Cohabitation ll - The Complicated Sex Life Of Ben - Chapter 55 by Fireces full book limited free
50 Roommates l
AUGUST 2002, SUMMER BREAK
"There!" Adrienne pointed from her spot in the passenger seat of the cherry red Mustang convertible.
I saw the house where she was pointing, confirmed the address myself, and started turning the car into the open driveway. The asphalt was cracked with weeds growing through. The wood fence separating us from the neighbors had seen better days. And unlike most side-by-side driveways in Orange County, this driveway was one long path running next to the house so that three cars could park in a line, one behind the other. There was no garage, either. So I simply drove up behind Dayna's 3-year-old Impala and came to a stop, putting the car in park and turning off the engine. "Can you believe we're finally here?" I asked with a contemplative smile.
"Not really." My girlfriend/sister smiled over at me, looking impossibly gorgeous with her golden blonde hair flowing behind her and oversized black sunglasses obscuring her pretty eyes. She was casually dressed and yet stunning, a button- down pink blouse doing little to hide her ample chest and a simple pair of khaki shorts exposing a lot of creamy thigh as well as her long, long legs. I remembered quite fondly how those legs had been wrapped around my naked thrusting body just last night.
Now the "girlfriend" part I was very familiar with; but I was still getting used to the "sister" part. Adrienne's father had been killed by a cab driver in May. She was adopted by my parents in the aftermath, technically making us siblings. And even though Adrienne was now eighteen, the guardianship was still valid and she was still a part of my family. It was an extra element of bonding that made our dating relationship even closer.
We nodded to each other and then got out of the car at the same time, leaning over the open roof to grab bags out of the backseat. Parked behind me, our parents and siblings got out of the van and started to unpack various pieces of gear as well.
I looked up at the Victorian-style house as we approached the front door. It was an old 2-story with fading paint and slightly rusted aluminum-frame windows, certainly MUCH older than the house back in Orange County. It was probably built around 1920, but that's the Bay Area for you.
Adrienne frowned while looking up at the house. She could be a bit of a pampered OC dilettante sometimes, used to wide-open floor plans and bull- nosed corners and low-e windows and the like, living in houses that were younger than she was. I was amazed she got through summer camp. But to her credit, she seemed ready for anything and hopped up the steps to the small front porch.
I was right beside her and rang the doorbell. Less than a minute later, the door swung wide open.
"Ben! Adrienne! Hey!" My big sister Brandi flung her arms open and literally jumped onto me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders in a fierce hug. At 5'8", she was just barely able to stay on her tiptoes while hooking her chin over my shoulder, humming happily. "I can't believe you're coming to college with me, bro."
"Think that's weird?" Brooke chimed in from behind me, lugging another suitcase. "Wait till I show up here!" Our 16-year-old little sister giggled and Brandi released me to go hug Brooke and then Adrienne as well. And then it was hugs all around as our parents and the twins followed after.
Brandi, clad in a tight baby-T and black shorts that showed off her slender frame, took a step back. She tossed her dark brown hair behind her shoulder while theatrically waving us through the doorway. "Come check out the house."
Dayna Evans was waiting as we entered into the living room. The gorgeous blonde bombshell stood up with a Cal Berkeley ringer T-shirt hugging her double- D tits and short shorts revealing both curvy hips and long, toned legs. She stepped forward and immediately went to Adrienne, a warm smile on her face. "Hi, I'm Dayna. Pleased to finally meet you."
Adrienne smiled back and took Dayna's hand. Both girls had seen pictures of each other, but first impressions always had to come in-person. Right now, Dayna was sizing up Adrienne as competition. My girlfriend was an inch taller at 5'10", had bigger tits, and a fitter body than the eldest Evans daughter. Plus, Adrienne carried herself with the upright poise of a confident Hollywood socialite: dressed to kill, looking fabulous, and fully aware of it.
I was reminded of the way Dawn and Adrienne had first approached each other at camp with similar looks. But while there had been an obvious tension between those two on arrival, Dayna and Adrienne were merely evaluating each other as any pretty girl does to another. Adrienne shook Dayna's hand and then smiled while looking around. "Nice digs."
Dayna pumped the hand and snorted. "Yeah, right. It's old and creaky, I know." She released Adrienne and waved around. "But it's three blocks from campus and it's got four bedrooms and two bath."
I arched an eyebrow. "Four?" I did the math: Dayna, Brandi, Dawn, Adrienne, and me ... five people. I glanced around. The first floor appeared to have living room/dining room, kitchen, a bathroom, and two bedrooms. Up the stairs would be two more bedrooms and a bathroom based on what I saw from the outside.
Dayna blushed and nodded. "Yeah, four. We set the lease and everything months ago, before we could have known Adrienne would be joining us. Plus, five bedroom houses are impossible to find in Berkeley without breaking the bank." Then she looked sidelong to the door where the Eden and Emma were coming in, both 12-year-old girls carrying boxes of basic school supplies. "Uh, Dawn and Adrienne are going to be rooming together."
My eyes went wide and Adrienne frowned. She hadn't had a roommate in her life... ever. Hell, with her dad absent 90% of the time she'd had a whole HOUSE to herself for most of her adolescence.
But Dayna stepped between us and whispered, "That's just a cover for the parentals and the twins."
Presently, Brandi directed Eden and Emma into a bedroom on the first floor, the larger of the two from what I could tell. And as soon as they were out of sight, Dayna turned and grinned. "Don't worry Ben; we four girls have worked out a rotation. You'll spend Monday and Friday nights with Adrienne. Dawn gets Tuesdays and Saturdays. Brandi has Wednesdays..."
My eyes had flown open by now and Dayna just cracked up laughing. Adrienne grinned and shook her head. Brooke was passing by, heading for the door, and she said in a deadly serious voice, "You may have to double-up a few days. Seven doesn't divide so easily."
That got all the girls laughing, and then Dayna stopped herself by clamping both hands over her mouth to try and stifle the giggles.
The twins came back and then headed out the front door with our parents to ferry more gear into the house. Dayna smiled and patted my shoulder. "You shoulda seen the look on your face! Weren't sure whether to feel excited or terrified, huh?"
I rolled my eyes and looked ready to kill Dayna. "Keep talking and we'll see how you end up handling your two nights," I growled threateningly.
The busty blonde just smiled at me and Adrienne and said, "You two are rooming together. Brandi said that you wouldn't mind; but if it's a big deal, we can work something out. You'd probably end up sleeping in the living room, but we can-"
"No, that'll be fine," Adrienne interrupted Dayna by touching her arm. Then my girlfriend turned and beamed at me. "I've been dreaming about going to sleep in your arms every night."
I grinned. This year was going to be GREAT.
I never realized how much stuff I needed just to LIVE. Besides clothes, there were school supplies, bedding, towels, toothpaste, shampoo, computers, photos, assorted personal knick-knacks, etc. And Adrienne had a helluva lot more than me. So after several trips (and lots of sibling help), we managed to completely off-load Adrienne's gear into "hers and Dawn's" room and my gear into the other first floor bedroom.
Just when we were finishing up, Dawn herself arrived along with DJ and her parents. As expected, DJ made a beeline for Brooke. But to my surprise, my beautiful lifelong best friend went to my girlfriend first.
"Adrienne, hey!" Dawn stepped forward with open arms.
"Dawn! How was your summer?" Adrienne hugged the slightly smaller girl.
"Small" is relative. At 5'9" and with a healthy D-cup bosom, Dawn wasn't small. In fact, with her Evans-family natural slenderness, she appeared much taller at first glance. Today she wore a simple white tank top over a sky blue camisole that brought out the color of her sparkling blue eyes in front of a backdrop of her sunny blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail. And the legs of her khaki shorts barely extended beyond her crotch, making her legs appear even longer. I shook my head wryly just watching the two gorgeous 18-year-olds embrace each other. From Dayna to Brandi to these two, I was surrounded by Amazonian beauties. Allie was right: I had a "type" and all four of them fit it. And I started to wonder again about Dayna's idea of a "rotation".
"August has been kind of a drag, actually," Dawn was replying to Adrienne's question. "After the incredible highs of camp, it's always ... I dunno ... kind of a letdown, you know?"
Adrienne smiled. "Yeah. I won't miss the bugs, but I missed hanging out with you, DJ, and Felicia."
"Missed..." Dawn drawled sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "You can't have been too bored having Ben all to yourself for a few weeks."
Adrienne snorted. "To myself? Yeah, right. Brooke was always around, for one. And then a bunch of Ben's girls all had to have one last farewell before going away: Heather, Candy, Allie, Helene. Believe me, we've been busy," she laughed.
Dawn arched her eyebrow. "You don't mind all that? I dunno. If I was still his girlfriend, I don't think I could let him out quite that much."
Adrienne shrugged and then grinned evilly. "Nah. As long as I get to join in. Think you had fun with Felicia?" Adrienne chuckled. "This one girl, Helene? We played her like a piano. Seriously, do-re-mi and the girl goes unconscious from too much pleasure. She wasn't even into girls until we got a hold of her. But up until two days ago she practically had her face in my crotch 24/7."
Dawn started giggling. "Speaking of faces in your crotch..."
