Nodding my head over that way, I asked quietly. "Are you and Juan, uh, dating?"
Megan rolled her eyes. "No, of course not. I needed a date and Stephanie set us up. You and I have only been broken up a month, Ben." She frowned. "I'm still ... I'm still trying to get over it. And unlike you, I can't just fall in love with the next pair of tits that goes by."
"I didn't just fall in love with the next pair of tits."
Megan shrugged. "And yet you did." She waved back towards Adrienne. "You got over me and Cassidy pretty quick."
"Megan..."
She held up her hand. "Just save it, Ben. It's okay." The cute brunette sighed and shrugged. "I shouldn't have gotten my expectations up. You're just a guy."
Before I could really respond, Juan showed up with the two punch cups, handing one to his date. Megan immediately took a sip and gave me a look that clearly said our conversation was over.
"Hey, Ben," Juan offered casually.
"Hey, Juan," I nodded and then started backing away, feeling resigned. "You two have a good evening."
"You okay?" Adrienne asked as I returned to the group.
I took a deep breath and then nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." And then I smiled and squeezed Adrienne's hand a little tighter. "How could I not be fine when I'm with you?"
Her eyes sparkled and she flashed me rows of pearly white teeth. "Good answer."
And then Adrienne looked past me to where Megan was already getting into her conversation with Juan. Touching my shoulder, she said encouragingly, "Don't take it personally. She's just hurt and it'll take time before you can be friends again. A girl just needs her space..."
16 Chapter 14: Reconnecting II
We'd come to the dancing portion of the evening and I proceeded to prove I was at least moderately coordinated as I hopped around the floor with Adrienne. I didn't know any formal steps or waltzes or anything, but I could keep my feet to the rhythm whether it was a fast or slow song.
During the fast ones, we all danced in a group and Adrienne twirled amongst everyone, giggling and flirting almost constantly. As usual, she charmed all the guys and even some of the girls, and I saw quite a bit of her natural charisma that made her a shoo-in to be the next year's Cheer Captain.
During the slow songs, my girlfriend molded her body to mine and swayed with me, pushing the envelope of how close to miming sex she could get away with without adult chaperone interference. More than once, I had to remind myself to gaze into her eyes instead of ogling the firm breasts I felt being pressed into my chest.
We also began trading partners. Lynne wasn't a big fan of slow-dancing with her cousin, so I had several turns with her. I also was free to dance with some of the other girls as Adrienne was a popular dance partner and other guys were frequently asking me if they could cut in. The gorgeous blonde soaked up all the attention, but I was pleased to see that she never ground her crotch against them or pushed her tits into their chest, as much as the guys might have wanted her to.
I also took a few breaks to sit down and rest. Fitting with her reputation, Adrienne could also dance all day, but I needed a breather here and there. It was during one such break that I felt a tap on my shoulder and then a cute redhead popped into view. "Hiii, Ben," Cassidy beamed at me.
"Hey!" I said with happiness in my voice.
"Can I steal you for a dance?" She asked with a twinkle in her green eyes, and the opening bars of a brand new pop/country ballad started up.
"Sure, thing," I beamed and took her hand as we moved out onto the dance floor. Quickly we assumed the standard high school position with her arms around my neck and my hands on her waist, and as we swayed Cassidy let her head tilt to the side as she looked up at me rapturously.
"Mmm ... I miss doing this with you, Ben," she sighed.
"We didn't dance much, Freckles," I chuckled.
"Not just dancing. Just feeling your arms wrapped around me," she hummed.
"C'mon. I've seen you have a few slow dances with Derek tonight."
"Not that. It's different from feeling YOU." There was a hitch in her voice. "I still miss you, Ben."
I took a deep breath, not sure how to deal with that particular phrase. We were broken up and I was with someone new. It wouldn't be right for me to dwell on the past right now. So I stayed silent and we just kept moving as the song launched into its chorus.
"Hmm, I love this song," Cassidy purred as she squeezed a little tighter, pulling our bodies an extra inch closer so that our torsos were just bumping into each other. And as I looked down, I saw her mouth moving as she began lip synching to the song.
/ Livin' might mean takin' chances, but they're worth takin' / Lovin' might be a mistake, but it's worth makin' / Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter / When you come close to sellin' out reconsider / Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance / And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance / I hope you daaaaaance!
As Cassidy hit that first line of the chorus, she put a little more force into her hips, pushing herself against me and causing us to sway in a big arc together, spinning us around in a way that made me gasp and Cassidy to giggle as we quickly slowed down again.
I felt a rush of adrenaline pump through me as I was momentarily afraid we would fall, and my heart was racing as I we regained our balance. As for Cassidy, there was no mistaking the beaming smile on her face and as the song continued, she tugged herself even closer to me.
And when Cassidy's green eyes flickered up and she looked at me, all I could see was the girl I once loved, looking at me with an expression of such joy and happiness. I recognized the look in her eyes. She wanted to be kissed.
Fractionally, I moved my head down towards hers. It just felt so natural to do so. We'd done it what felt like a million times. And as my head bent down, I saw her close her eyes and tilt her face up to meet me.
But at the last moment, I remembered that I wasn't dating Cassidy anymore. She wasn't my girlfriend. And in fact, my girlfriend might very well be watching me at this very instant. And just in time, I turned my head and Cassidy's lips met my cheek.
She pressed against it for a moment before jerking herself back, surprised that I'd turned away. Immediately, a hurt expression crossed her face.
Biting my lip, I held her at arm's length. "I'm sorry, Cassidy," I began, deliberately using her full name. "I wanted to, but you know I shouldn't."
Her eyebrows went up in a wistful expression, but she sighed and nodded. "Sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have tempted you. But like I said, I miss you, Ben."
The song was winding down and I took a step back from Cassidy, glancing over to see if Adrienne had witnessed my near-miss at kissing another girl. But she was too occupied with the current boy fawning all over her and showering her with all his attention. I sighed in relief and then looked back to Cassidy with a smile. "I'll see you at school?"
She smiled and nodded her head in a half-bow. "Of course." And then still with that serene smile, Cassidy turned and headed back to her own group.
I stared after the cute redhead, musing on how it felt so natural to want to kiss her, but that I'd held myself back. Maybe I was starting to learn some self-control. In any case, I exhaled with relief that I hadn't gotten caught and returned back to my girlfriend.
Dancing with Cassidy DID seem to break the ice between me and my old crew. Once they saw that even my ex-girlfriend was reconnecting with me, and that my new girlfriend wasn't objecting, we began to intermingle.
Abigail and Allison Sanders were the first to hop over and request dances with me. I also took a turn each with Stephanie Vo and Anh Le. And the new intermingling also prompted Kenny to ask for dances with some of the Junior cheerleaders.
Of course, I didn't go near Megan again, and Elaine still wanted nothing to do with me. But all in all, I enjoyed myself much more being able to interact with my old friends at such a big social event like Junior Prom.
In the end, I didn't dance that much with Adrienne. That was okay. She had a much more intimate (and horizontal) dance planned for us later on.
"Gawd, Ben! I NEED you right now!" Adrienne was clutching my arm and rubbing her hand in my crotch less than a minute after I pulled out of the parking lot, action that made me swerve in my lane.
"Whoa! Whoa! Adrienne," I half-yelled while jerking the steering wheel to get us back into line. "I'm driving! Your car!"
She calmed down ... sort of. "Then you'd better find somewhere quiet ... NOW." Her hand was back in my crotch, this time deftly unzipping my tuxedo pants.
A minute later, my cock was in her mouth and I was groaning as I slowly took the next exit ramp at only 30 mph, causing the Benz behind me to flash his headlights and honk in annoyance. I didn't care. I was getting a VERY enthusiastic blowjob from a gorgeous 16-year-old blonde and it took all my spare focus not to crash.
They say your brain is smarter than you are. I'm not sure how I got there, but I wound up turning into a new housing construction project that was completely empty at this late hour on a Saturday night. The only paved roads that were complete were those leading to the sales office and model homes, and at the last second I skipped the turn towards the sales office and went around back behind some homes that were only half-built.
The streetlights weren't even installed yet and the moment I turned off the engine, the headlights went out and plunged us into the darkness. Adrienne picked her head out of my lap, looked around, and ordered, "Get out of the car."
She was already popping the door to her side by the time I managed to open my own door, not even bothering to zip myself up. Adrienne circled around and then climbed onto the Mustang's hood, which had been warmed during the drive but wasn't too hot.
My intensely aroused girlfriend then squirmed and wriggled on top of the car, grabbing the hem of her own dress and yanking it upwards to her waist. And then I realized that she was without panties, and had likely been panty-less for the entire evening.
The only illumination was the moonlight, which cast the lovely teenager in dark shadows and gave her skin an ethereal glow. And the pale light also reflected her eyes, which were wild and stormy as Adrienne leaned back and growled, "Eat me, Tiger."
"You're certainly hot to trot tonight," I grinned. "All the guys showering you with attention at Prom?"
"You should've seen me after a football game," she laughed. "All those men ogling me in my cheerleading outfit for more than three hours? Gawd dammit I got so horny! Now shut up and eat me!"
I went to work.
Adrienne coated my face with nectar twice within a few minutes. I got the distinct impression that she'd already been fingering herself while sucking me on the drive over. And after her second orgasm she picked her torso up and started shifting around, looking for the best position to get fucked.
At first, Adrienne wanted me to climb onto the hood with her, but the waxed surface was a little too slippery and sloped and she wound up just sliding off and standing in front of the grill. And to my absolute delight, Adrienne then spread her legs, lifted the back of her dress over her naked ass, and bent over the hood invitingly.
I knew what I was supposed to do.
At 5'10" not including heels, Adrienne was the perfect height for my entry from behind. And she was certainly wet enough. So on the first lunge, I skewered her cunt on my cock and rammed her forward hard enough to make her chest thump against the hood.
"Ohhh, FUCK, Ben!" she groaned.
And then I slammed forward and bumped her into the hood again.
And again.
And again and again and again.
Midway through our lusty fuck, I pulled down the straps of Adrienne's dress and let her slip her arms out of the loops, which bunched up the satiny fabric together at her waist. The bra was next and then my hands went around to palm her heaving tits, squeezing them as I aggressively pounded my girlfriend from behind.
In the darkness, most of the details of her naked back were washed out, leaving only her silhouette and the dusky gray moonlight rippling over her back in an ever changing array of shadows. This gave her perfect, peach-shaped ass the most amazing appearance, and it was such a thrill to watch my thick column of man flesh pushing in and out of her body.
"That's it! Fuck me, Ben! Harder! Pound me! FUCK! Fucking FUCK!" Adrienne cursed and moaned and flung her hips back at me even harder. I recognized her particular mood from the times Keira just bent herself over a couch and needed me to simply ravage her body without thought or care. And that was fine with me.
When a girl got into a mood like this, it didn't matter if I was trying to make her cum. Actually, it was better when I wasn't trying to make her cum, as if the concept of me just using her cunt as a masturbatory device turned her on. So it was with Adrienne while I pounded her over the hood of her own car, and soon enough she began wailing at the top of her lungs as her orgasm went crashing over her like a tsunami.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!" she yelled before her breath gave out. And after a deep inhalation, she simply started screaming "Fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!" again.
I powered my way into her clenching pussy all through Adrienne's orgasm. And after she finished cumming, she collapsed against the hood and just lay there limply while I kept on pumping my cock in and out of her half-naked body.
I was on such a power trip that I could have kept going forever. But Adrienne soon got her energy back as she began humping herself back at me, and then she reached back and grabbed her own buttcheeks, pulling them to the sides. "Fuck my ass, Ben. Finish in my ass. Fill up my bowels with your hot cum."
I didn't respond verbally, just growling as I pulled out of her sodden pussy and aimed my soaked dickhead at her puckered anus. Adrienne exhaled and relaxed her sphincter as I began pressing forward, and with typical ease I pushed through that tight ring and started burrowing down my girlfriend's teenaged anal chute.
"Ungh," she grunted when I hit rock bottom. And then Adrienne was rhythmically thrusting her ass back at me while I started in on my pumping motions. "Yes..." she crooned.
After a minute, Adrienne just let her arms collapse onto the hood, pressing her chest against the warm metal while her lower body jiggled each time I reamed out her bunghole. "Fuck me, Ben. Fuck my ass. Cum in my ass, Ben. I'm going to go home and crawl into bed with your cum leaking out of my stretched asshole, Ben. Fuck me..."
I had already started getting close while I drilled myself in and out of Adrienne's rectum. But hearing those words got me even more turned on and I started thrusting faster, barreling towards my own release.
Adrienne picked up on my renewed energy and she kept up her naughty chatter. "Mmm ... fill me, Ben. I'm going to lie under the sheets while your cock cream drizzles out of my ass. I'm going to wipe it off my thighs and suck your cum into my mouth. And when there's no more on my thighs I'm going to stick two fingers into my poor, little, abused asshole and scoop even more out. Fill me, Ben! Fill me! OHH! Cum in my ass, Ben! I'm cumming too! I'm cumming too! Cum in ME! AAAAHHHH!"
Adrienne shrieked. I screamed. And with my pelvis compressing her asscheeks into her own body and my heavy weight crushing her tits even more forcefully against the hood of the car, my cock erupted in the depths of the gorgeous 16- year-old's bowels where the moonlight would never shine.
My throat felt sore from the power of that first yell. But when I took a breath, I felt another wad of cum exploding out of me into my girlfriend's asshole and I started yelling again. Adrienne was screaming right along with me, our voices echoing off the bare walls and wooden frames of the unfinished homes around us.
And then we were done. I could only imagine how we might look to an outsider. A 16-year-old blonde babe, completely naked save for a Prom dress squished into a wide band that was more belt than dress at this point. She was bent over the hood of a cherry red Mustang, her massive tits pressed to the hot metal while a young man, fully dressed in a tuxedo, had his cock embedded in her ass, his pants puddled around his ankles.
The situation was out of a wet dream. And if this was how Junior Prom went, I could only imagine how crazy Senior Prom might be.
Junior Prom was most likely the high point of my relationship with Adrienne. That's not to say it was all downhill from there, far from it. But while there were peaks ahead, intensity like Prom can't last forever.
The immediate drop-off in my relationship with Adrienne came with her period. Now the last time she had her period, my girlfriend had still been perfectly willing to give me blowjobs and she even got her own orgasms during anal sex. But this particular period was announced first by some really evil PMS and then later by wicked cramping.
It started when I casually slipped my hand onto Adrienne's ass as we were leaving school. She batted my hand away and barked at me, "Is that ALL you think about?"
Immediately I was apologetic, but my girlfriend already started off on a PMS- induced tirade in which she complained that I was distracting her away from her studies and how her GPA had been dropping ever since she started dating me.
I offered to help her study but she rolled her eyes and air quoted, "Translation: Ben want to fuck even more."
"No, I really mean 'study'," I insisted.
But she wasn't buying it and proceeded to verbally bite my head off. I quickly learned to just shut up and take it until she ran out of steam. And then Brooke, who had been hanging back, finally approached and asked if we were going home.
I kissed my girlfriend on the cheek, drove home, and wound up doing a puzzle with Brooke after we finished our homework.
I didn't DARE to go over to Adrienne's house.
The next day, she apologized profusely, but didn't invite me to her place. And by the end of the week, she was bitching about cramps and I didn't dare to bring up even the concept of sex.
And then came Friday.
I was in front of my locker in between periods when someone behind me said, "Hey, Ben," in a sultry voice.
I turned and saw a beautiful bottle-blonde with curly hair and tits that were not only on display in her scoop-neck halter, but were actually pushing upwards above the fabric of her top, forming two spherical mounds as if there were cantaloupes in her bra. Her dark eyes were nicely accented by heavy makeup, giving her the sensual, alluring quality of a porn star. I recognized her but had never personally talked to the girl. But I smiled at her sloping cleavage and replied, "Hey, Donna."
Donna Kincaid was one of the recognized sluts of the school. She wasn't a cheerleader or a prissy snob or even a stoner. She just loved sex and everybody knew about it. Now I'd gotten around a bit in the last year, but everyone knew she'd gotten around even more. Her known "hit list" was pretty extensive.
Personally, I knew Drew Walker and Adrienne's ex Robbie Pederson were on her list of conquests. And as Donna slid up to me, I got the distinct impression that I was her next target. And since I hadn't gotten laid since Monday, the idea wasn't exactly repulsive to me.
"How you doin'?" she asked me casually while fluttering her eyes at me and jutting out her hips. She also did this leaning thing which put her cleavage on further display without seeming to slouch or otherwise lower her height.
"Uh, I'm good, I'm good," I nodded agreeably while ogling what was being offered.
"And how are things going with Adrienne?" she asked sweetly.
My frown was instinctive, giving away my mood before I recovered and smiled. "Fine, just fine."
"That bad, huh?" Donna's eyebrows went up as she sighed sympathetically. "Problems in paradise? The honeymoon phase over?"
I arched an eyebrow. "Uh, I don't think that's any of your business, Donna."
She shrugged. "Couldn't help but notice you've been dragging your feet the past couple of days, Ben."
"And why would you notice a guy like me dragging his feet, Donna?"
Her smile turned from sympathetic to predatory. "Because a guy like you has quite the reputation around school, Ben. Word is you've rocked the world of more than your fair share of girls this year. Supposedly even little Lynne Arian raves about your beautiful cock. Can't blame a girl for being curious."
Donna then took a step forward. "And word is there's more than one girl just waiting for you to become available so they can find out if the rumors are true."
Holding Donna's gaze steady, I asked, "And are you one of them?"
Donna's grin bared her teeth. "I'm not one to wait until you become available."
True enough. She'd stolen Robbie Pederson before he'd broken up with Adrienne and she'd banged Drew Walker several times while he was dating Cassidy. But I stayed firm in my love for my girlfriend. "I'm not cheating on Adrienne, Donna."
She shrugged, still smiling as she turned her profile to me. "Not like you haven't done it before, Ben."
"Not on Adrienne," I said gruffly, already getting turned off by the conversational direction. "Some people learn from past mistakes."
Sighing, the sexy blonde tilted her head. "Your loss. I won't be around much longer," she stated, referring to her impending graduation. But then Donna quickly stepped into me, pressing her chest into mine and putting her face right next to my ear. "But if the urge ever strikes you, Ben," she husked while fondling my ass. "Call me ... anytime."
I felt warm lips pressing to my cheek while I felt a piece of paper sliding into my back pocket. And then a gruff "Ahem" got both our attentions.
Adrienne was standing not three feet away, arms crossed over her prodigious bosom. Her expression was NOT one of amusement.
Donna quickly released her arms from around me and stepped back. She smiled sweetly at my girlfriend and in greeting, said, "Adrienne!"
"Donna..." Adrienne growled threateningly. My girlfriend was still cramping and looked ready to take the older blonde's head off.
"See ya around, Ben," Donna said in a sing-song voice, and then she skipped off, leaving me alone with one steaming girlfriend.
"Nothing happened, Adrienne," I said reassuringly.
"Uh-huh," my girlfriend grunted, clearly not believing me. Then she reached forward and scraped her fingers along my cheek, holding up the red stain of lipstick that now dotted her fingertips.
I squirmed and started to explain but Adrienne just held up a hand to shush me. "Don't want to hear it. Just get to class," she barked.
"Yes'm," I bent my head and then scurried away.
This week SUCKED.
I was heading for the parking lot after the last class of the week, cranky and eager to get home.
"You okay, Ben?"
I glanced to the side to see Cassidy fall into step beside me, pulling her headphones down around her neck and thumbing her CD player off.
"Trouble in paradise?" the redhead asked.
I frowned. "Why does everyone keep saying that?"
She giggled and shook her head. "Sorry. You just look like you're having girlfriend problems. You had the same look on your face whenever Megan got mad at you."
"It's nothing. Really." The last thing I wanted to do was explain how my girlfriend was PMSing and cramping and it was fucking up my sex life.
"Okay, okay," Cassidy help up her hands. "But you want some advice?"
I looked hopefully at Cassidy. ANYTHING to stop the torture. "Sure."
"Just give her a little space," Cassidy reasoned. "From what I've seen of Adrienne, she's got some girl thing going on, like her body is not cooperating with her or something. Is she on her period?"
I arched an eyebrow. "Yeah. You can tell?"
"Happens to all of us," Cassidy shrugged. "Nothing you can do. Another girl might be able to help keep her calm, but since guys don't bleed, you'll never understand. So just back off and wait. The cramps can't last forever. And Adrienne loves you, Ben. She'll come around."
"Do I have to?" I frowned. I didn't WANT to wait. I wanted to get LAID, and I still felt the crinkle of that piece of paper in my back pocket, the one with Donna Kincaid's phone number on it. But I wasn't so desperate that I'd go looking to cheat.
Cassidy just giggled at the look on my face. "What? Mr. Stud-muffin Ben has never gone this long without getting laid?"
I rolled my eyes.
She laughed some more and patted me on the back. "Suck it up, big boy. She'll come around."
I sighed and nodded. "Thanks, Freckles."
"No problem."
Just then, Adrienne came walking up with Brooke in tow, Brooke's acolytes Erin Roberts and Jennifer Vo following the pair. They were chatting comfortably, but Adrienne stiffened when she saw I was with Cassidy.
"See ya later, Ben," Cassidy touched my elbow and then walked away.
Still in her foul mood, Adrienne walked up, leaned forward menacingly, and coldly glared at me. "What did SHE want?"
"Whoa, whoa." I held my hands up. "Cassidy's my friend. And actually, she told me to just give you some space. That you love me and if I just let you get through this everything will be alright in the end."
"Oh," Adrienne stood up straight, chagrined. "Okay. I'm sorry Ben. It's the cramps. I'm not usually this twitchy."
I managed a weak smile. "It's okay. I love you."
She smiled and leaned in to hug me. "Love ya too, Ben."
Giggling, Brooke jumped in a hugged me too. "Love you too, big bro!"
I groaned in embarrassment. Seriously, how many teenage boys want their little sisters announcing 'I love you' in front of the whole school?
But Adrienne just laughed and let me go. "I'll make it up to you, Ben," she promised.
"You're going down, Ben," Kenny glared, turning his back to me with one shoulder threateningly aimed back at my face.
I growled and crouched, readying myself for his attack. I hadn't gotten laid in almost a week, not even blowjobs, and I had some extra aggression to burn off.
It came without warning, Kenny spinning his body in the opposite direction while his left elbow came whistling past, forcing me to instinctively back away just enough to let him dribble by and give him a clear path into the lane. Daniel shouted a warning to Kaito, but it was too late. Kenny smirked, knowing he had beaten me...
... but I wasn't out of it yet. I grunted and darted after him, and just as Kenny rose up to toss in an easy layup, I leaped above him and swatted the ball, sending it flying away at a right angle to its intended path.
"Boo-yah!" I crowed, pumping my fist while Kenny slumped and sighed.
"Not bad!" a new voice called out from the direction of the ball. We all looked over to see Drew Walker and some of his Varsity B-ball teammates walking up, dressed to play in baggy shorts and sleeveless shirts. I glanced at Daniel and arched an eyebrow before returning my gaze to Drew, who was dribbling our ball as he approached.
There was an easy smile on Drew's face and he gave me the usual bro's head nod. "What's up, Ben? You guys got room for a few more players? Our usual court is doing city maintenance or some crap."
I glanced around. We had six on this Saturday and had been playing 3-on-3 halfcourt. Sung looked surprised Drew was even talking to me. Daniel had his chin up confidently.
"C'mon, we've got four, you got six," Drew dribbled and pointed to us. "I'd say that's tailor-made for 5-on-5, wouldn't you?"
I nodded, "You guys might be a little out of our league." Daniel and Kenny were both under 5'8". The shortest of them was 5'10" and I knew they all had ball skills.
"No problem. We'll split up. Whaddaya say? Games to 11 by ones and twos? Full court?" While Drew had all of his usual swagger, the sneer wasn't on his face and the guy genuinely seemed like he wanted to ball with us.
Daniel was grinning and I shrugged. "Let's do it."
Drew Walker ... playing basketball with me. I still remembered the day he'd body- checked me into the lockers. Life certainly had changed.
Of course, my team was up point-8 when Drew elbowed me in the ribs, causing me to hit the asphalt rather painfully, and this time there was no one to stop him as he drove the lane and actually dunked the ball.
He did come back to help me to my feet, grinning the whole while. I guess some guys are STILL rat bastards even when they're trying to be friendly.
"Making some new friends now, are we?" Adrienne grinned as she slipped her hand into mine on Monday. Her mood had much improved since the previous week.
I turned, smiled, and leaned forward so that we could give each other welcoming "hello" pecks. Then I arched my eyebrow as we started walking again, heading for the lunch line. "New friends?"
"Drew. Word is you guys were playing basketball together Saturday," Adrienne explained.
I rubbed my sore ribs where he'd checked me. "Yeah. How'd you know?"
Adrienne gave me a mysterious smile. "I see everything Ben. Didn't you know that?"
I feigned panicking and darted my head around as if I'd just gotten caught doing something naughty, to which Adrienne started giggling. And then she caught movement off to her left side and started grinning widely.
I saw the change in her expression and arched an eyebrow at her. "What?"
She giggled a bit more and said, "Well, uh, I've got a little surprise for you this afternoon. Think you can swing by my house after school?"
I smiled and nodded. Adrienne was certainly still on her period, but there was a big tube of KY Jelly at her place with my name on it.
Just as I started to fantasize about sodomizing my willing girlfriend, I felt a new hand sliding into mine from the left side and turned just in time to see Mizuho Nishioka beaming at me. "Hi, Ben," she leered, obvious desire in her eyes.
"Uh, hey Mizu," I stammered before glancing back at Adrienne with an interrogatory expression on my face. But my girlfriend just grinned enigmatically at me.
Mizuho just leaned in and husked right into my face, "Adrienne said you two were looking to add a little spice to your relationship."
"We were?" I asked in confusion. I hadn't been aware of any such conversation.
"So, how spicy do you want me this afternoon, Tiger?" Mizuho drawled, her mouth gaping open for an extra second as she panted in a way that made my heart flutter. Her use of Adrienne's pet name for me was just icing on the cake.
My eyes went wide as I looked to Adrienne for confirmation. She just smiled wickedly, and thoughts of threesomes started percolating in my brain.
Did I mention I LOVED Mondays?
On Tuesday I was strutting down the hallway towards Adrienne's locker. The previous afternoon had been incredible and I wanted to thank my girlfriend for a truly memorable three-way romp. I hadn't been able to screw her pussy, but we'd found many (many) other ways of finding pleasure.
Along the way, I passed Mizuho gabbing with a few of her friends and the perky Asian cheerleader took one look at me and grinned. Then she tilted her head towards me while muttering something, and then as one, four other girls rotated their heads to look at me with evaluative expressions on their faces. Mizuho topped it off by miming how much her buttcheeks hurt.
But unfortunately, I didn't find Adrienne by her locker or at her usual morning hang-out spot. Perhaps she was elsewhere on the campus or even looking for me. I shrugged. I'd meet her for lunch at the very least. And so I headed off for my first class, lest I be late.
I turned the corner just in time to see Jake Harbor walking at an angle to me, and instinctively I shrunk back. He hadn't bothered me at all since getting suspended a day for punching me, but I still preferred to avoid him whenever possible. I just felt awkward around the guy knowing I was banging his ex-girlfriend.
But then to my surprise, I saw Adrienne bounce out of the nearest hallway, toss her hair, and sidle up next to Jake. She did her hip bump thing with him, which made the handsome football star grin at the gorgeous blonde and then the two happily chatted as they cruised along.
My eyebrows furrowed and all the pleasant feelings I'd had for Adrienne disappeared in a green tidal wave. What the fuck was Adrienne doing giggling and flirting with Jake Harbor?
Just then, the bell rang. Adrienne and Jake were heading down one corridor while I had to turn to get to my class. Steaming inside, I growled to myself and then turned.
It was probably nothing, right?
I was a little surly during lunch. Everyone else at the table chatted happily, but I just shoved my food around. Adrienne made exactly two attempts to draw me into the conversation before giving up, choosing to be a social butterfly with her friends. After all, both of my responses had been gruff one-word answers.
I was in a slightly better mood by the time the last bell rang. Adrienne had been at the very tail end of her period yesterday and by pure math, she should be in the clear by today. There were no cheerleader practices or afternoon games to attend, so I was looking forward to a little one-on-one time with my girlfriend. Yeah, we'd had the threesome with Mizuho yesterday, but I wanted a chance to be alone with Adrienne for a couple of hours.
Unfortunately, when I met up with her at our usual meeting place, Adrienne begged off. "I'm sorry, Ben. But I've got this thing I've got to go to, okay? Tomorrow. We'll hook up tomorrow."
I sighed. "Tomorrow there's a game, remember?"
"Oh yeah. Well maybe Thursday. C'mon Ben. I'll make it up to you. And I KNOW you liked how I made it up to you yesterday," she grinned.
I felt a twinge of annoyance in my gut. But I also felt a stirring in my cock at mention of what she and Mizuho had done to me yesterday. I sighed and glanced over as Brooke approached us. Then I turned back to my girlfriend and hugged her. "Okay. Love you."
She squeezed me briefly before letting go and then striding away. "Love ya too, Tiger. Oh, hey Brooke."
"Hi, Adrienne!" my little sister beamed as the taller, older girl winked and continued away.
I sighed and looked to Brooke, flipping my keys in my hands. "Let's go."
On Wednesday I found myself lying on my bed, feeling quite lonely.
My gorgeous girlfriend was off cheerleading for the basketball team, soaking up the attention of hundreds of guys ogling her bouncing boobs in her tight uniform. She was an attention-whore, she'd get horny, and who knew what she was capable of? Maybe she'd end up having a quickie in the locker room with the game's MVP?
I sighed. I should have gone to the game.
But I hadn't. And even at home I was being ignored. Brooke was off with friends since I was actually home to "babysit" the twins, who were old enough to not really need supervision. But even Eden and Emma weren't hanging out with me. They were holed up in their room working on some project together and barked at me to leave them alone when I asked if they wanted to play a game or something.
And so I sagged against my pillows, staring at the ceiling, feeling quite sorry for myself.
Then the phone rang.
I was in a daze and it took me a couple rings before I grabbed the receiver. "Hello?"
A very familiar voice sounded on the other end. "Ben?"
It took me a second to recognize her. Hearing someone in person is always a little different from on the phone, and I'd only rarely ever heard her on the phone. But once it hit me my lethargy evaporated and I was seized by a sudden burst of joy. There could be no more perfect time for her to call. "Dawn!"
I heard her smile. "Ben!" she cheered. "How are you?"
"I'm great now," I sighed happily. "What's up?" Phone calls between us were quite unusual. We had our own lives apart from each other most of the year. We were always best friends at camp and off doing our own thing the rest of the time, and in the six years we'd been apart there had been maybe five phone calls in total.
But then, in previous years, we hadn't had sex together nor fallen in love.
"I ... uh..." Dawn faltered for a second. "I can't explain it. I was doing my homework and for the past hour, I just couldn't stop thinking of you."
"You were trying to stop?" I chuckled.
"Ben..." Dawn groaned. "I'm serious. It was weird and I just felt like I had to call you. I can't talk long. You know my mom and flipping out over these seven cents a minute calls."
"I know. But it's still great to hear from you."
"You too, Ben," Dawn said sweetly. "So how are you Ben? How's that girlfriend of yours?"
"Adrienne?"
"Is that her name? You never told me back at camp. Your whole 'no names, no identification' thing."
"Oh!" I shook my head even though she couldn't see it. "No. My girlfriend back then was someone else. We, uh, we broke up." I frowned at the memory of why Megan and I weren't together anymore. "Adrienne's my current girlfriend. She's doing okay."
"Oh, I see."
"How about you? Mark, wasn't it?"
"Broke up too," Dawn said glumly. "Long story. But otherwise, I'm doing pretty well!"
"That's great to hear," I smiled. But then I fumbled for something else to say. I was never a phone person. Some people can spend hours on the phone just chatting about nothing to their friends. Brooke, for example. But I'm not one of them. In person, sure, I can talk for hours. But being on a phone when I can't see them just feels so ... impersonal.
"So..." Dawn started. "You're doing alright? School, all that?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I don't want to keep you from whatever," Dawn said, sensing that I wasn't 100% into the conversation. She seemed a little sad by that. "I'll let you go before this bill gets any higher."
"Dawn," I interrupted. "I ... I miss you, Dawn."
She went quiet for a second and sighed into the line. But when her voice came back it was infused with warmth and honey. "I miss you too, Ben. I can't wait for the summer."
I pictured my Dawn, radiant smile and beautiful face as she reclined in an inner tube while floating on the lake. She was an angel. "Me neither. Thank you so much for calling. You don't know what it means to me."
"Don't sweat it. It was really nice to hear your voice," she replied sweetly. "Bye, Ben."
"Bye, Dawn."
Thursday afternoon Adrienne and I finally tumbled into her bed together. She popped my fly and knelt on the carpet, cramming my dick into the back of her throat in one swift motion.
I hadn't gotten laid since Monday, and I hadn't been in Adrienne's pussy for well more than a week.
She made it up to me.
Saturday, I played b-ball with the guys, although this time Drew and his gang stayed at whatever court they usually played at.
My afternoon was blissfully free of chores or house projects, and I called Adrienne's new cell phone hoping we could get together for a little while. Maybe go for a drive somewhere since her dad was home being a couch potato.
But she was out with her girlfriends, doing some shopping and other girly things. She blew me a kiss into the phone and promised we'd hook up on Monday. And then she was gone.
I sighed and settled in around the house. Eden and Emma wanted me to teach them poker and blackjack with fake chips anyways.