Adrienne grinned, running her eyes up and down Dawn's fantastic body before darting her gaze a little belatedly to see if there were any little ones nearby. Fortunately, Eden and Emma were on another luggage run. And for good measure, she checked to make sure all four parentals were out on the sidewalk, still chatting and catching up. "Later. I promise," Adrienne replied with an extra husk in her voice.
Only then did Dawn finally come to me.
Tensing and taking a deep breath, Dawn turned away from Adrienne and walked over to me. Biting her lip nervously, she stopped a foot away and tried to smile. Her eyes swam with involuntary moisture. She hadn't come to me first, but she'd been acutely aware of my presence. And I read so much in the deep blue pools of emotion she used for irises. A month after parting at camp, Dawn's feelings for me hadn't changed one bit. She was still madly in love with me. She still wanted us to be together ... forever. And she still wanted to marry me. But she couldn't have me; not right now. She wouldn't do that to Adrienne.
"Hey..." she began.
"Hey, you." I felt stuck in an impossible situation, and a month of distraction had done nothing to show me any solutions. I knew how Dawn felt about me, but I loved Adrienne. I was IN love with her, and I couldn't abandon her. I wouldn't, even if I could. I still loved Dawn, wanted and needed her in my life, but I wouldn't betray my girlfriend.
Dawn and I looked at each other for a few awkward seconds before I decided to take charge and just stepped forward, wrapping up my best friend in the warmest hug I could give her. She sagged into my embrace and smiled, patting my back while I stroked her spine. I softly murmured, "It's good to see you."
"You, too," she sighed before pulling herself back, an arm's length away with her hands still on my shoulders. "We're finally here. And now we'll never have to be apart again."
I beamed at her and nodded. That much I was sure of. I needed Dawn around me like I needed air to breathe. Adrienne understood that much, at least. We then turned to finish unloading Dawn's gear into the house.
When we were finished carting stuff in, Adrienne and Dawn stood around their room for a couple of minutes, pretending to discuss how they were going to arrange everything. Then Dayna managed to convince the parentals to take our younger siblings and head over to the Evans house. We were going to unpack and then the five of us college kids would head back for dinner.
Once all the extraneous family members were gone, we took a few minutes to swap all of Dawn's and my belongings. Dawn took the smaller of the two first- floor bedrooms. Adrienne and I ended up in the larger, complete with one full- size bed and one twin bed. We were already planning to set up the twin bed with cushions like a couch or day bed, although Adrienne made a crack about how I should be ready to spend the night on it if I pissed her off.
We then went about our business of unpacking. Adrienne more or less took over the entire closet. I planned a trip to Ikea to get extra storage. And my girlfriend and I discussed who got which side of the bed. I ended up getting the right side, since it was more comfortable for me to spoon behind her on my left shoulder. Adrienne didn't care as long as I would be holding her as she slept.
We kept discussing how to divide up the room as we went. Adrienne had never had a roommate and I hadn't shared a room since Brandi and I were little kids. At the time, all we could think of were positives. Nothing was necessarily "hers" or "mine"; it was all "ours". We mingled our framed photos together on the walls and shelves, and I was especially proud of the big 8x10 of ALL my siblings at Disneyland, including my sister/girlfriend. A week ago, while Brandi was visiting home, Adrienne and I finally took Brandi, Brooke, and the twins to the Happiest Place on Earth as promised during the spring, and we'd had a fabulous time.
I set up both our desktop computers. And then Dayna showed me the cable modem in the living room so I could set up the new wireless router. For a moment I dreamed of wirelessly downloading porn. But then I caught myself. In a house with four gorgeous babes like these, who needed porn?
As if to prove my point, I returned to what at first looked like an empty bedroom. Frowning, I took three steps forward, glancing around but finding no sign of Adrienne. Perhaps she'd gone to the bathroom.
But then the door closed shut behind me. I turned to see my stunningly gorgeous girlfriend leaning back against it, a heated intensity in her golden eyes. "Bennn ... Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Adrienne husked.
SPROING. I grinned, feeling the new constriction in my shorts. "I am now."
"Goody," she smirked and stepped toward me, already unbuttoning her blouse.
I let any tension flow out of my body as my girlfriend approached, my hands resting at my sides. My breathing sped up, though, as inch after creamy inch of skin was revealed and the swells of Adrienne's E-cup tits were exposed to my hungry gaze. Stopping just a foot in front of me, Adrienne finished unbuttoning herself and shrugged out of the blouse, dropping it to the floor behind her. I was struggling to keep my eyes on her face, but then I simply gave up and gawked when her bra joined the blouse and left those huge melons bare and magnificent, nipples already hard and erect.
"What do you say we christen our new bedroom?" Adrienne asked in a smoky, sensuous voice.
"Oh, hell yeah," I grunted and grabbed her, falling backwards onto the full-size bed and dragging my gorgeous blonde girlfriend with me.
We made out for a few minutes, Adrienne clawing at my clothes until I was topless and her shorts were a distant memory. I gripped her firm asscheeks, bare save for thong panties, and ground her crotch against the bulge in my shorts. But then Adrienne pulled her lips off mine and said perhaps the sexiest phrase any girl can ever say to a man: "I wanna suck your dick."
"Be my guest," I smiled, and then lay back as Adrienne kissed her way down my belly and began working off my shorts.
I hummed the moment my throbbing cockhead entered her mouth. I groaned when I felt it passing into her throat. And I grunted when Adrienne's lips formed a powerful suction around the very base of my dick, her throat muscles massaging my entire length in the most exquisite ecstasy imaginable.
I'd stopped counting how many different girls had ever given me a blowjob. Some had been novices. Some had been pretty good. A select few were really, really special. But no one managed to turn my brain to mush just by sucking on my cock quite like Adrienne. She made love to my dick like it was the most precious thing in the universe. And she did it with a fervor that made me truly believe there was nothing else imaginable that she'd rather be doing.
A few minutes later, my sexy girlfriend gasped, "Gimme your cum." At the moment, she had her big tits wrapped around my rod, surrounding my prick with warm titflesh while she humped her chest up and down and licked my mushroom head like a lollipop.
I just nodded and folded my arms behind my head, propping it up so that I could watch her angelic face while Adrienne once again sucked me deep into her mouth. She removed her tits and used both hands to jack along the exposed length of my seven-and-three-quarter-inch prick, coaxing my sperm out of me. And after another minute of fantastic blowjob, I grunted out my warning, "I'm gonna cum!"
With a delighted smile, my girlfriend popped me out, aimed my prick right at her gaping mouth, and stroked me furiously with her hands. She only had to wait another second before the entire organic cannon twitched and fired a glob of cum between her lips to splatter against her tongue. Her hazel eyes twinkled, shading towards that golden color I loved so much. And her lips curved into a smile.
Unfortunately (or fortunately), the new curve of her lips wasn't quite as easy a target as a wide open 'O'. My second shot hit her lower lip, part of my jizz string continuing into her mouth but the rest starting to run down her chin. At that point, Adrienne shoved me back into her mouth, her throat muscles obviously working as she gulped down the rest of my spending.
"Ymmmyyy..." she hummed as she swallowed, sounding more blissful than if she'd been the one to experience a spectacular orgasm. And then when she was done, Adrienne picked her head back up and grinned, reaching a finger out to scoop up the leaked jism from her chin and pop it into her mouth. "Mmm ... tasty..."
I chuckled and reached my hands out to her. My adoring girlfriend let me cup her face as she moved up and kissed me. Then she lay her nearly-naked body on top of mine, rubbing her panty-clad mound over my crotch.
Well ... it was panty-clad for a little while. I dug my hands into the side-straps and tugged it downward while Adrienne knelt to help me snake the last garment off her body, leaving my goddess fully nude on top of me. Then she planted her pussy back down on top of my half-hard erection, sliding her hips back and forth along the channel of her labia. Using just her own pussy, Adrienne stroked me back to hardness while I sat up and feasted on her magnificent tits, biting and sucking just the way she liked.
When I deemed myself ready, I took charge of this sexual encounter and toppled Adrienne off of me. Forcefully, but not harshly, I manhandled the Amazonian beauty onto all fours, jerking her limbs left and right and lifting her midsection until she was in the position I wanted. I stared, nearly drooling, at the sight of her perfect ass, with winking rosebud and dripping wet pussy beneath. I loved this part about Adrienne. Sure, she loved it when I went down on her, but she got that plenty from her girlfriends. She always got sopping wet going down on me, saying it was such a turn on to feel my thickness stretching her throat and watch the expressions crossing my face. And she was more than ready to feel my thickness stretching her cunt.
With a solid grip on her hips, I rammed forward and buried my cock into Adrienne's snatch with a single lunge. She arched her spine, threw her blonde head back, and howled, "Aaaaaaghh!"
And then we FUCKED.
Most make a very physical distinction between fucking and making love. "Fucking" is for pleasure. It's hard, it's fast, it's animalistic. People enjoy it because the physical sensations are much more intense. Your adrenaline gets pumping. And there's a rush of power from hammering your bodies together.
"Making love" is more tender. It's slower, softer, quieter. There's time to look into each other's eyes and talk. The orgasms are often less spectacular, but they somehow feel deeper.
But with Adrienne, "making love" means "fucking". Only rarely did she want slow and tender. Far more often she just wanted me to flip her over and hammer away until we both exploded in ecstasy. Missionary, doggy, pussy, ass, throat, didn't matter. As long as I was grabbing her and attacking her, she was happy. Even when she was on top we fucked fast and furious until she collapsed all sweaty and exhausted. The wild abandon, the lack of restraint, the complete and utter surrender to each other was what made it special for Adrienne. She WANTED me to just grab her and use her body for my pleasure. And my doing so made her happy.
I know it doesn't seem to make sense. After all, Adrienne had been sexually abused as a child. And in all her sexual relationships before me, she was always in control. She HAD to be in control; she was terrified to cede it to anyone else.
But Adrienne trusted me. I was the first and only man she'd trusted since her childhood. It was because she trusted me that she wanted me to just fuck her. Knowing she could give ME — her greatest love — all the pleasure I wanted, made her happy. Knowing she could put herself at my mercy and that I would never push her beyond what she could handle gave her a peace of mind she couldn't feel with anyone else. She surrendered herself completely, took the chance that I might harm her, and I never betrayed her trust.
Adrienne submitting herself to me was her way of showing me love. Me taking charge and pushing her to her limits, but no further, was mine. For us, fucking IS making love.
So when I reached my hands around and almost painfully pinched down on her nipples while cupping her massive tits, Adrienne tightened up and screamed in orgasm. When I added open-palmed spanks to her asscheeks to accompany the slapping noises of my hips hammering her from behind, she squealed with delight. The harder I fucked her, the happier she felt. And when I slammed forward so hard that her legs buckled and she collapsed face-down on the mattress, my dick spewing gob after gob of cock cream deep into her body, Adrienne sobbed tears of joy.
When it was over, my heavy weight crushed Adrienne into the mattress, our two bodies' sweat staining into the sheets. Her knees were spread to the sides like a frog's, giving me the room and the angle necessary to keep my dick imbedded up her cunt. My thick shaft stretched her vaginal walls and acted like a plug, keeping my spunk floating around inside her.
Adrienne's head was turned to the side, her eyes closed with her mouth gaping wide as she panted for oxygen, not easy with me half-crushing her lungs. But I knew she didn't want me to get off just yet. Indeed, a little smile tugged the corner of her lips and she sighed, "That was great, Tiger."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Mm ... always..." Then with her eyes still closed, she took a deep breath and reached a hand back to pat my cheek. "I love you, Ben."
"I love you too, Adrienne." I leaned down while she twisted her head around to me, letting our mouths come together for our trademark slow-burn kiss.
Eventually, she took a deep breath and then tapped my hand, her signal for me to get up. I did a slow push-up, feeling the way my sweaty chest tried to stay adhered to her naked back. And then I backed my cock out, which had started to go limp after two ejaculations.
Quickly, Adrienne rolled onto her back away from me, raising her legs and rolling her hips to keep my semen trapped inside her. I let my eyes linger on her upraised tits, so big and firm and yet sagging just perfectly to prove those hooters were all-natural. Then I let my eyes trail up to the impish smile on Adrienne's face and asked, "Are you up to something?"
"Just wait a minute," she giggled.
It was less than a minute before the bedroom door opened, both of us turning to look at who had entered. I was only mildly surprised to see gorgeous, radiant Dawn Evans closing the door behind her and then turning toward us with a smile.
"I knew you'd come," Adrienne beamed. Then she spread her legs, planting her feet on top of the mattress. "Come get your Ben fix!"
Dawn glanced at me for a moment with a smile before quickly crossing the room and sinking to her knees. Without the slightest delay, Dawn rammed her tongue into Adrienne's slit and began slurping away, tasting the mingled orgasmic cream of the both of us. And my beautiful best friend started moaning as if she were tasting the most heavenly chocolate dessert imaginable.
My eyes lit up as I watched Dawn's beautiful face at work between Adrienne's thighs. From my current position, I literally had a picture perfect view. If I framed the photo, the swell of Adrienne's tits would border things to the left, her flat tummy as a base, and the elevation of her legs to the right. Centered in-between, relative above my girlfriend's belly button, was Dawn's nose and eyes as she sucked out my jism while staring back both at me and her Sapphic lover.
It had been a month since the three of us were together like this, but it felt just like yesterday. And getting into our old familiar flow, I slid off the bed to go begin disrobing Dawn and really take our threesome to the next level.
But Adrienne's voice stopped me short. "No, Ben. Don't."
Halting in my tracks, I jerked my head around, confusion evident on my face.
"You can't, remember?" Adrienne reminded me gently.
Ah, shit. Dawn had said we couldn't have sex anymore after camp. She had a boyfriend now, and she'd promised him she wouldn't. No sex. No intimate touches. Not even kissing. And besides, it would hurt her too much. It would hurt to be intimate with me and yet, not WITH me.
It had all made so much logical sense at camp. But here, NOW, it just seemed so unfair. I loved her. She loved me. We were both certainly hot for each other. Why the fuck NOT?
Because life isn't perfect, and I'd made my choice. I'd chosen my girlfriend, Adrienne. Dawn and I couldn't be intimate because of the choices I'd made. The fact was: I wanted them both. But Dawn couldn't be a number two, and I'd promised Adrienne would be my number one. My relationship with my girlfriend was founded on that promise and that trust, and I couldn't betray her. Maybe things would be easier for all of us if we could figure out a way to be a triple, but human beings don't always fit together just how you might like it.
So Dawn and I couldn't be together, no matter how much we might want it. Not right now at least. Not until we figured something out. And as I looked at her face, I saw the tears rolling down her eyes as she could quite literally taste me, but nothing more.
I started moving again, this time with more deliberate movements and with my eyes on Adrienne's to let her know I knew what I was doing. I circled behind Dawn and knelt on the floor just inches away. She stopped eating out Adrienne when she felt my presence and went completely still, waiting to see what I would do next.
I simply leaned in and pressed my lips to the back of her neck, kissing her with a tenderness just as soft as my previous fucking with Adrienne had been hard. I felt Dawn shiver beneath me as I returned her most intimate of platonic gestures, but as she pulled her head back and turned around, I was already getting back up to my feet.
"Ben!" Dawn reached for me, her jaw covered in honey and spunk.
"It's okay," I gesturing with both hands for calm. And putting on my warmest smile, I nodded to Adrienne. "Go ahead and get reacquainted with each other. I'll be outside."
Dawn blinked several times, her blue eyes looking bigger and sadder than ever. Then she nodded in understanding.
"But Ben," Adrienne sat up, a frown on her face. "Don't you want to watch?"
I sighed, biting my lip. "I would. You know I would. But I can't; it would just be too hard." Then I grabbed a pair of shorts and left.
I was quite used to the soundproofing of my own home back in Orange County. Brandi and I, or Brooke and I, could fuck all we wanted and as long as we were relatively quiet, not a sound could be heard outside.
This Berkeley house was NOT like that at all. Every moan, whimper, and passionate groan filtered out of my bedroom and through what seemed to be a hollow door. It wasn't like I was in the room with them; but the sounds would be obvious to anyone who tried to listen.
For a few minutes, I stood just outside, listening to Adrienne and Dawn shower each other with pleasure. And then, unable to stand it any longer, I headed up the stairs to find something to distract me.
Distraction came in the form of big sister Brandi. Her bedroom door was open and she was sitting in bed, staring out the window with a magazine in her lap. I knocked on the open door and said, "Hey."
She whipped her head around to me, obviously snapping out of some daze. "Ben! Oh, hey!"
"You okay?" I arched an eyebrow in concern as I walked in. "Seemed kinda distracted."
My older sister blushed, pulling her hand back. I had circled to the side of the bed just in time to see that she was pulling her hand out of her panties, obvious moisture coating her fingers. "Your fault," she grunted.
"Mine?"
"Listen." Brandi cocked her head and went silent. I did the same and now that I was listening for it, I found that I could hear Adrienne and Dawn grunting and moaning beneath us. It was much more muffled and the voices were indistinct; but clearly they were the sounds of sex. And I realized that my sister's bedroom was directly above mine.
"You and Adrienne were much louder, Ben," Brandi continued. "It made me wish I was down there."
Now it was my turn to blush. But Brandi just smiled and patted the mattress beside her. "Sit. And tell me why the hell you're not with the two of them right now."
I sighed and Brandi automatically crooked her arm out to me while leaning back against the headboard. I was much bigger than her, but she let me pillow my head on her shoulder as I leaned back into my sister's embrace. And then I told her about the decisions Dawn and I had made about each other at camp.
I talked about how Dawn and Adrienne initially didn't get along, but how they'd mutually put aside their differences to keep from hurting me. Adrienne initially had feared Dawn would try to steal me, but Dawn promised that she wouldn't. Even when they came to a mutual agreement to share me for the duration of camp, both girls knew Dawn was still madly in love with me. And when camp ended, Dawn had make the ultimate decision that she couldn't sleep with me. We would have to be "just friends"; otherwise the sex might ruin everything.