Monday was a good day. I did love Mondays. Adrienne and I screwed each other silly and we even spent a good hour just chatting about our weekends. Still, I couldn't help but notice how she would check the clock every now and again. She wasn't obvious about it and my girlfriend genuinely enjoyed the conversation. But I couldn't help shake the feeling that her focus on me just wasn't as intense as it used to be.
Tuesday morning I went to find my girlfriend again. And for the second week in a row, I came down the hallway just in time to see her bump into Jake Harbor, flirt, hip-check him, and giggle as they walked off together.
My ears burned and I felt green anger once again, but tamped down on it. Clearly, I was Adrienne's boyfriend. We sat together at lunch, snuck kisses in the corridors, and she'd fucked me very well the previous afternoon, even taking one of my loads right in her face where it splattered into her hair and dripped down onto her glorious tits.
She and Jake probably had the same first period. It made sense for the two of them to walk to class together. And I could dismiss the flirting. Adrienne flirted with EVERYBODY. And besides, class started in less than five minutes. It's not like they had the time or privacy to do anything naughty.
If I could hang out and chat with Cassidy without anything happening, surely Adrienne could hang out and chat with her ex-boyfriend.
It was probably nothing ... right?
"You up for an encore today, babe?"
Adrienne giggled and removed my hand from her ass. "Settle down, Tiger. And sorry, I can't."
I looked at her expectantly for further details, but none were forthcoming. I sighed and asked, "When?"
"Boys! Is THAT all you think about?"
"Yes," I grinned. "With a body like yours, babe, how could I NOT?"
Adrienne beamed and posed, emphasizing her assets. And then she threw her arms around me and planted a nuclear kiss on my lips. I felt my knees wobbling from her intensity.
"There!" the gorgeous blonde exclaimed when she pulled off me. "That oughta hold you for another few days."
"Yeah, right," I growled and pulled Adrienne's pelvis against the erection bulging through my jeans. "You just made me want you even more." My eyes were boring forcefully into her soul.
Adrienne gasped and then smiled, defusing my passion with a ticklish peck to the nose. "Really, Ben. I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow!"
And with that, my girlfriend spun and headed off. Not three feet away was Cassidy, holding her books and walking directly for us.
"Oh, hey," Adrienne greeted in surprise.
"Hi, Adrienne," Cassidy replied cordially, if not warmly.
Adrienne paused to look back at me for a second, and then shrugging the hot blonde teen continued away, leaving me alone with my redhead ex-girlfriend.
"Hi, Ben," Cassidy's voice now became warm. Her expression was focused in on me, letting me know this wasn't just a casual greeting in passing.
"Hi. What's up?" I asked.
The cute girl fidgeted for a minute before screwing up her face and deciding to just spit out her question. "Ben, I, uh, was wondering if you're busy Saturday night?"
I arched an eyebrow. "Are you asking me out?"
"Well no, not exactly. That came out wrong," she stammered. "See, my parents are dragging me to this wedding up in Malibu. Normally they'd just go themselves, but the bride is a cousin and they're insisting I go because the groom is one of their important business partners. There's really very few people my age and I'd be all alone and well, there's this creepy coworker who's always trying to touch me and I figured, well, if I have a date then he could help shield me away from the guy, and also keep all the other drunken letches from hitting on me and I immediately thought of you, Ben, because-"
"Okay. I'll do it."
Cassidy blinked three times rapidly, partially looking like she would just continue rambling on. But she got her bearings and stood up straight. "Really?"
"Sure thing." I smiled warmly. "You really thought of me?"
"Yeah," Cassidy smiled weakly. "Whenever I think of having a boy beside me, it's always you."
I frowned and looked pained for a second. She still would have me beside her if I hadn't gone and screwed it all up. And as she thought about it as well, Cassidy started to look saddened and on instinct, I moved forward and hugged her.
Neither of us spoke for a good minute. But then Brooke arrived, took one look at us, and arched her eyebrow.
Embarrassed, I jerked back and let go of Cassidy, who looked at me with surprise at my abrupt release and then whipped her head around in alarm. She looked rather relieved that it was just my sister.
"So Saturday. What time?" I asked Cassidy.
"Why don't you come over at six? Full suit. You sure Adrienne won't mind?"
"Nah," I waved. "She's been pretty busy lately. It's no big deal."
"Okay," Cassidy beamed. "See you Saturday!"
My girlfriend actually took the news without concern. "Saturday?" Adrienne asked.
"Yeah. We're just friends and she needed a date." And then I added for reassurance, "We're not going solo or anything. Her parents are driving us up and back."
Adrienne actually smiled. "It's kinda cool that you can still be friends with Cassidy even after everything that's gone down."
"So it doesn't bother you?"
Adrienne shrugged. "Actually, it makes me feel less guilty for stealing you. Like I haven't totally ruined their lives." And then the stunning blonde smiled beautifully and rubbed her tits into my chest while wrapping her arms around my neck. "Besides, I can't worry as long as you've still got the hots for me."
"Oh, definitely," I grinned. And then I leaned in to get one of my gorgeous girlfriend's nuclear kisses.
Cassidy's parents never knew she and I had been dating. In fact, I was pretty sure they thought their daughter was still a virgin. So when I arrived on Saturday evening to be her escort, I got the usual parent-boy grilling.
It wasn't too bad. Cassidy explained that we were just friends and she even said, "Relax Dad. Ben's girlfriend Adrienne is like the hottest girl in school. He's just coming to keep me company."
"Don't say that, sweetie," Mr. O'Leary said warmly. "Your mother and I know you're the prettiest girl at that school."
Cassidy blushed easily, her fine white skin turning red at the drop of a hat. And she was quite pretty. Her makeup was just right, her coppery hair done up, and her dress was quite flattering, the strapless design allowing a wide expanse of creamy skin across her chest.
Cassidy was quite beautiful this evening, even with the red blush. And she blushed even deeper when her mother reminded her to "leave the CD player at home." And then we were off.
The Malibu wedding was gorgeous. The multi-million dollar house was perched on a bluff overlooking the ocean. The backyard was decorated to the nines. And the bride was stunningly gorgeous, especially since she was in her mid-twenties and had enough silicone to re-float the Titanic. Her 50-year-old husband couldn't be happier.
True to form, one of the groomsmen was constantly trying to chat with Cassidy even though she made it quite clear she wanted nothing to do with the old letch. I spent half the evening just physically interposing myself between him and my date.
But the rest of the time, us two teenagers just hung back and admired all the expensive decorations, making witty and sarcastic comments to ourselves about golddiggers, plastic surgery, and the recent development of Viagra making these kind of marriages possible.
All in all, it was a nice evening. I hadn't talked like that with Cassidy in forever and on the drive home, she fell asleep on my shoulder while I reflexively cradled her in my arm. It was a nostalgically wonderful feeling.
When we arrived, the O'Leary's made themselves scarce, although not without exchanging little winks at each other. I think they figured out Cassidy had girly feelings for me. And just before I left, while I was hugging my friend goodbye, Cassidy tilted her head to mine and planted a soft, tender kiss on my lips.
It felt good. It felt really, really good.
Cassidy had a unique flavor. All girls did. And kissing her brought back a rush of so many happy memories. The memories were often intertwined with Megan as well, which brought back even more nostalgia, and for a few minutes, I was transported back in time. Back when Cassidy was my girlfriend. Back before I'd screwed things up by cheating. Back when I was in love with two girls at the same time, and when both of them loved me back almost as much as they loved each other as best friends.
When it was over, Cassidy blushed and looked down, softly apologizing, "Sorry..."
I blinked a few times and kept on holding her in my arms. My tongue dragged across my lips where the cute redhead had been so intimately touching me just moments before. And for a moment, I was tempted to just drag her to my car, find a quiet spot, and make sweet and tender love to this beautiful young woman.
But I didn't. Instead, I replied softly, "It's okay." And then taking a deep breath, I looked my ex-girlfriend in her bright green eyes and smiled. "I'll see you Monday."
"Okay," she smiled back. "Bye, Ben."
"Bye, Freckles."
I love Mondays. Have I mentioned that?
Monday got off to a great start simply because I woke up and felt energized knowing it was a Monday. It was also April 30, which meant that May was up next, with June just around the corner. School would be over soon. I was feeling happy this day and I even got into Brooke's hyper-chatter on the drive to school.
Monday got even better when I got to school and met up with Adrienne. We hadn't been together since a backseat romp on Friday night and my gorgeous, busty, nymphomaniacal girlfriend met me with a nuclear kiss.
We had ten minutes before class started, and excusing ourselves from our friends, Adrienne pulled me apart from the crowd and then husked in my ear. "I need you now, Ben."
My eyebrows went up as my heartbeat accelerated. "What, now?" I hissed.
"Now. C'mon, there shouldn't be anyone in the Chem Lab." She started tugging me along, her eyes bright gold.
"The Chem Lab? Are you crazy?" I hissed again while my girlfriend dragged me along.
"Crazy about you, Ben!" Adrienne giggled.
I looked around at the throng of people surrounding us and as we turned a corner, I saw the door to the Chem Lab. There were a few dozen people milling around just outside of it. And since the doors only locked with a key, if the thing was open, we wouldn't be able to lock ourselves inside. "Adrienne, we can't! There're too many people!" I protested.
"Don't worry!" she insisted.
"All those kids are gonna see us go inside. You KNOW at least one of them is gonna open up the door and peek. Can't you wait until this afternoon?"
"No, I can't," she moaned. "I've got this thing this afternoon."
Disappointment was evident on my face. This was MONDAY. MY MONDAY. My eyebrows furrowed. "Where do you keep GOING these afternoons?" I asked in disbelief.
She fidgeted. "It's personal, okay? Just let it go. C'mon, let's find somewhere else."
I sighed and looked at my watch. We'd already burned four minutes. "No time." Not to mention my libido had taken a big hit and I wasn't going to get hard fast enough to finish.
Adrienne huffed and frowned. "Dammit." She exhaled and then leaned forward to kiss me. "Okay, see you at lunch."
"Bye."
Donna Kincaid arrived at my locker at the end of the day. With no nooky to look forward to, I was in a bad mood at the collapse of my Monday and I growled and looked away as the busty bottle-blonde moved herself into my personal space. "You haven't called me, Ben," she pouted.
I sighed. "You knew I wouldn't."
"C'mon, Ben. You have something better to do this afternoon?" She pursed her lips and pouted again. She wrapped her arms around her waist and lifted, elevating her cleavage while pushing her tits together for maximum effect.
I rolled my eyes. I'd PLANNED on something better. But Adrienne was ... busy ... or whatever. I realized that I still had no idea what she was doing these random afternoons.
"Looks like you don't," Donna caught onto my train of thought. "So why don't you let me entertain you?" Her tongue trailed out and her jaw dropped, giving me just a teasing hint of what the hot blonde would look like with her mouth wrapped around my dick.
I sighed and shook the image out of my head. "I told you, Donna. I'm not cheating."
"C'mon, Ben ... It's not cheating. I'm not trying to be your girlfriend or anything. It's just sex." Donna's smile oozed sensuality and I had to admit, she used a perfect choice of words. I'd made the same rationalization to myself many times with Keira, Dawn, Dayna, and Brandi. It's not really cheating, is it?
But then all of those girls were outside this school. Donna was a student here. Adrienne knew her. To sleep with Donna would be no different than me screwing Adrienne while I was dating Megan and Cassidy.
"It would be cheating, Donna," I insisted. "And I'm not gonna do it."
She shook her head. "Why not? What? You don't think Adrienne's stepping out on you? She's been awfully chummy with Jake, don't you think?"
My eyes dropped to slits and Donna knew she'd hit a nerve.
"Don't take it personal." Donna's voice became syrupy honey. "She's still your girlfriend. There's a difference between love and sex, Ben. I'm only asking for the sex part. Really, Adrienne wouldn't mind. It's just the way we've always done things."
"It's not the way Adrienne and I do things," I growled. "I'm staying loyal. And so will she." I pushed past the slutty blonde and stalked away.
"Believe what you want, Ben," Donna called after me. "Adrienne's done it before and you can't change a girl overnight."
No way. I knew Adrienne loved me. I loved her. I'd learned from my mistake in cheating on Megan and Cassidy. I wouldn't make the mistake again. And Adrienne HAD changed. She'd always dated jocks and bad boys before. She'd never gotten emotionally invested in them. But I was different. She really CARED about me. And she wouldn't mess that up with any flings on the side.
I had to find her. I had to talk to her just to reassure myself that we were as strong a couple as I believed. So instead of heading for the parking lot, I backtracked to Adrienne's usual hangout spot with the other cheerleaders.
Lo and behold, Elyse Laughton was the first person I saw as I came upon the cheerleaders. Steam was coming out of my ears as I rapid-marched amongst them and the gorgeous, raven-haired Senior looked at me appraisingly. "Can I help you?" she asked in a snooty voice.
I ignored her and glanced to Candy, who was chatting with Summer and Mizuho. "Have you guys seen Adrienne?" I practically shouted.
Candy's jaw dropped at the tone of my voice and she nervously glanced at her friends. But before she could respond, Elyse glided in and smiled sweetly. "Why of course, she's just over there."
Elyse pointed and I turned my head around to follow, and now it was my turn for my jaw to drop. Adrienne was giggling and standing in front of Jake while he milled around with some of his football buddies. And mid-laugh Adrienne patted the big guy on his chest, pausing to rub the hardened muscle beneath his shirt.
"Awfully chummy with her ex-boyfriend, wouldn't you say?" Elyse leaned in and husked into my ear.
I felt my heart thud somewhere into the pit of my stomach. And without another word, I turned away and practically ran for the parking lot.
I locked myself in my bedroom, veritably steaming. Brooke had picked up on my mood and was silent for the drive home. Eden and Emma took one look at me and stayed clear. I couldn't blame them. I was radiating 'get the fuck away from me' signals.
I fought not to blink. Every time my eyes closed I started picturing what position Adrienne was in while Jake fucked her. MY girlfriend. With HIS hands on her glorious tits. FUCK!
I was gripping a pillow, tensing my hands tighter and tighter as I wanted to rip the thing apart. And just as I was about to bite down on the offending piece of fluff, the phone rang.
Glaring at the electronic device, I let it ring twice more before I snatched the receiver up and gruffly answered, "WHAT?"
"Uh, Ben?" Cassidy's burbled through nervously, no doubt taken aback by the vehemence in my voice.
"Oh, Cassidy, sorry," I sighed and grimaced.
"Are you okay?" She asked with real concern.
"No, not really," I grumbled.
"Oh, uh, okay." She paused on the other end of the line, clearly gathering herself. "This can wait. I'll talk to you later."
"No, no," I interrupted and let out a long exhalation.
"No really," Cassidy insisted. "I don't want to-"
"Cassidy," I growled, emphasizing her name. "What is it?"
"Well, uh, uh..." She stalled. The normally bubbly and talkative girl was clearly hesitant, even though she'd initiated the call, and I started to feel my own concern for her melting through my annoyance with Adrienne.
I sighed. "You okay, Freckles?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I was just wondering ... I mean, I wanted to talk to you ... And uh, there was something I wanted to show you."
"Today?"
Cassidy was apologetic. "Like I said, it's no big deal. It can wait. I'll see you tomorrow at school."
"No, it's okay," I exhaled. Anything to take my mind off of Adrienne. "You want me to come over?"
"Uh, uh ... okay ... Place is kind of a mess."
I chuckled. "You think I care? I'll be right over."
"Okay. See you soon." Cassidy sounded simultaneously pleased and freaked that I was coming over. Oh, well, I'd figure it out when I arrived.
"Hi, Ben."
"Hi, Freckles," I said as I stepped into her house. Cassidy gave me a nervous smile and backed away, leading me into the living room. She was in her usual T- shirt and jeans, although I did notice the jiggle of her breasts to indicate that she was braless beneath the thin cotton.
"You want something to drink?" she asked.
"Uh, Sprite?" I said distractedly. My mind was still on my girlfriend and her ex- boyfriend.
"Sure." Cassidy disappeared.
I flopped onto the couch and then let my head loll back until I was staring at the ceiling. It was nothing. Adrienne and Jake were nothing. She was just a flirt and he was a cute guy. Period. She'd even told me the guy was no good in bed and she'd specifically dumped him to date me. I had nothing to worry about...
... so why couldn't I stop thinking about it?
I finally did stop thinking about it when Cassidy returned with two Sprites and a packet of photos. She handed me the drink and then shrugged, holding up the thick, oblong envelope. "This is, uh, what I wanted to show you. It really wasn't any rush."
"Don't worry about it," I reassured her. "It was a good excuse to come hang out with you. I haven't spent nearly as much time with you as I want to."
Cassidy visibly brightened at that. "Really?"
"Really. You were one of my best friends, Freckles, before I went and fucked it all up," I finished bitterly.
She put her hand over mine. "Stop beating yourself up, Ben. I told you, I get it. I wasn't happy with it, but I get it. Adrienne's smokin' hot."
I shrugged. "Maybe. But even now, I feel like I know you better." I sighed and shook my head, trying to force images of Adrienne and Jake out of my brain. "Right now, I wish I'd never touched her. Then I wouldn't be in this mess right now."
"Mess?" Cassidy asked.
"Nothing. I'm sure it's nothing," I dismissed her with a wave.
"If you say so," Cassidy nodded and then managed to smile as she plopped down onto the couch beside me. And then with obvious enthusiasm, she opened up the envelope and handed me a stack of photos taken from the recent Malibu wedding.
"Do you realize that was our first date, Ben?"
I arched an eyebrow. "Uh, we went on a LOT of dates, Freckles."
"Not without Megan. And certainly nothing with suits and dresses. I was kind of looking forward to going to Prom with you, but then ... well..." she trailed off and I grimaced, knowing I'd ruined that particular dream.
"Speaking of which," I piped up, trying to change the subject. "How are things with Derek Rigby?"
Cassidy snorted. "Nah, not my type. No chemistry there." The cute redhead giggled and then leaned into my shoulder. "Not like you and me."
I grinned as I felt the warmth of a young woman pressing her shoulder into mine, and then we looked at the photos. They were out of sequence, but Cassidy had certainly gone out of her way to collect pictures of just the two of us, whether solo or together. One shot was me in a Hercules pose with the ocean as a backdrop. One was the two of us sitting at the banquet table together. And another was Cassidy looking radiantly beautiful amongst a flower bed. "You were gorgeous on Saturday, Cass," I murmured.
The cute redhead turned and hit my shoulder. "What, I'm not pretty now?"
I smiled and looked at her, my eyes obviously dropping up and down her body. "Well, you have to admit, the dress does show off your cleavage much better than this ratty T-shirt."
"Hey! This T-shirt is quite comfortable!"
"If you say so," I grinned. "You seem cold. Or am I wrong in that your nipples are showing?"
Cassidy gasped and covered her tits with her hands, where her nipples were indeed poking out the fabric. And then she grinned and just dropped her hands. "What the hell. Like you haven't seen way more than this already."
"True. But maybe you should take off the T-shirt just to refresh my memory," I leered.
Cassidy slapped my shoulder again. And presently I came to a photo of the two of us standing beneath the wedding archway, posing as if WE were the ones getting married.
"Mmmm..." Cassidy swooned and sighed happily as she looked at the picture. It really was gorgeous, with the ocean backdrop and intricate flower arrangement along the white wooden latticework. In the photo, we made a cute couple, and we lingered on that picture for quite some time while Cassidy laid her head on my shoulder and just stared at it. I had no idea what she was thinking, but I knew the idea of being married to Cassidy was running through my head. And it wasn't an unpleasant thought.
Still with half her body pressed up against me, Cassidy then turned her face to mine. And as I stared into her bright green eyes, she dropped her eyelids shut and planted a soft, tender kiss on my lips.
It felt good. It felt really, really good.
I found myself returning the kiss, massaging her lips with my own until I pushed my tongue forward, piercing her mouth and adding it to our oral play. Cassidy moaned and wrapped her arms behind my head, pulling me tighter against her.
And then I thought of Adrienne. I thought of my girlfriend. I thought of all my reminders to myself that I had learned from my mistake about cheating. I pulled away, leaving Cassidy panting and staring up at me. My eyes searched hers and then I asked softly, "Cassidy, what are we doing?"
She smiled dreamily and replied, "Just acting on how we feel." And then she pulled me to her for another kiss.
That one continued on for a long minute. Our tongue battle got heavier and heavier until Cassidy just reached down and ripped her T-shirt over her head, baring her naked torso to me and showing off those nice tits I remembered so fondly. So maybe they weren't E-cups like Adrienne's, but they were plenty big and round on a 16-year-old's slender frame. And my hands went to maul them while I once again attacked Cassidy's mouth.
But that only lasted another minute before I pulled away and winced. "I shouldn't. It's wrong."
Cassidy sighed and nodded, breathing heavily and trapping my hand against her naked breast with both of her hands. "Then we won't go that far. I just want whatever you'll give me Ben. I'll take anything you have to give." She rubbed my hand against her boob. And her eyes shone as she looked at me intensely, burning with an emerald fire.
And then I thought of Jake. I pictured him kneeling behind a naked Adrienne, staring at that perfect ass while he drilled his cock into my girlfriend from behind. I pictured his hands grasping her big, heavy tits as he pounded her. And I KNEW he was doing it to her RIGHT NOW.
It was Monday. It was MY Monday. It was MY time to be with Adrienne. But no! She said she had this "thing" to do. A "thing" she wouldn't tell me about. And she was flirting with Jake and touching his chest after school. Did she want to spend that time saying goodbye to me? Her boyfriend? No! She wanted to have her extra fucktoy on the side!
So why not me?
It was poetic. Adrienne was fucking her ex-boyfriend. Why shouldn't I fuck my ex- girlfriend? Fair was fair. And after all, didn't she seduce me into cheating on Cassidy in the first place? Cassidy DESERVED payback.
And besides. I WANTED to fuck Cassidy. So I asked, "Whatever I want to give you?"
The redhead nodded sincerely, her face just inches away from mine.
"I want to fuck you, Freckles," I growled and leaned in.
"Oh, gawd yes!" she gasped as her eyes went wide. Her lips trembled and then I was already ripping my own shirt over my head and attacking her face with my hands and my mouth.
"Ben!" Cassidy moaned in between lip-locks. "Ohhh. It's been so long!" Really, it had only been about a month and a half. But to a 16-year-old in love, that could be an eternity. She seemed energized by my willingness to be with her, and the cute redheaded teen suddenly became rather frantic in her desire to remove all our clothing and simultaneously get to the fucking as fast as possible.
But I wanted to do this in bed, in her bed. It was a place of fond memories, a place of many sexual encounters for us, both with and without Megan. Cassidy was still wearing her jeans, unbuttoned, when I scooped her into my arms and physically hoisted her up as I made a mad dash for her bedroom.
I knocked the wind out of Cassidy when I tossed her onto the bed. She was still gasping for breath when the giggles started as I yanked down her jeans and panties, revealing that natural red trimmed bush that hovered over a moist, pink pussy. Cassidy was scrabbling her arms out to me, begging me to mount her, but I couldn't resist kneeling beside the bed and diving my face in to taste my ex- girlfriend's sweet honey.
She was just like I remembered.
Her hips bucked up into my face the same way too. And running half on instinct and half on memory of what she liked, I proceeded to tongue-lash and finger- bang the cute teenage girl right up to an explosive orgasm.
"Oh, Ben! Ben! I'm cumming! Ben's making me cum! Aaaahhhh!"
I rode out her bucking hips without snapping my neck. And after her stomach spasms seemed to die down, I pried her thighs off of my ears and sat up to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning proudly at my handiwork. "Guess I still remember how to do that to you."
The dazed redhead couldn't focus her eyes on me, but she managed to reply, "You've gotten even better."
"I think you just missed me."
"You got that fucking right, mister." And finally Cassidy was able to focus her green gaze. Lasering her eyes right at me, she ordered, "Now get up here and fuck me."
"You still on the pill?" I asked with some concern as I undressed the rest of the way. Then I slid up onto the bed and moved her legs apart.
Cassidy pulled them even farther back, lewdly exposing her pussy. And then she replied. "Of course. I knew I'd have to fuck you again one day, Ben. I love you. Still love you."
I smiled and felt an upwelling of warmth in my heart. She still loved me. "And I still love you," I grinned. I'd known it was possible to have feelings for more than one girl. After all, I'd done it with Megan and Cassidy. And even when I broke their hearts, I never stopped how I felt about my ex-girlfriends.
Cassidy beamed and beckoned to me with open arms. "Make love to me, Ben."
I smiled and got into a push-up position over my prone ex-girlfriend. And as my cockhead found her vaginal lips and began to slide down, I dipped my head and kissed Cassidy at the same time.
My intention was to press my tongue into her mouth at the same time I hit bottom. But DAMN. I forgot she was this TIGHT. And in the end, we were french kissing long before our pubes met, the way having to be forced through repeated thrusts and withdrawals, gaining an extra inch of depth each time.
After five such pumps, I finally brought my pelvic bone up to Cassidy's, and together we found our old rhythms of love.
"Ohhh ... More Ben ... Gimme more..."
"So tight, Freckles! I'm fucking you ... Oh, so tight, baby. So good!"
"You like my tight pussy? You like that? Am I tight enough? Wanna keep thrusting into me?"
"Ungh!" I grunted and nearly came. Her vaginal walls squeezed down around me as if they had a mind of their own, coaxing my load out. But I didn't want to give it up just yet.
"More Ben!" Cassidy encouraged while she stroked my naked back. "Gimme more and cum in me. Let me feel you shooting inside me. I missed it so much, Ben. Fill me with your scalding jizz."
"Oh, Freckles!" I groaned with obvious arousal at her words. And my groan energized her even more as she wrapped her legs behind my ass and started tugging me even deeper into her.
"Fuck me, Ben! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me! I'm cumming, Ben! Cum in me! Cum in ME!"
"Aaaarggh!" I roared as I felt my balls coiling, and instinct took over completely as I rammed my thick cock through Cassidy's tight tunnel repeatedly, hammering her smaller body with no mercy as I started off down the final path to orgasm.
And then I was there. My entire body tensed and then held, just for a split second. And then I burst, exploding outwards in a riot of passion and pleasure as I volleyed out several globs of cum deep into the very depths of Cassidy's womb, my sperm jetting out to begin their futile search for an egg that wasn't there.
But my sperm didn't care. I didn't care. And Cassidy certainly didn't care as she simply writhed and screamed and howled in my ear, thrilled to feel my cum jetting into her welcoming body. I hunched twice more, grunting and heaving as my prick spat out a few more globs of creamy spunk.
When we were done, I rolled off of Cassidy, amazed at the intensity of my orgasm. And together, we lay there panting at the ceiling and gradually cooling down from our orgasmic highs.
"You're incredible, Ben," Cassidy sighed. "The orgasms you give me are so fucking incredible."
"Thanks," I sighed. "You're pretty damn good yourself."
She giggled and rolled onto her side, propping her head up on one elbow. "You still have until 6:30?" she asked, referring to my usual "curfew" for dinner time.
"Yeah."
"Good," Cassidy grinned and leaned over to lick our mingled fluids off my semi- hard cock. I already felt some fresh hardening at her soft touch, and as the cute redhead bent further down to swallow three inches into her mouth, I set my hand on her head and let myself float away on a cloud of bliss..
17 Chapter 15: Cheater
The guilt hit me well before I got back to my house.
I'd only felt this kind of guilt once before: the last time I'd cheated. And I was under no illusions that what I'd done was anything but cheating. Adrienne was my girlfriend. Cassidy was not. Having sex with Cassidy was cheating. Period.
It didn't matter that I was pretty damn sure Adrienne was cheating on me. The sudden afternoon absences. The constant flirting with Jake. And besides, it was her nature. You can't tame a wild animal, not overnight. A month and a half ago, Adrienne was perfectly content to cheat on her boyfriend with me. Candy and Trevor boinked other people all the time. What was it Donna had said? It wasn't about love, just sex. It was a way they'd always done things.
But it wasn't the way I knew I should be doing things. I'd spent enough time being the nice guy who listened to my female friends to know that as much as they hated guys blabbing about their conquests, they REALLY hated their guys cheating on them.
And I was falling for Adrienne. We had the most intense physical and emotional relationship I'd ever known! Our passion for each other scaled the greatest heights and filled me with a burning flame of desire bigger and brighter than anything I'd ever felt before. Yeah, I'd still had a lingering fondness for Cassidy. But Adrienne was my girlfriend and I owed it to her to do everything I could for our relationship.
I'd fix this ... if I could. But right now, I had to face that I'd cheated. I was lower than pond scum.
When I got home, I couldn't even look Brooke in the eye. She took one sniff of me and then gave me a knowing grin as I raced past her and headed up the stairs. If only she knew WHO I'd just been with.
I was going to hell.
MAY 2001, JUNIOR YEAR
The guilt didn't leave me alone when I'd cheated on Megan and Cassidy. The guilt wouldn't leave me alone now, either. You might ask, if the guilt bothered me so much, why the hell did I do it in the first place?
I don't know. I'm just a stupid 17-year-old boy.
So I had to come clean with Adrienne. Hey, maybe she wouldn't care. Maybe she'd just wave me away with a dismissive, 'Oh, I figured you'd been banging Cassidy for months from the way you two always hang out together. It's no big deal.' After all, it was just the way her crowd did things, right?
Of course, even if she did accept my pussy on the side, could I handle her shagging Jake on the side?
Well, from the way my teeth ground together at the mere thought, probably not.
I didn't have a plan. I had no idea what I was going to say. But I needed to talk to my girlfriend before I drove myself insane. So the first thing I did upon arrival at school was go looking for Adrienne.
She wasn't in her usual spot. My teeth started grinding again. If I found her bumping her hip into Jake on the way to their next class, I was gonna rip his heart out, whether or not the guy outweighed me by forty pounds.
Looking around frantically, I was just about to take off when someone called from behind me, "Ben!" And I spun around at the familiar, feminine voice.
Candy Carter stood before me, tilting her head to the side as she fixed me with her sparkling blue eyes. "You looking for Adrienne?"
I nodded quickly.
"She's home sick today. You should give her a call later; make sure she's doing okay."
My jaw dropped. I had been cycling my brain through so many different scenarios for the way our conversation would play out, and the idea that she wouldn't be at school never even occurred to me. "Uh, okay ... thanks, Candy."
The cheery brunette smiled. "No problem. See ya around, Ben."
Now what?
Even absent Adrienne, I still ate lunch with my new crowd. With my girlfriend currently out of the way, Mizuho flirted with me incessantly and dropped more than one hint that she wouldn't mind if I paid her a visit without Adrienne. I wasn't sure if I should take the cute Asian chick seriously or just chalk it up to flirting. In this world of casual sex and acceptable cheating, Mizuho might very well be serious in her innuendoes.
Candy and Summer dragged me into some idle school gossip. Trevor and Jae moaned with me about girls and shopping. And Lynne sat next to me, chatting about our Chemistry homework. Amongst the cheerleaders, Lynne was probably the closest in temperament and personality to my old crew, not to mention that we were among the few Juniors at the table. And the two of us had started to get really comfortable around each other as friends.
Actually, I was starting to get comfortable with all of them. Despite their status as some of the elite on campus, they'd accepted me in and made me feel like one of them. But a sudden fear gnawed at me from the inside. If Adrienne dumped me for cheating, then where the hell would I eat lunch?
I didn't run into Cassidy until after the last period. Well, I didn't just run into her. I actively went and sought her out, making a beeline for her locker after the final bell instead of stopping by my own locker first.
She'd had such a glow about her while we made love over and over yesterday afternoon. It was a look of fulfilled happiness, as if reuniting with me was a dream come true. I'd been frazzled enough over the past few hours that the mere idea of basking in Cassidy's loving warmth for a little while was as appealing as the idea of slipping into a steaming hot tub after a sore day of aching muscles.
Which was why I was so surprised when Cassidy greeted me with an unpleasant, hissing, "Ben! What are you doing here?"
"I, uh, wanted to see you, Freckles," I managed to stammer out.
She took a deep breath and glanced around for a second, no doubt searching to find if any of our friends were in the immediate vicinity. "Did you break up with her?"
My eyebrows furrowed. "Well, uh..." I stalled.
"Look, Ben," Cassidy stepped forward until her face was just inches from mine. "I loved yesterday. I wasn't expecting it, but I was thrilled that it happened. You make my insides all mushy and the orgasms you give me are incredible! But I can't do this. I can't be the 'other woman'. I feel ... dirty ... just standing next to you right now, okay?"
"Cassidy..." I pleaded with my eyes.
"No, Ben. I'm not having sex with you again."
I frowned. "I didn't come over here to ask for sex."
"Then why did you come over?" She shook her head with an annoyed expression on her face.
"Because you're my friend! And I miss talking to you."
Cassidy pouted. "If we talk or spend more than three minutes together, I'm going to want to kiss you, Ben. And if I kiss you then I'm going to want to fuck you. And we can't do that. You're taken." Cassidy's green eyes were dull. "And I made you cheat ... again..."
I winced, realizing how much my cheating had hurt my girlfriends before. In a forlorn voice, I began, "Freckles..."
Cassidy started turning away. "Look. Figure things out with your girlfriend. Then ... then ... I don't know ... But you've got to work this out with Adrienne first." And then my cute ex-girlfriend hurried off.
Brooke was waiting for me at our rendezvous point after school. She was holding hands with Perry Anderson, smiling and giggling and exchanging cute-looking pecks. There was no tongue, just little baby kisses. I sighed and thought about what life used to be like as a freshman, before sex made everything so damn complicated.
I thought of what it must be like to be Perry right now, with just one steady girlfriend who wasn't ready for full intercourse yet. He probably went home and jerked off to thoughts of seeing his girlfriend naked, and all he had to worry about on a date was how far she'd let him go. Would she maybe let him touch her breasts? Outside the shirt or in?