My big sis just let me ramble on, pouring out my frustrations. And in the end I found myself feeling much more relaxed for the venting. I finished by saying, "So I left the two of them down there, naked and writhing in ecstatic agony while I stood outside, hard as a fucking steel pole and unable to do anything about it."
"You're still hard as a pole, Ben," Brandi breathed quietly, obviously aroused.
I chuckled. "Yeah. I'm imagining what they're doing right now." Indeed, fully twenty minutes after I'd left, Dawn and Adrienne were still going down below with the sounds wafting up to us through the floorboards.
Brandi ran her hand over the bulge in my shorts, feeling my length before she leaned in and put her lips to my ear. "Ben, are you wearing underwear?" she asked huskily.
"Uh, no," I turned my head to see my sister looking at me with obvious lust in her eyes. I felt my cock get even harder at that sight. "I, uh, just wanted to get out of the room."
Brandi grinned, her eyes lighting up. "Goody." Quickly, her fingers pried open the button of my shorts and she proceeded to drag down the zipper.
"Uh, Brandi?" I wondered for just a brief moment. "We're not in SoCal anymore. What about your boyfriend?"
My sister's head was already descending down to my upright prick, which was throbbing and twitching toward her mouth like a flower turning toward the sun. "You're my brother," she said to my cock. "You don't count." And then she promptly inhaled me to the root.
"I leave this house for ten fucking minutes and you guys have a fucking ORGY! I can't believe it!" Dayna grumped as she finished putting the last of the groceries into the refrigerator.
"It was more than ten minutes," I said defensively.
"It wasn't an orgy," Adrienne stammered.
"What did you think we were going to do once we had a free moment?" Dawn grinned.
Brandi laughed. "You're just pissed off we didn't wait for you."
"Damn fucking straight I am!" Dayna growled. "Did you at least save some cum?" She looked pointedly at Brandi's crotch.
My sister giggled. "No. I made him pull out and jizz in my mouth."
"You don't even LIKE the taste of cum," Dayna rolled her eyes. "You always make Matt either spurt in you or on you."
Brandi giggled. "But it's just so naughty when I taste Ben's cum."
"Arrgh!" Dayna threw her hands up in frustration.
"It's okay," Adrienne interrupted with a smile. "You can fuck him next."
Dayna came to a dead stop, furrowing her eyebrows and pulling her head back. She arched an eyebrow at Adrienne. "Seriously?"
My girlfriend had a glass of ice water in her hands and she finished her sip before casually shrugging and replying, "Yeah, sure."
Dayna looked goggle-eyed at Adrienne, then at me, and then back at Adrienne. "You're just going to sit back and let me fuck your boyfriend? With Dawn, I get that the three of you got busy during camp. Brandi's his sister. But you don't even know me, and he IS yours."
Adrienne shrugged. "It's not like you haven't fucked before. You're Dawn's and DJ's big sister, which is a good enough reference for me. And if we're going to be living together for the next year or two, I think it's in my best interest to show you some goodwill."
"Goodwill?" Dayna cracked up, winking at Brandi before looking straight again. "You're gonna be a fun roommate, Adrienne."
Adrienne smiled and let her eyes rove up and down Dayna's body, lingering on the big tits and lush ass. "And besides..." Adrienne's smile turned predatory. "I've got a rule: The gateway to Ben's dick is through my pussy. You don't get him without going through me."
"Well then..." Now Dayna's grin was just as salacious as Adrienne's. She glanced at the clock and said, "We don't have time before heading back to our house for the big family dinner. But you," Dayna leered while pointing straight at my girlfriend. "Don't plan on going to sleep early tonight."
"Welcome to the family, Adrienne." Deanna Evans bear-hugged the taller girl. "It's so nice to finally have you here."
"Thanks," Adrienne managed to say graciously without being obvious about gasping for oxygen. "It feels great to be welcomed as part of the family."
Dayna's, Dawn's, and DJ's mother grinned. "Like Ben needs another pretty girl around him."
"Oh, I don't know about that." Adrienne blushed and looked down.
"Tsk, Tsk. Don't feign modesty. I know how you managed to turn Ben's head away from my Dawn. You're breathtakingly beautiful, dear."
Adrienne blushed again. Dawn whined from behind us, "Mooom."
But then Adrienne furrowed her eyebrows and looked a little nervous. "I DO feel a little guilt about that, Mrs. Evans. I wasn't trying to turn Ben's head away from anyone."
"Pssh, pssh," Deanna waved her off. "I was just joking, dear."
I wondered how much she was joking. Deanna Evans had never been subtle about wanting Dawn and me to get married and give her grandkids down the road. It wasn't like she pressured us or anything. She just took it as a given.
"If you were just another girl, I might have tried to scare you into running away back at camp." Deanna grinned, all predatory teeth. "But you're a part of Ben's family now, which makes you a part of my family. And as long as everything is in the family, I couldn't be happier."
Adrienne smiled and seemed to relax. And with a more normal smile, Mrs. Evans waved everyone into the house. "Just consider this your new home away from home."
The rest of my family was staying with the Evanses that night. My parents were planning to take the younger kids to the Monterey Bay Aquarium tomorrow on the way back to SoCal. I was a little jealous. It was a place we hadn't been since leaving the Bay Area the first time eight years ago. Brooke, still in full-on marine biologist mode, seemed more eager than if I'd promised her a threesome with Kenta. And the twins were almost as excited.
I was excited that night too, but for very different reasons. Dayna had practically spent the entire time at her house with her hand on my thigh. And since we were in the backyard where the younger ones couldn't hear us, she hadn't been very subtle with her sexual innuendoes.
Comments like "You know, Ben, I didn't get to feel you up my ass the last time you visited" made her intentions rather clear.
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" I'd asked.
"Three, if you wanna call 'em 'boyfriends'." Dayna had shrugged. "Beck and calls, really; romance isn't my thing. Well, two now, actually. One of 'em couldn't hack sharing me after a few months. Feel like taking his place?"
Alarmed, I'd darted my eyes over to Adrienne, who just giggled and smiled at me.
The only downer was that Dawn had left us shortly after finishing her dinner. My beautiful best friend had hugged first Adrienne and then me with some melancholy. But she put on a brave face and said she was heading out to visit Ryan. School started on Monday and this was her last Saturday night date for the summer. I wondered if her parents assumed she would be sleeping at the Berkeley house tonight; and I wondered if she would actually spend the night with him.
'Not my business, ' I told myself. And besides, for some reason the idea of Dawn being out of the house made me relax. Knowing how thin the walls were in the house, I could only imagine what would be going through Dawn's mind while I was banging her big sister. I knew I'd had to find a distraction listening to my lifelong best friend having sex when I couldn't join in. Perhaps it was best that Dawn was off doing her own thing.
So when Adrienne took my hand and pulled me to a standing position, a lustful gleam in her eye, I was more than ready to distract myself from thinking about what Dawn would be up to tonight.
Adrienne looped her arm through mine, and then Dayna slid up beside me, taking my other arm. "You ready ... big boy?" The 20-year-old bombshell grinned at me.
I glanced at Adrienne before returning my gaze to Dayna with a smirk. "You sure you can handle the two of us?"
Dayna showed me even more teeth. "It'll be fun finding out, won't it? Besides, I've got some help of my own."
Brandi was suddenly behind me, hooking her chin over my shoulder and giggling. "NOW we're gonna have an orgy."
I was really excited.
Sometimes I wondered how it was possible that my girlfriend could show such a complete lack of jealousy over the number of women I slept with. I mean, how many women have you met that would let their husband or boyfriend sleep around like I had the past couple of years? Yeah, we can talk about how sex is just sex and it's not love and all that; but the fact is that sex changes people. I'd developed stronger feelings for the girls I'd slept with, ranging from casual but semi-regular friends like Heather Wilkinson to one-and-done girls like Theresa Chen. It's just a part of human nature. And it's also human nature to get jealous over someone else using what you perceive to be... "yours".
But Adrienne was never jealous. Hell, she initiated most of the encounters. But it was nights like tonight when I realized that in actuality, Adrienne was using ME to get HER more partners.
She'd said it herself: The gateway to my dick was through her pussy. And because of me and my reputation in High School, it was Adrienne getting a helluva lot more pussy. Looking back, Adrienne got to have sex with Allie Sanders, Stephanie Vo, and Helene McGregory because those formerly straight girls just HAD to have me fucking them. She got Felicia Clarkson through me, too. Hell, Lynne Arian might never have experimented with girls if it weren't for me nearly fucking her brains out. And Adrienne would never have ended up screwing Brooke or Dawn or DJ without the connection to me.
And now I watched Adrienne shoving her tongue down Dayna Evans' throat in part because the older blonde wanted me to fuck her. Now maybe Adrienne would have eventually seduced Dayna on her own; both girls were certainly interested in each other from the moment they met. But it might have taken some time and some dancing around each other for a while. This way, the very night they met, Adrienne could just point at her naked crotch and sure enough, Dayna worked her way down and started tonguing away.
Adrienne wasn't letting ME screw all these different girls. She was letting US screw all these different girls.
So yeah, I had the greatest girlfriend EVER.