Sure, I'd had some of the most wild and crazy sex possible. But at least if I were in Perry's situation, my head wouldn't hurt this much.
That afternoon, I sat on my bed, tossing the telephone receiver back and forth between my hands. I wanted to call Adrienne, to make sure she was okay. But what would I say? Would it just be a friendly boyfriend check-up? Would I confess all my sins?
The more I tried to organize my thoughts, the more cluttered my mind became. Searching for a way out, my thoughts turned to my best friend in the world, Dawn Evans. She was a girl. Maybe she could help me figure this all out? I punched in the area code and the first four digits of her phone number before I winced and hung up the handset. What would I say to HER? Organize, organize!
I couldn't think. My thoughts were still too jumbled. I picked up the phone in another attempt to call ... SOMEONE. Adrienne? Dawn? Maybe even Megan? My brain cluttered and cluttered until the big mess was just too overwhelming and I slammed the handset back into the telephone cradle and just stood up.
I was on the sidewalk heading for Adrienne's house before I even realized it. And along the way, the clutter came back and I started panicking once again. I wasn't ready to go to Adrienne's house. I still didn't know what I was going to say. The last time I just blurted out that I'd cheated, I'd gone home with bruises on my face and on my arms from where Megan and Cassidy had tried to beat me to death. I wasn't looking forward to a repeat.
What the hell should I do?
The answer came two steps later. I'd reached the walkway up to Keira McNeil's house. And on impulse, I turned and went to the doorbell, ringing it twice.
Keira answered a few moments later. "Ben!" She exclaimed in surprise and opened her arms to me. She was wearing a casual blouse and slacks, comfortable work clothes.
I gave her a chaste hug and she invited me inside. I made no moves to initiate any kind of physical contact. She'd made clear the last few times we met that she wanted to remain platonic friends while she hunted for Mr. Right. And when I sat on the couch, she took a wing chair opposite me and leaned forward. "So what brings you here, Ben?"
I grimaced and before I could say anything, Keira chuckled and said, "Lemme guess: girl troubles?"
I winced. "How'd you know?"
"You're seventeen, Ben. What else could it be?"
I sighed. "I've been ... I've been bad. I've done some things I'm not proud of."
Both Keira's eyebrows went up as she looked at me intently. Her sharp green eyes narrowed, she canted her head, and then asked, "You cheat on Adrienne?"
I winced.
"I'll take that as a yes." Keira sighed and searched my eyes. I'm not sure how she did it, but she could read me like a book. "This wasn't even the first time you'd cheated on someone." It was a statement, not a question.
I nodded. Back in the day, I'd told Keira everything about my love life. She was my confidant and I knew my secrets were safe with her. She knew about Megan and Cassidy and Dawn and Dayna and even Brandi. But after the whole Adrienne incident, I'd sort of lost that close contact with my first lover. Adrienne had used the threat of exposing Keira as one tool in seducing me, and I couldn't bear to reveal to Keira just how close she'd come to getting thrown in jail.
But I now told Keira everything else. She knew I'd broken up with my two girlfriends and started dating Adrienne, but she hadn't known the details. I explained about Adrienne seducing me and leading to my admission of cheating to my girlfriends. I explained about getting dumped and Megan and Cassidy's vastly different reactions. And I explained about dating Adrienne and even told her about the Spring Break and the drugs and organized orgy with Mizuho and Candy and the rest. And then I told her about my suspicions regarding Jake and how I'd slept with Cassidy on Monday.
When I was done, Keira was wide-eyed as she leaned back in her chair. "Wow ... I've created a monster."
"Monster?" My eyebrow arched up.
Keira laughed. "You certainly get around Ben. A lot more than I remember anyone doing when they were your age. Still, I'm glad to know the things I taught you are getting put to good use."
I moaned forlornly, "But what do I do now?"
Keira took a deep breath and looked at me with soft green eyes. She shook her head slowly and then tilted her head to the side. And in a quiet voice, she said, "Maybe you should step back from the whole dating scene for a while, Ben. This web of relationships you've got yourself tangled in is clearly too complicated, and I think you could use some time to collect yourself and figure out what you really want, and not just be led around by your dick."
"Step back? What, you mean like break up with Adrienne?"
She nodded.
"I can't do that. I love her," I protested.
"Ben, you're barely seventeen. You don't know what love is," Keira said gently.
"Of course I do!" I vehemently insisted.
She sighed. "Okay, to how many girls have you said the phrase 'I love you'?"
My jaw waggled but I immediately started counting: Keira, Megan, Dawn, Brandi, Cassidy, Adrienne. I think that was it. But I felt guilty about the number. "Well, uh..." I stalled.
"Is it over two?"
I gave her an 'of course' look. She already knew with certainty that I'd said the phrase to her as well as to Adrienne. She could guess that Megan and Cassidy, being girlfriends, had also been told they were loved.
"Over five?" Keira asked with raised eyebrows.
Now I bit my lip and blushed with embarrassment. Keira just sighed. "Ben, it's been what, a year? Do you really think you were in love with more than five girls in that much time?"
"Sure." I shrugged.
"That's not love, Ben. That's lust. At best, it's infatuation. I KNOW. I've felt it, too. I even thought I was in love with you, Ben. I wasn't. I LOVED what we were doing. I LOVED feeling like I was in love. I LOVED feeling like I had someone beside me. But it wasn't love, Ben."
I stood up, feeling hurt that my love was being challenged. I KNEW what I felt inside. I knew how being around those girls warmed my heart. I knew I was right. "I loved you, Keira. Still do, in a way."
She softened and gave me a wan smile. "You're sweet, Ben. But that's just my point. I tried to tell you before, but I guess this just reminds me why I shouldn't be dating a teenager." Keira stood up with me and touched my cheek. "You'll learn about real love, Ben. Someday, you'll understand."
Feeling like I was being condescended to, I frowned and turned away. I'd show her. I'd go and work things out with Adrienne. I'd prove to Keira that I understood real love. And Adrienne and I would last forever.
My confidence that Adrienne and I would last forever began to wane the moment I left Keira's front door. And with every step forward I took across the street to Adrienne's house, I felt a little more of that confidence melting away. Would she forgive me? Would she not care? Would I be able to cope with her and Jake screwing around?
There was no answer when I rang the doorbell. Frowning, I went to ring the bell again but noticed that the front door was just barely off its doorjamb. Pinching my eyebrows together, I hesitantly reached out with my fingers and gently pushed, and the door swung open.
Cautiously, I pushed the door before me as I stepped into the house, listening for the sounds of any human activity. There was none, and I called out in a hesitant voice, "Adrienne?"
There was no immediate response, and I closed the door behind me. Then once more I called, "Adrienne?" Still no response.
The notion that I was in Adrienne's house without being invited inside made me nervous, and I walked slowly and softly, trying not to make any noise. This was WEIRD.
Quietly, I headed for Adrienne's bedroom. And as I turned down the hallway, I heard a low female moan float through the door of her bedroom. I recognized the moan. It was Adrienne's moan.
Still silent, I padded forward and heard the muffled thump of something banging against wood, and then Adrienne moaned again. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck go up as my mind started racing for conclusions. Was she? Right now?
I squeezed my eyes shut as if it would help ward away the evil thoughts creeping into my brain. First, there were Adrienne's mysterious absences the past couple of weeks. Then there was her constant flirting with Jake. I'd only seen them maybe three times, but I KNEW there was even more flirting while I wasn't around. And after claiming she had other plans on MY Monday afternoon, she'd completely skipped going to school today. Was it because Jake had fucked her brains out and she couldn't show her face to me the next day? Was it because Jake was STILL in her bedroom fucking her brains out even right now?
Motherfucker! Adrienne was fucking cheating on me RIGHT NOW! She was in there, getting screwed and bumping up against the headboard! And with a grimace of rage, I stomped down the last few feet to her bedroom, twisted the knob, and flung the offending door out of my way.
Wincing, Adrienne sat up straighter in bed, her skin pale and clammy, her hair a tangled mess. She squinted at me for a second and then asked in a weak voice, "Ben?"
I blinked several times, my head twisting left and right, looking for a phantom Jake Harbor who wasn't there. And then the idea that I was completely wrong about everything started to enter my head.
Adrienne moaned and leaned back against the stack of pillows propping her up. She grimaced and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I, uh..." I stammered. "I wanted to check on you and see if you were okay."
Pouting, Adrienne winced in pain as she sat up straighter. "I thought you'd call. I told Candy to have you call me. I didn't want you to see me like this." She sighed. "And how'd you get in here anyways?"
"Uh..." I jerked my thumb back out the open doorway. "The front door was open. I rang the doorbell but no one answered. And then I was calling your name and didn't hear anything."
Adrienne frowned. "I was asleep." She clearly looked uncomfortable and exhausted. There was a bottle of prescription painkillers on the nightstand beside her and her abnormally pale skin made me worry.
"Adrienne, what's going on?" I asked with concern.
She exhaled. "I didn't want you to see me like this."
Fear flashed through me. Was my girlfriend going to die? I asked fearfully, "Is it serious?"
"No, no, it's not that bad. It's just ... well ... a little personal. And I didn't want you to freak out."
I started to freak out, my face twisting in anxiety. I was still flushed from my brief raging anger and had yet to calm down. And being kept in the dark further wouldn't help matters.
Adrienne sighed and then shrugged as if to say 'what the hell'. She took a deep breath and then said, "I had uterine fibroids, Ben. Doesn't usually happen to girls my age but it does happen. It's not cancerous or anything, but it was making my period REALLY bad and giving me a lot of pain. The pain came and went, so we could still have sex. But some days I was just miserable."
I started to get horrified that I'd completely misjudged the situation. And a second later, Adrienne confirmed it.
"So a couple of weeks ago, I went to the doctor to get it checked out. I had a follow-up last Tuesday. And they were able to schedule me in for surgery yesterday afternoon. That's why I haven't been able to meet up with you in the afternoons, Ben. And I'm on bedrest now for a few days while I heal up from the surgery. Sorry boyfriend, I'm kind of out of commission for a little bit."
"So why didn't you just tell me?"
Adrienne squirmed. "Because ... It's really personal. I mean ... there was stuff wrong with my uterus, Ben. I don't just go around announcing that to everyone I know. And you've only been my boyfriend for less than two months. I didn't want to make you feel weird about having sex with me."
She sighed and rolled her head around her neck, stretching it out. "If you had just called me instead of coming over, I could have just explained that I was sick and then come back on Thursday or Friday and we'd be all back to normal. You would never have had to know."
Right then, I made what may very well be the dumbest mistake of my life. I could have just expressed sympathy and gone on like nothing ever happened. But no, I opened my big mouth and blurted, "So you weren't fucking Jake Harbor?"
"What?" Adrienne snorted. "Jake? Hell no. Whatever gave you THAT idea?"
"Uh, well..." I stammered. I'd been doing that a lot lately, a sign of how messed up my life was becoming. "It just seemed that every time you couldn't meet up with me, I found you two flirting and giggling and touching each other. Elyse insinuated that you two were doing a little something on the side. And Donna said that having your little flings on the side was just something you always did."
"Elyse? Donna? You're listening to THOSE two?" Adrienne glared at me, piercing through whatever fog of painkillers she was on.
"Well ... I ... uh..." I stammered, looking nervous.
Adrienne fixed her look on me and clearly saw something in my eyes, because the next moment she looked ready to jump out of bed and tackle me, weak energy or not. "Ben. Did you do something stupid?"
"Well ... I ... uh..." I stammered.
"Ben..." she warned.
I winced and felt a mental flashback to when I admitted my indiscretion to Megan and Cassidy. We'd all been in the foothills, watching the sun setting over the ocean in a romantic and beautiful moment. And then seconds later they were doing their best to beat the crap out of me.
Now it was time for Beating: Part 2. I sighed and looked at the floor. "I had sex with Cassidy on Monday."
Things were very quiet for a long minute. No sounds. I don't think I was even breathing. The seconds ticked by with agonizing slowness.
One...
Two...
Three...
Twenty-eight...
Somewhere around sixty-seven, Adrienne said quietly. "Get out."
I picked my head up and gave her a pained look. I saw the tears streaking down Adrienne's cheeks and my instinct was to step forward and comfort her. But the moment I moved forward she held a hand up to stop me.
"I thought you were different, Ben. I thought I could trust you. I was falling in love with you. Don't you see, Ben? I would have given you my heart. But now I see that you're just another guy," she said coldly.
Maybe my ears were full of mucus from the sniffles that were threatening me as well, but I could have sworn I heard some of Megan's voice in Adrienne's words. "Adrienne..." I pleaded.
"Get out," she said a little more harshly.
So I left.
Adrienne didn't return to school the next day. Ostensibly, it was because she was still sick. But even her absence didn't prevent the spread of information.
At lunch, Candy just gave me the cold shoulder. Adrienne must have told her best friend. Even Mizuho glared at me. Something told me the pretty Japanese girl's invitation for recreational sex was no longer valid. And I knew better than to try and eat lunch with their group that day.
Oddly enough, Kenny Doyle caught up to me while I was meandering aimlessly around the main quad. "You looking for a place to sit down?" he asked.
"Uh, kinda, yeah."
"C'mon, bro," he head-nodded and I followed him over.
Sung and Daniel smiled as I approached the old table. Elaine frowned, Megan looked at me oddly, and Cassidy had an unreadable expression. I still wound up at the far end of the table with just guys around me, but for today, I could live with it. At least I wasn't completely outcast from EVERYONE.
But it still hurt inside. I missed my "new" old crew: Lynne and Mizuho and Jae and Summer, etc. And so I was pretty quiet at lunch. And when it was over, I looked off to see Megan, Cassidy, and Elaine walking away together in a pack, their heads bowed together as they were deep in conversation.
I stayed pretty quiet all the way home.
Thursday was more of the same. Summer and Lynne were still friendly with me and the others weren't exactly making me feel like a leper, unlike the first time I'd been in this situation. Perhaps their group was a little more jaded on the whole concept of cheating. But I still didn't want to attempt eating lunch with them. It would just be too awkward.
So once again, I ate with my old crew, albeit on the outer edge. But this time, when the meal was finished but well before the bells rang, Cassidy walked around and tapped me on the shoulder, nodding her head off towards a more private space.
I brightened almost immediately. Cassidy, at least, was someone who still loved me. Even after cheating the first time, Cassidy had forgiven me and still hoped for reconciliation. She'd wanted to get back together with me. And after we'd had sex on Monday, the first thing she asked me on Tuesday was whether or not I'd broken up with Adrienne.
Well, Adrienne had ordered me out of her life. And as much as that hurt, it meant that I was free again. So maybe now Cassidy and I could get back together the way she'd always wanted!
I got up, cognizant that a dozen pairs of eyes were on me and Cassidy, and I followed her over. Megan and Elaine trailed us but kept their distance. And once Cassidy and I were standing in a semi-private alcove, I realized that we were positioned so that Cassidy could see her friends just past my shoulder, perhaps as support for what she had to say to me.
That knowledge tempered my rising hope. The fact that Cassidy might need their support couldn't bode well for me. And the tone in the redhead's first words didn't help ease my anxiety. "Look, Ben..."
My heart sank. It didn't drop so much as fall back to where it had been most of the past couple of days. Cassidy caught the expression on my face and she faltered in her carefully prepared speech. I felt Megan and Elaine drawing closer.
But Cassidy looked up at the ceiling and sighed, gathering herself and stopping Megan and Elaine's advance. And when she looked at me, there were tears in her eyes. "Ben, I'm still in love with you."
The words were nice, but the wince on Cassidy's face and the pain in her eyes were certainly not encouraging.
"Ben, I want us to get back together; but I'm afraid. I'm afraid you'd break my heart."
"Cassidy..." I began.
"No, no, wait. Let me finish," she held up a hand to stop me. "I love you, Ben. But I don't trust you. You cheated once on me. That, I might be able to handle. I told you I understood. But you cheated again."
"With you!" I protested.
"Doesn't matter," Cassidy grimaced. "I have to live with what I did myself. I wanted you Ben. I seduced you. You didn't exactly protest, but I know my own role in what I did. I'll have to apologize to Adrienne when I see her."
I frowned and looked confused. Cassidy took a deep breath and then looked me straight in the eye. "We're not getting back together, Ben. For months it's all I wanted, but now that it's here, I know it's not what's best for me. You're just a guy, Ben. And you're actually MORE susceptible than most guys. You've got a reputation at this school. You've got dozens of girls around here who want to get into your pants. It'll happen again. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But it'll happen again. I just can't trust you, Ben."
"But I'm broken up with Adrienne! It's what you wanted, isn't it?" I whined.
Cassidy's eyes hardened as she glared at me like I'd just insulted her. "I am NOT just your fallback option, Ben. You can't just crawl back to me because Miss Big Tits dumps you for cheating. I will NOT be second fiddle to HER."
"Freckles..." I pleaded.
"No, Ben. I still love you. I've got to deal with that. And I'm not saying forever ... but..." she exhaled. And for a long few seconds, she stared at the floor.
I stayed silent and waited her out. I didn't have a moral leg to stand on and opening my mouth at this point would only make things worse.
At last, Cassidy just shook her head and sighed. "I'm sorry, Ben." And then with tears streaking down her face, she walked past me and right into the waiting arms of both Megan and Elaine.
And now I REALLY felt alone.
In the darkest pits of despair, I walked through the shadows with my head down, cringing against the light. Hunched over, I felt like I was four feet tall. The end of the school day couldn't come fast enough.
After the last bell, I walked listlessly towards the parking lot. My pace was slow enough that many of my classmates walked around me and continued on their way, like a stream of cars at rush hour buzzing past the completely random dude riding a bicycle down the middle of the freeway.
More than a few people bumped me. Some were accidental, just kids in a hurry. Others were annoyed people who wanted to give me a love tap in reminder of how much I was delaying their lives. I'm just surprised no one punched me in the back of the head.
But only one person grabbed my ass. I stiffened and stood straight at the contact and felt a fresh piece of paper sliding into my back pocket. Standing next to me was a beautiful bottle-blonde, with a pretty face and a honeyed smile. Her big tits made themselves obvious through her blouse, which had several buttons undone. If she hadn't been wearing the white tank top underneath, she probably would have been suspended for indecency.
Donna Kincaid's eyes twinkled as she leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Here's my address. Why don't you stop by and we can ... chat..."
I grimaced and looked over at the busty slut. "I don't think I'd be much use to you in this current state."
"You let me worry about that, Big Ben. I'm very good at improving people's moods."
What the hell was I doing here? Sure, I had nowhere else to go. Adrienne hated me. Cassidy didn't trust me. But I still knew in the back of my head that I shouldn't be here. I really should just turn around, get back in my car, and go home. I could entertain myself playing board games with Brooke and the twins.
Twice, I turned around to leave. Both times, I turned back. I was about to get laid, and with all the stress and pain I'd been through in the past few days, the idea of getting laid sounded REALLY good. After all, with no more girlfriends, I had NO idea the next time I'd have the chance to have sex with someone other than my right hand.
Eventually, Donna opened the door and all further debates were rendered pointless. Subtlety was not high on this girl's list of priorities, and the curly blonde teenage sex bomb greeted me wearing nothing but a pair of porno-high heels and a smile.
And her naked body was glorious.
It was a good thing her front door opened on the side of the house, with a high fence warding the next door neighbor. It meant that no one but me could see the state of dress Donna was in. She posed prettily, then lifted her chin while smiling enigmatically and hooked a finger towards me, beckoning me inside. Obediently, I entered and she swung the door closed with a casual push.
I still wasn't feeling particularly sexy or confident in this moment. I felt more like a dog that had been crossing the street during a rainstorm and had subsequently been hit by two cars, thrown against the pavement, and THEN trampled by a toddler who thought my coat of fur made for a nice playpen. But my dick recognized a hot female's naked body and I was quickly sporting quite the erection in my jeans. After all, the damn thing hadn't been used since Monday.
Unfettered, Donna's heavy tits sagged just enough to prove that they were real. The round orbs looked as big as Dayna's. Overall, she wasn't as toned or fit as some of the cheerleaders, but she wasn't chunky either. Her ass was nicely padded, her skin was clear, and she had the curvaceous appeal of a healthy girl who liked her sex, built for "comfort" as they say.
We didn't bother with preliminaries. Donna simply moved me over to the couch and then sat me down, kneeling on the floor so that she could begin removing my clothes. My jeans and shorts came first, and the beautiful blonde simply sighed happily. "I KNEW you'd have a great cock."
"Thanks," I started saying, but the word turned into a grunt as she quickly ducked her head and deep-throated me on the very first try.
I barely knew the girl. I knew her name and her reputation, but we'd really never carried on a conversation lasting more than a couple of minutes. I didn't know if she had siblings or what her parents did for a living. I didn't know how old she was or what plans for the future she had. But I knew she was good-looking and right now, all I cared about her was that she had her mouth wrapped around my dick.
And this girl could suck cock. She was wet. She was sloppy. And she could do INCREDIBLE things with her lips.
"Oh, FUCK, Donna!" I grunted. She was right. She was very good at improving moods. Right now, all I could think about was sex. Girlfriend issues, upcoming college applications, family issues, none of them mattered. I was getting the blowjob of a lifetime and all too quickly, I felt myself losing orgasmic control.
When I came, I came buckets. After being wickedly pleasured by this accomplished fellatrix, I shot off like a cannon, blasting great wads of built-up cum into the back of Donna's throat. Her eyes bulged when she felt the force of my first impact, and then I watched her throat muscles working overtime as she fought to keep up.
Eventually, the hot blonde drained me of every drop of semen I had in my body, leaving me a limp puddle of flesh on her couch. I'd sagged until I was practically lying down, with my hips at the edge of the seat and my head flopping over the backrest so that I stared at the ceiling somewhere behind me.
"Holy crap..." I groaned. That particular orgasm had been quite the stress relief.
"Like that?" Donna smirked while reaching down with one finger to scoop up a stray glob of jism from her chin.
"Oh, hell yeah..."
"Think you can return the favor?" The impish nymph winked at me as she settled onto the couch beside me, spreading her legs to the sides and reaching down to spread apart her own labia with her fingers.
I grinned and rolled over to kneel between the hot blonde's thighs, leaning down with my tongue extended. For all Donna's experience, I'd show her she'd NEVER had a lover like me.
They say that meaningless sex is just a complex form of masturbation. Well fine. I happen to LIKE masturbation. It feels good. Nobody's hurt. Why the hell not?
I'd made love with girls I deeply cared about. I'd fucked the shit out of them too, when the mood was right. I'd also had boring maintenance sex; you know, routine-not-so-great-but-decent-enough sex in the middle of a relationship. There's a time and place for all of them.
And when none of the above were options, I happily settled for complex masturbation. And Donna Kincaid was a VERY good partner in that regard.
She was limber, athletic, and kinky as hell. She never took her heels off. I'm not sure I could have figured out the complicated straps that wrapped around her ankles anyways. They actually made things easier. When I fucked her on the floor, Donna was able to grab the heels and tug her legs even wider to allow my cock that extra eighth of an inch of penetration so that my cockhead repeatedly banged against her cervix. And when I fucked her from behind, I was able to use the heels to hold her feet together while her knees were splayed out to the sides, similarly stretching her in a way that I thought would be painful but apparently she enjoyed.
In fact, Donna enjoyed just about everything. Her clit was large and extremely sensitive. Her G-spot seemed to be her entire pussy. And everything I did made her cum. And she couldn't have been faking them. The hot teen squirted so much I'm surprised she wasn't dehydrated. If I could cum that easily, I'd be having sex as often as possible, too.
Donna went nuts when I blindfolded her and repeatedly spanked her mid-fuck. That part was exciting for me. But I got a little freaked out when she had me squeeze her neck lightly while I drilled her missionary style on the bed. And after I plugged Donna's asshole full of cum, I felt both aroused and disgusted when she squirted it all out into a brandy tumbler and then drank it back up with a straw.
By then, it was 4pm and we'd already screwed in a half-dozen positions. Donna and I took a shower together, of course resulting in her breasts becoming squeaky clean. And then once outside, Donna slipped into a bathrobe and then tossed me my clothes.
I frowned, "What? Done already? I've got two more hours!"
The beautiful teen slicked back her hair, the dark roots now blending in with her wet tresses. And she fixed me with an impish smile. "Really? You've already cum three times! You came in all my holes and gave me dozens of orgasms, Big Ben. You certainly lived up to your reputation already."
I pulled away my towel to reveal my latest erection. "And I still got more. I WAS dating All-Day Adrienne."
Donna giggles became full blown laughter as I darted forward and scooped her up into my arms. A minute later, I had her pinned to her bed with her feet in the air. And we both growled and giggled as my cock smoothly pistoned in and out of her sloppy, wet cunt.
Back at home, I couldn't look my own sister in the eye as I hung my head in shame. I wasn't proud of what I'd done. In a moment of weakness, I'd succumbed to temptation and fucked the school slut.
Hey, Donna certainly knew how to use her body and the sex had been quite satisfying. But that was it. Hours later, the high of my complex masturbation wore off and I was right back into my emotional hole. And at dinner, when my parents asked why I'd been out of it for the past few days, Brooke helpfully informed them that I was having problems with Adrienne.
Mom clucked. "Oh, but you two seemed so happy together! I thought it was so cute that you were dating a girl from just across the street."
I absorbed my mom's sympathy and glared at Brooke for informing the parental units of my romantic complications. At least the rumors had not yet spread that I'd cheated on Adrienne. As far as most people knew, we'd simply broken up and I was returning to my old crew.
That is ... IF I still had an old crew to return to. I'd gotten back on good terms with the gang, playing basketball with the boys, flirting back with the Sanders twins, and even becoming at least cordial with Megan and Elaine. But sleeping again with Cassidy threatened to undo all that, and I had no idea what the next day held for me.
Maybe, just maybe, it was time I started to consider the consequences of my actions before I stuck my dick into a girl.
Adrienne returned to school on Friday. She looked fit and healthy, if still just a bit weak from painkillers and too many days spent sleeping. She was also walking a bit funny. I'm just a guy and therefore I will never know what it's like to have your uterus operated on, but just watching Adrienne walk, I imagined it wasn't very pleasant.
I made no attempts to approach Adrienne when I saw her. She was always with one or more of her friends, and the one time I looked like I was going to say something in passing, Candy just shot me a look and the beautiful young women cruised down the hallway as if I didn't exist.
On the bright side, my other friends were just as welcoming and accepting of me as they'd been for the past week. Kenny, Daniel and the boys chatted me up in the corridors and even Megan greeted me in passing between classes. And then at lunch, Cassidy went out of her way to say hello to me and make every attempt to have a normal conversation, although I found it difficult to hold up my end as I was still hurting from her outright rejection of me the day before. But I tried. I really did.
She still loved me. Who knew what the future held?
In the end I spent most of the lunch period chatting with my boys and planning on Saturday's basketball game. And when it was time to move along, we got up and headed for the trash can only to find that Adrienne was standing between us and the can, her arms folded over her prodigious chest, Candy and Mizuho flanking her on each side.
Suddenly nervous, Kenny and Daniel decided to make themselves invisible and practically hid behind me. Well, Kenny actually ducked behind me. Daniel muttered something about Elaine and headed for his girlfriend.
Nervously, I stepped forward ready to receive whatever verbal lashing she wanted to administer. I thought I heard the courtyard quiet as conversations died all around us while people decided to witness whatever was about to go down.
But it wasn't anything serious. Adrienne just fixed me with a serious gaze and said, "We need to talk."
"Okay," I replied, stiffening my back and trying to stand as tall as possible, projecting an air of confidence.
"Come by my house this afternoon."
"Okay."
Adrienne spun about face, and walked away.
I was used to meeting up at Adrienne's on a Friday afternoon. But something told me this wasn't going to be anything like our usual dates.
She met me at her door just like she'd done dozens of times. Only this time, there were no strategically undone buttons on her blouse and she didn't tackle me the moment I got into the foyer.
Adrienne did, however, step forward and wrap her arms behind my head, pulling me close for a slow burn kiss that brought back so many pleasant memories. I had more than my fair share of lovers over the past year or so. I enjoyed my time with all of them, and I'd felt a lot of emotion for some of them. But no one excited me like Adrienne. I felt a rush of adrenaline and arousal coursing through my body as I gripped her tighter. And for a few blissful moments, I believed that everything would go back to normal.
But Adrienne pulled away, pain evident on her face despite the pleasure of our kiss. Her eyebrows furrowed and she turned away from me, heading into the living room and leaving me to close the door behind myself.
The beautiful young woman was sitting on the couch and made no move to distance us when I took a seat next to her. But she didn't touch me again as she collected her thoughts. I just waited her out silently.
At last, Adrienne took a deep breath and asked, "Do you still love me?"
"Yes," I said sincerely.
"Do you still love her?"
I took a deep breath, blinking several times. We both knew she was referring to Cassidy, the girl I'd cheated on Adrienne with. I winced and then hedged, "Not like I love you."
"But you do, right?" Adrienne said firmly. "I mean, she's your ex-girlfriend. You even warned me in the beginning that you were still half in love with Megan and Cassidy and it hasn't even been two full months."
Grimacing, I closed my eyes and briefly prayed that this whole thing would just go away by the time I opened them again. I HATED this. Life was so much easier when it was just me and Megan. But it didn't go away, and Adrienne was still looking at me intently as I opened my eyes.
"You know Cassidy apologized to me today?" Adrienne chuckled. "She walked right up to me in front of Candy and Summer and told me she was deeply sorry for seducing you. I couldn't believe it."
I arched an eyebrow. Cassidy had told me she was going to do so and I didn't believe it.
"I was so bemused I actually told her right there that I wasn't mad at her. If nothing else, fair was fair since I'd seduced you away from her in the first place." Adrienne looked off past my shoulder as if reliving the moment. "That didn't really go over so well. We both got kind of awkward after that. But I think we both felt a little relief from guilt after that."
Both my eyebrows went up in amazement, but I bit my lip nervously.
Adrienne just sighed again and then asked softly, "Do you want to start dating her again?"
I took a deep breath and then shook my head in the negative. "Cassidy doesn't want me anyways. She says she still loves me but she can't trust me."
"I'm not sure I can trust you," Adrienne shook her head. But she inhaled and sat up straighter, inadvertently expanding her bosom and making me do the yo-yo thing to glance at her tits. "Then again, I'm not exactly pure as the driven snow, either, Ben."
I arched my eyebrow, old jealousy bubbling up to the surface. "Wait, have you-?"
"No, no. Not since we've been together. I've been loyal," Adrienne said firmly. And then she exhaled mournfully. "But that's not the way I usually am. I've certainly done my share of cheating, Ben. In fact, I don't think I've ever had a boyfriend I didn't eventually cheat on. And to be perfectly honest, I HAD started scoping out other boys ever since Prom."
I blinked at that, not sure how to react. "You had?"
Adrienne took a deep breath and then sighed. "I'm an attention-whore, Ben. I know it. It's why I get so turned on by all the guys flirting with me at parties or staring at me when I'm cheerleading. And it's ... tempting ... to take some of those guys to the next step past flirting. They clearly throw themselves at me, wanting to fuck. It's probably as tempting as it is for you when a girl throws herself at you, wanting to fuck."
She closed her eyes, and still with eyes closed she said, "And it can only be harder when you know the girl is in love with you and that you still have feelings for her as well."
I felt the first stirring of hope inside me. Could Adrienne actually forgive me? So I asked, "What are you saying?"
She took a deep breath and then said, "Ben, what I'm saying is that I don't want to give up on us just yet. I know things haven't been as exciting for us lately as they were at first. New love and intense passion fading and all. Honeymoon phases..."
Adrienne waved her hand absently as she rattled off all the relationship psychobabble we'd heard on TV and from friends. "But ... I AM falling for you, Ben. And I don't want to lose this. You listen to me like no other boy has ever done before. You treat me like a queen when we're together, but you also know just when to fuck me like a whore when I want it."
I started leaning into her, letting my intense attraction, lust, and affection for this gorgeous creature swell up inside me. I moved my hands forward and Adrienne slipped her palms over mine, twisting our fingers together as little smiles crossed both our faces.
"Ben, I want to promise you I won't ever cheat again," Adrienne said earnestly, her eyes glowing from a light tan towards golden. "I can change. I can be loyal. I want to be ... for you. I want to be better."
"Okay," I smiled.
"And can I trust you, Ben? Can you make me the same promise?" Adrienne twisted her mouth up in fear and concern. "Candy says I'm crazy. Once a cheater, always a cheater. She can't even make Trevor swear to be loyal because she knows he can't. But if you tell me you can be loyal, I'll believe you." Her eyes were shining, and Adrienne was never more beautiful than she was in this moment.
Energy swelled inside me as I broke out into a wide smile. But then another thought entered my head. Could I? Could I really be loyal? I WANTED to be better myself. But was I even capable?
Cassidy wanted to be with me, but she couldn't trust me. Keira warned me that I needed to take a step back from everything and figure out who I really was and what I really wanted. I HAD been led around by my dick. And right now, if I promised Adrienne my loyalty and didn't keep my word, I would be forever finished with her. I didn't want that.
And then my mouth went dry as I realized one other thing: I had committed another indiscretion, with Donna. Knowing what I knew now, that Adrienne would want me back, I would never have gone over to Donna's place. But it was too late. I had.
Perhaps I could lie or just hope it all went away. Maybe Adrienne would never find out? But I'd watched enough movies to know better. The girl ALWAYS found out. And if I didn't come clean now that mistake would surely come back to haunt me even worse. And in that knowledge, I felt all hope fleeing my body.
Adrienne's face fell as she watched my expression drop from earnest enthusiasm to nervous shame. By the time my smile went away completely, she dropped her hands from mine and glared at me, realizing that my answer wouldn't be what she'd been hoping for. That light in her eyes flickered and dimmed. "Ben?" she asked in a frightened voice.
I was fucked. And not in a good way. Nervously, I began, "I want to promise. I want to believe." I took a deep breath. "But I'm not sure I can keep that promise."
Adrienne's jaw quivered. "Why not?"
I sighed and looked down in shame. "Because ... I'm ... I don't have a very good track record of this, Adrienne. A hot girl flashes some skin at me or starts kissing me and I get a stiffy and my brain turns into sperm. I did it with you. I did it with Cassidy."
"You resisted Elyse." Adrienne shook her head, willing herself to believe. Then she leaned in and squeezed my hands, looking adoringly into my eyes. "That was one of the most important days of my life, Ben. I KNOW you have the potential to be the man I think you can be. The kind of man I can finally trust with my heart. And you brushed aside Donna."
The moment the name Donna escaped her lips, I closed my eyes and winced. Adrienne caught on immediately and pounced. Her voice elevated in pitch and volume. "Wait, Donna Kincaid?"
Now I was pinching my eyes shut and cringing as if waiting to be slapped.
"The same Donna Kincaid who stole Robbie Pederson from me?" Adrienne's voice got louder. "Dyed-blonde hair? Big boobs? School slut? That Donna?" Adrienne spat rapid-fire.
I cringed and nodded, daring to peek my eyes open. I was just in time to see Adrienne's hand whizzing at my head.
"OWW!!!" I yelped when her slap impacted right on top of my ear, turning the sensitive cartilage red.
"WHEN???" Adrienne thundered and hit me again. "While we were dating???"
"Oww! No!" I protested with my arms over my face.
"Then when?" Adrienne slapped me one more time.
"Yesterday!" I exclaimed and then tried to explain, "You'd dumped me! Cassidy didn't want to go near me! I was depressed and alone and she threw herself at me!"
"I never dumped you!" Adrienne shrieked. "I just didn't want to see you for a couple of days because I was pissed and I was on painkillers!"
Oh, I'd never thought of it that way.
"FUUUUCK!" Adrienne screamed as she got up and turned around, waving her arms and slapping air. Then she sat upright and did the math, shaking her head in disgust. "That was Tuesday! Two days? You fucked her after two days! You really CAN'T keep it in your pants, can you?"
Adrienne spun back to me, her eyes now glowing in golden fireballs that were NOT welcoming. And then she ran back to start hitting me again while I cowered and tried to protect my face.
This time, Adrienne made clear that I was dumped.
"So what's the deal with you and Adrienne?" Kenny asked casually as he bounced the ball back to me, giving me my change after nailing a warm-up three- pointer.
"Dude, I don't wanna talk about it," I said as I dribbled to the left and drained another.
He shrugged and this time Daniel bounced the ball back to me. Kenny then looked up and smiled with a lustful grin on his face. "So ... does this mean Adrienne's available now?"
Kenny just barely had enough time to turn away before I flung the ball square into the middle of his back.
On Monday, I arrived at school to find the absolute WEIRDEST scene I could have ever possibly imagined. You know how they say the enemy of my enemy is my friend? Well, as I cruised over to my old crew's usual hangout, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw that Megan, Cassidy, and Adrienne were all sitting together and talking.
Yeah, my two original girlfriends were chatting with my most recent ex-girlfriend, the same girl who'd stolen me from them in the first place. Oh, this could NOT be good.
Just then, Adrienne looked up, saw me, and immediately broke into tears. Cassidy leaned forward, whispering something and stroking her former rival's back. Megan craned her head around to see what had caused the tall blonde's latest emotional breakdown, and of course saw me standing there with a dumbstruck expression on my face.
The petite Chinese girl then got up and swiftly walked over to me. I neither approached her nor fled. I just sagged where I was standing and waited for the inevitable verbal beatdown.
"You really know how to fuck up a situation, don't you, Ben?" Megan shook her head at me. "Donna Kincaid?"
I grimaced and looked apologetic. There were no words that would bail me out of this situation.
"When did you become one of the bad boys, Ben?" Megan asked coldly, her eyes mere slits as she glared.
I sighed and looked my ex-girlfriend in the eye. "I was always a bad boy, Megan. I always wanted to get laid. I may not have ever pushed a girl beyond what she wanted to give me, but if she'd ever give me the whole enchilada, I would have taken it in a heartbeat." I shrugged and exhaled loudly. "Every guy wants to be a bad boy, Megan."
Megan frowned and then took another step closer to me, softly putting her hand on my chest and looking down. She took a deep breath and then looked up into my eyes, all traces of anger gone, leaving only her concern. "Not always, Ben. You forget, I threw myself at you once. You decided, on your own, that I wasn't ready. And you let me wait until my 16th birthday, remember?"
I looked up and thought back. Hmm, I did wait. I frowned, wondering where I'd gone wrong.
Megan saw the change on my face and said. "Good Ben is still in there somewhere. I know it."
I sighed. "If you find him, will you let me know?"
Megan smirked and rubbed my chest. "Of course I will. I want to meet him, maybe even more than you. And I believe in you, Ben. Right now, you're getting swept up in your own legend. Girls keep offering and you keep taking. But someday, hopefully soon, you'll realize how empty that makes you feel inside."
I stared at my friend, wondering how the hell a girl I'd hurt so badly could still care about me. After we'd broken up, I figured the best I could hope for was just "non-hostile acquaintance".
Megan smiled and patted my chest. "When you realize that and decide you want to be a good person again, give me a call."
And with that enigmatic little smile, my first girlfriend turned around and walked back to her group.
I spent a lot of that day in self-introspection. I walked alone in between periods. At lunch, I deliberately went and found a quiet spot all by myself so I wouldn't be distracted by anyone. And I pondered my existence.
Having a girlfriend was fantastic. Yeah, I really liked the feeling of partnership and companionship, but above all, I LOVED having a regular source for sex. So far, I'd been considering two sexual encounters a week the bare minimum. But without a girlfriend, I wouldn't have that regular source anymore. I might not get ANY.
So in that sense, I wanted to find another girlfriend. But even if I found a girl I wanted to be with that much, could I stay loyal? Maybe not. My track record certainly sucked in that regard. And beyond that, there was Keira's suggestion that I step back from my relationships for a while to figure out what and who I really wanted. Maybe I needed some time to back away and figure out what real love truly was.
But in the middle of all this introspection on the nature of love and the natural conflict between my desire to be loyal and my impulses to just get laid, I got rather sidetracked. Or rather, several people kept on distracting me.
First there was Donna. After lunch while I was walking to my next class, the sultry bottle-blonde sidled up next to me and slid her hand into my back pocket. There was no piece of paper this time; she just wanted to palm my ass. "Hey there, big boy. Had a great time last week. You up for an encore sometime?"
I was still in the mode of trying to be "Good Ben" so I shook my head and arched an eyebrow. "What, you want to go steady or something?"
"Steady? Hell no," Donna yanked her hand out from my jeans. She looked me up and down and then smirked. "But tell you what, gimme a call any time you're feeling a little ... lonely. Word is going around that Adrienne dumped you and you're now a free agent. So if you find yourself looking for some no-frills company, you know where I live and you've got my number."
I nodded. "Sure, Donna. We'll see."
She grinned and bounced away.
And that got me thinking. Maybe even without a girlfriend, I could still get laid twice a week, and without worrying about the whole loyalty aspect of things.
The second distraction came in the form of Stacey Whitehouse, a beautiful, willowy Senior brunette whose family had more money than just about anyone in school. She intercepted me between fifth and sixth periods to strike up a conversation out of the blue. The girl had never talked to me before in my life, and yet here she was asking about how I was doing and how she'd heard I'd broken up with Adrienne and did I have plans for Friday night?
Stacey's family was from Vermont or something and she spoke with an alluring upscale New England accent. I was nearly seduced by the sound of her voice and her obvious interest. But again I was still in "Good Ben" mode so I gently and politely turned her down, making clear that I was certainly interested (she had a pretty hot body), but that I wanted to take some time to myself before jumping back into the dating game.
The mild rejection sent her two disciples tittering from their spot three feet behind us. Stacey shot them a glare and then graciously accepted my answer. She did however insist, "When you do get back in the game, be sure to look me up," she said in that enticing accent. The tease of her tongue on her lips and the way her soft brown eyes twinkled at me.
I nodded agreement and then Stacey stopped my forward progress with a hand to my chest. "Just don't take too long Ben. I'm graduating soon and well," she gave me a saucy grin. "I just want to have some fun with what time I have left. Nothing serious. You understand?"
The breathy pant in Stacey's voice and the way she pinched her arms together to squeeze her cleavage made her intentions quite clear. I let my eyes drop to the exposed creamy flesh and then back up into her eyes. And feeling my mouth water, I nodded and then said, "Sure, I'll let you know."
After Stacey, I started noticing all the looks I was getting in the hallways. Various coteries of girls would giggle as I passed and then huddle together once I moved on. A couple of meatheads I sort of knew slapped me on the back and expressed their sympathies over my breakup with Adrienne, simultaneously feeling bad for me and also asking how she was in the sack.
After the last class, the Sanders twins ran into me and then both cute brunettes were flirting outrageously, giggling constantly and making up random excuses to touch my arm or brush themselves against my hip. And even some other cheerleaders passed me with waves, a flirty wink, or a sexy "Hiii, Bennn." Those girls seemed unconcerned that I'd just broken up with one of their fellow cheerleaders.
So once I got home, I found myself sitting on my bed, my hands apart and palms up as if weighing the two options: I could take Keira's and Megan's advice and rediscover Good Ben. I'd settle down and really contemplate what I wanted out of my life, search for the meaning of real love, and commit myself to forging that kind of emotional connection and prioritizing it over physical satisfaction. I could choose what was right over what was easy.
Or, I could embrace my inner bad boy and get laid with as many chicks as possible. And it would feel SOOO good.
My brain knew what was right. After all, I KNEW both Keira and Megan cared a lot about me and wanted what was best for me. But for now, my head was starting to hurt from too much thinking. And my hormones were acting up since I hadn't gotten off since last Thursday, my dick throbbing with its own need. And there was a piece of paper sitting right next to my phone, beckoning to me.
So making a decision, I grabbed the paper and lifted the handset out of the telephone cradle.
Forty minutes later, I slammed my hips forward, my ab muscles tense and vibrating while the ecstasy flooded my mind.
"FUCK ME, BEN! HARDER! RAM THAT BIG DICK INTO MY LITTLE CUNT!"
My hands squeezed tighter around the big orbs in my grasp. My fingers pinched down on the erect nipples as the heavy boobs were simultaneously supple and firm against my palms. And using them as handholds, I jerked her lighter body back against my hips, using the leverage to cram an extra eighth of an inch of meat into her spasming snatch.
"HARDER! DEEPER! FUUUUCK!" she cried, tossing her blonde hair into the air as she arched her back and squealed in orgasm.
Once more I slammed my crotch against her tight ass. Once more I felt the exquisite pleasure of my hypersensitive cock battering apart her vaginal folds which squeezed me so nicely as I burrowed all the way down to her cervical wall.
"I'M CUMMING! I'M FUCKING CUMMING ON YOUR COCK!"
And so was I. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through my brain, matching each volley of jism I was spurting out into the willing cunt beneath me. I felt sooo niiice.
"FILL ME! CREAM ME! DROWN ME IN YOUR SPERM!"
She was willing. I was willing. Hey, what was the problem? None as far as I could tell. And when I was done filling her up with spunk, I pulled out and flopped onto my back, gasping for oxygen.
Donna Kincaid rolled her naked body next to me, propping herself up with one elbow. Her big tits squished together, forming a line of cleavage parallel to the mattress. "Feel good?"
"Fuck, yeah," I grunted.
"That's all that matters." She grinned and giggled, "Welcome to the world of being a slut.."
18 Chapter 16: Casual Sex l
JUNE 2001, JUNIOR YEAR
"Unnnnnh! Ohhhhhh! Unnnnnh!" The hot brunette before me had been whining and whimpering constantly for the past fifteen minutes.
I held myself balls deep inside the tight, clenching pussy. With my hands gripping her slender hips, I ground my pelvic bone against her asscheeks and pivoted my cock inside her, stretching out her vaginal walls.
Her head hung down between her shoulder blades in this doggy-style position, her silky brown hair cascading down to the mattress and revealing the creamy skin of her neck. And since I wasn't presently pounding her body and throwing her off-balance, she was able to support herself on just her right arm while her left hand rubbed insistently at her own clit.
And from the combination of my thick cock rubbing her insides and her own manual manipulations, Stacey Whitehouse, wealthy and beautiful Senior babe, started her orgasm.
Her back bowed into a reversed arch, her belly heading towards the bed while her shoulders went rigid, and she thrust her ass up against me. She tossed her head back, sending that mane of dark hair flying into the air, and her scream was loud enough that the maids would have no doubt what was occurring inside their employer's daughter's bedroom.
I kept rotating my dick while she spasmed. And towards the tail end of her climax, I re-started pumping my shaft in and out of her. Stacey's hips bucked and heaved against me as her orgasm played out, and then she let her arms collapse as she dropped down to the bed, only her ass held upright by my cock currently skewering her cunt.
She managed to balance on her knees long enough for me to thrust my way up to the edge of my own climax, and as I felt the pressure building, I grunted out my warning. "I'm gonna cum, Stacey."
It was part of the routine. She was protected, but her parents had drilled into her the dangers of getting knocked up when she had such a high net worth, and so she never let a boy cum inside her pussy, period. If he did, that would be the last time he ever touched her. I didn't mind. There were plenty of other places to leave my deposits.
Stacey thrust against me twice more, not yet willing to give up the full sensations, but then she leaned away from me until my dick popped free and she flopped around onto her back. I hurriedly scooted forward on my knees until I was straddling her chest; and she quickly seized my cock in her left hand and began stroking me in earnest.
"Cum on me, Ben," Stacey urged in that alluring accent. "Cum all over my naked body." I LOVED the way she pronounced 'body' like 'bohd-dee'.
As the pleasure overwhelmed me, I looked down to see the pretty brunette with perfect makeup and grooming tilt her head back and open her mouth gaping wide. It was such an inviting target, and with a low grunt I let my first wad fly.
Her aim was slightly off from her jacking motions, and the first string of cum lanced across her nose and down across her upper lip. But the second shot went straight in, and the third. And then smiling broadly as she swallowed, Stacey let her head fall back against the mattress and she continued jerking me, letting the rest of my jism dribble out and splatter over her neck and tits while she bathed herself in my cream shower.
Five minutes and a couple of washcloths later, I was fully dressed and Stacey wrapped herself in a silky, sheer robe. She escorted me to the front doors of her personal suite, and when she opened them, a maid was already waiting in the hallway.
"Ma'am," the maid bowed to Stacey and then handed me a Gatorade. The maid had come prepared after the last few visits.
Then the maid turned to me. "Will there be anything else, sir?"
Stacey chuckled. "No, I think he got everything he came for."
I smiled in agreement.
Stacey sighed and leaned against the doorjamb. "When can you visit again?"
I thought over my schedule and Stacey's typical intervals. She usually wanted to get fucked every four or five days or so. It was a Saturday so I suggested, "How about Thursday?"
Stacey smiled and then leaned in to peck me on the lips. "See you then!"
The maid then escorted me out. Just another routine afternoon.
Brooke met me by the door when I came in. She took one look at me and then obviously sniffed the air. She was wearing just a thin cotton top and I swore I could see some dents forming above the mounds of her growing breasts. And then my little sister gave me a Cheshire grin. "You're certainly spending a lot of time out and about lately. You sure you're not dating anyone?"
I shrugged. "None of your business."
Brooke stepped forward and put her hands on my chest, leaning in and taking another long sniff. She closed her eyes and got a look of utter arousal on her face, and I had to admit, my little sister looked damn sexy at that moment. But then she stood up straight again and opened her eyes. "Fuck, now I'm going to have to go upstairs and masturbate."
With that, my sister turned around and headed up the stairs ahead of me. I fought the impulse to stare at her jeans-clad ass on the way up, sighing in defeat when I failed.
"Dude, where were you on Friday?" Kenny asked as he sat down next to me at lunch on Monday morning.
"What?"
"I called you. Your sister said you were out."
I thought back ... Friday ... oh, yeah. Stacey had set me up with her friend, Mandy Lin, who went to a private school and whose dad owned some Taiwanese Electronics company. I shrugged, "I was out."
Kenny arched his eyebrow at me. "You on a date or something?"
I shook my head. It wasn't much of a date; we never left Mandy's house. Stacey knew exactly what I was good for and Mandy had gone through a big dry spell. The tall, beautiful, older teen just needed to get laid without any of her friends or others in her social circle knowing about it. I'd pretty much been recruited to be an unpaid gigolo, which was fine by me. Mandy had a tight pussy and was an excellent cocksucker.
Romance wasn't on the agenda; but discretion was. I may not have been capable of being loyal to a girlfriend, but I certainly could keep my mouth shut and not blab about my conquests. Hell, I was pretty sure no one knew I'd been stuffing Stacey for the past few weeks, not even my best friends.
"Told you, Kenny. I'm not talking about it." I focused in on my food and then joined in on the table's conversation. By now, the rest of my old crew was assimilating me back into their good graces. Abigail and Allison Sanders were sitting right across from me, flirting innocently along with their giggling and chatterbox comments. Recent couple Stephanie Vo and Sung Joon was on my right. And even Elaine Fukuhara was starting to talk to me again.
Megan and Cassidy, while they didn't sit next to me or anything, at least would talk with me. We'd seemed to settle into a non-hostile exes-type of relationship, although Cassidy still gave me puppy-dog eyes of longing every once in a while and Megan would occasionally stare into my eyes as if searching inside for someone she recognized.
Even Adrienne didn't seem overly angry with me. If we passed each other in the hallway, she would merely nod in greeting and then continue on her way. She would get a look in her eye similar to Cassidy's on occasion, but for the most part she was handling things pretty well. If she was hurting inside, Adrienne was doing a very good job covering it up with her usual perky-friendly-flirty demeanor.
And taking their cue from Adrienne, the rest of the cheerleaders and jocks similarly accepted me. Break-ups and cheating and drama were a way of life for them, and they rebounded much more quickly. Summer MacIntosh and I shared second period and our third period classes were next door to each other, so we'd actually walk between classes together and chat about whatever. And whenever Trevor Hansen or Jae Choi would pass me in the hall they'd offer their verbal "What up?" Even though I no longer took lunches with them, we all remained acquaintances or even casual friends.
And then there was Donna. After lunch she literally bumped herself into me and then smiling, asked, "We on for this afternoon?"
"Sure," I replied breezily.
"Hope you've stocked up on fluids. 'Cuz I'm feelin' extra frisky today," the curly blonde babe giggled.
I LOVED Mondays.
On Thursday, while walking from second to third period with Summer, we passed Stacey going in the opposite direction. The willowy brunette flashed me a knowing smile, her soft brown eyes twinkling, and then continued on her way. I grinned, knowing that I was scheduled to visit her for our usual romp around the mansion.
"Did Stacey Whitehouse just wink at you?" Summer asked with an amused expression on her face.
I looked at Summer with surprise and shrugged. "I dunno. Ever since I broke up with Adrienne there're a lot of girls throwing winks my way."
Summer chuckled. "You're turning into a regular Playboy, Ben. With no girlfriend now, I wouldn't be surprised if you were banging a bunch of different girls around the school."
I smiled and shook my head in the negative. "Wouldn't that be nice? Right now I'm just trying to finish out the school year in peace. My grades this quarter are going to be REALLY important for college apps. Speaking of which, do you want to study together for the Modern Lit final?" I asked, referring to our second period class together. Finals week was next week.
Summer nodded, sticking out her jaw thoughtfully. She brushed her fine blonde hair behind an ear and twinkled her blue eyes at me. "Sure. Gimme a call. Saturday, maybe?"
I grinned. "I'll see if I can fit it into my busy calendar," I joked while miming a fucking motion with my hands.
Summer laughed in amusement and turned towards her classroom. If only she knew I was serious.
After lunch, when the meal was finished but well before the bells rang, the Sanders twins were packing up their lunches and Abigail leaned forward, grabbing my attention. "Hey Ben?"
"Yep?"
Abigail looked at me intently while Allison's expression mirrored her sister's, who was older by two minutes. Abigail nodded her head off towards a more private space. "Can we ... talk to you?"
"Sure." I stood up and so did the twins. Kenny gave me a weird look and I shrugged, not knowing what it was all about either.
Coincidentally, we ended up the same alcove where Cassidy told me she didn't want to get back together with me, and I leaned back against the concrete wall while facing the two cute, slightly underdeveloped 16-year-olds. Abigail and Allison were identical twins who usually wore identical outfits, today being baby T-shirts and jeans. Their dark brown hair was pulled into pigtails and they wore just a small amount of makeup. They stood 5'3" and looked very young from the way they both stared at the floor nervously. Heck, Brooke looked older than they did right now.
I glanced back and forth between the two of them, waiting for one of the girls to speak up. After all, THEY had been the ones to ask for this little conference. But Abigail just looked nervous and scared and Allison finally had to prod her slightly- older sister with a finger to the ribs.
"Hey!" Abigail protested and then looked back at me. "Well, Ben. Uh, we were kind of wondering ... and I mean ... we already asked Megan and Cassidy if it was okay ... but we were kind of hoping ... I mean, uh, are you busy on Friday?"
I blinked twice. "Friday? As in ... tomorrow?"
Abigail's face fell, absolutely certain that I had already made plans.
"Wait, no, no, I'm not really busy." I waved her off. I didn't have anything set. True, I'd tentatively figured I'd give Donna a call and then I'd give her a few injections of sperm, but those weren't firm plans. I arched an eyebrow and looked more intently at Abigail. "Are you asking me out on a date?"
Abigail glanced at Allison for a moment before turning back to me. "Well, uh, yeah, Ben. Actually, we both are."
I blinked twice. The girls had dated sporadically. I wasn't privy to the details, but while they'd double-dated together, I'd never heard of them going on a date together with just one guy. "Both of you?"
Allison finally piped up. "C'mon, Ben. It's not like you haven't been on a date with two girls before."
"And we DID talk to Megan and Cassidy about this first," Abigail reiterated. "We wanted to make sure they would be okay with us asking you out."
"So ... uh..." Allison began nervously. "Will you go out with us?"
My eyebrows furrowed. The LAST thing I needed was two more girls in love with me. And both girls paled at my hesitation. Gently, I said, "Girls, we're friends..."
Now they looked like they were going to start hyperventilating. So I decided to slightly change my approach. "I'd be happy to go out with you," I said quickly.
Their panic seemed to lessen but there were still nervous expressions on their faces. We all sensed the "but" coming. So I started, "But, I don't want to lead you on. I'm not looking for any serious relationships right now. I'm not ready to jump into anything like that just yet."
Relieved, Abigail sighed, "Oh, don't worry about that. We're not looking for anything serious, either, Ben. We just want to go out on a date and relax before Finals. We know you. We like you. Going out with you won't be as awkward as trying to go on a date with some other guy."
"Yeah, we're friends. We just want to go out together and have some fun!" Allison chimed in, feeling encouraged.
I shrugged. Why not? "Okay, what do you guys want to do? Just dinner and a movie? Or-"
Abigail cut me off with a mysterious smile. "Just come pick us up at 6pm. We'll make all the plans."
I glanced at Allison, who nodded in agreement. "We'll take care of everything."
So taking a deep breath, I nodded and smiled. "It's a date."
Stacey had a little surprise for me that Thursday afternoon. I walked into the bedroom to find both her and Mandy Lin waiting for me, wearing slinky, expensive lingerie.
The girls weren't bisexual or anything. But they certainly masturbated and got themselves off watching me fuck the other's brains out. After screwing them individually to screaming orgasms, I set them on all fours side-by-side and doggy-drilled them, swapping back and forth every few minutes before turning them around and cumming all over both their faces.
The two of them both went to work orally reviving me after that. And if they accidentally touched each other while doing so? Well, they could live with it.
Thursday afternoon turned out to be good practice for the following night.
"Ben, can I talk to you for a minute?"
I looked over from where I was idly chatting with Emily Anderson before our fourth period class. My little sister Brooke and Emily's little brother Perry were having some relationship problems with their impending separation for the summer, and we big siblings were having a little laugh at their expense.
But Megan raised both eyebrows at me and almost nervously I excused myself from Emily. Megan and I stepped to the side and put just a little distance between us and the other students milling about and I asked, "What's up?"
Megan took a deep breath and stated, "You're going out with the Sanders twins tonight."
"Yeah. Why? Is that a problem? They said they talked to you first."
"They did. It's okay. It's just..." Megan took another deep breath. "I thought you should know what they're planning for tonight."
My eyebrows pinched inward. "Huh?"
Megan sighed and glanced around. And in a secretive voice, she leaned in and said, "Look, there's no easy way to put this. The girls want you to take their virginities."
My eyes flew wide open. "WHAT?"
"Shh! Not so loud!" Megan hissed as she stepped forward and clamped a hand over my mouth. Several people stopped to glance over at us and Megan sort of grinned nervously at them while turning beet red. After a few seconds, she pulled her hand away and then shuffled us another few feet away from any bystanders.
"They always liked you, Ben," Megan said quietly. "Even when you were dating me and Cassidy, they would pepper us with questions about what you were like and all. And she and I told them all the stories about how wonderful you were and what sex was like."
So that's how my "reputation" got out. Again, I would never understand the double-standard where guys weren't allowed to talk about their conquests but girls could spread the rumor mill like wildfire. I suppose it had something to do with guys "bragging" and girls just excited to inform their friends, but whatever the motives, people's personal lives were made public knowledge.
Megan saw me scowl and smirked. "C'mon Ben, it was all good and you know it. Besides, haven't you noticed how the Sanders twins have been actively flirting with you since Prom?"
"Well..." I hedged. A LOT of girls had been flirting with me. "I just thought they were having some fun. They're cute and they know I'd never take it the wrong way."
"Nuh-uh," Megan shook her head. "You'd have been taking it the right way. You do make them horny. Anyways, the girls are convinced that you won't be single and available for long. It's taken them months to convince themselves that they're ready for sex, and they finally worked themselves up to asking me and Cassidy just on Wednesday."
I frowned. This was a delicate situation. I knew just how precious a girl's virginity was to her, and how it was always mentally built into this momentous occasion. I'd only had two virgins in my life: Dawn and Megan. Both girls were very important to me and my emotional feelings for them were part of what made those two occasions very special. "I'm not sure I can do that, Megan. I mean, I'm friends with the girls and all, but not like that. Don't you think they should wait until they find the right guys?"
Megan exhaled. "I thought so. But from the way Abbie and Allie were talking about it, you might do them more harm than good if you turn them down. You've got a reputation Ben, a reputation for sleeping with any girl that offers."
"I don't!"
"They think you do," Megan shook her head. "And if you reject them, they'll feel they're the only ones you rejected and it'll destroy their self-confidence. They know they're not the tallest or prettiest or have the biggest boobs. Their self- esteem isn't that hot to begin with."
I buried my face in my palm and groaned. "Then what do I do?"
Megan smiled and put her hand on my chest. "Just be gentle with them, Ben. You were MY first and I'll never regret that."
I bit my lip. And in a worried voice, I moaned, "But this is their virginity, Megan."
Megan smiled and moved her hand up to my cheek. "You're sweet, you know that, Ben? Underneath that dick-for-brain's playboy exterior, there's a good guy's conscience somewhere."
I rolled my eyes. "Somewhere..."
"Just be good to them, Ben." Megan nodded.
I sighed. "Do you know what their plans are?"
Megan shook her head. "No, they didn't tell us. Just that they wanted to have sex with you and they wanted to clear it with us. For all I know they've lined up a motel somewhere."
"Great," I moaned sarcastically.
Megan smirked. "Look on the bright side, Ben. Two cute, 16-year-old girls want you to fuck them. I'm sure you can handle that."
I'm not usually one to dawdle, but I was five minutes late to the Sanders' front door. That's because I spent an extra five minutes sitting in my car parked on their sidewalk, contemplating what I was getting myself into.
If I went through with this, there would be some consequences. There were always consequences. Before, I just didn't care. Donna, Stacey, and Mandy were just hot chicks to me. There were no friendships to ruin and all were Seniors, destined to be gone in another few months. Any consequences wouldn't last long.
But this was Abigail and Allison Sanders. Perhaps this was just two girls wanting to rid themselves of their cherries with a guy they trusted on some level. Perhaps we'd all be able to stay friends afterwards like nothing had ever happened. But as I'd already figured out before, you can't have sex with someone and NOT have it irrevocably change your relationship.
But hey, I was just a male slut. And Megan did have a point. If I drew the line with them, the girls would forever wonder if they just weren't good enough for me. No amount of argument would convince them it was truly because I valued their friendship over the sex.
So with my dick already hard in my pants and ready for action, I walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. One of the twins opened it immediately. "You're late! I started freaking out that you weren't coming!"
My eyes popped out of my sockets as I stared at the young woman before me. The girl had styled her hair and put on makeup that enhanced the edges of her baby face, aging her into her late teens. Her outfit was suitably grown up, a little black cocktail dress that clung to her body like her baggy jeans and T-shirts never did before. Some sort of push-up bra made her tits pop out and I blinked in amazement at the sight of the pretty girl before me. "Whoa..." I grunted.
The girl started giggling as she watched me obviously ogling her, and she smiled and said, "You're forgiven."
The other twin showed up a second later, dressed IDENTICALLY. Usually I could tell the girls apart, but with the makeup and clothing, I had yet to pick out the identifying marks. I was saved when the second twin grinned at her sister. "You were right, Abbie. He does like the outfits."
I glanced at the girl who I now figured to be Allison and stammered, "You two look amazing."
"Thank you!" The twins said in stereo, and then the two girls went to collect their purses and make themselves ready to leave.
I glanced around, looking for parental evidence, only to find that there was none. "Uh, shouldn't I say hello or something to your parents?"
"Oh, they're not here," Abigail waved me off. "They're out of town visiting our Uncle. His wife just had a baby and they won't be back until tomorrow."
I felt a lump settle into my throat. "They're not here at all? Uh, do they even know you're going out on a date?"
Allison giggled. "Nope. We have the place ALL to ourselves tonight," she grinned and then hooked an arm through my elbow. "Lucky timing, huh?"
Well, that explained the location in the twins' plan to lose their virginities. Moments later, Abigail hooked her arm through my opposite elbow. I shrugged and decided to just go with the flow. "So? Where to?" I asked.
"You drive. We'll give you all the directions you need."
We wound up at a nice seafood restaurant. Nothing too outlandish, but someplace where both my jeans and the girls' black cocktail dresses were acceptable. And I made quite the impression with my matching twins on each arm.
Our waiter wasn't much older than us and he winked at me while taking our orders. Abigail caught the wink and slyly asked for a glass of wine while batting her eyelashes at the waiter, but the guy just shook his head fractionally at her, and she decided to go for a Shirley Temple instead.
I did my best to be charming and flirtatious, and the girls soaked up all my bad one-liners and too-obvious compliments like sponges, clearly happy for the attention. We all barely touched our food, and instead spent more time just enjoying being out at a nice restaurant together.
When the check came, I paid it easily over the girls' protests that THEY had asked ME out on a date. To be honest, I'd spent the last couple of months banging chicks but not going out on any dates, so I'd built up enough savings to not flinch at the expensive dinner.
After all, it was a small price to pay for two teenage virginities.
But after that momentary haggle over the check, both Abigail and Allison became increasingly anxious. And before we left the restaurant, the girls went into the restroom to "freshen up".
They were somewhat calmed down when they emerged, I assume from some form of reassuring conversation. And as we approached my car I swept my arm out and asked, "So what's next on the agenda? Would you ladies like to go for a nice walk around the lake?"
"No," Abigail cut me off. "Take us home."
I blinked in surprise. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Not at all," Abigail shook her head, raising her eyebrows and giving me an intense look. "But we'd like to be at home for what comes next." The weight in her voice left no doubt as to what she meant.
I took a deep breath and returned the intensity of Abigail's gaze. And very softly, I said, "You girls don't need to do anything tonight. We're friends and I enjoy just being in your company."
Abigail didn't say another word. Instead, she simply moved right up into my personal space, wrapped her arms around my neck, and elevated up on her tiptoes so that her face could reach mine. And then she planted a very firm, very insistent kiss on my lips.
She still had the cherry flavor of her Shirley Temple on her lips and in addition to the sweet taste, I felt a surge of hormones flood through me as this nubile young woman pressed her entire body against me. Her tongue briefly darted into my mouth, and then she pulled away with a big smile and sparkling eyes.
I only had a moment to breathe before Allison was suddenly upon me, her kiss feeling just like Abigail's and yet just slightly different. And by the time she pulled her tongue out of my mouth and licked my lips a final time, my knees had become rather wobbly.
"Take us home, Ben," Allison insisted.
I fished my keys out of my pocket.
Things were quiet on the drive back to the Sanders home. Since Abigail had sat up front with me on the way to the restaurant, Allison got to sit up front on the return home. The younger twin kept her hand on my thigh for the entire drive, but both girls were silent the whole drive back, lost in their thoughts.
The silence continued upon arrival. Allison let herself out the passenger side but Abigail let me open her door and take her hand when she exited the rear seat behind me. And then Abigail quickly led me into the house.
Once inside, I was ushered into the girls' bedroom, a space that was dominated by the side-by-side twin beds separated only by a nightstand. The bed on the left was dressed in pastel blue linens and the one on the right was in pastel green. And four hands pushed me into a sitting position on the blue bed.
Allison attacked me then, throwing herself at my face with enough force to topple me onto my back while she leaned over me and kisses me with a ferocity I never would have guessed in the petite brunette.