By the way, I also had a damn fine sister. "Mmmph..." Brandi groaned around a mouthful of cock, bobbing her head slowly up and down in my lap. I was sitting in an armchair Dayna had in her bedroom, my sister kneeling naked before me with her right hand wrapped around the base of my shaft while her mouth worked on the upper half. I reached down to play with one of her nice B-cup tits, rubbing my thumb over the erect little nipple while she rolled her eyes up to meet my gaze.
"So good, sis," I groaned and pinched the nipple.
She shivered and pulled her mouth off my cock, stroking me in her hand. "I don't know why I get so... hot ... sucking your dick, Ben," she panted. "Nngh..." she groaned as she took me back into her mouth and lavished my sensitive skin with her tongue before pulling away again. "You know, sometimes when I'm sucking my boyfriend's dick I'm fantasizing that he's you. Almost the only times I'll ever swallow for him."
I sagged back into the armchair and raised my hand to brush Brandi's bangs back from her face, entranced by my sister's pretty face and her lips stretched around my rod. "Keep that up and you're gonna have to swallow me."
"Mmm, promise?" Brandi moaned.
I chuckled and patted her head before returning my gaze to the bed in front of me. Adrienne and Dayna were also fully naked, my girlfriend sitting up with her hands planted behind her for support. The position thrust her massive tits forward and upwards, hard nipples extending even further and slightly to the sides. And her entire chest rose and fell dramatically with each full breath.
Adrienne's legs were spread to the sides with her knees up and her feet planted on the mattress. Between her thighs, all I could see of Dayna's head was a wild mane of sunny blonde hair, wriggling furiously. But presently, Adrienne squealed out a climax and then reached down, drawing the busty babe to her face so that she could lick her own orgasmic nectar off of Dayna's lips. And then falling backward, Adrienne tugged her new blonde lover down with her so that their tits were pressed together and their tongues went to work attacking each other.
I blinked a few times after realizing I'd been entranced by the two hot blondes pleasuring each other. I then glanced down to see that Brandi was rather leisurely sucking my cock, playing with it contentedly rather than trying to get me off. "You want to swallow my cum again?" I asked.
Brandi sealed her lips just below my crown and nodded, humming, "Mm-hmm..."
I was breathing hard as visions danced in my head. "You've never been with Adrienne, have you?"
Brandi's eyes flared. The two had become casual friends when Adrienne started visiting my family a year ago, but the two had never spent significant time together. They had never been intimate, but from the look in my sister's eyes, my girlfriend certainly was a lustful curiosity. The look was all I needed.
I stroked Brandi's cheek and intoned, "I want to see you suck my cum out of her. Okay?"
Brandi gasped and nodded, pulling off my dick. The erect column of throbbing meat pulsed with every beat of my heart, glistening in the bedroom lights. My dick was locked and loaded.
So I stood up, ready to go, but my eyes zeroed in on Dayna's wriggling ass. She was preoccupied with eating out Adrienne, but her pretty pussy was on full display and I found the sight too tempting to resist. "Sit tight for a minute, Brandi," I told my sister. "I have to go fuck your girlfriend's brains out first." Only then did I approach the bed.
There was no way Dayna could know I was approaching with me silently moving behind her. But Adrienne could see and when I held a finger to my lips, my girlfriend grinned and worked a little harder to distract the busty blonde. Stroking my cock a few times, I cautiously moved into position, my focus on Dayna's gyrating ass.
Just before I grabbed the eldest Evans sister, Adrienne pulled Dayna's face away from her crotch and husked, "You've paid your dues. Now it's time for your reward."
Dayna stopped moving and raised her eyebrows, not yet understanding Adrienne's cryptic statement. And she was caught completely by surprise when I centered my cockhead into the folds of her labia, yanked back on her hips, and savagely thrust forward to spear her to the root on the very first lunge.
"AAAAAAACK!" Dayna shrieked at the sudden full sensation. But almost immediately she was hanging her head down between her shoulders and mumbling incoherently while I started pounding her pussy from behind. "Oh, FUCK, Ben! You fucking bastard!" Dayna whimpered in a high-pitched voice, absent of any real heat.
I took a brief moment to admire the view. Although at a near-identical 5'9" height as her two teenaged sisters, Dayna had all the fully-developed curves of a grown woman. Packed around the same slender frame, her hips were a little wider, her ass a little fuller, and her whole body just had a more defined curvature. Though too busty to ever be a runway model, Dayna certainly could sell some lingerie if she wanted to. But right now, this model-worthy babe was skewered on my cock and she looked so fucking gorgeous with her asscheeks spread wide around my invading rod. I ran my hands up and down her spine, stroking her creamy, pale skin. I settled my hands down to grip her hips. And then I fucked her brains out.
Adrienne and I had perfected our double-teaming technique over the past month. While I supplied the rhythm with hammer-force strokes, jerking Dayna's body around and manhandling her body like my dick was a joystick, Adrienne licked and sucked and gripped the blonde bombshell from below.
"Oh, fuck!" Dayna whimpered amidst our assault. "What the fuck are you guys DOING to me?"
We didn't bother to answer. I just drilled her cunt a little harder. Meanwhile, my girlfriend kissed and nibbled at the older girl's throat. A little later, Adrienne slid lower and suckled at Dayna's swaying boobs. And just as the eldest Evans daughter reached the summit of orgasm, Adrienne dropped her hands to Dayna's clit to push the poor girl over the edge.
"Fuuuuuuuuck!" Dayna screamed as her entire body spasmed. Her eyes rolled up into her head and after a few more violent twitches, I felt her spine go slack.
But I was just a few more strokes away from coming, having held myself back to fulfill a promise to Brandi. And once Dayna started collapsing, I physically yanked her body to the side and rolled her over away from me on the bed where the busty blonde curled up into a fetal position, whimpering and babbling incoherently.
Adrienne was more than ready for me. Long ago, she surrendered herself to me. She often reminded me, "This body is yours to take whenever you want." It wasn't often I needed to do just that, but this was one of them. And once I spread Adrienne's knees to the side, she simply opened her arms and accepted me on top of her while I slammed my cock into her cunt and rutted for less than a minute before grunting and blasting out my heavy load.
"Oh, gack. Hrrrk!" I grunted while switching from the intense internal clenching of holding my ejaculation back to the blissful relief of letting it go. My body was rigidly still as I held myself at maximum depth within Adrienne's tunnel, nutting every ounce of jizz I had inside me.
There was a lot of cum. Brandi's blowjob and watching the two blondes dyke it out had told my balls to manufacture sperm for some time now. By the time I rutted into Dayna and then Adrienne, my sack was bulging to the point of overflowing. And now I practically overflowed my girlfriend's pussy. Over and over again, I grunted and fired, bellowing, "Ungh! Ohhh! Ungh!" while my cock reloaded and fired again.
In the end, I turned and flopped onto my back, gasping for oxygen while Adrienne lay limply on the bed, breathing hard and recovering from her own exertions. My girlfriend idly reached her hands down to start stirring the hot spunk I'd deposited inside her, but just as her fingers reached her nether gateway, she found she wasn't the first one there.
Adrienne's moan was my first indication that Brandi had rejoined the party. I picked my head up and looked over to see the dark brunette head now wriggling where Dayna's head had been perhaps fifteen minutes before. And the room was filled with the sounds of my sister slurping my jizz out of my girlfriend's cunt.
So wrong ... and yet so right.
It felt like just seconds ago that I was in this position. Dayna was bent over doggy-style, her arms folded on top of the mattress with her head resting on them, her face turned to the side. She was exhausted, still a little wiped out from the mind racing effects of her previous orgasm when Adrienne and I had very nearly fucked her brains out. But she just HAD to feel this. The girl really was an anal freak.
"Ohhh ... fuck my ass, Ben..." Dayna crooned while I nudged against her sphincter. And as I pressed my hips forward, the mushroom head popped, once again, into my very first asshole.
Obviously, I'd had anal sex before. But with fond nostalgia, I remembered that Dayna's was indeed the first asshole I'd ever nailed, at summer camp two years ago. So much had changed in two years, and I now moved with supreme confidence as I slid down her lubricated chute and burrowed my thick prick until I was balls deep up her 20-year-old ass.
"Fuck!" Dayna gasped when she felt me hit rock bottom. "Feels like a fucking baseball bat inside me!"
"So good," I groaned.
"Come on, Ben," Dayna husked. "Fuck my ass. Ream out my tight ass and spurt all your hot cum into my bowels. Fuck my ass, Ben."
I groaned again, and an answering groan met me from just next to the bed. "Nnnghhh..." Adrienne's voice drew my attention to the side. I looked over to see my girlfriend flat on her back, her mouth locked onto Brandi's as the two beautiful girls shared an open-mouthed kiss. Dribbles of my cum still dotted their chins and cheeks from their previous, sloppy snowballing. And Adrienne's legs were scissored behind my sister's ass while Brandi nudged the strap-on dildo a little deeper into her cunt.
"Now I can say I've been fucked by all three of you," Adrienne groaned.
"We'll have to get Eden and Emma in on the action so you can say all five of us siblings nailed the gorgeous Adrienne," Brandi replied with a naughty smile.