Abigail, on the other hand, seemed to have a more direct mind as I felt her hands frantically tugging at my jeans, attempting to figure out how to work the clasp and zipper before she started yanking downwards on the waistband.
I lifted my hips to help Abigail's disrobing efforts while wrapping my hands behind Allison's head as I showed her everything I knew about french kissing. But a minute later, my neck suddenly went stiff and I was unable to kiss Allison any further when I felt my cock being swallowed by a hot little mouth.
My sudden inertness and moan got Allison's attention, and the slightly younger twin turned around and barked, "Abbie! No cheating! We were going to do that together!"
"Mmph!" Abigail grunted before lifting herself free of my cock. "Couldn't wait, Allie." And then the older twin looked over at me. "Am I doing it right?"
I groaned. "You're doing great. Your first time?"
Abbie (I found myself thinking of the twins by the nicknames they loved using) nodded and then resumed her experimental cocksucking. Allie went to go and challenge her sister for a moment, but I grabbed the younger twin and turned her head to me. "Let her. I've got something else for you to try first."
"What?" Allie asked with a smile.
I grinned. "Take off your panties."
The petite brunette smiled, her brown eyes seeming to get lighter and brighter as she stepped off the bed and then snaked her panties down to her ankles from beneath her dress. Her shoes followed and then at my direction, the 16-year-old cutie was straddling my head and lowering her neatly-trimmed crotch to my face.
"You're going to love this," I told her. And then I dove in.
I was right. Allie loved it.
In fact, Allie was so vocal in her appreciation of my cunnilingus that when she shrieked and came, Abbie left my cock and demanded a turn of her own. So like a wobbly newborn deer, Allie moved herself over so that she was half-seated on the bed next to my shoulder, with her legs dangling over the side.
Abbie had similarly removed her panties and shoes, but when she went to lower herself onto my face, Allie told her to take off the rest of her dress so that she could see. Earlier, the hem of the cocktail dress had been draped over my head and effectively blocked the sexual act from outside view.
Too turned on to be nervous, Abbie simply hoisted the dress over her head and flung the thin garment away. Without further prompting, she also reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, tossing her final article of clothing away and leaving herself completely naked with a boy for the very first time.
I was pleasantly surprised. I'd known the twins were late-bloomers and their bodies weren't as developed as some of the other girls I'd been with. But Abbie's breasts were healthy mounds that filled my hands when I palmed them and began lightly rubbing the pale pink nipples. The rest of her body was neither too skinny nor chunky, but simply slender in that youthful teenage way. And her buttcheeks were nice and firm as I used them to guide her crotch over my face.
Just like Allie, Abbie went nuts when I started tonguing her twat. She seemed to especially enjoy it when I rubbed her tits while driving my tongue into her narrow slit, and then to my surprise, I saw another hand lowering into Abbie's crotch and realized that Allie was actually fingering her twin's clitoris.
And then together, Allie and I worked over the older twin until Abbie's little body practically exploded with the force of her climax. And then the young Sanders teen flopped over and groaned, "I am sooo going to like sex."
I grinned. At last we had come to the main event. My cock was hard and throbbing with need after bringing the girls each to orgasm and also getting a pleasant, although brief, cocksucking from Abbie. I ripped off my shirt to leave me as naked as they were, and with obvious lust in my eyes I looked at the two girls and growled, "Who's first?"
Nervously, Allie pointed at Abbie, who was still flat across the blue bed, panting from the exertion of her orgasm. I quickly moved myself on top of the cute teenager and bent to kiss her. She didn't seem to mind that her own orgasmic fluids were on my lips, and she moaned happily as she felt my warm body moving over hers and my hot tongue pressing into her mouth.
Meanwhile, Allie settled onto a chair that she brought between the two beds, sitting attentively as she looked wide-eyed at her two-minutes-older sister spreading her legs in anticipation.
I moved my hips in between Abbie's thighs, and automatically, I asked the confirming question I needed to make before every first encounter. "Are you protected?" I assumed they were since they'd been thinking about this for some time.
Abbie's eyes went wide but then she nervously shook her head. "Uh, no. We couldn't ask our parents to get us prescriptions. There's no way they'd allow us."
Startled, I winced and cursed, "FUCK!" Even though I KNEW the girls had been wanting to lose their virginities, I'd just assumed they'd be protected. But they weren't and I grumbled, "I didn't think to bring any condoms. Didn't you girls know you could go to Planned Parenthood and get a prescription without parental consent?"
"Really?" Abbie and Allie looked back and forth at each other.
I nodded and then rolled off of Abbie. "Dammit. Okay, maybe we can do this some other time."
"No!" Abbie protested. "It HAS to be tonight! We only came up with this when we found out our parents were going out of town! We don't know when we'll get this chance again! And besides, we're safe!"
I arched an eyebrow.
Abbie and Allie exchanged worried glances and then Abbie looked at me. "Really. Our periods are due in like three days. We're safe." And then I had my arms full of warm, naked girl as Abbie rolled onto me, rubbing her tits into my chest and grinding her crotch against my hip, leaking lubrication onto my thigh. Her skin was hot to the touch and she was certainly ready to go.
"Please, Ben. Make me a woman," Abbie husked as she kissed me fiercely.
I groaned with indecision. Certainly, I wanted to get laid and sink my throbbing boner into some sweet, tender pussy. But the responsible part of me didn't want to take any risks, especially with two girls I considered friends. It was almost like that "almost" first time with Megan.
"You're sure you're safe?" I grunted.
"Absolutely," Abbie's eyes glowed as she pulled me tightly against her.
"Okay," I acquiesced. I felt pleasure and lust shooting through my veins as the petite brunette rubbed her hot skin against me. And with a sudden burst of power, I rolled us back over so that Abbie was beneath me. We shifted just a bit to better align ourselves on the narrow bed and in the process, settled my cockhead into the groove of her tightly closed pussy lips. Oddly enough, I didn't feel any obstructions.
"No hymen?" I asked.
Abbie blushed and glanced at Allie. "We, uh, found where our mom hides her vibrator."
I smiled and nodded. Dayna had popped Dawn's and things were much easier than the time I needed to break Megan's maidenhead. It was one less complication in taking Abigail and Allison's cherries. And after I bent and gave Abbie a soft kiss, I pulled away and looked into her eyes. "Are you sure about this, sweetie? Last chance to back out. There's no going back from this."
Abbie glanced over to her sister and the twins joined hands, Allie giving Abbie a firm squeeze. Then Abbie looked back at me and growled, "Do it."
I bent down and kissed her again, and as I did so, I slotted my cockhead in between her labia and firmly pushed. A moment later, I burst through the tight clench of her pussy lips and the young girl was filled by her first ever live dick.
"AAAH!" Abbie yelped briefly and then almost immediately moaned. And with steady pressure I pushed all seven-and-five-eighths of my cock into the petite girl beneath me. Friggin-A she was tight!
I kissed away the two teardrops that had formed in Abbie's eyes as she stared off at nothing somewhere behind me. And the 16-year-old no-longer-virgin started breathing quickly while exclaiming in amazement, "Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!"
"Shh, Abbie. Relax or you're going to hyperventilate," I soothed girl currently skewered on my big dick.
"I just can't believe it's all in me!" Abbie gasped and squeezed the hand of her twin sister. "He's in me Allie!"
Allie just looked down at her sister's crotch with wide eyes. "I can't believe it's all in you either, Abbie. I never thought it would fit."
"Well it does fit," I chuckled as I pulled my cock out a couple inches and then slowly pushed it back in to the hilt. The girls' enthusiasm was contagious.
"Ooohhh..." Abbie sighed. "That was nice. Do it again!"
This time I pulled back until just my mushroom head was still inside Abbie's once-virgin pussy. And then I slowly pushed forward again, burrowing my way past the tight constriction of her tunnel, which wasn't used to being stretched in this manner.
"Ohmigod!" Abbie exclaimed.
"That's so cool!" Allie cheered.
I stopped again when I was fully buried, then bent down to tenderly kiss Abbie's lips. She moaned at my touch and released her sister to bring both hands to the back of my head, holding me tightly to her while her tongue came out to play. It felt so good kissing her that for a second my elbows wobbled where I was holding my torso up, preventing myself from crushing the girl beneath me.
When I pulled my head back, Abbie still had her eyes closed and she whispered rapturously, "So this is what all the fuss is about..."
"Yeah," I agreed.
"It feels so ... intimate. You're so warm and so close to me. You're ... you're INSIDE me!" Her eyes opened and golden brown shone out.
I chuckled. "You still haven't even had the best part. Are you ready to fuck?"
"Ooh, fuck me, Ben!" Abbie cheered.
"Yeah, fuck her, Ben!" Allie agreed.
I pulled back then, almost all the way out. And this time when I pushed in, it wasn't slowly. With a firm grip on Abbie's hips, I rammed my pelvis forward and thrust so hard into the young girl's pussy that it literally took her breath away.
"Ugh!" Abbie grunted and threw her head back, her jaw flapping around as she gasped for air. And by the time she managed to take a deep breath, I'd already pulled back and thrust forward, knocking the breath out of her once again.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh," Abbie started grunting while I pistoned my thick cock in and out of her tight tunnel. Her lips were quivering and her eyes were rolling around while I really began pounding myself into her. The young teen regained the ironclad grip on her sister's hand, and she began moaning ecstatically as I overloaded her senses.
But after a couple of minutes, Abbie started to get used to the sensations. She got control of her breathing and her body visibly relaxed. And presently she was able to turn her head to the side and gasp to her twin sister, "He's fucking me, Allie. Ben's fucking me! And it feels sooo good!"
Allie just beamed, knowing her turn was next.
I started to tire from the rapid in and out thrusting, so I left my dick fully embedded inside Abbie and switched to a circular motion, grinding my pelvic bone against her clit and carving my way around her pussy to help loosen it up. Abbie reacted immediately with a fresh batch of moans, and she began whimpering happily at the feelings I was causing in her.
I pushed up on my arms, elevating my torso so that I could get a better view of the pretty girl laying supine beneath me. Her breasts sagged just a bit to the sides as she lay on her back. Her pale pink areolas were centered by eraser- sized nipples, and both globes jiggled enticingly with my every thrust. I just had to taste them, so I ducked my head and took a few licks and sucks at each tit before moving back up to refocus on getting the young girl off. I couldn't cum until after I'd made sure Abbie was satisfied.
Soon enough, I'd driven Abbie to the precipice of her first coital orgasm. And when I leaned down to her ear and husked, "Cum for me, Abigail," I ground my pelvis against her clit and pushed her over the edge.
"AAAAHHHH!!!" Abbie screamed as she came. Her feet planted onto the bed and she thrust her hips off the mattress. Her right arm was clasping me tightly to her chest while she squeezed her sister's hand with her left.
I was just about to pop myself, and groaning in agony, I grunted, "I should pull out." I suited actions to words by slowly pulling back with my hips.
But Abbie would have none of it. Her legs scissored behind my hips and tugged me fully into her pussy once more as she protested, "No! In me! I wanna feel it! Cum in me!" And as I felt the rippling of her pussy muscles start to calm down, I slammed my hips forward a final time and blasted away, squirting my tadpoles into her womb.
Abbie's eyes were wild as she began to return to Earth from her climax. She blinked rapidly and then a sharp gasp interrupted her labored panting. "Ohhh ... I can feel it, Allie. I can feel him cumming inside me. It's so warm..."
My ab muscles tensed again and I spat another glob of semen into Abigail Sanders' no longer virgin pussy. And as my final dry heaves passed, I let the percolating glow of orgasm wash over me. I absolutely loved this feeling. I loved the feel of her warm body crushed beneath my chest. I loved the rapid cooling sensation on my hot, sweaty back. And I loved the simply radiant expression on Abbie's face as she looked at me adoringly.
Still squeezing Allie with her left hand, Abbie brought her right up to touch my face and stroke my cheek. I bent to give her a tender kiss, and then slowly I backed my still stiff rod out of her sodden pussy and flopped onto my back beside her.
Together, we panted for air and stared at the ceiling to fondly recall our lovemaking session.
But Allie was getting impatient. "Aww, you're going soft!"
"Just gimme a minute, Allie," I wheezed.
"I don't know if I can wait a minute!" she whined. "Can't you go faster?"
I chuckled. "Well ... if you help me..."
Allie giggled. "How?"
After a brief discussion that included the encouragement of her well-fucked older- by-two-minutes twin, Allie was soon bent over my lap slurping on my half-hard cock while I played with her titties. She was proving to be just as much of a natural cocksucker as her sister.
Five minutes after that, on the green bed and in almost the exact same voice as her sister, Allie gasped, "He's in me, Abbie! He's in me!"
I began to stroke my cock in and out of my second virgin twin of the last half-hour. And as I looked down at the rapturous expression on Allie's face, I smiled and began to experiment. At present, I was regularly screwing Donna, Stacey, Mandy, and Abigail. Now Allison. By the time I was done, I fully intended to have another happy girl who would keep coming back for more.
After I squirted Allie's womb full of sperm so she could feel the inner warmth like Abbie, the twins reclined side-by-side on Allie's bed, the green bed. Together, they lifted their feet onto the mattress and spread their thighs wide. Abbie already had my cum trickling out of her and Allie now was clenching her inner muscles in an attempt to replicate the same. It took a few minutes, but eventually we all saw the creamy white river dribble out of her stretched pussy.
Allie dipped a finger into it and brought a glob of cum up to her mouth, tasting it experimentally. She made a face and then smacked her lips a few times. "Salty, but not ... bad ... Not good either, but not bad."
I grinned and watched Abbie do the same. "Hmm, I could handle this." And then Abbie looked over at me. "So Ben? Guys really like it better if a girl swallows, right?"
I shrugged. "Personally, I like it, yeah, but it's not a requirement. I'm perfectly happy to squirt on your tits, or over your face."
Allie was the first to dismount the green bed and push me back to lie down across the blue bed. Abbie soon joined her and I suddenly had twin faces hovering over my cock. Allie lifted the half-hard rod and Abbie took a long lick up the side, causing me to shiver with delight. And then Allie grinned at me. "Teach us to swallow?"
This was going to be a GREAT night.
The Sanders twins drained me of four loads that evening. Allie was still sucking on my cock at 10:30pm and whining that she wanted to feel me squirt inside her again. But it was getting late and I was bone tired. Allie was at least satisfied with a giggling shower where the three of us were happily squeezed together in the confined space.
The girls then gathered up the sheets to be laundered and we all redressed.
"When can we do it again?" Abbie asked excitedly. Without her makeup, she once again looked like a young girl instead of a Junior-class student nearing seventeen. But she clearly had the glow of a well-fucked young woman.
"As soon as you girls get on the pill, we'll do it as often as you want," I shrugged.
"Oh!!! We'll go down to Planned Parenthood tomorrow!" Allie hopped excitedly and turned to her twin sister for confirmation.
"Tomorrow's Saturday," Abbie drawled.
"Well if they're not open, we'll try again Monday," Allie insisted. "I wanna do that AGAIN!"
I smiled at Allie's enthusiasm. "Okay then. Call me sometime."
"Thanks, Ben!" The Sanders twins said in stereo. "You're the best!"
I awoke Saturday morning feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Good sex seemed to do that to me, rather than exhaust me.
The day started off like any other Saturday. Mom made breakfast and the family gathered round to eat in physical proximity to each other. Mom and Dad were having a discussion about work stuff. Brooke wolfed her food down because she was meeting up with friends and with her boyfriend, Perry. And Eden and Emma were talking about, of all things, boys.
"I'm telling you, Aidan likes you," Eden insisted to her sister.
"No he doesn't," Emma shook her head.
"Does too! Michelle Sadeghi tried to kiss him and he just said 'Eww' and turned away. He's holding out for you," Eden insisted.
Emma rolled her eyes. "Aidan just doesn't like girls yet. He still thinks we have cooties. Besides, he's not that handsome. Sergio Lopez is WAY cuter. Now HE really likes kissing us."
Eden's eyes popped open and she hissed. "Emma!" My sister's eyes went wildly to our parents who were too busy with their discussion of work to notice. But I noticed and my eyebrows went up. Only a mouthful of bacon stopped me from saying something.
After breakfast, the twins fled to their room. And it took me a minute to make up my mind over what I wanted to do, but in the end, I decided that I needed to be a big brother and go have a talk with them. Just hours before, I'd taken the virginities of a different pair of twin sisters and that knowledge made me dead certain about what boys wanted and the kinds of temptations my baby sisters would be facing in the coming years.
It made me a little queasy just to think about it. I still remembered the rugrats sitting in their high chairs throwing food around. I remembered them snuggling up to me for warmth and comfort while watching Disney movies that still frightened them. I couldn't even IMAGINE them having sex or anything remotely in that direction. They were still in sixth grade!
One of the twins asked, "Who is it?" when I knocked. And when I announced myself the voice came back, "What do you want?" It was probably the very first time in our lives that the twins hadn't immediately invited me in. Were they growing up faster than I'd been expecting? Weren't they at least supposed to wait until thirteen? Brooke didn't become evil until fourteen at least.
"I just want to ask you both something," I said through the door.
"Ask away," came the muffled response.
I sighed. "I don't think you want me asking this question where Mom and Dad could hear me."
The door opened immediately and Eden stepped back, looking chagrined. I arched an eyebrow and stepped inside, moving over to one of the desk chairs while both girls sat on the Emma's bed, the lower of their bunk beds.
With the tone of a concerned parent, I asked, "Are you girls kissing boys already?" I was afraid of the answer, given that Dawn and I hadn't had our first kiss until we were fifteen. I knew Brooke was already making out with Perry at fourteen, but still, wasn't eleven a little too young?"
The twins looked at each other nervously for a second before looking at me. They'd never really lied to me and I hoped they didn't start now. Finally, Eden said to her sister, "I TOLD you not to say anything at the breakfast table."
Emma blanched, "It was an accident."
"Relax, relax," I cut in. "I'm not mad. I just need to know."
The girls blushed and then Eden nodded the affirmative. "But just a couple times. I fell down on the playground and Sergio Lopez — he's a boy in our class — went to help me up. He was holding me in his arms and then before I knew it, he'd kissed me."
"What kind of kiss?" I asked immediately, anger creeping into my voice. My thoughts drifted to Adrienne and her older brother raping her when she was the twins' age.
Eden frowned. "What do you mean what kind? On the lips of course."
"Did he use his tongue?"
"Tongue! Eww, why would he do that?" Eden screwed up her face.
I shook my head, not wanting to put ideas into their head. "Nevermind. It IS gross and slimy if a guy doesn't know what he's doing."
"Oh, okay," Eden nodded as if boys not knowing how to do things made perfect sense to her.
I turned my gaze to Emma. "You too? Didn't you say Sergio kissed you?"
Emma nodded. "When Eden didn't stop him, he kissed her a few more times at school. Then one day, I think he thought I was her and he just kissed me. It was nice."
"How did it make you feel?"
She shrugged. "I dunno. Kinda funny. A little wet. I don't know what the big deal is. It wasn't that great."
I sighed, thinking back to my own days as an 11-year-old. At least it seemed like the twins hadn't gotten their hormones yet, which was a good thing for me. "He hasn't done anything else to you two, has he? He hasn't put his hands on you?"
The girls both shook their heads in the negative and I relaxed visibly. I thought of Adrienne's brother again, and as I looked at my own baby sisters' childlike bodies, I couldn't imagine what perversions had to go through Adam Dennis' head to make him do what he did. Then Eden piped up. "Anyways, Sergio stopped after a few weeks. Now he's kissing Vicky Tan. We KNOW people only kiss when they like each other. And there aren't any boys we really like enough to do that with."
I smiled for the first time since hearing that my baby sisters had started kissing boys. "Okay. Well you tell me if Sergio or anyone else tries anything on you two. I'll kick the little twerp's ass so badly he won't be able to sit down for a week."
The twins grinned and giggled. And then Eden asked me in a dead serious voice, "So you won't get mad if we kiss other boys? If we really like them, I mean."
"If you like them," I shrugged. "Just ... keep it to kissing, okay? If you have ANY questions about anything else, you know you can come ask me, right?"
"Right," Emma nodded. "We also talk to Brooke about this stuff. She's a girl and understands better."
I nodded. "Well, if there's anything Brooke can't answer, you let me know. I AM older and well, I, uh..." I stammered nervously around how far to explain to my little sisters. "Well, I've just got more experience than Brooke does, alright."
The twins shrugged and looked at each other. "Want to play games with us? It's been a while since we played Uno."
I smiled. THERE were the sixth-graders I remembered. "Sure."
After puttering around with my little sisters for a while, I gathered my books and hopped into my car. Fifteen minutes later, I pulled up outside Summer MacIntosh's house. 11am. I was right on time.
No one answered the first time I rang the doorbell. No one answered on the second one either. I was just about to give up and had already turned away to leave when I heard the click of a latch and the door opened, revealing Summer wearing just a thin pair of pajama pants with a matching sleep tank-top that was stretched to the limits around her fake breasts. Her eyes were red and her gaze bleary as she looked at me and asked a confused, "Ben? What are you doing here?"
My eyebrows furrowed and I held up my Modern Lit binder. "11am right? Studying for the final?"
"Ohhh, SHIT, right," Summer spat and shook her head. "Uh, come on in." She left the door open and headed into the house.
Startled for a moment, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I saw Summer heading up the stairs and stared at her perky buttcheeks, which were nicely cupped by the thin pajama pants with no sign of any panties. Biting my lip, I tried to will my gaze away. Clearly, the girl was upset and the last thing she needed was me coming on to her.
Summer had a spacious bedroom with soft carpet and plenty of open floor space. Her desk was completely covered with books, papers, and a late-model desktop PC. Instead, it appeared that she studied on the floor from the wooden writing surface, books, and various cushions that were spread out between her bed and the desk. Flopping to her knees, the beautiful blonde futzed around with the papers and binders until she got a red one marked "Modern Lit". Flustered, she glanced around and then waved me towards the desk saying, "Uh, pull up a chair."
Instead, I knelt down beside her and gently reached out to touch Summer's shoulder. "Hey, you don't look so good. If this is a bad time, we don't have to do this. I'm perfectly cool with rescheduling or we can even just skip studying together."
Summer grimaced and frowned. "No. I've GOT to study sometime. I need to pull up my grade in this class."
I chuckled. "You already got into UCLA. What does this class matter?"
She looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes, her voice pained. "It MATTERS if I FAIL! I need at least a 'D', Ben. You're already cruising through the class. I doubt you could drop to a 'B' if you tried. But me? If I fail this I could get my admission revoked and then what? What the fuck do I do then? Huh?" Her voice was elevating. "As if my life isn't fucked up enough already?"
My hand on her shoulder turned into more of a grip as I held her and looked the pretty girl in the eyes. Her irises were a dull blue and she looked saddened beyond measure. I moved my face right into her line of sight and held the girl's gaze, looking intently into her eyes and holding my stare until I was sure I had her attention. And in a gentle voice, I asked, "Summer, what's wrong? What happened?"
Her jaw quivered, her nose twitched, and all at once Summer burst into tears. I was ready for her when she flung herself at me, crushing herself into my chest while sobbing uncontrollably. I rocked back on my heels and held her tightly, stroking her back and whispering soothing sounds to try and calm her down.
It took two minutes of uncontrolled bawling before she regained enough control to sniffle and moan, "Jae broke up with me last night! He's ... he's..." she sniffled. "He's getting back together with Ji-hyun!"
I winced. All three of them were going to UCLA the following year. I'd assumed that since Summer and Jae were at least going to the same college, they'd be able to continue their relationship. Apparently Summer had thought the same thing. But we were both wrong. "I'm sorry," I soothed while continuing to stroke her back. Inevitably, I felt that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath the skimpy tank top.
The beautiful blonde sobbed in my arms for another few minutes, shuddering every so often and clutching herself to my shoulders. Eventually, she got her crying under control and I spotted a tissue box. Releasing her so that she could sit back on her heels, I darted over and retrieved the box, holding it out to her.
Still trembling, Summer dabbed at her eyes and blew her nose, wadding up three tissues before dropping the box to the ground next to her. And then she bent forward, planting her hands on the floor in her kneeling position and hanging her head. Her golden hair cascaded forward over her eyes and the dark roots formed a line on her scalp. The position also made the neckline of her tank top fall away from her chest, revealing those glorious D-cup implants almost down to the nipples.
Taking a deep breath, I averted my eyes and instinctively reached forward, brushing her hair out of her face.
Summer looked up at me as I brushed her bangs back and tucked them behind her ear, her blue eyes brilliant in the morning light. She blinked a few times as her irises went wider. Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath. And then she pounced.
I had no time to react before Summer tackled me onto my back and planted her lips onto mine. I struggled against her automatically for a half-second before I realized I was being kissed and not attacked. And then both of Summer's hands were in my hair as she crammed her tongue down my throat and moaned heartily.
I kissed the beautiful teenager back with a passion to match hers for about six seconds, groaning and moaning all the while. But then my conscience kicked in and I grabbed her head, pulling her off of me. "Summer, no! You're hurting. This isn't right."
"Shut up, Ben," she growled and then kissed me again, slamming me back against the floor of her bedroom. And this time, my conscience stayed dormant for eleven seconds of pleasurable oral bliss.
I pulled her head up again and stared my friend right in the eyes. "Summer, wait. Think for a second. Your boyfriend just broke up with you and you're very vulnerable right now. I don't want to take advantage of you."
"Look around, Ben," Summer challenged with her eyes. "Does it look like YOU'RE taking advantage of ME?"
"But ... but..." I protested.
"Please, Ben?" Her voice cracked and Summer looked ready to cry again. "Just make me feel good. Make me feel wanted. You're good at that, I know. The girls all say you're incredible at it. Just give me pleasure and drown this pain away, okay?"
"Summer, I-"
She sighed and ripped her tank top over her head. The moment those glorious tits were bared to my gaze, I knew I was a goner. My eyes went wide and my jaw waggled up and down a few times. And when Summer lowered a turgid nipple to my mouth, I felt my lips closing happily around the teat and I gave in to the lust.
The California blonde moaned and held my head while I nursed at her tits. And then she dismounted my waist just long enough to rip off her pajamas and thong panties, leaving her tanned and fit body completely in the nude. She then began tugging on my shorts while I pulled my own shirt over my head, and in less than thirty seconds we had me just as naked, with my thick cock rising into the air.
Summer quickly straddled my waist and fisted my cock, hurriedly bringing it up and aiming her crotch at the meat pole. She was rather in too much of a hurry, frantically trying to cram the thing into her pussy, even though her vaginal lips were still tightly closed and I didn't feel much moisture on my tip. An alert went off in my head that Summer was trying to fuck me out of anger and frustration with being dumped and not out of true arousal.
"Hey, don't force it," I tried to say soothingly. "We don't have to do this."
"SHUT UP BEN!" She was in tears as she started cramming my mushroom head almost painfully through her semi-dry tunnel. "Doesn't anybody want me?"
Grimacing against the friction, I reached forward and grabbed her hips. "C'mere," I growled and yanked her towards my face. She was pulled off balance at first, but eventually the hot blonde scooted forward and lowered her crotch to my face. My tongue darted into her vaginal channel and I swiped all the way up until I wrapped my wet appendage around her clit, and the teenage girl on top of me shuddered and moaned.
My brain went into auto-pilot at that point. Summer was right, sex was what I did. Sex was what I was good at. Some guys are natural football players. Some guys are math whizzes. I just had a lot of sex. It was my "thing".
Still in a hurry, Summer was ready to dismount my face and re-mount my cock after just a few minutes of tongue-work. But I held fast to her hips and bore down, quickly sending the girl over the edge into orgasm before she even realized it, screaming and writhing as if in agony while the overwhelming sensations took control of her mind.
When she stopped screaming and I felt her thighs go limp, I thought for a brief moment that Summer would just fall away and stop everything. And she did sigh and stop moving as she hung her head down, her face a mask of sorrow as I looked up at her between her prodigious tits.
I felt so sorry for Summer. Clearly she was hurting and even an orgasm hadn't washed away the pain. I knew it would not be right for me to now flop her onto her back and start fucking the daylights out of her. And if we stopped now I could accept it. My dick would complain if giving Summer an orgasm stopped us from having full intercourse, but my conscience would be satisfied.
Sex can happen for a lot of reasons. Sometimes I had sex out of affection and love, like with my girlfriends. Sometimes I had sex just for pure recreational pleasure, like with Donna and Stacey. And sometimes I even had sex for whatever reasons had motivated Abbie and Allie to lose their virginities. But I'd never been a part of revenge sex or hate sex.
Until now.
Summer slid off my face and down until her now-wet crotch was over my hips. She bent over, grabbed my head, and planted a fierce kiss on me that rivaled one of Adrienne's nuclear liplocks. She groaned through her teeth and sniffled while a few tears dropped onto my face, but then with a look of determination she pulled away, elevated my cock in her hand, and then impaled herself to the hilt in one thrust.
I grunted in absolute pleasure when I felt that tight pussy surrounding my dickflesh. Her humping motion also thrust those tits right into my face, and eagerly I began lapping at them with lips and tongue. And then we FUCKED.
Angrily, Summer grunted and moaned as she drove her hips down onto me with every ounce of strength in her body, roughly pounding me into the unyielding surface of her bedroom floor. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me, Ben! Ungh!"
"Mmph!" I grunted around a mouthful of tit, my hands gripping her tight ass and using it to yank her lighter body against my pelvis. And without restraint, Summer and I slammed ourselves against each other over and over and over again until she cried out in orgasmic ecstasy.
"Fu-! Fu-! Fu-! Fu-! Oh, FUCK! Aaaaaahhhh!" the hot blonde teenager screamed as I felt her inner muscles clamp down around me as she gushed waves of hot nectar into our joining.
Summer was an incredible fuck. She flung herself at me with reckless abandon, and the sight of her naked, sweaty body glistening in the morning light with big balloon tits wobbling enticingly had me as aroused as I'd ever been in my life. Lost to the lust, I lunged my hips off the bed as I fucked her and when she lost the rhythm to let her climax crash over her, I growled and flipped us over, desperate to keep up the intense pace.
"Fuuuuck meeeee!" She wailed.
Delirious with pleasure, Summer just flopped onto her back and spasmed while the orgasm short-circuited her brain. My thick dick re-entered her easily and I quickly resumed my frantic pumping, now my turn to bruise her hips against the carpet. I watched her eyes twitching epileptically and after a few seconds, her head simply rolled to the side and she started drooling.
I didn't care. I wanted even deeper. I wanted tighter. Summer was a hot cunt and I wanted my pleasure. So I reached down and grabbed her legs, hoisting them up and backwards until I hooked her knees over my shoulders and I folded the teenage blonde beneath me while I fucked down into her juicing snatch.
She orgasmed a second time, which seemed to wake her up as she sucked in some of her spittle and turned her head upright once more. And with blue fire in her eyes, Summer became aware again and she resumed humping her hips up at me.
"Harder, Ben," she urged. "Fuck me ... deeper ... harder! Make me cum again! Drown me in orgasms! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
"Urggh!" I grunted as I willed even more energy into my legs and arms, my muscles starting to burn with the effort of fucking all-out and non-stop.
Summer's mouth was gaping wide open as she panted and stared at me. She had a desperate hunger in her eyes, and she pleaded, "More ... Harder..."
I winced. I was running out of steam and I was already going at full throttle. There was an apology in my eyes and Summer caught it, frowning as she desperately craved even more but realized I didn't have it in me.
"Fuck my ass," she groaned while her irises flared.
My eyebrows went up.
"Fuck my ass," she repeated and reached up to grab her own legs by the ankles, holding them back even as she continued humping her pussy against my cock.
I paused from my drilling of her cunt, immediately thankful for the chance to catch my breath. And as Summer tightened her grip and rotated her hips back, I pulled free of her sodden pussy and re-aimed my saturated cock an inch or so lower. Her position on her back while stretching her legs opened up her anus just a bit, and after settling my mushroom head against her back door, I gripped Summer's hips and thrust in.
She winced in pain and gasped as I popped through the sphincter, losing grip on one of her ankles for a second before grabbing it once again. And then with steady pressure I pushed forward and sank my dick inch by inch fully up her backside. Summer's jaw was quivering once I was totally up her ass, and in tenderness I briefly leaned down and pecked her on the lips.
Summer released her ankles and wrapped her legs over my shoulders, reaching up with her hands to touch my cheeks as she kissed me back. And then she dropped her head onto the pillow and growled. "Fuck me, Ben. Hard!"
So I fucked her.
Still tapped of energy, I threw everything I had left into fucking her ass. She was hellishly hot and tight and Summer fucked me back with just as much intensity. It wasn't about pleasure anymore for her. She just wanted to be reamed and impaled and forcefully taken, and I did my best to satisfy.
"Fuck my ass, Ben! * my ass! Isn't it hot? Isn't it tight? Use me and hurt me and spunk your load deep inside me!"
Her nasty words weren't helping my endurance. And after a couple of minutes, I hit my limit and started spewing my load into Summer's bowels. I'd never felt a more blissful release as I could finally stop pumping and just hold myself balls deep up her ass while ejecting wad after wad of cum.
"Yesss!" Summer hissed. "I feel it! I feel it in my ass! Ohhh..."
My hips jerked and I fired another wad.
When we were done, Summer's hips dropped back onto the mattress, my dick still embedded in her asshole. My head collapsed onto her chest, nicely supported by her silicone pillows. And together we panted and gasped for oxygen while the beautiful bottle-blonde held me tenderly to her breasts.
It was a long time before either of us said anything. But when she did find her voice, Summer just sighed and said, "Thank you, Ben."
I pulled my now limp dick out of her abused rectum, flopping wearily onto my back. Every muscle in my body ached and burned from the exertion.