I shook my head wryly. I still remembered Brandi's initial qualms with sibling incest, questioning whether or not we should be fucking each other. Even when she'd accepted her own fallen nature, she'd pleaded with Brooke not to become intimate with me as well. But over time, my older sister had come to accept this physical expression of our love. She now welcomed it, and when she'd initially found out I'd started fucking Brooke last year, Brandi had simply smiled and said, "Good for her." And now she was cracking jokes about bringing Eden and Emma along. Things certainly had changed.
"Ohhh..." Adrienne groaned again, and my sister started stroking in and out of her.
"Take it ... Feel my dick inside you," Brandi husked.
"Oh, fuck me ... Why the hell do I even need a man?" Adrienne mused. "Everything I want is right here. Soft lips. Supple breasts. A tasty pussy AND a thick cock. I should use these fucking toys more often."
Brandi giggled and I just smiled. Despite Adrienne's musings, I wasn't worried about her leaving me. In the meantime, I was busy cornholing Dayna. Her ass was so hot, maybe the hottest I'd ever been in. And no matter how many times she'd been sodomized in her young life, it was still tight and exquisitely pleasurable. For a moment, it felt like déjà vu as I was transported back in time to that first buttfucking in our summer camp clearing.
"Fuck me, Ben," the busty blonde groaned. "I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum with your dick in my ass! Fuck me... Fuck my ass ... Yes! Yes! YES!!!"
Dayna's body locked up and her ass clamped down while her orgasm swept through her. She squeezed me even tighter so that my slow but steady pumping was brought to a halt, my cock trapped inside her vise-like grip. And the rest of her torso began shaking as the climax took over.
"YES!!!" Dayna shrieked again, and her body bucked just once, quite violently. And then her legs gave out and she collapsed straight down onto the mattress. I fell down with her, and the moment my heavy weight hit her back and my dick was driven an extra half-inch into her rectum, her ass muscles unclenched and I was suddenly spewing my load up Dayna's asshole.
"Urrrgh!" I grunted as I felt myself geysering forth a huge load into Dayna's bowels. She was flat on her face, her body being compressed downwards by my weight while I was flat on top of her with my dick fully imbedded up her backside.
Next to us, Adrienne was screaming her pretty little head off as Brandi's fake cock drove her to orgasm. Her voice eventually trailed off as the climax passed and Brandi put her head down to rest. My abs tensed a few more times as I spat out my last few globs of semen into Dayna's butt, and then there was nothing left but the quiet sounds of all four of us panting for breath.
Then Dayna chuckled, her breathing labored under my crushing weight. "Fuck, that was amazing, Ben," she managed to croak.. "I'm going to LOVE having you guys living here this year!"
51 Roommates ll
We took a break after that particular round and paused to clean ourselves up. The upstairs bathroom had a glass sliding door and after a quick discussion, the girls parked me on the toilet seat and forced me to watch while the three of them jumped into the cramped shower together, soaping up each other's bodies, rubbing each other's tits and pussies, and giggling the whole while. I got hard again just watching.
Then Adrienne and Dayna stepped out, toweling off and grabbing onto each other while they skipped back into the bedroom to continue their lovemaking. That left Brandi still in the shower crooking her finger for me to join her. I grinned, thinking of how our late night showers had first led us into each other's bed way back when.
As I stepped beneath the hot spray and felt my sister begin soaping me up, I thought in amazement at how well things were going so far. Adrienne had been casual friends with Brandi for a short time, so it made sense that they would get along initially. But "getting along" and getting mixed up in an orgy together are two very different things. And yet both girls had jumped in without hesitation.
Then there was the way Adrienne and Dayna were seriously into each other. I supposed it made sense. The two girls had similar outgoing personalities to go along with their blonde hair and tall, stacked bodies. But I still hadn't expected them to hit it off so quickly. It really seemed like the four of us would be fantastic roommates together.
This only left one more roommate: Dawn.
I was distracted from my thoughts of Dawn when Brandi knelt in the tub and started blowing me. And I was further distracted when my sister dried me off, pulled me into HER bedroom in the other direction, and proceeded to climb aboard my upright prick. We'd gotten our urgent missed-you-for-months fucking out of the way that afternoon while Adrienne was downstairs with Dawn. So now Brandi was just able to ride me comfortably and easily until she squeaked her way to two climaxes and I filled my sister with incestuous brother-spunk.
But afterwards, while Brandi laid her head on my chest and listened to my heartbeat, I sighed forlornly and softly asked, "What do you think Dawn is up to right now?"
Softly, my sister replied, "Probably the same thing she's been up to since Thanksgiving. She's with Ryan now. Don't worry about it, Ben."
I exhaled slowly. "I can't help but worry. This wasn't the way things were supposed to be. She and I were supposed to be together."
"Is that what you really want?" Brandi asked me softly. "If so, tell me now so I don't get too attached to Adrienne. She's a really sweet girl once you get to know her and it would really suck ... for me ... if I lost her friendship down the road because you couldn't keep your commitment to her."
"Brandiii..." I groaned. She was messing with me, pretending that the issue was selfishly about her. But she'd made her point. I'd chosen this path, and I had no one to blame by myself.
Brandi turned and brushed my hair back from my forehead, looking almost motherly into my eyes. "Look, obviously you haven't come to terms with the way things are going to be, Ben. You've got to sit down with her and talk things out. Communication, communication, communication. Yeah, you said you two came to some sort of agreement not to have sex with each other while you're with Adrienne and she's with Ryan. But that's not the whole relationship and you're going to have to decide on some sort of balance with her now that you're actually here."
I sighed. "I know."
"And don't waffle around, Ben," Brandi stroked my forehead. "This house is too small for you and Dawn to have any sort of rift. Everyone's happy now; but we're just moving in and no one wants to live in a place full of angst and tension. Nip this in the bud. Talk to her."
"I will, I will."
"Good."
I would talk to Dawn. We'd figure this out. Hell, if she were here right now I'd go downstairs and get everything worked out immediately.
But she wasn't here. She was ... out ... with Ryan. I didn't even know if she was coming home tonight.
"Relax, little brother. I didn't mean right this second," Brandi drawled before giggling.
I sighed and patted her back. Then I got up to head back down to my bedroom and get ready to sleep.
Thirty minutes later, Adrienne and I were cuddled up together in our new bed, Adrienne in one of my oversized T-shirts and me just in my boxers. I was spooned behind her, smelling the sweetness of her hair along with the muskiness of her sexual play with Dayna.
But I couldn't sleep.
Where was Dawn? Was she coming home? When could I talk to her?
I wanted to toss and turn in frustration, but I couldn't wake Adrienne. It was torture trying not to move, and I went over and over in my head all the things I wanted to say to Dawn. If only she were here. If only I knew where she was.
And then, just before 1am, those paper-thin walls came in handy. I heard Dawn pad in, the wood floors flexing audibly despite her efforts to be quiet. She went into her bedroom and closed the door behind her.
She was here. Dawn was home. And only now able to relax and feel some peace, I closed my eyes and let unconsciousness take me away.
Dawn, Dayna, and Brandi were already having breakfast when Adrienne and I walked in. My girlfriend and I would have been out earlier, but Adrienne decided to get some early protein by rolling me over and blowing me until I nutted a quart of jizz down her throat. Knowing how thin the walls were, I tried to keep quiet. But from the raised eyebrows both Dayna and Brandi were giving me, it was clear my groaning had still been heard.
Dawn, on the other hand, just smiled sweetly as she turned away from the stove and pointed. "Pancakes?"
Adrienne clapped her hands together cutely. "Yum!"
"Got any eggs, too?" I asked a little groggily. The incredible blowjob had both woken me up and left me rather dazed.
"Uh, no. We had some sunny-side up but already finished them." Dawn frowned. "I'll make some more. Poached, right?"
"Oh, you should eat, Dawn. I can make them," Adrienne glided forward.
"No, really. It's no big deal. I'm already cooking." Dawn shrugged.
"Really. I should be the one to do this," Adrienne said with just a bit of an edge in her voice. Dawn looked up at her, their eyes meeting and something being communicated between them. It was almost as if Adrienne was telling Dawn, 'Hey, I'm his girlfriend.'
Dawn then glanced at me for a brief second before nodding. "Right." She gestured towards the stove. "I, uh, I'm sure you can figure everything out." She nodded almost nervously again before backing away, picking up her own plate and moving to the dining table where Dayna and Brandi were almost done with their meals.
Adrienne then came and pecked me on the cheek. "Sit down, Tiger. I'll be done in a minute." My girlfriend then went into domestic mode, hopping around and checking cabinets to figure out where everything was while she simultaneously babysat the developing pancakes and pulled out some fresh eggs. She'd been feeding herself for years, and Adrienne certainly knew her way around a kitchen.
I poured myself some orange juice and went to join the girls. We started talking about what to do for the day while our families headed to the aquarium. Dayna and Brandi thought it would be a good idea for us all to take a tour of the school and get the inside scoop on where to go, where to eat, etc. While Dawn and I had been to the campus before, Adrienne had not. And besides, Dawn and I could use the refresher.
But I was still thinking about Brandi's encouragement to sit down and talk to Dawn. Our relationship had always been founded on comfortable familiarity and open honesty. Now that we were here, we needed to really hash out nature of our relationship. And I'd seen enough movies to know that to delay that conversation would only give opportunity for misunderstandings to occur. Hell, look what happened the last time I delayed talking to Dawn about temptations and wanting an open relationship: she got raped, I was nearly seduced, and in the end we'd broken up.
Besides, it was about time I stopped letting stuff just happen TO me. I had to take charge of my life.
So right after Adrienne sat down with our food, I reached out and grabbed my girlfriend's hand and said, "You know, why don't you go with Dayna and Brandi to tour the campus? I think Dawn and I need to hang back and talk."
Dawn's eyebrows went up. Dayna and Brandi looked at each other. And Adrienne looked confused. I rather liked their expressions. It was a bit of a power rush that for once, the girls around me weren't totally in control of the situation.
But Adrienne seemed just a mite upset. She was in a new city full of strange people. And while she was now familiar with Dawn, Dayna, and Brandi, she still barely knew them and my girlfriend didn't appear to like the idea of being separated from me. Heck, she wouldn't even be with Dawn, a girl she'd at least come to know and become friends with for a few weeks at camp. "Ben, do you have to?"
I sighed. "This isn't summer camp anymore, Adrienne. We all knew our relationships would be different, and Dawn and I really need to figure this out before things get any more complicated." I nodded to Brandi in acknowledgement of her advice. My sister just nodded back in agreement with my suggestion.
"Besides," I continued. "Dawn and I have been here before. And we'll pick up what we really need to know when Welcome Week starts tomorrow."
Adrienne frowned but looked back and forth between me and Dawn. Then with a little pout, she nodded.
"C'mon, A.D.," Dayna giggled. "We'll have much more fun teasing all the guys on campus without your boyfriend around."
Adrienne managed a laugh. I merely arched my eyebrow at Dayna's rather quick pickup of Adrienne's nickname. And then Adrienne nodded. "Okay. We'll meet up for lunch? I've been dying to try out this Blondie's pizza place you kept raving about."
I glanced at Dawn and got a nod before turning back to my girlfriend. "Got it. Have fun."
Adrienne grinned. And only then did the knot of tension in the back of my neck start to loosen up.
Good freaking lord Dawn was gorgeous. She sat facing me on the couch, one arm propped over the backrest with the hand both brushing her sunny blonde hair back and supporting her head. She looked at me with crystal clear blue eyes, open in curiosity at what I wanted to say. Even now, I would have to say that Dawn empirically had the prettiest face I'd ever seen in my life, Adrienne included. They were both beautiful, just slightly different. But while Adrienne had the sexier, more alluring kind of beauty, Dawn's was purer and more angelic.
There was a little smile on Dawn's lips as she watched me trying to organize my thoughts. Unfortunately, I kept getting distracted by the desire to just seize her head and shove my tongue down her throat. She patiently waited me out, that little smile teasing as if she knew exactly what was going through my mind. But she said nothing while I tried to figure out how to say, 'We need to figure out how to be friends.'
But in the end, another subject that was bothering me came to the fore and I ended up asking, "How was your date with Ryan last night?"
Dawn blinked a few times, surprised by my question. In the past year, I'd barely ever brought up Ryan because I didn't want to really think about him being with "my" Dawn. But now I had brought him up and Dawn sat up straighter. "Uh, it was fine. He's just as nervous as me, starting at a new school. But I think it's going to be harder for him as a Junior transfer. Most freshman are open to meeting new people the first few weeks, but most Juniors will already have their cliques established by then."
I nodded. "He still has his friends around though, right?"
Dawn sighed. "Stephen's still around, I guess. But he's getting a job at his uncle's company. And to be honest, Ryan and Stephen have been drifting apart a bit. Things got awkward when Tricia caught Stephen cheating on her with some High School sophomore and they broke up. We all took Tricia's side, including me and Ryan. Stephen didn't take that so well."
"I'm sorry. How's Tricia doing now?"
Dawn shrugged. "She's going to UC Davis. I'm going to miss her. But Gwen and Robin are both coming to Berkeley."
I nodded, and then a sly grin came across Dawn's face. "Gwen's been asking about you ... She still can't believe you fucked her unconscious that one day. Says nothing has ever topped it since."
I blushed and Dawn giggled. The memory of Dawn's slightly skanky friend reminded me that it was the same weekend Dawn and I "broke up". She'd had sex with Ryan right in front of me, needing me to be in the room when she did it. And I still felt a tightness in my throat just thinking about it.
I glanced down and furrowed my eyebrows. "You know, I wasn't expecting you to come back to the house last night. I'd have assumed you were spending the night with Ryan."
Dawn looked away from me, turning her face into her palm before turning it back and sagging against the backrest a little deeper. "Yeah ... uh. I was originally planning on it, but when it came right down to it, I just couldn't."
"Why not?" I frowned, thinking that she was talking about spending the night.
"Because I didn't want to sleep with him last night. It would have just felt ... weird."
I bit my lip. She'd said "sleep" but my intuition told me she meant "have sex". I may have not known she liked country music but I could still read Dawn's emotions. "You didn't want to have sex with him?"
Dawn shook her head. "I couldn't. He wasn't exactly happy when I told him I wasn't in the mood and wanted to go home. But he's a good boyfriend. He'd never push me."
I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why didn't you?"
Dawn sighed, moisture forming in her eyes. "Because ... I knew you were here."
"Dawn..."
"I just couldn't. Not while you're in the same zip code, Ben."
"You've done it before."
"No I haven't," she furrowed her eyebrows and barked almost defensively.
I arched an eyebrow with a smile, "The Stanford game ... We were just talking about me and Gwen."
Dawn blushed, now remembering it. Hell, she'd gotten me and Ryan to double- penetrate her. "Well, except for that. This is different."
I took a deep breath. "You're not cheating on me just because I'm within the 100- mile zone, Dawn. He's your boyfriend."
"YOU should be my boyfriend," Dawn whimpered, turning her eyes on me. "That's the way things were supposed to be."
"So what do you want?" I sighed. "You break up with Ryan and I break up with Adrienne and we fall in love and get married and pop out a few kids?"
She exhaled, her eyes shimmering. Then she turned and pushed her forehead into her palm again. "Doesn't matter. You're not going to break up with Adrienne."
It wouldn't do to lead Dawn on. "No, I'm not," I said firmly. And then as I looked into her eyes, I saw a trace of hesitation on her part as well. And with sudden realization, I breathed, "And you don't want to break up with Ryan, either."
Dawn's lower lip quivered and she quailed again, pushing her eyes into the heels of both her hands. She was obviously torn. In spite of all the love proclamations she'd given me just a month ago, and even right now, Dawn HAD developed feelings for Ryan. It had been easy not to think of him while we were at camp, and think only of her love for me. But now, having spent the last month with HIM and not me, it was harder to ignore her feelings. I couldn't blame her; it was the exact same thing I was going through.
So now Dawn was caught right where I was, between two people she cared a great deal about. It would be easy for me to think badly of her. After all, I didn't know Ryan well at all and I could feel righteously angry at her for even thinking of having feelings for another man when she claimed she loved me. But the fact was: I hadn't been there for the past year. I didn't know what kind of bond they'd developed together. So Dawn had to feel just like I did: she wanted us both. But she knew she couldn't have us both, and the internal tug-of-war was tearing apart.
"Am I a bad person?" she whimpered. "When you're around, I want you so badly. And when you're not around and it's just Ryan, I feel so much for him."
Dawn shuddered and unable to stand seeing her in such pain, I reached forward and bear-hugged my lifelong friend. "It's okay, Dawn. You're not a bad person. That's just being human."
Dawn's breath came in heaving gasps. She was shaking and sobbing in my arms as I just squeezed her and tried to hold on. It seemed like she kept crying for an eternity. "I'm sorry, Ben. I know I should only want you! I'm sorry..."
"No, shhh..." I tried to soothe her. "You have nothing to be ashamed about. I understand."
"But I'm supposed to be with you."
"Life doesn't always happen the way it's 'supposed' to."
Dawn sobbed some more and pushed her face even tighter against me.
But after a while, Dawn's shuddering stopped and a few moments later, she went quiet. Her breathing was still hard, but even that began to calm. And then without moving her face away from my chest, she said forlornly. "I knew it. I always knew it. At camp, I even said things would be this way. But I guess it didn't really hit me until just now."
I remained silent and patted her back.
"Here we are, at Cal, the way we always said we would be. Only you and I aren't the way I'd thought we would be."
"I never thought things would turn out this way either, if it's any consolation."
Dawn sighed. She started stretching her limbs out and I released her, pulling back a few inches. She suddenly seemed so much smaller, looking up at me with that angelic face, her eyes searching mine. "What do I have to do?"
I sighed, brushing her hair back against her scalp. Oh, it would be so easy to kiss her right now, and I knew she'd let me. But it wasn't our time. Not yet. "Dawn, are you my friend?"
"Yes, Ben. Forever."
I sighed. "Can you be just my friend? Not my girlfriend?"
Her eyes tightened but she set her lips in a determined line. "I'll be whatever I have to be."
"But can you really just be my friend?"
"I have to. I need you in my life, Ben. It physically hurts when you're nearby but I can't be around you. I was in absolute AGONY that first week of camp."
"But I'm in love with Adrienne."