Summer rolled onto her side away from me and re-started crying..
19 Chapter 16: Casual Sex ll
Eventually, Summer got a hold of herself and I suggested a shower. She made no objection when I helped her in and joined her in the tub. There was a built-in bench and I sat her down, gently washing her spectacular body. She sighed happily while I shampooed her hair and massaged her scalp. She moaned when I rubbed her back and shoulders. And she giggled when I soaped up her tits. I tried not to get TOO carried away; but hey, I was still just a guy.
We actually did study for about an hour and a half, going over all the important material and stuff I thought was most likely to show up on the final. I quizzed her to see how much she remembered and then we went back over the material she was fuzzy on. She made sandwiches and we snacked along the way.
I'd started to get uncomfortable on the floor after the first half-hour and so Summer relocated us onto the bed where we lay face-down side-by-side, our heads towards the foot of the bed. Summer looked unbearably cute wearing a new set of pajama pants and tank top, her feet kicking in the air as she pored over the notes in front of her.
And after that first hour and a half, her focus started to drift and we both found that we weren't concentrating on the work quite so much. I was admiring her beauty and idly thinking about the incredible fuck we'd shared; and from the little smiles and glances Summer was giving me she was thinking likewise.
So it wasn't much of a surprise when Summer leaned over and almost experimentally tasted my lips. She pecked me twice more before reaching a hand up to my cheek and kissing me more firmly. I started to heat up and felt the flush of arousal in my cheeks, and when I rolled Summer onto her back and pushed my tongue into her throat, I got no objection.
This time, we made love slowly and tenderly. There was no urgent thrusting and no growls of "fuck me". We simply sighed and moaned and groaned our way to a satisfying mutual climax, and Summer's eyes glittered as she felt my cum pouring into her pussy.
It was a beautiful moment. But unfortunately, once we were done, I watched Summer's lower lip quivering as the tears re-formed in her eyes. And then she turned away and started crying quietly, even as my dick slowly deflated inside of her.
Once again, Summer pulled herself together. But this time, she decided she wanted to be alone with her thoughts for a little while. We shared a tender kiss at the front door, along with a promise to get together Wednesday afternoon for a cramming session before the final. And then I left.
The last Monday at school began normally, if with a little more tension than usual. Finals were scheduled for Wednesday through Friday, and these last two days of regular classes were pretty intense for all the students. For the graduating Seniors, most of their finals were scheduled early on Monday and Tuesday, with only the occasional junior elective set later in the week.
Donna caught me just before classes started and elicited my promise to come visit her this afternoon so that we could both blow off some steam. I grinned and said, "I expect you to blow more than just steam. And I intend to blow off quite a bit myself."
The busty blonde giggled and shook her ass at me as she left.
Stacey twirled up to me between first and second periods and asked if I could help her "study" on Tuesday afternoon. I knew she didn't need to study since all her finals were on Monday and Tuesday, so what she really wanted was a celebratory fuck for the end of her academic career. For me, it was the last day before MY finals and the last opportunity to really cram, but I promised the willowy brunette a round or two.
And then during the next period, Modern Lit, I saw Summer for the first time since Saturday. She smiled shyly at me before taking her seat. But throughout the class she seemed lost in her own world and never glanced back at me. I smiled and nodded. I'd done what I was good for, we'd had one day of sex, and neither of us would look back. We were friends, nothing more, and I sighed in relief that things weren't going to be awkward or different between us.
Or so I thought.
After class, Summer hurried over to me and slipped her hand into mine, squeezing it firmly. Surprised, I looked over while she batted her eyes at me, her brown eyebrows and blue eyes making her gaze quite intense.
"Uh, Summer," I stammered nervously. "I don't know if it's such a good idea that we-"
"I'm not looking to date you, Ben," Summer shook her head and stepped in close to me and touched my cheek. To any outside observer, we would appear to be romantically involved and having an intimate conversation.
Confused, I arched an eyebrow. "Then, what's all this?"
"I just..." She trailed off and then sighed. "You're my friend, right, Ben?"
I nodded. "I'd like to think so."
"And you enjoyed Saturday?"
I smiled. "It WAS very nice. Well, naughty and nice."
"It was. But I'm not ready to jump into anything just yet." Summer took a deep breath. "I'm still heartbroken over Jae. And besides, I'm graduating soon and going off to UCLA. So we have no future together."
I nodded in agreement but said nothing further.
"I just..." Summer trailed off again, her eyes darting left and right as she searched for the right words. And then she just squeezed my hand and touched my face again. "I just feel ... better ... when I'm holding your hand. It's not love, Ben. I just don't feel that way about you. And ... I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if I want us to have sex again."
She frowned and I shrugged. While I certainly wouldn't mind having sex with the beautiful blonde bombshell, I'd live if I didn't. I certainly had other partners lined up already. "That's okay, Summer. I'm not asking you to."
She smiled. "It's just ... comforting, to have you next to me. Can you do that Ben? Just be with me for a little while? I know we barely know each other and there's only a few days of school left. But it just makes me feel better when I can hold your hand. Maybe we'd be nothing more than that, but just ... can you let me lean on you a bit?"
I smiled softly. "Sure. I can do that."
Summer brightened visibly. "Really?"
"Of course." I nodded firmly.
Summer sighed and touched my face again. Delicately, she leaned up and pecked me on the lips. And sighing softly, she murmured, "You're a good guy, Ben. I wish I'd known you before this quarter."
I shrugged. "Better late than never."
Hand in hand, we walked off to our next destinations.
Summer was waiting for me after third period. She didn't have a final right then so she decided to escort me to my next class. And more than a few people were whispering and gossip-mongering about us as we passed.
Megan shared my fourth period and her eyes narrowed as we approached. And once Summer bid me goodbye with a gentle hand-squeeze, my ex-girlfriend walked over to me. "Are you dating Summer MacIntosh now?"
I shook my head and held up my hands defensively. "No, her boyfriend Jae just dumped her and she's feeling really vulnerable and lonely. She just wants a friend to lean on right now. She graduates on Saturday and there's no future between us. I'm just trying to help her out."
"You want to help yourself into her pants, don't you?" Megan gave me a stern look.
I shook my head. "Honestly no. It's not about that."
At Megan's disbelieving stare, I sighed and admitted, "Summer and I already ... well, we've had sex in the past." Megan didn't need to know how recently in the past. "But I don't think that's in our future. I'm really just trying to be her friend."
My ex-girlfriend flashed a jealous green in her eyes for a moment, but then she calmed. Her mouth a hard line, she shrugged and turned away. "Okay. If you say so."
After fourth period, Summer came and found me before getting into the lunch line. And once we picked up our food, I stayed with her all the way to her usual lunch table. Candy and Trevor looked up at us with curious expressions. Mizuho leered at me with lust in her eyes. And Lynne seemed quite pleased to see me again.
I was forced to try and eat with my left hand since Summer seemed dead set on maintaining her grip on my right hand, and the one time I pulled my hand away to adjust my food, Summer's skin seemed to pale almost immediately and her jaw quivered until we re-established our handhold on top of the table and the color returned to her cheeks.
I felt Summer stiffen up before I ever saw Jae. Her sudden deathgrip on my hand got my attention and I turned to see Jae walking past with Ji-hyun Jeon on his arm. The new couple stopped and stared at us for a moment while Summer paled again. But when I squeezed her hand, Summer set her jaw and raised her head high, announcing to her ex-boyfriend that she would be just fine without him.
Jae looked at the two of us holding hands and glared at me for a moment, but then he turned and the Korean pair walked away.
"Summer..." Adrienne's voice sounded off beside us. She was late in arriving and stood next to the table while staring towards a retreating Jae. "Is there something you're not telling me?" She asked her friend in a weak tone.
Summer turned around with a smile after facing up to Jae for the first time since their breakup, but the smile vanished when she saw the hurt look on Adrienne's face. I knew quite well the social laws against dating a friend's ex while the wound was still fresh. "This isn't what it looks like," Summer stammered in a panic.
Adrienne looked to where Summer was still holding my hand and asked coldly, "And what does it look like?"
Summer's jaw quivered. "Ben and I are not dating or anything. He's just being a friend to me, nothing more." There was a warbling plea in the blonde's tone. "With everything going on with Jae, I just needed a little support."
Adrienne sat down on Summer's other side and looked around the table. "We're your friends, too, Summer." Her own tone had softened considerably. "You know we're here to support you."
The California blonde smiled at her friend. "I know. And thanks. But Ben was there for me this weekend when I needed it most." She beamed at me and squeezed my hand again.
Adrienne looked skeptically at me. And in a gruff voice filled with skepticism she growled, "You just in this to get into her panties, Ben?"
I frowned and shook my head. I never did anything JUST to get into a girl's panties. It hurt that someone I'd loved could think that about me. Although perhaps I couldn't blame her. I DID after all have a pretty poor track record.
Summer smiled and squeezed my hand while we exchanged a look. Yes, we had fucked. But we both felt that was a one-time thing and Adrienne didn't really need to know. Summer wasn't trying to swoop her friend's ex-boyfriend. I looked Adrienne in the eye and insisted, "I'm learning to be supportive in ways other than sexual."
Candy and Mizuho giggled and looked at me doubtfully. Adrienne gave me a knowing wary look that clearly expressed her skepticism. I blanched and said, "I'm trying. I'm really trying. Really, I just want to be here to support Summer for this week."
Adrienne sighed and nodded, shaking her head slowly in mild-disbelief. "Well, better late than never."
I felt lasers boring in the back of my head after lunch and I looked around to see that Abigail and Allison were glaring at me as Summer and I passed my old crew's table. Wincing, I excused myself from Summer for just a minute and headed over.
Cassidy caught the look of the twins and immediately leaned in and started whispering to them. I approached and then nodded my head away from the table. Abbie and Allie glanced at Cassidy as if in disbelief and then got up and followed me to a more private area.
"What are you doing with HER?" Abbie seethed at me, rolling her eyes towards Summer.
"We're just friends," I explained. "Her boyfriend dumped her and she needed a shoulder to cry on."
"You fuck her?" Allie asked with venom in her eyes.
I sighed. "I don't talk about that sort of thing, remember? You wouldn't want me going around blabbing about you two, now would you?"
"That's not a 'no'."
"I'm just trying to be her friend until she graduates, okay? She's moving on to UCLA and we're just friends," I stated. "Look, what do you girls really want from me?"
Allie was the first to pipe up. "You promised we could have sex again!"
"Did you guys get on the pill?"
"We're going to the clinic this afternoon," Abbie explained.
"So call me after your periods. Maybe next week or something. I'm going to camp for all of July, but I'll be back and we've got all next year. Okay? Now stop worrying about Summer. She's just a friend. Got it?"
Frowning, Abbie and Allie nodded reluctantly. I stepped forward and hugged both girls, pecking them on top of their heads due to their shorter heights, and then returned to Summer.
"What was that all about?" the California blonde asked.
I shook my head. "Nothing. The girls are my friends and they're just a little jealous I'm spending all this time with you."
"Ben, I don't want to take you away from your friends," Summer sighed. "You should go back-"
"No, no," I squeezed her hand. "I'm here for you, however you need me, okay?" I smiled. "I owe you that much for a wonderful Saturday."
"You don't owe me anything, Ben," Summer looked at me sharply. "I wanted it just as much as you."
"Poor choice of words," I grimaced and then held Summer's hands in my own and stared into her eyes. "Whatever else happened on Saturday, Summer, we made love, really made love. And that bonded us in a way that can never be undone. I'm not in love with you, but I WANT to do what's right. I want to do whatever I can to see that you're happy. Okay?"
She smiled and squeezed my hand back. "Okay."
I actually cancelled my rendezvous with Donna that afternoon to be with Summer. It was my Monday, but I had more important things to do. And so fully clothed, Summer and I curled up on her bed, me spooned behind her, holding her tenderly while she sobbed and trembled.
Her clothing wasn't very thick and it was very arousing to be in such an intimate position with a sexy young blonde. At one point, she pulled my arm tightly around her breasts so that I was cupping one firm boob. But at the same time, holding a crying woman while she's heartbroken over another guy isn't the biggest turn-on. So my pecker stayed in check and I stayed true to my promise not to make any moves on her.
I was just there to hold her, a warm body she could lean on, to be there for whatever Summer needed. It wasn't my place to push her for anything more than what she wanted, and my experience at being a non-aggressive nice guy was serving me well at holding my hormones in check.
So she cried, and I held her. She bitched about Jae, and I listened. And she cried again. After about an hour, Summer turned around in my grasp and blinked away the last of her tears. She smiled and reached up to touch my cheek. "I'm okay, for now at least."
I smiled and rubbed her back. "I'm glad."
And then Summer leaned into me, molding her lips against my own as she gave me a firm, warm, and inviting kiss. It was tender, not passionate, and eventually she pulled away and took a deep breath. "Thank you, Ben."
I smiled and tamped down on the urge to kiss her again. Hearing Summer's thanks just for holding her was better than hearing both Stacey Whitehouse and Mandy Lin sing my praises after I fucked them to a dozen orgasms. Summer's appreciation just felt ... richer ... somehow. "You're welcome," I answered sincerely, then sat up then and looked around for my shoes.
Summer sighed and sat up against the pillows, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "You remind me of him."
I arched an eyebrow as I started putting on one shoe. Surely she didn't think I reminded her of Jae, the hated ex-boyfriend. "Who?"
"My brother. He used to hold me like that when I was scared or sad. He's at UCLA now." Summer giggled and then touched her fingers to her lips. "Of course, I never kissed him like THAT."
I grinned and put on my other shoe. Then standing up, I took one look back at the beautiful blonde who now seemed happier than I'd seen her in a week. "See you tomorrow?"
"Of course. Thank you, Ben."
"Sleep well tonight." I tipped my head and then left.
Tuesday was more of the same. I walked hand-in-hand with Summer, giving her a squeeze every now and again when I thought her spirits were dropping. This was her big day of finals and she was completely stressed out. But with my help, she made it through the day in one piece.
I also cancelled my booty call with Stacey for that afternoon, for which the snooty senior was NOT happy. She was done with her finals and looking to celebrate. She'd also seen me around with Summer and asked if the busty blonde was my new girlfriend. I told her Summer was just a friend and Stacey shook her head disbelievingly. "Look, if you change your mind, I'll be home all night," she stated flatly. "I've been looking forward to this for a while. Don't disappoint me, Ben."
My loins urged me to reconsider, but I took a deep breath and reminded myself that being supportive of Summer and feeling her warm, platonic affection made me feel happier and more satisfied than some of my best orgasms.
Of course, Summer had just finished all but one of her final exams. They'd mentally drained her and yet given her a profound sense of relief that she was almost done. And with the passing time, Summer was getting over Jae. So between her relaxation over completed finals and her developing independence from her ex-boyfriend, Summer only needed me to hold her for a half-hour in the afternoon before sending me on my way.
Now I hadn't gotten laid since making love to Summer that last time on Saturday, and I was pretty stressed out myself staring down six final exams in the next three days. Plus, after going through a pretty intense fucking schedule with Donna, Stacey, Mandy, the Sanders twins, and Summer, I was feeling pretty horny and starting to suffer withdrawal.
Summer had also worn a sundress this day, which had scooted up while we spooned so that her bare naked butt, uncovered by the back of her thong panties, had been pressed against me for the past half-hour. If she'd wanted me to hold her for much longer, I would have been sorely tempted to break my promise not to make a move on her.
But she did release me and let me go, and the instant I put my car into gear, I remembered Stacey's urge for me to change my mind. She wanted to fuck and she wanted to fuck today. Why not? It was just meaningless sex for a little stress relief during Finals Week. And I NEEDED to relieve some pent-up tension.
Ten minutes later, I pulled up outside the Whitehouse mansion. The maid escorted me up to Stacey's suite. Stacey herself opened the door and stood there, grinning at me. "I knew you'd come. No good pussy goes wasted."
"Would be a crying shame," I smiled and obviously ogled her slender, sexy body.
Stacey reached out and grabbed me by the collar, tugging me inside and then slamming the door. Seconds later we were naked and fucking away to our heart's content.
On Wednesday, Summer slipped her hand into mine after my first final as we headed for her usual hangout spot to take the first break. She didn't have any exams or anything this day, but she came to school to hang out with her friends ... and with me.
After a minute or so, she nudged me in the ribs. "You're more relaxed today. Would have thought you'd be wound up after your final."
I shrugged. "Wasn't as hard as I thought."
She smiled serenely and then got a funny look in her eyes. And then grinning, Summer asked, "Did you get laid last night?"
My eyebrows went up in a panic, giving me away. "Well, uh, I..." I'd had enough experience with girlfriends finding out I'd cheated on them to immediately feel like shrinking away from what was sure to be flying fists.
But Summer wasn't my girlfriend and she wasn't about to hit me. Chuckling, she asked, "Who was it?" But immediately, she caught herself and waved, "Nevermind. None of my business."
I looked at her earnestly and squeezed her hand. "You're not upset?"
"You're not my boyfriend, Ben. I've got no limits on what, or who, you can't do. We're just friends and I appreciate everything you're doing for me." She giggled. "Besides, it can't be easy lying in bed with me day after day and not being able to push things further."
I blushed and admitted, "No it's not. I keep remembering what we did Saturday. And you're very sexy, Summer."
"Thanks," she blushed too. And then she gave me a significant look. "Who knows? It's a long time before college starts. Someday you may get lucky again."
We made it through our Wednesday finals and that afternoon, Summer and I spent almost two hours studying for our Thursday Modern Lit final. She was determined to get a passing grade and I was determined to help her.
In fact, we were so focused that we didn't spend any time spooning in her bed, and she didn't start crying even once throughout the afternoon. And when Summer slammed her binder closed and pronounced that she was ready for the test, her bright blue eyes sparkled and she threw herself at me in a fierce hug.
We'd been laying side-by-side on her bed to study. And when she tackled me we rolled over so that I was lying flat on my back and she was above me, clutching me tightly with her face buried against my neck. I smiled and patted her back platonically, pleased that she seemed so happy and confident about the test now.
I didn't realize what was going on until I felt the first drop of moisture hit my neck. And then with worry I pulled my head away from hers and held her face in my hands, brushing away her tears with my thumbs. "Summer, what's wrong?"
She smiled despite the waterworks, "I'm happy, Ben. I'm really happy. Thank you so much, I don't know that I could have ever felt this way again if it wasn't for you."
I smiled back. "You'd have been fine. You're a strong young woman, Summer. And Jae's just another guy."
Sniffling, she nodded her head. "Thanks for everything."
"Don't thank me just yet," I was already saying, which stopped her head halfway back towards me. She blinked in confusion before I said, "You still have to TAKE your final tomorrow."
Chuckling quietly, Summer sat up straight and wiped her eyes. "Right, right. Don't count your chickens or something, right?"
"Right." I took a deep breath and then let out a long exhalation. "You going to be okay tonight?"
"Yeah," she nodded and turned away from me. "I'll be fine." And then she turned and gave me a mysterious look. "Are you ... going to go find someone to have sex with tonight?"
I arched an eyebrow and shook my head. "No, no plans." I bit down on my impulse to ask, 'Why? Are you offering?' Instead, I held up my binder and tapped it. "I've got another final to go study for."
"Right, right," Summer blinked away the moisture in her eyes and smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, Ben."
"Bye, Summer."
I was waiting for her when she walked out the door. Yeah, I'd been sailing through Modern Lit and was pretty confident I had an 'A' when I turned in my exam early. But I couldn't relax until I saw Summer again and found out how she'd done as well.
I had my answer when she emerged into the bright light, the sun's rays reflecting in her hair as she broke into a smile that dazzled even brighter. I was just getting up from my seat on the bench when Summer broke into a run and sprinted at me. And I had just enough time to brace myself when she launched herself into the air and wrapped her legs around me in a big hug.
"I did it!" she crowed into my face as she hooked her arms behind my neck. "I NAILED it!"
I couldn't respond verbally as she'd knocked the wind out of me, but I managed not to drop her and just smiled back warmly.
And then I couldn't say anything further as Summer seized my head and planted a searing kiss on my lips, cramming her tongue into the back of my mouth as she attacked my mouth with intense passion.
When she pulled her head back, I was in a daze and she giggled while lowering her legs so that she could stand up on her own. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."
"Whoa..." I wobbled for a minute at the unexpected ferocity of her kiss. "No problem. You can kiss me like that anytime..."
The beautiful blonde giggled. "I just may take you up on that." She took a deep breath and then sighed happily. "Oh, Ben ... I did it ... I'm graduating High School! I did it! Because of you!" She tittered and giggled as she wrapped me up in a hug again.
I patted her on the back again and felt my own spirits rise with Summer's enthusiasm. She looked up at me and for a brief moment, I was sorely tempted to scoop her up and plant another juicy kiss on her lips. But I resisted and just smiled.
Her own smile faltered for a second, her clear blue eyes searching into mine. And then the finality of it all began to sink in. And stepping right up to me so that those big tits were up against my chest, Summer wrapped her arms around me and looked up at my face. "Thank you, Ben. For everything, not just Modern Lit."
"You're very welcome," I replied sincerely.
"In spite of everything going on, these past few days haven't just been bearable; they've been some of the best days of my life," Summer said sweetly while beaming up at me.
"Me, too." It had been a long time since I felt close to someone without having regular sex with them. Maybe this was what Keira had meant about understanding real love, the kind of love that was possible without the clouded judgment of sex and lust. "I really enjoyed spending time with you."
"Me, too," Summer said in a husky voice, and for a second she got up on her tiptoes and leaned in towards me.
My eyes went wide. Of course I wanted to be intimate with Summer, but I also wanted not to be. This was about friendship, not lust, and when she moved in to kiss me I briefly worried that I wouldn't be able to control myself.
Perhaps she saw my hesitation. Perhaps she stopped for her own reasons. But either way, Summer arrested her ascension almost as quickly as she started, and she settled back down to her heels.
Relaxing, I sighed. "I'm going to miss hanging out with you in the afternoon. Even though we weren't doing anything, it felt really nice just to hold you in my arms, Summer."
She smiled and then tilted her head. "Hey, you promised to just be there for me through the end of the week. Well, there's still one more day of school left."
I smiled and nodded. "Right."
"Come over this afternoon? Hold me in bed?" Summer asked with shimmering blue eyes.
"Of course."
She smiled and this time got up on her tiptoes to peck my cheek. "See you later."
Brooke stomped into the house as soon as I pulled up to the curb. Freshmen HATED finals and my little sister was no different. Not that the rest of us enjoyed finals, but we were at least used to the grind.
So on autopilot, I drove off to Summer's house, contemplating the weird twists and turns of my life. I barely spoke two words to Summer before becoming Adrienne's boyfriend. Yeah, we partied together that Spring Break, but apart from some admiration for her gorgeous body, she was really no different from a hundred other girls at school. Even after Spring Break, we were just casual acquaintances and coincidental classmates for a single elective literature course.
Literally, I'd shown up for a casual study session just six days ago. Six days. Her world was crumbling and she ended up fucking my brains out. Since then there had been no sexual contact, and yet even though I'd been recently intimate with no less than FIVE other girls, Summer was the one I felt closest to.
She'd needed me. It was an intoxicating sensation, more alluring than being sexually desired. Summer didn't just need my dick, she needed ME. She needed someone to hold her while she cried. She needed someone to listen while she bitched and moaned about the stupidity of the male species. And she needed a reliable hand to squeeze comfortingly, as if I were a combination living teddy bear, stress ball, and warm blanket. And on top of that, I was a Modern Lit tutor.
But now that need was almost over. Her academics were pretty much complete. And she'd weathered the worst few days post-breakup. From what I could see, she'd gotten most of Jae out of her system, and she would no longer need a shoulder to cry on. It was time to move on.
I'd miss her. In the last couple of months since breaking up with Adrienne, I'd gotten plenty of sex. I got laid pretty much as often as ever, despite not having a steady girlfriend, which is something most guys can't say. But I had no emotional connection to anyone. I missed that part, and I'd gotten a taste of it back with Summer. But now that was ending, too. I wasn't in a relationship. I wasn't even dating. Summer and I were just in a temporary arrangement of support.
WE, Summer and I, were ending. And that made me sad. And it was in this state that I arrived at her house.
She met me at the door and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"
I took a deep breath and looked at her forlornly. She said nothing but stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head against my shoulder.
"I'm going to miss this," I told her. "I don't think I've ever been able to just hug someone who wasn't my girlfriend."
I could feel her smiling. "That's because you're a boy. You get all weird about affection. Girls hug each other all the time."
My mind flashed back to the Spring Break orgy, particularly to a moment where Summer and Adrienne were laying on top of each other face-to-face, making out and crushing their tits into each other while I drilled Adrienne from behind. Before I realized it, I let out a low groan and felt my cock rising to bump Summer in the belly.
She giggled and stepped back, looking at the bulge in my shorts.
"Sorry," I murmured.
"Don't worry about it," Summer shook her head and then took my hand, squeezing it. "Come on in."
We found ourselves lying on her bed. I was sitting up with a couple pillows supporting my lower back. I had Summer lying on my chest while I stroked her back, both of us lost in our thoughts. We both knew she didn't need to cry and didn't really need to be held or comforted anymore. But we also knew that we both enjoyed this quiet cuddling.
The only times I'd ever really held someone this intimately were either right before or right after having sex. Before sex, I would be aroused and horny and eager to get to the fucking. After sex, I cuddled out of satisfaction and mellowness.
But holding Summer like this just felt ... relaxing. There was no pressure to move things along towards having sex. Actually, if we HADN'T fucked that first day, I might have been feeling some tension inside from desire for Summer. But now I could just feel peaceful and enjoy the pleasant affection without ulterior motive.
I would miss this.
I would miss her.
I wasn't even with her, but I'd bonded to Summer and I wasn't so eager to let go of that. So I asked softly, "Do we really have to stop?"
Summer chuckled and without turning her head to look at me, answered, "I have to give you back to your friends, Ben."
"What if I would rather spend more time with you?"
She didn't answer for a long few minutes, but twice I felt her arms tighten around me, clutching my body as if unwilling to ever let go. And then at last she let out a long exhalation of air. She tilted her head downwards, away from me. "I can't spend any more time with you, Ben. If I do, I'm afraid I'll fall in love with you."
I smiled and stroked her back. I could very easily imagine myself with Summer as my girlfriend. "Would that really be so bad?"
"I'm going to college, Ben. I'm leaving home and moving on with my life."
"UCLA isn't so far away," I pointed out, regretting it the moment I said it. Summer was starting a new chapter in her life. Who was I to try and hold her back? "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be pushing this."
She sighed. "Ben, you've helped me so much. I'd have been a wreck this whole week if it wasn't for you, and I may very well have failed all my finals. But just because I've had your support doesn't mean I'm not screwed up inside." She took a deep breath. "I've been through this enough times to know, Ben. I'm rebounding. I want to believe that these feelings I have for you are real. Most of the feelings probably ARE real; you're a sweet guy. But ... I'm smart enough to know that some of the feelings are pure rebound. And I don't want to build a relationship on a rebound. It wouldn't be fair to either one of us."
I sighed. "I know, I know." My 17-year-old brain understood. But my 17-year-old heart didn't want to admit it.
Summer turned in my arms then and crawled up until her face was level with mine. She touched my cheek with one hand and then leaned forward, softly pressing her lips to mine.
The tender kiss increased in pressure until she tilted her head and opened her mouth. My hands snaked up behind her head and held her to me as I probed with my tongue. She whimpered and moaned as our tongues touched and then we were breathing heavily through our noses as our kiss built and built into a full- blown heavy makeout session.
I lost track of how long we kissed. I was deliriously happy and yet felt the dark cloud in the back of my head, creeping over the horizon and steadily approaching. And as if by mutual consent, Summer and I slowed down our kisses until we finally pulled apart, panting for air while staring into each other's eyes from inches away.
It had been a thrilling kiss, and yet the instant it was over I immediately began wondering if that was our last. I got a pained look in my eyes and sighing, Summer moved up and pecked my forehead.
Stroking my cheek, she said quietly, "In another world, one where I'm not on the rebound from Jae and I'm not leaving for college in a few months, who knows where life might have taken the two of us?"
I closed my eyes and nodded. And when I opened them all my tension flooded out of me. I could accept. I took a deep breath and then looked at Summer's pretty face. "Can we still be friends?"
She smiled. "Of course!"
I nodded and then sat up. Scooting my butt over, I moved towards the edge of the bed and started looking around for my shoes.
Summer sighed and sat up against the pillows, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. And then in a hesitant voice, she said softly, "Ben?"
I paused while reaching for my shoe and turned to look at her. "Hmm?"
"You're leaving for this summer camp, when?"
"June 30th. Saturday."
"Two weeks?"
I nodded.
"And then you'll be gone for a month?"
I nodded again.
She took a deep breath and hugged her knees tightly. "Ben, I don't want you to visit me at all for those two weeks you're still here. Not after graduation."
Hurt, my eyebrows furrowed and I sat back against the bed heavily. "What? Why?" I moaned. I'd expected that Summer and I wouldn't be cuddling every afternoon or holding hands all day anymore, but I assumed she and I could still hang out and talk or even just go somewhere and be quiet together. I really DID feel quite relaxed when I was just near to her and saying nothing.
"Promise me, Ben. Promise." Her voice cracked and new tears were forming in her eyes.
With a pained expression, I nodded slowly. "OK. I promise. Two weeks. But I reserve the right to visit come August."
She barked a short laugh. "Okay." And then she let out a long exhalation, seeming relieved.
"But why, Summer?" I whimpered. "I'll do it. Not after graduation. But why?"
"Please, Ben? I ... I'm over Jae. I KNOW it," she said firmly.
I nodded. "That's good, that's good." But I didn't understand what that had to do with me.
Summer sighed. "But now ... now I'm going to need time to get over you."
"Get over?" I asked. "We're just friends, Summer. We'll always be friends."
"I know we will. But ... it's already too late. I have feelings for you, Ben; feelings that I'm going to have to get over. And I can't do that if you're still around."
I sighed and turned my head away, nodding slowly. "Me, too."
She reached out and squeezed my hand. I squeezed back, never wanting to let go. But it was time to let go. I leaned over and pecked Summer on the cheek, resigned to our fates. She was right. In another world, who knew where life might have taken the two of us? But this was the only world we really had. It was a world where the timing was off, where she was rebounding from a boyfriend and I was just a teenager with too many hormones and a tendency to be led around by my erection.
I stood up and looked towards my shoes again. But instead of reaching for them, I found myself unable to move. I didn't want to let go of her hand just yet. It was as if the moment I let go, it would all be over, and the hopeless romantic in me wished some magical, cosmic event would happen to change this world and make it possible for me and Summer to be together.
She didn't let go of my hand either. I don't pretend to know what was running through her mind, but I believed it was something similar to mine.
And then letting out one last breath of air ... I let go.
My hand was free in the air for less than a second, because almost as soon as I released her, Summer grabbed my hand again and yanked me back towards her. I spun instinctively and her other hand went up to my face, guiding me to her lips as we kissed with passion and love and terror at losing each other.
Our clothes went flying in every direction. And before I knew it, Summer was fully naked with those impossibly big and round tits sitting upright and being compressed down by my bare chest. Her hand wrapped around my cock and guided it to her sexual center, and once she got my mushroom head slotted into position her hand darted around and pulled on my buttcheek while I drove myself into her, grunting in effort while she threw her head back and moaned happily at the penetration.
The second after my pelvic bone slammed into hers, Summer grabbed my head and we kissed with a frantic energy. Mid-kiss, I withdrew my hips several inches and then rammed myself forward, the impact breaking our kiss for a moment before our lips found each other once again. And after I did it three more times she finally had to turn her head to gasp for oxygen and start whimpering her pleasure while I pistoned in and out of her tight, clenching pussy.
"Oh, Ben! Oh I wanted this so much! Fuck me! Fuck me! Deeper! Oh, Ben, Ben, Ben! Love me! Fill me! Fuck me!"
"Summer!" I grunted and drilled into her with wild abandon. "Summer!" I groaned in absolute rapture that after nearly a week of cuddling and affection that we were once again joined together in the most intimate of positions.
Her legs were crossed behind my ass, tugging me all the way inside her body with every thrust. Our mouths found each other over and over as we made love with our tongues just as much as with our loins. And when I felt her body shudder beneath me and her inner muscles clamp down around my invading shaft, she kissed me so hard my teeth hurt.
Seconds later, I joined her, thrusting my cock in to the hilt and spewing out a diluvial torrent of jism deep into her clasping pussy.
"Ohhh!" Summer groaned in ecstasy while we both felt our climaxes coursing through our bodies, and her hips kept twitching for several minutes long after I'd finished filling her up with my cum.
After we'd both recovered, I set my forehead down onto the pillow beside Summer's head. She turned her face to me and gave me a tender kiss on the cheek. And then I rotated my face to hers so that I could get another one, this time on the lips.
I was supporting most of my weight on my own elbows, but I still felt the lush curves of her body pressed against my chest while my cock deflated inside of her. I truly had enjoyed making love with Summer, but I searched her crystal blue eyes for any signs of regret. Even when I was trying to be a "good guy" and share warm, platonic affection without sex, I still wound up getting laid, and I worried it was my fault.
But there was no regret in Summer's eyes as she smiled at me and patted my back. "Now I'm REALLY going to need time to get over you," she said softly. "If we made love like that one more time there's no WAY I wouldn't fall head over heels in love with you."
My cock twitched at that thought, and Summer felt it inside her. My eyes lit up and I grinned, "Well, if you put it that way, maybe we should have another go."
Summer giggled but pushed gently at my shoulders. Obediently, I rolled off and pulled my prick out of her, lying beside her while staring at the ceiling. She slid her hand into mine and gave it a squeeze. "In another world, Ben. But for now, it's time for you to go."
I wasn't expecting to see Summer again until Saturday's graduation ceremony. But on Friday morning, just as I came up from the parking lot with Brooke, the beautiful California blonde was standing there waiting for me.
"Hi..." Summer said sweetly as she wrapped her arms around me in a fierce hug.
"Hi!" I replied in surprise while patting her on the back. "What are you doing here? I thought you and the Senior girls were going to the beach today?
"We are, but not until later. Candy said she's gonna sleep in until noon." Summer giggled, a sound that both brightened my spirits and broke my heart. I'd miss the sound of her voice. "I just wanted to see you before we left," Summer finished.
"I'm glad." I squeezed her hand.
We walked into the school together and eventually, we got into the general vicinity of my next final's classroom. Summer realized we were stopping and she pulled me over to a quiet alcove. "Ben..." Her voice cracked. "I meant what I said. After Saturday, we can't see each other anymore."
I felt my shoulders sag, but I nodded in agreement. "I understand."
She tilted her head to mine and leaned in as if to kiss me, but we both paused and after another moment's hesitation, she turned her head and we hugged each other tightly. "Thank you, Ben."
"You're very welcome," I replied in a soft voice while stroking her back.
We hugged for another few seconds before I felt that little tingle on the back of my neck that told me someone was watching us. I pulled back and looked over to see Adrienne standing there, giving us a funny look.
I returned to Summer and tenderly pecked her forehead. And then I released her away. She blinked away the little moisture forming in her eyes and sighed, turning and only then seeing Adrienne.
"Hey," Adrienne offered.
"Hey," Summer replied and then canted her head to the side with a wry grin on her face. "I'm so jealous of you, A.D."
Adrienne furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and looked back and forth between me and Summer. "Jealous? For what?"
"For him," Summer tilted her head towards me. "I only got a week. You still have him all next year."
Adrienne bit her lip and looked at the ground, not entirely sure how to respond to that. But Summer just turned and touched her right hand to my cheek and squeezed my hand with her left.
And then with a little smile, Summer let go of me and walked away..
20 Chapter 17: Consequences
JUNE 2001, JUNIOR YEAR
"Oh, THAT's what that question was asking?"
"Wait, what do you MEAN there was a question 5b?"
"Ah hell, my parents are gonna kill me when that report card comes out."
"Fuck it. I don't care anymore. When are you heading over to Elaine's place?"
School was out. The past was past, and anything short of hacking the database or sneaking into the records office wouldn't change your test scores. So by four in the afternoon, Elaine Fukuhara and 35 of her closest friends were out back by the pool at her family's mansion, celebrating our newfound freedom.
It seemed pretty much just like last year's party. No one tried to sneak in any drugs this time, although there seemed to be much more beer being consumed. The bodies running around were much more developed, and this time all 21 of the girls present were wearing bikinis; no more one-pieces.
Last year, the unattached guys and unattached girls had been pretty segregated. It had been like a game of red rover, where the guys would occasionally send out someone in an attempt to break through to the girls, but he was unfortunately returned several minutes later. This year, everyone mingled amongst each other with casual flirting and obvious ogling the rule, rather than the exception.
I was no different. I chatted and flirted easily, walking with the confidence of a guy who'd gotten laid by way more than his fair share of girls in the past year. A couple of girls avoided me like the plague, but there were also a few who seemed more than willing to become the next notch on my belt. Things certainly had changed since we were all just "nice kids".
As it was, I spent most of the early afternoon manning the grill with Daniel Chen. Elaine would send him on errands every now and again, leaving me to take over. Girls who had no interest in the burgers would stop by to chat with me, profiling themselves for maximum cleavage. Curiously, whenever Megan or Cassidy came over to chat, most of those girls would keep their distance. I didn't particularly mind. Believe it or not, I wasn't really looking to get laid.
I would never have believed it a few months ago, but I'd gotten a little bored with casual hookups. Sure, screwing Donna and Stacey and Mandy had been quite pleasurable, but spending a few afternoons cuddling with Summer and not having sex had felt far more rewarding. When we finally did make love yesterday afternoon, just the one time, the experience had been so much richer and fulfilling.
And I still had Summer on my mind. Where was she right now? Still at the beach with Candy, Mizuho, and the rest? Were cute lifeguards flirting with her? Did I even have any right to be jealous?
Daniel returned just then, and I went to grab a fresh Corona and flop onto a lounge chair. Kenny Doyle, already buzzed, came over with Rachel Tyler under his arm and toasted his Corona bottle with me. "Cheers! We're free!"
I tilted my Oakleys and arched an eyebrow at the recent couple. Kenny had finally landed his dream girl after years of pursuit. I only hoped she could keep up with his perpetual horniness.
Across the way, Sung Joon and Stephanie Vo were in the pool, pressed up against the wall while sucking each other's faces. On a couple of lounge chairs further off, Derek Rigby and Su-Lin Chang were holding hands. And right next to me, Elaine slid over and wrapped her arm around Daniel's waist, resting her head on his shoulder as she used her other hand to drop slices of cheese onto the burgers.
Everywhere I looked were happy couples. And as I nursed my beer, I found myself all alone. Inevitably, my gaze went across to Megan and Cassidy, who were chatting with some other friends. It felt like AGES ago when we were a triple, and even longer back to when it was just me and Megan exploring oral sex when she was just fifteen.
What a difference a year makes. Last year at this same time, Megan gave me her very first blowjob. Since then, I'd had an abundance of sex with some of the most gorgeous creatures on the planet, sampling a variety of nubile teen flesh. And yet I imagined I was happier last year than I was now.
So I chugged another beer.
I was pretty buzzed by the time we all got in the pool for some water volleyball. And I was certifiably drunk by 8pm. But I was still pretty functional. I decided to take it easy on the rest of the alcohol, especially since I was once again manning the grill as we brought out kabobs, chicken, and steaks for dinner.
As usual, girls came to chat with the chef, flirting with me as they picked up their food. With the sun just setting, typical for mid-June, the air was warm and they still wore nothing but their bikinis. I ogled flesh and they gave me better looks at their curves, and all in all everyone had a good time. Two such girls were Abigail and Allison Sanders.
Unlike the others, the twins didn't just grab their food and move on. They stood around, one twin talking while the other took a few bites of her chicken sandwich, and then they would trade places with the other twin picking up the conversation.
I didn't mind. The cute brunettes were looking pretty good, wearing matching blue and white bikinis. They'd just stepped out of the pool before coming up to me, the moist fabric clinging to their tight bodies and outlining hard nipples. Memory of the night I took their virginities filled in the nakedness I couldn't currently see.
Presently, Elaine and Daniel came over to us, both of them wearing just-fucked expressions. Daniel thanked me for watching the grill and offered to take over, and at the same time Allie leaned in to whisper something into Elaine's ear.
Whatever Allie said, Elaine looked straight at me and frowned slightly. But she nodded and made some hand gestures. The next thing I knew, I had a Sanders twin on either side of me, holding my arms and directing me into the house. "Come on," Allie said. "We want to play."
I frowned in mild confusion. I knew the girls had wanted to continue their sexual exploration, but I'd assumed it wouldn't happen until sometime next week at the earliest. I'd just taken their virginities seven days ago, and they said their periods were due in three days. I'd even glimpsed the string of a tampon when Abbie had adjusted her bikini bottom earlier in the evening. So ... maybe the girls wanted to practice blowjobs?
If that was the case, I certainly wouldn't mind. I was still pretty drunk and the idea of some recreational oral play certainly sounded good to both my little head and my alcohol-buzzing big head. I supposed I could happily go two years in a row with blowjobs during the end-of-school barbecue.
But it turned out, the girls had much more on their minds.
Oh, it started off like I expected. The twins giggled and groped me through my shorts as we found a bedroom inside the mansion. Thankfully, this time it wasn't a bedroom that overlooked the backyard, so I didn't need to worry about noise carrying down to our friends below.
Abbie had always taken the lead and so I swept her into my arms first, bending her back and giving her a fierce kiss that would have knocked her socks off, were she wearing any. As it was, I settled for running my hands across her bare shoulders and down to the bowtie holding up her halter-top bikini. When she didn't object, I deftly pulled it open and then also opened up the back-tie. I then tossed the bikini top away and kissed my way down Abbie's neck until I reached her cute tits.
Since she was just 5'3", I had to bend quite a bit to reach Abbie's perky B-cups and take a nipple into her mouth. She held my head to her chest and moaned for a few seconds before turning my head away, and I saw that a topless Allie had moved next to us. I took a quick nip at Allie's nipple as well before wrapping my arms around the younger twin's waist, hoisting her up so that I could kiss her at my own full height.
Allie giggled and then lifted her legs up and around my waist, supporting her own weight while she pressed her mouth more firmly against my lips and started darting her tongue inside. And while I still held on to the petite girl, Abbie guided us back towards the bed.
While Allie wasn't heavy, I didn't mind getting into a more comfortable position and once I felt the bed against the back of my legs, I let myself sink down into a sitting position. Allie kept pushing me further until I was flat on my back, and then she moved away from my waist and dipped her breasts at my face while Abbie went to work removing my swim trunks.
Soon, I was fully naked with my ass on the edge of the bed. The Sanders twins were both topless but kept their bikini bottoms on, confirming my suspicion that they were still on the rag. But we still had lots to play with as the girls grabbed pillows for their knees and then settled on either side of my dick. I was rock hard and angled up against my own stomach, and Abbie reached out to pull my erection upright so that the twin girls could simultaneously start licking up the sides of my shaft.
"Oh..." I sighed. "You two are a dream come true."
The girls giggled. "We practiced this on a carrot," Allie explained, and then the two turned their heads to the sides so they both could plant their lips on my shaft and kiss my cock at the same time. Afterwards, Allie took over by lowering her mouth over the top of my cock, swallowing the first few inches until my head started nudging against her throat. I knew that was all she could take and for a moment, I debated whether to try and teach the twins deep-throating.
"Of course, a carrot doesn't have balls," Abbie giggled as she moved down to lick my testicles, causing me to shiver. I was surprised she remembered to even attempt that, as I'd only mentioned it once in passing. She tickled them with her fingertips and suckled one ball into her mouth before swapping places with Allie and then they started all over again.
What followed was one of the most pleasant blowjobs of my life. The girls were still inexperienced, but they were very enthusiastic and their tag team approach was quite effective. I found myself straining my neck in an effort to watch the two identical faces worshipping my cock, and eventually I felt my balls compressing in readiness to burst.
"Girls, I'm gonna cum," I warned. The last time they'd done this, Abbie and Allie had parked their heads side-by-side and let me hose down both their faces. But this time, Abbie took over by taking as much of my meat into her mouth while jacking me furiously and Allie moaned and squeezed her own tits while heatedly watching.
My stomach muscles convulsed twice before I felt the hot jism race up my cock and splatter inside Abbie's mouth. Her eyes bulged when she felt the first impact but she kept on pumping, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in oxygen and kept taking more and more of my cum into her mouth.
After the fourth burst, Abbie had to pull away as she tilted her head back, her lower jaw jutting out to hold in the pool of cum she had trapped there as she also took in a deep breath of air. I realized then that she hadn't been swallowing and had saved my cum.
Meanwhile, my cock was still twitching and after spitting out a small wad into the air, Allie grabbed me and took what was left of my load into her mouth. She too didn't swallow and once I was done, Allie turned to her twin sister and molded her lips over Abbie's, and to my utter amazement and delight the identical twins began french kissing each other and passing my creamy jism back and forth between each other, little white globs leaking out from their sloppy liplock.
The sight was almost enough to make me pop again.
Eventually, the girls swallowed whatever they had in their mouths and then blushing, began to scoop up the remains from their chins and cheeks. My eyes were wide open and Allie's eyes twinkled at me. "Like that?" she asked.
"Fuck yeah that was hot!" I crowed.
"We thought you would," Allie smiled and then nodded to her sister. Abbie just reached out and took me into her mouth again, humming and moaning around my already half-hard dick.
And while Abbie raised and lowered her head along my shaft, Allie got up and joined me on the bed, lying back across the bedspread. "Mmm ... time to fuck me now, Ben."
I arched an eyebrow and made a face. "What about your periods?"
Allie giggled and snaked her bikini bottoms off, hooking them onto a foot and then flinging them away with her toes. "I'm not on my period yet. And I want to feel you spunk inside me."
Now I may have been drunk, but I wasn't totally gone. I frowned and did the math. "Wait, you told me on Friday that you were due in like three days? That would have been ... Monday!"
Allie shrugged and spread her legs, revealing a clean and recently trimmed pussy, dipping a hand down to stir her own wet lubrication. "Three days, seven days, whatever. We've always been a little irregular. But we're always pretty close and Abbie just got hers this morning. She was hoping she could still fuck too but I guess it's just you and me for now! Better take the opportunity since I'll probably start tonight or tomorrow."
I arched an eyebrow and looked at both girls. "Did you guys get prescriptions for the pill?"
They both nodded, and Abbie announced, "Took my first one this morning." She then resumed her hot little blowjob.
Meanwhile, her twin sister leaned back on the bed and raised up her knees. Allie fixed me with a sultry grin and spread her own labia wide. "Come fuck me, Ben."
Abbie's enthusiastic blowing had brought me back to full hardness and I first lifted the older twin up to give her a thank you kiss. The cute brunette swooned happily and then turned me around to help me into position. But I had other ideas. "Feel like trying a new position?" I asked Allie. We'd done missionary and girl-on- top last week.
She grinned. "Sure!"
I quickly positioned the petite girl on all fours and Allie quickly got the idea. "C'mere, Ben! Fuck me like a dog! I'm your slutty doggie!"
Allie's enthusiasm was contagious and I quickly knelt behind her, holding her left hip in my hand and my own prick with my right, and aiming carefully I nudged my cockhead between her labia and then started burrowing into Allie's near-virginal snatch.
"Ooh..." she crooned as she felt me sliding in. From her small size and minimal experience, Allie was incredibly tight and I knew she could feel every bump and ridge passing into her body. Her pussy actually didn't let me all the way in that first time, and I had to back out a few inches and try twice more before I was fully seated balls deep into the 16-year-old cutie.
Meanwhile, Abbie didn't feel like being completely left out. She knelt beside me and had me suckling on her nipples and exchanging kisses while she rooted around her own crotch with one hand. "Ohmigod..." Abbie moaned while I nursed on one teat.
"Ohmigod..." Allie moaned in reply as my shaft moved in and out of her clenching tunnel.
"Oh ... my ... gawd," I grunted myself.
"So good, Ben," Allie groaned. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," she whimpered happily when I started to pick up the pace. And then she really started moaning when Abbie left me and reached under Allie's humping body to diddle her younger sister's clit.
Together, Abbie and I made Allie cum once. And then together, Abbie and I helped make Abbie herself cum once, albeit without penetration. And then as Abbie fell away to pant and relax, I grabbed Allie's hips in both of my hands and really began to pound her small body from behind.
"Ohhh, fuck!" Allie grunted. "He's fucking me, Abbie! He's fucking me so hard!"
"I know..." Abbie groaned. "It's so hot to watch!"
"Unngh!" Allie moaned while fucking herself back at me. "He's so deep. His cock is so big and it's going so deep into me! I feel like he's splitting me apart!"
"Cum, Allie!" Her twin sister cheered. "Cum on that fat cock! Squeeze it inside your little cunny!"
"Oh, I'm gonna cum again, Abbie! He's gonna make me cum again! So close! So close! So- AAAAH!!!"
Allie did squeeze my cock inside her little cunny. Her whole body trembled and with that, her arms collapsed as she hunched over with only her ass upthrust into the air. I continued pounding Allie's petite body all through her orgasm, and with the new angle I felt like I could go even deeper. In fact, several times it felt like the head of my cock was bouncing off the spongy wall at the back of her vagina.
When I got to orgasm myself, I didn't need to make a sound. Allie kept up her running commentary to inform her sister.
"Oh, Abbie! He's cumming! He's cumming in me! I can feel his hot juices splashing into my pussy! It's so good! I love it! I love it! I want it all the time!"
Grunting, I gripped Allie's hips even tighter and pulled her close to me so that my cockhead was right at the back of her tunnel where I would be sure to squirt right into her womb.
"So good! So hot! Flood my pussy with your cum, Ben! More! More!"
Unfortunately, I only had a few more shots. But I made them count by blasting them right where Allie wanted them, and after a few seconds of tense arms and straining muscles, I relaxed and let go of her little body, letting Allie collapse off my dick and flat onto her stomach. Already, a mini-river of creamy goo was oozing out of her lewdly stretched pussy lips.
Allie panted and turned her head to me. "Ben, clear your schedule for a week from now. Because once I'm off my period I'm going to fuck you every chance I get."
I was still pretty buzzed by the time I flopped back into a lounge chair, both from lingering alcohol and sexual satisfaction. It was dark outside, the backyard illuminated by several scattered lights around which various groups huddled together. And I settled in to catch my breath and sip some water.
A few minutes later, Megan came over and took the seat next to me. "Have a good time?" she asked with a wry grin on her face.
"Mmm..." I hummed an answer.
"The two of them give you a workout?"
I just shrugged. "No comment."
"Ah, yes, the famous Ben reluctance to talk, even though everyone knows you just boned the Sanders twins." Megan nodded. "Probably the only 'nice guy' quality you've got left."
"Hey, I always make sure the girl is satisfied," I pointed out.
"Your golden rule. That makes you a good lover, Ben; not a nice guy." Megan sighed. "Enjoying your life, are you?"
At first I was ready to nod enthusiastically, but I felt something inside me deflate. Yeah, messing around with the Sanders twins was hot, but it still lacked the emotional richness of that one afternoon with Summer. In fact, even though Abbie and Allie were friends I'd known for a long time, screwing them felt more like Donna or Stacey than anything really special. My chest deflated along with that mood and I sagged into my chair. "Well..." I stalled.
"What, finding your sex life a little meaningless? A little empty?" Megan leaned over.
I frowned and waggled my head. Megan had been one of my closest friends for nearly two years now and I didn't feel the slightest hesitation in sharing my emotions with her, despite the trials of our breakup. "Well, yeah, a little. But ... I get these urges, you know?"
"Of course I know. Girls have hormones, too," she shrugged.
"But ... uh, well, you don't have to answer this," I began. "But have you... ?"
Megan arched an eyebrow at me. "Have I had sex with anyone since you? No. I haven't."
"Why not? I thought you loved sex."
"I do. But I can't just fuck someone, Ben. It doesn't work that way for me. Unlike you, I'm not 'just a guy'. I have to have feelings for someone." She sighed. "I tried ... once ... You don't know him. He's a guy from Chinese school. We went on a couple of dates and we started getting into things ... but ... the spark just wasn't there. He was cute and all, but I didn't even feel that much when I kissed him. And even though I was horny as hell, I could never be intimate with him."
I pinched my lips together and looked down at the ground. I sighed and murmured, "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For ... for everything, Megan. I really screwed up. I let my hormones get the best of me, and I ruined what we had. If I hadn't, you'd still be having great sex and I'd still have the most caring girlfriend of my life."
Megan turned her head away from the light, casting her face half in shadow. Still, on the illuminated half, I saw the corner of her lip creep up in a smile. "You still think that about me?"
I sighed. "I won't disparage anyone else, but you were the most considerate and attentive girlfriend I ever had. You always listened and you knew my moods before I even had them half the time."
"I nagged you and bossed you around you mean, always trying to psychoanalyze your motives." Megan grinned wryly.
"Well, maybe a little," I smiled. "But ... well ... you'll always be my first girlfriend, Megan. Nothing can ever take that away."
"And you'll always be my first ... everything ... Ben," Megan sighed, then reached over and squeezed my hand.
I looked at her in the dim light, our eyes connecting, and for a brief moment I wondered why I didn't just get back together with Megan. I was unattached, tiring of life screwing whichever girl offered, and lonely at not having a girlfriend. They said that the main reason to have a girlfriend was to have a regular source for getting laid. Well I got laid regularly enough without the girlfriend. But there was no making up for the companionship and emotional attention.
But then Megan turned her head away and released my hand. "Don't take this the wrong way, Ben, but I'm happy we broke up."
My minor hopes fell. "Uh, really?"
"Yeah. It made me grow up a bit. It made me look at the situation rationally. I might have gone through the rest of high school as your girlfriend, which would have been fine, but I wouldn't have learned the control I have now. I'd like to think that getting my heart broken matured me a bit."
"Maturity. Hmph." I shook my head. "Got anything to teach me?"
Megan laughed. "Yeah, keep it in your pants until you realize the consequences of your actions. You're just a teenager now, Ben. But sooner or later all that fucking around is going to catch up to you, one way or another. You'd better learn before that happens."
I exhaled. Consequences. I'd been telling myself that for a few months now. It made sense in theory, the whole look before you leap thing. But flash some tits in my face and reason flew out of my brain. All that was left was my other head. "I know, Megan. I know."
"You're trying, I get that. But you don't know yet. And when you do figure it out, gimme a call." Megan stood up and turned away. But before she left, she looked back at me. "I'm still waiting for the boy I fell in love with."
I only had a slight hangover on Saturday morning. Unfortunately, it was made worse by Eden and Emma hogging the TV with a Lizzie McGuire rerun on the Disney Channel and then blasting one of their Backstreet Boys CDs. There are few things more annoying in this world than two 11-year-olds singing "I Want it That Way". I was only too happy to get out of the house for the school's Graduation Ceremony.
Summer, of course, was thrilled to see me. There was no awkward tension between us as I hugged her warmly in front of her parents and wished her luck at UCLA. We were a relationship that never was, and so there was nothing to regret.
Adrienne was there as well, saying goodbye to her friends, and she gave me and Summer a funny look, although she didn't comment. I ended up sitting with her and Lynne Arian during the ceremony itself, and it was one of the most awkward hours of my life. Lynne was friendly enough. But except for lunches with Summer, during which all my focus was on Summer herself, this was my first prolonged contact with Adrienne since our split.
I found myself glancing at my gorgeous ex-girlfriend every minute or so, feeling the urge to hold her in my arms or otherwise initiate our old physical familiarity with each other. And from the way Adrienne would start leaning towards me for a few minutes before jerking herself away self-consciously, I presumed she also had some lingering feelings from our brief but intense relationship. After ten minutes, Adrienne finally just got up and switched seats with Lynne so that she wouldn't have to sit next to me anymore. I understood how she felt.
After the ceremony, Mizuho Nishioka actually grabbed my ass and pecked me. She left some sort of sparkly makeup on my cheek and only made it worse when she tried to rub it off.
Candy Carter and Trevor Hansen thanked me for coming and said they'd be around since they were both attending UC Irvine, along with what seemed like a quarter of the graduating class.
After the ceremony, I mingled around. Donna Kincaid slid her hand into my back pocket and told me she intended to cash in on her rain check for our missed rendezvous the past Monday. She also challenged me to guess whether or not she was wearing any clothes underneath her graduation gown. Since there was no sign of a shirt at her neckline and nothing but bare skin below the hemline, save for some strappy 3-inch heels, I started to imagine that she was indeed naked beneath the shimmering cloth. Donna turned away with a twinkle in her eyes, and if she was wearing shorts, they must have been pretty high cut because I still saw nothing but naked thigh through the slit in her gown as she walked.
Shortly after, Stacey Whitehouse gave me a big hug and kissed my ear tenderly. I still had a hard-on from Donna and Stacey smiled as she ground herself against it, humming happily before releasing me and backing away. Lynne Arian happened to be nearby, and she shot me an odd glance before turning to continue her conversation with someone else.
I even ran into Elyse Laughton, ex-Cheerleader Captain, who gave me a dirty look before spinning away to charm another cheerleader's parents. I directed my conversation to one of the Senior guys who'd been in another class with me, but I couldn't help overhearing Elyse inform the parents that she was going to Cal Berkeley in the fall. Something in the back of my head told me I'd be seeing the raven-haired beauty somewhere down the road.
We all took pictures and everyone said their goodbyes. Even though most people would still be in town for a few months, there was a certain finality in knowing they would never return to the school as students again. And so there were many tears and many hugs all around, and then we all went our separate ways.
I returned home and wound up lying down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I would really miss Summer. But when I really thought about it, Donna and Stacey and the others were elements I didn't really need in my life. I still had my old crew for friends. And with less distractions, maybe I could spend the next two weeks really figuring out what I wanted to do with my life, and the kind of people I wanted to spend that life with.
And then come June 30th, it was off to summer camp ... and Dawn. It would really be a time to get away from the real world, something I was greatly looking forward to. And when I returned in August, I would be a new man.
At least, that was the plan.
Even though we'd just seen each other a couple days before, come Monday my high school friends organized to hit the beach. Our parents were at work for the day and we wanted a chance to let loose a bit.
It was a smaller crew: me, Megan, Cassidy, Kenny and Rachel, Daniel and Elaine, Sung and Stephanie. Abbie and Allie were planning to come as well, but they canceled at the last minute. It was just as well. They'd both be on their periods by now and I knew never to question it if a girl felt weird during that one week out of every month. My sisters had taught me that much.
Of course, with six people paired up into three couples, two of them still in the honeymoon phase, I quickly found myself alone with Megan and Cassidy. We all felt awkward for about three seconds, and then it was right back to being friends. Megan ribbed me about losing my harem and Cassidy alternated sneaking nostalgic stares at me and remembering her old comfortable familiarity with me.
Now we nine weren't the only ones on the beach. There were several other teenage coteries, many from other high schools, and one group of particularly attractive girls. Kenny, quite deliberately, led me with a frisbee toss right into the middle of them. And after catching the disc, I fell to the sand and found myself staring at quite the collection of tits.
Grinning, I made small talk but then reminded myself to keep a lid on my libido and excused myself away. One cute brunette made a flippant comment to me about stopping by later but I tried to wall it away, and both Megan and Cassidy seemed to notice the change in my behavior compared with the past few months.
I stuck to my "plan". Yeah, I flirted with my two ex-girlfriends a little, but for the most part I kept my really perverted comments to myself. We chatted as friends and interacted comfortably, although I did let my mind wander every now and again to memories of when we were all together as a triple. And it wasn't just me. Megan and Cassidy kept looking at me and then exchanging glances, as if evaluating whether or not I was changing for real.
Eventually, it was time to head home and we packed up and left. And that afternoon, for the first time in a long while, I found myself taking matters into my own hands, envisioning the cute brunette from the beach as I jacked myself off into some tissues.
The orgasm was just about relief. I didn't need anything else. Next week, yeah, I'd probably boink the Sanders twins a couple of times, but then it was off to camp and Dawn and I vowed to myself to learn to keep my dick in my pants. My time with Summer and my conversations with Megan perpetually reminded me that sex with people I barely knew could be pleasurable, but only sex with people I cared about could really satisfy.
I went that entire first week of summer break without having sex. By Wednesday I was twitchy, suffering withdrawal symptoms. By Friday I was a wreck. And by the following Monday, I was going INSANE. Brooke wondered what the hell was wrong with me, and even Eden and Emma were staying away from me. I just hadn't gone this long without getting laid in a LONG time, and even my magazines and my right hand weren't cutting it.
It didn't help that Brooke had somehow picked up Brandi's old exhibitionist streak. She was fifteen now and her developing body had certainly gotten a boost. She was in the middle of her growth spurt, something I realized with certainty the one time her towel slipped as she was crossing the hallway after a shower. I had just enough of a mental flash to boinking my older sister Brandi to give me a massive erection.
Brooke had noticed her effect on me, and for the past two nights, she'd been shamelessly parading herself nearly-naked across the hall in a tease that reminded me so much of Brandi. My little sister kept the naughty bits covered up with towels or underwear, but just barely. And I couldn't even look forward to a reunion with Brandi to quench the incestuous thoughts from my mind. She and Dayna had gotten summer internships at Berkeley and wouldn't be coming home, not even joining us at camp that summer.
I was going crazy with inner lust. I didn't even have a specific target in mind. I just wanted to FUCK something. I was trying to be good and not get myself involved in casual hookups anymore, but I CRAVED to get laid. After all, I still had Donna's number and figured she'd be up for a roll in the hay. If Donna wasn't available, maybe Stacey wouldn't be so averse to screwing for old time's sake. And when I told myself that those weren't healthy relationships and they were girls I didn't really care about, my mind drifted away to Keira. She was still in her hunt for Mr. Right, and I thought it was certainly possible she hadn't gotten a good lay in a LONG time herself.
And where were the Sanders twins? It had been just over a week since the girls got their periods. Surely they'd be done by now and just itching to get it on, right? But for the entire Monday morning, they hadn't called.
So I held Donna's and Stacey's numbers in my hand. If I struck out twice, I resigned myself to visiting Keira. And reaching out with a twitchy hand, I got ready to make the call.
But before I could grab the phone that Monday afternoon, it rang on its own. I stared at the thing dumbfounded for a minute before snagging it, answering a confused "Hello?"
"Ben?" The voice was one of the Sanders twins. But from the ominous tone, she wasn't calling for the expected booty call.
"Yeah?"
"It's Abbie. Uh, we need to talk to you. Can you come over right now?"
Whatever was going on, getting out of the house sounded like a good idea. So I answered immediately, "I'll be right over."
My first indication that something was wrong was that the Sanders twins were wearing baggy clothing that totally obscured their nubile bodies. It was cool in the house, but not cold enough to justify thick fleece pajama pants and long-sleeved tops. More telling were the obvious bra straps. The twins did not have sex on their minds.
Also telling were the frightened looks in their eyes. Abbie escorted me into the living room where Allie was curled up on the couch and I seated myself into a chair facing them. The girls wouldn't look me in the eye and we just kind of stared off for a few seconds before I leaned forward and asked, "What's wrong?"
Allie burst into tears just then, Abbie frowned and looked at her sister, and neither girl responded immediately. I bit my lip and looked back and forth between them, trying to understand what the hell was going on. And then Allie got her sobbing under control just enough to blurt, "I'm pregnant!"
My eyes went wide. My hands felt clammy. And then I felt a dizzy sensation as inky blackness clouded over my vision and I surrendered myself to the blissful vacuum of unconsciousness.
I woke up on the floor to see Abbie hovering on top of me, waving a magazine in my face while I blinked rapidly. Somewhere behind her, I could still hear Allie crying. But Abbie had her focus on me as she asked, "You okay?"
I blinked a few more times and then grunted, "I think so." She backed away as I gingerly sat up and rubbed my head. Looking to my left, I saw that Allie was sobbing quietly with both her hands over her face. My mouth went dry and I remembered the last words she had spoken. And to Abbie, I asked, "Is she really pregnant?"
Abbie sighed. "She's more than a week late now. I've already finished my period. We had her take two different home tests. They both came up positive."
"How?" I croaked.
Abbie rolled her eyes. "Well, you were there, remember? I think you know the how, Ben," she practically spat. "After all, this is YOUR fault!"
"MY fault?"
"You didn't bring any condoms!" Abbie yelled at me.
"I haven't used a condom in months!" I yelled back as I elevated myself back up and onto the couch. "You were the ones planning this! You could have gotten on the pill!"
"We didn't have time! It was all so last second and as the boy, you should be prepared!" Abbie growled.
"It's YOUR body. Protect yourself. I was willing to back out, but you guys said you were safe!" I pointed a finger at Abbie and she blanched. "YOU told me you were safe! Three days until your period, right? Turned out more like seven, didn't it? Or in Allie's case, nine months!"
Now Abbie cringed. "Well ... I ... I didn't think anything would happen. All the books we read said we'd only be fertile for a couple of days right in the middle!"
Allie just started bawling even louder. "Aaaaawwwwwwnnnnnggghhh!"
I winced and put my face in my hands. "What do we do?"
"You're asking ME?" Abbie cried. "YOU'RE supposed to tell US what we're supposed to do! You're the big stud!"
"No one ever got pregnant!" I yelled back.
"AAAAAHHH!!!" Allie wailed so loud it got both our attentions. And only then did my panic subside enough for my protective instinct to kick in. I ignored Abbie and scooted right up to Allie, quickly wrapping the small girl up in my arms and rocking her back and forth like a baby.
Allie shrunk away from me for a split-second, enough for me to consider letting go, but then she huddled herself more closely into my embrace and buried her face against my chest.
"Shh..." I soothed. "I'm here, I'm here. We'll work this out."
Abbie put her hands on her hips and glared at me. "How?"
I waved my hand up and down impatiently. "I don't know yet."
"She CAN'T have a baby, Ben," Abbie insisted and Allie wailed at the very thought. "She's too young. We have plans. Are you ready to be a daddy?"
I winced. "Not really."
"Do you want to marry Allie and settle down?"
"Well..." I drawled. I had no emotional feelings for Allie other than friendship and yeah, a little lust for her cute body. But marriage? "Let's think this through."
Allie bawled, "I'm not ready!"
"Okay, okay, Allie," I rubbed her back. "We have options."
Abbie just set her mouth into a hard line and glared at me. And then she reached in and forcefully started tugging her little sister away from me. "You're right, Ben. We're the girls. It's about OUR lives and OUR bodies. So they're OUR options to discuss. Come on, Allie. Ben was just leaving."
Allie was still whimpering as Abbie pulled her from my grasp. I let go, looked up, and complained, "Don't I have a say in this?"
"Just get out, Ben. We'll talk about this and make a decision," Abbie glared as she started urging her sister away and out of the living room.
I set my jaw and looked at her earnestly. "Abbie, I'll do the right thing. I want to do the right thing. I'll support her. I'll pay medical costs. I'll do whatever I have to do."
For the first time since I arrived, Abbie's expression towards me softened. She took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. "I believe you would, Ben. But we need to talk about this more. We called you just minutes after we got the results from the pregnancy tests, and we haven't had time to let it all sink in."
I bit my lip and Abbie sighed, still holding a crying Allie against her shoulder. Then Abbie looked over at me and said, "Go home, Ben. Calm down and think it over. Come back tomorrow morning. We'll talk then."
And then Abbie led her twin sister away.
The shiny Jetta pulled into the driveway as the garage door went up. The driver saw me sitting on the front steps and she waved before going inside and lowering the garage door.
A minute later, the front door swung open. Keira folded her arms over her chest, leaning against the door jamb and smiling at me. "Hi, Ben."
"Uh, hey," I stammered and looked at the floor.
She immediately stepped closer and put her hand on my shoulder. "Ben, what's wrong?"
"I, uh ... I think I'm in a little bit of trouble," I frowned.
Keira nodded in sympathy and waved me inside, directing me towards the living room. I sat on the couch. She took a wing chair opposite me and leaned forward. "So what kind of trouble are you into, Ben?"
I bit my lip and stared downward. Twice, I started saying "I..." Both times, I couldn't actually get the words out. It was as if saying them would make it more ... real. And I didn't want it to be real.
She waited for me patiently, and eventually I managed to blubber, "I got a girl pregnant."
Keira's eyes flew open and she put a hand over her mouth to cover her gasp of surprise. But she recovered quickly and leaned over, grabbing my hand and squeezing it gently. Her eyebrows furrowed as she ran through a gamut of questions in her head before asking, "May I ask who?"
"Allie ... Allison Sanders. She's a girl in my class at school."
Keira nodded her head up and down as she searched through her memory. I'd talked about my friends with her a few times and she had a vague sense of the girls around me. "She has a twin sister?"
I nodded. "Abbie ... Abigail. She's not pregnant."
Keira's eyebrows went up. "But you've had sex with her, too. Haven't you?"
I winced. "They wanted me to take their virginities at the same time. They told me they were safe. I guess Allie wasn't."
Keira planted her chin into her palm and frowned, looking down and away for a moment. And then she looked up at me and said, "Tell me everything."
A little over a half-hour later, Keira shook her head and rubbed her temples. "Ben, when I said to step back from relationships and figure out what you wanted, I didn't mean to have casual sex with half a dozen girls with no commitment."
I'd started by telling her everything about Abbie and Allie, from their proposition to Megan's warning to the night itself. She didn't need the gory details, but she wanted to know the decisions that had gotten me there.
It felt cathartic to pour everything out to her, so I'd kept going. I talked about Adrienne wanting to keep our relationship intact but my sleeping with Donna after I'd thought Adrienne had broken up with me. I told Keira about the booty calls with Stacey and Mandy. And I told her about all the emotions involved with Summer.
And when I was done, Keira looked at me still shaking her head. "Think you understand any more about love?"
I frowned. "Just that there's a big difference between sex and love. I feel like I've had the least sexual contact with Summer, and yet being with her and just holding her in my arms is the closest I've felt to love since Adrienne."
Keira canted her head to the side. "Well, that's something at least." She sighed. "And how do you feel about Allie?"
I frowned. "I ... she's sweet ... and she's cute..."
"But..." Keira led me.
I sighed. "But there's no spark between us. There's plenty of mutual lust and they're very enthusiastic in bed. But I don't think there's anything romantic. They just wanted to experience sex and I was the logical candidate. I don't think they looked at me as boyfriend material and even though I've known them for years, I never really considered them as long-term relationship targets."
Keira's eyebrows went up. "I asked about Allie, not 'them'."
I arched an eyebrow.
Keira sighed. "You still think of them as a pair. Doing twins probably got you off, but you don't even really think of Allie as an individual girl. And if you're not thinking of her that way, then there's no WAY you can even consider settling down and marrying her. Even if you think it's the right thing for the baby, it's the WRONG thing for both of you."
"But if she keeps the baby, aren't I responsible for supporting her?"
Keira shrugged. "Yes, you'd have to. But this is 2001, not 1951. You can support her and be a part of the baby's life without marrying Allie."
I shook my head. "And what if she doesn't want to keep the baby? Put it up for adoption or ... or ... uh, abort it?"
"How do you feel about that? Abortion?" Keira looked at me intently.
I wilted under her gaze, feeling the moral tug telling me that abortion is wrong, etc., etc. But I also considered how much a baby would fuck up my life, and Allie's as well. "It would be easier..."
"But could you live with yourself if you talked her into aborting it?"
"I..." I sighed. "I don't know. How could I possibly know? I've never aborted a baby before."
Keira nodded. "First mature thing you've said in an hour," she chuckled.
I buried my face in my hands and groaned. It was all just too much pressure. I wasn't ready. I'd always known this was how babies were made, but I never thought this would actually happen to me. Didn't we live in a time of easy birth control? Would I have to drop out of school and get a job? Would I not be able to go to college? Would I end up having to marry Allie and live the rest of my life with a girl I didn't feel "that way" about? Would I lose all of my friends? Would my parents execute me?
It was all too much. My head hurt and I felt tears welling up inside me. Whimpering and shaking, I squeezed my own temples and pleaded, "Tell me, Keira. Tell me what to do."
She sighed and patted the back of my head, rubbing my neck soothingly. "I'm sorry, Ben. I can't just tell you. That's something you've got to figure out for yourself. It's the only way you'll ever mature."
I was practically catatonic for the rest of the day. I went to my room and no matter who was banging on the door, I refused answer it. Eventually, my mom got the master key and my parents let themselves in.
"Ben, what's wrong?" Mom asked.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Honey, you know you can tell us anything."
Not this. Not until I had a better idea of what my plan was, a plan I hadn't even started conceiving just yet. I didn't even bother to answer my mom; I just turned my head and looked away from her.
I heard her sigh. "Ben, come down to dinner."
I stared away.
"Ben," Dad said in a stern voice. "Listen to your mother."
"I'm not hungry," I answered.
"Ben," Mom began again.
"Just leave me alone, please?"
The way my head was tilted, I couldn't actually see my parents. But in my dark room, their shadows were cast on the far wall by the hallway light behind them, and I could see their heads turn together as they exchanged some sort of communication. And then the two of them just turned around and left. Thankfully, they closed the door behind them.
Sometime in the late evening, well after my parents had gone to sleep, I was still sitting up in bed, contemplating the nature of my existence. I heard a light knock at my door, and still in my own little world, I didn't answer. No matter, a few seconds later, it began to swing open. My parents had not re-locked the door and I stared impassively as the hallway illumination spilled into my bedroom.
"Ben?" Brooke called softly as she came into view, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her torso. Her hair was damp as she was just out of the shower, and I couldn't help but notice how her growing curves stretched out the towel in very specific places. Silhouetted by the light behind her, I couldn't make out her features very well, and for a brief moment I thought it was Brandi standing before me. My little sister was certainly growing up.
I didn't answer but just stared impassively. Brooke looked startled when she saw me sitting up in bed like a statue, my unyielding gaze aimed right at her. But I didn't move.
Curious, Brooke waved her hand up and down, as anyone does in front of someone who appears to be staring off at nothing. She switched to waving both arms, and again asked a hesitant, "Ben? Are you okay?"
She flipped the light switch on the wall, forcing me to blink a few times against the blinding light now filling my bedroom. Brooke visibly relaxed when she realized I was at least alive, even if I wasn't responsive. She approached the bed, walking up until she was just a few feet away from me. I kept my gaze forward, so that she was standing just to the left in my peripheral vision.
Again, Brooke did the hand waving thing in front of my eyes. I blinked, but I didn't turn my gaze. Why should I? I just didn't feel like it. Eventually, she'd give up and go away, leaving me in peace.
But she didn't give up right away. Brooke snapped her fingers a couple of times in front of my nose, to no response. Then she actually pushed on my shoulder a few times, forcing my body to wave but in the end, I returned to my original position, still staring off a thousand yards ahead of me.
"Ben ... you're starting to scare me," she said in a quivering voice, sounding more like a frightened child than a nearly full-grown young woman.
I just blinked and didn't answer her.
In the corner of my eye, I saw Brooke fidgeting, trying to decide what to do next. I just breathed slowly ... in and out ... I simply didn't care. And then in my peripheral vision, I saw Brooke take a deep breath, then reach up and flip open the tuck in her towel between her breasts.
The terrycloth quickly slid down her body, puddling at her ankles. My little sister's tight, toned, barely 15-year-old body came into view. She had a golden tan and a rich glow from the shower. Her dark hair was damp and slicked back behind her. Her breasts were healthy mounds now, decent handfuls that again reminded me of Brandi. And what finally got a reaction out of me was when I realized that her pussy was completely bare-shaven. Overall, Brooke was growing up into a babe, just like her older sister.
I gulped and Brooke smiled as she realized she'd gotten SOME reaction out of me. Her nipples hardened and I started to hear her breathing heavily. But I still wanted to ward away the world. And so maintaining my thousand-yard stare, I said in a low voice, "Brooke, put some clothes on."
"Ben..."
"Out. Now." My voice was a growl and she knew I was serious. Frowning, Brooke bent and scooped up her towel, trapping it against the front of her torso as she scurried out of my room without closing the door behind her. I couldn't help but let my eyes twitch over to stare at her tight ass as she ran away.
It took me a few minutes to will away my arousal and let my cock go limp again. I hadn't had sex in a LONG time (for me) and even though I'd had sex with Brandi, that didn't make it right for me to lust after Brooke. Hell, she was only fifteen. Eventually, I got myself under control and only then did I stand up, close my bedroom door, and return to bed.
All I had left to do was wait. There were still several hours before I could go to Abbie and Allie and really discuss with them our futures.
I didn't get any sleep that night.
I managed to wait until 9am before arriving at the Sanders residence. My eyes were bloodshot and despite taking a shower and changing my clothes, I felt dirty and greasy inside, as if the exhaustion of my all-nighter was seeping through my skin.
Abbie answered the door wearing the baggy fleece pants and long-sleeved top again. Her eyes were rimmed red as well, but she just had a fierce look of conviction on her face. She took one look at me and said, "Come in." And then she turned and walked upstairs.
I closed the door behind me and followed Abbie up to the twins' bedroom. The familiar sight of the blue and green side-by-side beds brought back so many memories of that night I took their virginities. But instead of two horny, cocktail dress-wearing young women, I now faced two shell-shocked teenagers. Allie was still in bed, underneath the covers and staring at the ceiling. She looked as catatonic as I'd been last night.
Abbie moved over and sat down on her bed. I found the spare chair, the same one where one twin would sit and watch while I deflowered the other. I took a deep breath and started to speak, "Girls, I-"
"We took care of it," Abbie cut me off.
I didn't understand right away. "Huh?"
Abbie gave me a stern look, but she started breathing hard as her heartbeat accelerated. "It's over. It was my fault in the first place. I knew our periods weren't for another week but I lied because I wanted to lose my virginity. I never even gave Allie the chance to back out once we knew you didn't have any condoms. Or I could have asked you to go to the store or home or wherever to get some. Hell, I could have let you pull out instead of demanding to feel you cum inside of me. But I was horny and impatient. I didn't think we were in our fertile time. My fault. My responsibility. I had to make a decision."
My eyebrows pinched in as I started to understand.
Abbie took a deep breath and looked away from me. "So I took my little sister to the clinic and we aborted the baby. It's over."
I was stunned. Not that I was looking forward to being a teenaged parent, but I'd thought I'd at least get the chance to discuss the issue. Wasn't that the point? Sleep on it for a day and think about consequences and our futures? "But ... but..."
"It's done, Ben. You're off the hook."
My gaze flicked over to Allie, who was still in bed but now looking at me intently. "Allie..." I said softly, sympathetically. Only she could know how I felt in this moment. I didn't really WANT to have a baby, but at the same time, there was something inside her with a beating heart that was part ME. And now it was gone. "I'm so sorry."
"I know, Ben," Allie said in a weak voice. "I know ... But it was my decision."
I bit my lip and pushed away the thoughts of an embryo. I focused on the girl I'd impregnated, even if only for a little while. And I got off the chair and went to kneel next to her. Tenderly, I put my hand on top of her head and rubbed lightly. "How are you?"
She gave me a small smile. "I'm okay. I'm sad..." she sniffled. "But I'm okay."
Still biting my lip, I closed my eyes and nodded. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief along with a deep sense of loss. Something big and profound had happened in my life. I'd mentally reminded myself of the concept of consequences for my actions over the past few months. I'd told myself to think before I put my dick inside a girl, and I worried about all the emotional attachments and heartbreaks and jealousies that flared up around sex. But somehow, I'd never stopped to consider THE primary consequence of sex. I'd never stopped to consider pregnancy. And now it had stared me right in the face.
I'd gotten EXTREMELY lucky, I knew that. Even if I wasn't sure it was the outcome I would have wanted, given my own moral compass, it was an outcome that was probably the logical best thing for me.
And yet I'd also lost a human part of me. I'd created life ... life that wasn't there anymore. It was a crushing loss that I wasn't expecting to feel, and it weighed down on my heart like an anchor. Unbidden, I started crying. And as the seconds ticked by, the stream of tears intensified and gradually turned into wracking sobs.
I felt someone stroking my back and realized that my face was on Allie's chest. She was crying as well and holding me, her hands running up and down my spine. Her soft brown eyes stared deep into my soul, recognizing the same pain she felt herself. And together, the would be mom and dad mourned for our loss.
What felt like ages later, Abbie handed me some tissues and I wiped up my face. Allie cleaned herself up as well and gave me a look of apology, as if somehow she were at fault for what had happened. I shook my head in the negative without knowing if there was a question to respond to, and then gently taking Allie's face in my hands I bent and gave her a soft kiss.
She whimpered into my mouth and kissed back for the brief seconds we were joined, and then I pulled away and stood up. For the rest of our lives, Allison Sanders and I would be bonded together by what had happened to us. No matter what happened in our futures, we would always have this shared part of our past.
I felt sort of guilty, like I had stolen some part of Allie from her sister. After all, for twin sisters who had shared everything together, clothes and toys and even the loss of their virginities, I was now responsible for something that distinctly separated them. Allie now had an experience that Abbie couldn't share, not exactly.
But at the moment, all three of us just seemed to be both relieved and in shock at the resolution. Abbie went to sit on the green bed with her sister, Allie scooting over so that she could lay her head in the older twin's lap. We all stared back and forth at each other for a few minutes, wondering what to do now.
I broke the ice by asking, "Is there anything you need from me?"
Abbie replied, "No. We're okay."
A thought came to me. "How much did it cost?" I quickly dug out my wallet.
Abbie shook her head. "Don't worry about it."
I grabbed every bill I had and thrust it at Abbie. "Please. I promised to support her in any way. This is the very least of things I'm responsible for."
Abbie sighed and took the money then tossed it onto a nightstand. "Just ... don't forget about us, okay? Don't be one of those guys who ignores us like we're somehow ... unclean ... afterwards."
"Never," I insisted and looked to Allie. "Never," I said again. I felt relieved when Allie nodded in acceptance of my declaration. "I'm still Ben. I'm your friend. I could never be like that."
Abbie nodded, seeming confident in her belief that I wasn't really a bad guy. After all, wasn't that one of the reasons they'd wanted me to deflower them in the first place?
I felt a powerful need to be there for the girls in the aftermath. I felt like I HAD to show them, prove to them that I would still be their friend. But then I was reminded of where I was going in a few days. "I, uh, I still have this summer camp thing for a month. But I can come back tomorrow."
Abbie sighed and shook her head with pain in her eyes. "What for? It's over. There's nothing more to discuss."
I winced.
Allie looked up. "Ben, you're leaving on Saturday, right?"
I nodded.
Allie continued, "Just give us this week to ... to just be ... We need some time to ourselves, okay? A lot has happened lately and we just need to slow everything down."
I nodded in understanding. I was sooo looking forward to camp and just getting away from my life here.
"But when you come back," Allie continued, her golden brown eyes shining at me. "Give us a call, okay?"
I nodded. "I promise."
I didn't drive home right away. Instead, I went up into the foothills, back to a spot I remembered from my days with Megan and Cassidy. From up there, I could see across Laguna Beach and to the ocean. Feeling the breeze and watching the ebb and flow of the tides, it was like being at the beach, only without any other people around.
I was bone tired, but I still couldn't sleep. I thought of what my baby might have looked like. I thought of what my life would have been like. And the tears started rolling down my cheeks again.
Because I passed out just after dinner on Tuesday night, exhausted from being awake for thirty-five-odd hours, I woke up really early on Wednesday. I didn't feel like being lost to my thoughts anymore; and my room was too quiet. So I went downstairs and fired up the Playstation.
I was still mindlessly gaming when Eden and Emma gave me goodbye pecks on the cheeks before they left to go hang out with friends for the day. And I was still a zombie with a controller on the couch when the doorbell rang and Brooke invited her boyfriend Perry Anderson in.
The teenage couple greeted each other with wet kisses before Perry saw me. I glanced over and he said, "Oh, hey Ben. What's up?"
I nodded and then Perry started whispering, although his voice was panicked and loud enough for me to still hear. "What's your brother doing here? I thought he left most every day?"
"Forget him," Brooke replied in a full voice, uncaring if I overheard. "He's got some girl problems and he's been out of it for the past couple of days."
Perry was still whispering loud enough for me to hear. "But I thought we'd have the house to ourselves."
"Relax. He's not going to walk in on us. Mmm..." Brooke hummed. "Actually, it kinda turns me on to think my big bro might catch us," she giggled.
"Brooke!" Perry husked in that panicked voice, but he let my sister take his hand and tug him up the stairs towards Brooke's bedroom.
I rolled my eyes and focused on my video game. I remembered what it was like to be fifteen and I didn't begrudge Brooke the explorations of her sexuality (as long as they weren't too focused on me). I knew she needed to experiment a little with boys and I was pretty sure she was still a virgin. Of course, I hadn't been paying that much attention lately ... and she WAS shaving her pubes...
I frowned, feeling the big brother overprotectiveness kicking in. She WAS still a virgin, wasn't she? I mean, I didn't pop my cherry until I was sixteen, and Brooke had only turned fifteen last month. She still hadn't even given a blowjob back in January. And she wouldn't DARE do anything really outrageous with me in the house, would she?
Consequences. There were always consequences. It was something I hadn't really learned for myself until just now, so surely Brooke wasn't really considering them either. After all, isn't it just human nature for a 15-year-old to let their hormones do their thinking for them?
But no, Brooke was a smart girl. She knew she was cute and she was quite popular with the boys in her class (not to mention the boys from upper classes). She didn't have to put out or anything just for attention and she certainly wouldn't be so cavalier with her body with just anybody.
Then again, Perry wasn't just anybody. Brooke had been dating him since what, November? From my memory of teenagers, boys didn't stick around for eight months unless there was SOME progress. Just how far had my little sister let him get?
I tried to focus on my video game. But after a while, my mind's constant wanderings into speculation on what Brooke was doing upstairs completely disrupted my concentration and I just shut off the damn console in frustration. I let out a long exhalation, and then I got up off the couch.
I wasn't going to spy on them or anything. I just wanted to wander by my little sister's bedroom door and make sure I didn't hear anything ... alarming.
As expected, I could see from the top of the stairs that Brooke's door was closed. And taking care to be as quiet as possible, I tiptoed down the hallway. I had enough practice going back and forth after my parents had gone to sleep to know how to be quiet on that hallway.
But when I got to the door, I found that it wasn't completely closed. And my ears were quickly assaulted by the groaning moans and wet smacks of a young couple in the throes of passion.
"Ohhh, Perry..." Brooke moaned before I heard the mattress shift.
"Shhh ... you don't want your brother to hear," he shushed her.
Yeah, that qualified as "alarming" in my book.
The door was open just a crack and with both the light pouring through Brooke's bedroom window and the darkness of the hallway, I was pretty sure I could remain unseen. So crouching down, I put one knee to the floor and then leaned in, aiming my eye through the small opening.
It wasn't QUITE as bad as I'd been expecting, but it was pretty close. Brooke was lying back across her bed, her shirt up around her neck with her bra undone. Perry was alternately kissing her lips and her breasts, both nipples wet and reflecting the sunlight from the window. Lower down, Brooke's shorts and panties were around her knees as Perry slowly rubbed his fingers over her naked pussy. And my little sister moaned into her boyfriend's mouth as he pleasured her body.
I fought down a moan of my own. I'd briefly glimpsed Brooke naked once before, but in my morose and depressed state, I hadn't paid very much attention to her. Yeah, I noticed things, but I was also interested in getting her dressed and out of my room.
But this time, I had no choice but to see Brooke as a sexy young woman. When she turned her head to passionately kiss Perry, I couldn't see her face and all I was left with was a nubile teenage body without a trace of fat, perky round breasts, and a delicate swell of hips. I knew I should turn away and give Brooke her privacy, but I just couldn't do it.
Meanwhile, Brooke also had her hand in Perry's shorts, jerking him rhythmically. Once, it looked like Brooke was about to bring her boyfriend over the edge as he tensed up and started pleading with her to "Stop-stop-stop-stop-stop!"
She pulled her hand out. Perry exhaled. And one accident was averted. Brooke giggled and kissed her boyfriend.
When they pulled apart, Perry leaned in and asked, "You want me to lick you again?"
Brooke's eyes lit up and she nodded her head. "Please." Then the two teenagers quickly separated and hurriedly removed excess clothing while getting into position. Brooke got herself completely naked, kicking away her bottoms before whipping her tops over her head. Perry grinned and followed suit before sliding down the bed and lying on his stomach between Brooke's legs.
I felt my own jaw dropping as I watched Brooke spreading her legs wide, opening up her cute, tight pussy. The hairless labia were firmly pressed together, having never been stretched in her lifetime, and I groaned at the arousing sight of my 15-year-old sister putting herself in such an intimately vulnerable position. And then my view was blocked as Perry moved his face down.
Brooke scrunched her face up in confusion for a little bit. Every now and again Perry would do something right and she'd moan or sigh happily, but the boy seemed to be doing a lot of fumbling down there. I wondered if that was what my life would have been like if Keira hadn't taught me. But just then, Perry did something really right and Brooke arched her back off the bed and moaned for a second.
Turned on beyond belief, I couldn't help but groan myself, instantly clapping my hand over my mouth once I realized I'd made a noise. But with Brooke's thighs around his head, Perry didn't notice.
Brooke, however, did. Her gaze flashed over to the door, her eyes narrowing as she tried to determine if she'd heard something or not. And then to my surprise, a wide smile crossed her face. She giggled and very deliberately winked at me.
I still wasn't sure if she could see me. Based on the light I imagined that she couldn't. But whether she knew or guessed my presence, it seemed clear that she didn't mind. In fact, my little sister kept her gaze right on the door as she began undulating her hips against Perry's face and moaning up a storm.
"Yes! Yes!" she panted. "Lick me, baby! Stick that tongue into my tight cunt! Lick me!"
Perry was quite energized by the encouragement, and he seemingly didn't mind Brooke's hand grasping his hair and physically moving him around to where she wanted him.
"Yes! Yessss," Brooke crooned. "Oh, eat me! Eat me, baby!"
Perry popped up to breathe and exclaimed, "Wow! I've never seen you this turned on before!"
"Shut up and eat!" Brooke slammed his head back down into her crotch, redirecting her boyfriend to his task. But when she moaned, she did so while staring right at me.
Perry popped his head up again. "Keep it down! I don't want your brother barging in on us."
"Don't worry," Brooke giggled and glanced towards me and the crack in the door. "Ben's cool. He doesn't mind." And then she shoved his face back into her crotch. Perry went right back to work, and after another minute of oral attention, my little sister threw her head back and screamed her orgasm.
It was a thing of beauty. Her back arched, her hips quivered, and my sister's skin glowed with its own inner illumination. I had long thought Brooke was just too young for sexual things, not old enough nor mature enough. But not any longer. My little sister was a young woman now. And she had young woman urges.
I used to get the impression that Brooke wanted to learn about sex and blowjobs out of a childlike curiosity, as if sex were a cool new toy she wanted to play with. But now her body had developed, she was flush with hormones, and she had the arousal and cravings to match. Maybe I hadn't lost my cherry until I was sixteen, but then they do say girls develop faster than boys. My little sister truly had the sex drive of a young woman now.
Brooke had no sooner finished her orgasm than Perry was suddenly on top of her, bracing himself on his elbows above her while he nudged his hips in between her legs. "Please, Brooke. Can we?"
I held my breath. Had she already had full intercourse?
"No, you know I'm not ready, Perry."
"Please? I'm dying here," the boy whined. "You've been holding out on me for weeks!"
"I'm not ready for sex yet, Perry!" Brooke insisted.
"Come ON, Brooke!" Perry moaned. "Arman's already done it with Erin!"
"I'm not Erin!"
"I know ... you're so much hotter than Erin. I can't help it, baby. I want to be INSIDE of you."
"Don't force me, Perry. C'mon. Lemme give you a blowjob, okay?"
Dejected but willing, the boy rolled over onto his back. His eyes were locked onto Brooke's face as she rolled over and knelt over his prick, which waved upright like a plant seeking the sun. For a 15-year-old, Perry had a decent cock. It was long and skinny, like him. And then I watched the shaft slowly disappearing as my sister's mouth descended around it.
Brooke wasn't much of a cocksucker. She didn't know much more than sucking while bobbing her head up and down. She didn't use her hands except to brace them on the mattress, and there wasn't much variety in her strokes. Apparently, she hadn't seen THAT much of Brandi doing it to me, and Brandi hadn't taught her THAT much in the subsequent dildo-instruction session.
Not that Perry minded Brooke's relative lack of expertise. He was in seventh heaven, just laying back and enjoying the sensations. He gave Brooke no direction or hints, just soaking up whatever she did without visible reaction. Every now and again his hips bucked upwards involuntarily, so she must have been doing something right, but I couldn't help but envision properly teaching my little sister how to give a blowjob like she'd always wanted me to and THEN seeing what she was capable of.
As it was, after the first five minutes, Brooke DID start experimenting. She brought her hand around to pump him while she licked the head like an ice cream cone. She kept glancing over to me as if unsure if I was still there and watching, the look in her eyes more questioning than certain of my presence. And she also attempted to deep-throat Perry, pushing herself further down and trying to breathe through her nose before her gag reflex kicked in and she came up coughing.
This happened three times before she turned her head away and fought the urge to puke. Clearly, she'd pushed herself beyond what she was ready for and tried to gamely stroke Perry's prick in her hand while recovering her breath.
But Perry could feel the drop-off in stimulation and he picked his head up with a complaining look on his face. "Aww..." he whined.
"Sorry," Brooke choked out. "I just can't do it."
Perry got a little smile on his face as he pulled his girlfriend towards him and rolled her onto her back. "That's okay, baby. I love you."
Brooke smiled happily and said back, "I love you, too." I could actually SEE her thighs spread wider as Perry gave her the three-word magic phrase, always the key to unlocking a girl's vagina.
"Mmm ... I love you," Perry repeated. "That's why I want to be with you so badly. I want to be inside you." He suited words to action as he slid over her body again, nudging his pelvis in between her legs. If I had to guess, his erection was lying right on top of Brooke's pussy mound.
Then Perry got a funny look in his eyes. "It's okay if you can't finish me off with your mouth, Brooke-baby. Just let me inside you and I'll love you more than ever." He started retracting his hips, gliding his cock downward across her vaginal cleft.
"No..." Brooke frowned and then repeated, "I'm not ready yet."
"C'mon, baby. You're leaving me in just a few days. I won't see you for a whole month! Don't you love me? Can't you give me this to remember you by?" Perry's hips stopped their retraction and I saw his buttcheeks tighten as he prepared himself for the forward lunge.
Brooke gasped and rolled her head back. I imagined Perry now had his cock lined up with my little sister's pussy, and with the application of a little force, he could push his way inside.
"Perry, no," Brooke moaned, her face flushed, but she didn't roll her hips away from his cock. She was clearly aroused and her hormones were screaming at her to let him in, but a part of her still hesitated. Consequences. Was she thinking of the consequences?
My eyes popped open as that big, long C-word entered MY head. It had been extremely arousing to watch Brooke and Perry engaging in their oral play and as I watched them moving into position for intercourse, I'd still felt quite turned on. But now, as I realized Perry was maneuvering his bare, naked, unsheathed cock at my little sister's bare, naked, unprotected pussy, fear set into my heart.
No. They couldn't. Brooke could NOT make the same mistake I did with Allie. When was her last period? Did Mom put her on the pill? Oh, SHIT! I started to get to my feet.
"Don't you love me?" Perry moaned and I saw his buttcheeks clench tightly as he started pressing forward.
"Perry, no!" Brooke whimpered as she rolled her hips, now trying to get herself out of the way, but he'd already settled his weight onto her pelvis, preventing her from moving. In a more panicked voice, she shrieked, "Perry, NO!"
"Yes!" Perry grunted as he rammed his hips forward.
"NO!!!" Brooke screamed and bucked herself wildly, twisting to the side. And then she screamed, "BEN!!!"
I'd already busted the door open and taken two steps into the bedroom by the time my little sister yelled my name. Perry saw me in the corner of his eye and started shrinking away, muttering "Oh shit."
He was too late as I launched myself at him with arms outstretched, tackling his smaller body and yanking him off the bed as we tumbled to the floor. We hit the floor with a painful thud, both of us rolling over a few times while scrabbling for a good hold.
"SONOFABITCH!" I yelled as I got up to my knees. Perry was sprawled sideways in front of me and his torso was completely unprotected when my right fist slammed into his side just above his kidneys.
He screamed and lashed out at me with one leg, his knee glancing off my arm. My left fist thrust out and hit him in the chest before he managed to slap my cheek. And then I lunged forward and pinned his belly beneath my knee while I smacked him on the side of his head, dazing him.
Perry probably stood 5'8" and weighed a skinny 130, far smaller than my near six-feet and 180 pounds. He wasn't moving anywhere as I kept him trapped beneath my knee and he simply used his arms to try and keep me from hitting his head too hard.
But then all of a sudden Perry shrieked and stiffened up. It was the agonizing howl of pain that men around the world could hear and wince at, because Brooke had circled around, taken aim between his legs, and delivered the swift kick of female vengeance on the poor kid's testicles.
I even winced in sympathy, and that took the fight right out of me. I lifted my knee and stepped back, letting Perry curl into a fetal position to cradle his abused balls.
With tears streaming down her cheeks and eyes downcast, Brooke walked straight over to me and wrapped herself against my side, both of us completely ignoring her nudity. She buried her face into my chest, sobbing quietly, and I rocked her slowly.
Eventually, Perry managed to open his eyes and turned his gaze up to me. I glared at him with undisguised hatred and he quailed, fully expecting me to let go of Brooke and start beating the shit out of him again.
I wanted to. I started to release my sister, but she clutched at my clothes in terror and Perry got his reprieve as I was unwilling to let go of her. And the horny boy managed to crawl over to his clothes and then limp out the bedroom door. I didn't expect to see him again anytime soon.
Brooke's sniffling calmed down once Perry was gone. I leaned over and gently pressed my lips to her forehead. She shivered and then let out a long exhalation, still shuddering in my grasp.
"You okay?" I asked softly.
She didn't answer verbally, but nodded her head up and down.
Wincing, I managed to croak out my next question, my heart filled with dread. "Did he ... uh ... did he?"
Brooke started to shake her head 'no', then reached down between her own legs, feeling around and pressing a finger into her channel. She bit her lip and then looked up at me with a faint smile on her face. And then she shook her head in a full negative.
I sighed, visibly relaxing. And then I said softly, "I'm sorry, Brooke. I should have stopped him sooner."
She shook her head. "Not your fault, Ben." She sniffled and then rubbed herself more tightly against me. I became acutely aware of her nakedness, feeling the hard points of her nipples poking into me. "It was my fault. I let things get out of hand."
We were both quiet for a minute, me stroking her spine gently while Brooke huddled herself in my arms. And then I asked, "Did you know I was watching?"
I felt her tremble and when she looked up at me, she was blushing. "I was hoping you would. That's why I left the door open a crack."
I arched an eyebrow at my sister. "You did?"
She turned bright red. "It really did turn me on to think of you watching. The whole time he was licking me, I was imagining it was you, Ben." Brooke sighed. "Brandi told me you were the best lover she ever had."
I bit my lip and willed away the naughty images flooding my mind. It wasn't easy, given that I was holding the naked object of my momentary fantasies.
"And when Perry wanted to put it in me, part of me was imagining it was you. And I wouldn't have minded that, Ben. I wouldn't have minded if you wanted to put yourself inside me," she said in a quiet voice. "Maybe that's why I let him get so close."
THAT certainly didn't help my libido. And if this was Winter Break, and I was the same young boy who'd eagerly had sex with my sister Brandi, I might have just rolled Brooke onto her back and done my best to fulfill her fantasy. But I wasn't that same boy anymore. The Ben I was today was cognizant of the fact that Brooke had very nearly gotten raped, and she was in a really messed up emotional state at this moment. And as her big brother, it was my responsibility to keep a level head.
"Brooke," I began. "There's a big part of me that wants to do that, but I won't. If we did, there would be consequences. It's not as simple as finding pleasure and having some fun. There are ALWAYS consequences."
"I love you, Ben." With eyes shining, Brooke tilted her head and turned her gaze up to me. "I love you. And what if I'm okay with those consequences?"
I gritted my teeth, forcing away my arousal. And after closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I gave a lot of thought before making any decisions to put my dick inside of Brooke, a cute, sexy 15-year-old girl. And when I opened my eyes, that urge was gone. It was just me — big brother Ben — and my little sister.
I hugged her firmly, platonically, not going anywhere near her naughty bits. And once again I kissed her forehead tenderly. "C'mon, Brooke. Put some clothes on. And then let's open up a tub of ice cream or something."
She smiled and nodded. Soon we both would get away from the real world and make a fresh start..