A little smile crossed Dawn's face. "Then I'll wait for you."
I took a deep breath and then pushed forward, puckering my lips. Dawn quivered, but she calmed when I kissed her forehead tenderly. "I'll always love you, Dawn. Never forget that."
"I won't."
"You have to do something for me, Dawn."
"Anything, Ben."
I took another deep breath. "You have to not be IN love with me."
She sighed, a long, long exhalation filled with mourning and resignation. "I know." And she did know; we were cosmically connected after all.
But knowing was one thing. DOING, on the other hand, would be a lot tougher.
I walked hand-in-hand with Dawn along the sidewalk. Somehow, holding hands didn't seem a violation of our agreement to just be friends and in fact just felt a comfortable symbol of our closeness, like the kisses on the backs of each other's neck. We may not be sexually intimate anymore, but we'd decided we were still "more than just friends".
We'd spent nearly three hours hashing out our new "friendship". Some of it was setting rules, like the no sex and no kissing thing. Some of it was trying to find loopholes in those rules, like a friendly peck under the mistletoe at Christmas. And some of it was coming up with situational examples and counter-examples for ways to act around each other. It was all SOOO complicated. It's easy to progress from acquaintance to friend to intimate. It's really hard to find a way to pull BACK. Even my breakups with Megan and Cassidy were never this complicated.
But eventually we decided we'd just have to go out and do the best we could. And in the end, Dawn reclined back against my chest while we zoned out to the television. My arm was around her waist, but I was careful not to let my hands wander. That was one of the boundaries I could no longer break.
And then Adrienne had called me to let me know they were heading for Blondie's. I'd roused Dawn and we'd headed out.
"So you're going to commit to Ryan now, right?" I asked seriously. "No more of this 'I can't have sex with him because Ben's in the same zip code' stuff."
"Would it bother you?" her eyes flickered to me, fresh wariness in her eyes.
"No, no. Hey, we're just friends. I'm happy for you." I sighed. "But I wonder how he's going to react now that I'm here."
"We talked this past month. He knows how I feel about you, Ben. And he can handle it as long as we're not sleeping together. He accepts my relationship with you: intimate but platonic."
I nodded.
"Will you go be there with me the next time I see him?" Dawn turned and asked me.
"You want me there?" I arched an eyebrow.
Dawn nodded. "He'll have to see it with his own eyes, that we're really just friends. Or he'll always wonder."
I squeezed her hand. "Okay." I'd have to see it with my own eyes, too. But that wasn't now. Now, we were arriving at Blondie's, just in time to see Dayna producing a large pepperoni pizza that looked just heavenly.
"Mmm ... Doesn't that look so delicious?" Brandi elbowed me as we walked up.
My stomach gurgled loudly, all the answer my sister needed, and she laughed and patted my belly.
Adrienne looked up at me, her cell phone in hand. "Mom and Dad. They said they're leaving the aquarium to head on home. Do you want to talk to them?"
I nodded and took the phone, smiling inwardly at how Adrienne had started calling my parents "Mom" and "Dad". It was sweet and yet naughty at the same time to hear my girlfriend referring to them in that manner. I put the phone to my ear and said, "Hey..."
"Any last requests?" Mom asked in a slightly concerned tone. "It's not too late for us to turn around and get back up there."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm FINE, Mom," I tried to assure her. Last night when we'd left the Evans' house, she practically didn't want to let go of me. Even though I was eighteen and fully capable of living away from home, Mom would always worry a bit. But she'd trained me well. I'd been quite independent during my teenage years and while I'd gotten into some trouble here and there, I'd learned from my mistakes and I felt confident I would be alright on my own. Besides, I was still living with my big sister.
Mom then asked if I wanted to talk to the kids. I told her 'no'. I'd said my goodbyes to the twins and given Brooke a rather intense kiss last night, along with a stern warning to stay out of trouble.
Then I hung up the phone and passed it to Adrienne, a little smile on my face. My grin only got wider as I surveyed the scene before me: Dayna, Brandi, Dawn, and Adrienne standing around a big Blondie's pepperoni pizza. Just me and my roommates, far from home. After eighteen years, with my parents heading back home, I was FINALLY out on my own.
"Oh, gawd ... oh, gawd ... fuck me, Ben! Fuck me!"
Almost two years since we'd first had sex, Brandi looked even more amazing bent over on all fours. Her body had developed into that of a grown woman instead of a somewhat-coltish teenager. She was in great shape from lots of exercise, with nicely toned muscles. Plus ... my sister really did have a dynamite ass. And as I gazed down on those tight, perky cheeks, I mused on how I'd ended up here.
That night, Adrienne wanted her chance to sit down with Dawn and talk. And I do mean "talk". The girls had become fast friends during the intense few weeks at summer camp and they looked eager to pick up where they'd left off, the two 18- year-olds perfectly capable of chattering on for an eternity. And when I appeared to want to horn in on their discussion, my girlfriend literally ordered me upstairs to go fuck my sister.
Brandi was more than happy for my company. Her boyfriend Matt wouldn't be flying back from Oahu for another few days; and after a long time since seeing me, my older sister was desperate for more of my incestuous brother cum. As always, our lovemaking was pleasurable and fun, more about enjoying ourselves than anything else. Sex for me and Brandi was just an extension of our sibling relationship. It didn't have the romantic emotion of being with Adrienne or the raw physicality of being with Dayna. For Brandi and me, it was just about relieving stress. It was ... comfortable. For the next few days, I was sure Brandi and I would be hooking up pretty often. But once Matt was here, I assumed we would fall into a more "occasional" pattern the way Brooke and I had been while she was dating Kenta.
But Matt wasn't here yet. Just me. So I gripped Brandi's hips and really started laying the pipe, plunging into the darkest recesses of her vaginal tunnel with every stroke.
"Oh gawd ... So big, Ben! Fuck me! Fuck your slutty sister! Pound that pussy!"
I pounded her as best I could, not to dominate her, but just because she was at the pleasure point where harder would feel better. And just when I felt myself about to cum, I reached around and tweaked her nipple, her left nipple, the one that seemed to be hardwired to her clit. And with my right hand I started strumming her clit itself, the dual stimulation enough to push Brandi over the edge and send her screaming into orgasm.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" my older sister wailed, and then I was joining her in yelling as I flooded her pussy with my latest load of incestuous spunk.
Almost immediately after I finished sperming her, Brandi collapsed face-down on her bed and lay there, gasping for air. I managed to keep myself upright for a little longer before leaning back and then sinking my naked butt onto my heels.
When we both had caught our breath, I slid off the bed and ducked down briefly to place a soft kiss on Brandi's butt. Then I rapidly left little pecking kisses up my sister's spine until I got to her head, where I tilted my head to the side and gave her a warm, tongue-filled kiss of passion.
Brandi pulled away first. "Thanks, Ben. I needed that. I've been going absolutely STIR-CRAZY this entire summer without a nice dick around and after yesterday, I realized just what I've been missing."
I smirked. "What, Dayna's strap-on not good enough?"
"Hell, no," Brandi giggled. "Live, throbbing brother cock: THAT'S what I needed."
"Then I guess you shoulda come to camp this year, huh?"
Brandi laughed. "And get in the middle of all that drama you had with Dawn and Adrienne? No thanks. But I'm happy to play catch-up right now." And then my sister turned her head to kiss me and once again pull me over her body.
We fucked one more time that night before collapsing into each other's arms. I tried to keep the volume down so we wouldn't seriously disturb Dawn and Adrienne. We were only somewhat successful.
Meanwhile, Dayna was out with one of her 'boyfriends'. I'd wondered to Brandi if she was even coming home that night, but Brandi assured me that Dayna always came home. Fucking was one thing, but she wasn't much of a cuddler. Her guys didn't seem to mind.
I, on the other hand, was very much a cuddler. I actually fell asleep in Brandi's arms before Adrienne came back upstairs and woke me up. My girlfriend was ready for bed and wanted to sleep in my arms. So Brandi just kissed me goodbye and thanked me for the nice orgasms.
"Relax, Tiger," Adrienne rubbed my shoulders. "If you're nervous, you're just going to make him nervous."
I bit my lip. "Can't help it. I just have no idea how this is all going to turn out."
Adrienne stopped and checked her watch. She then stood up and jerked me by the hand. "Come on."
"Wha-?"
"Come on," my girlfriend ordered. For all her occasional submissiveness, Adrienne really could have a dominant personality when she wanted. We went into our bedroom and rather unceremoniously, Adrienne spun me around and pushed me down onto the bed.
"Wha-?"
"You need to relax, Tiger," the stunningly gorgeous blonde grinned. She reached behind her head to tie her hair back, no doubt to ensure no stray globs of semen ended up tangled in her golden mane. And then she knelt between my legs and went to work.
I had to admit, Adrienne's therapy did the trick. Less than two minutes after spewing my load into her mouth, then having my girlfriend gape her mouth open to show me the pool of creamy cum she'd collected before gulping it down, I was back on the couch in the living room feeling quite relaxed.
Hell, I looked quite smug. I'd just gotten a blowjob from a freakin' hot babe who seemed to have made it her mission in life to keep me happy through frequent sexual release. And so I was in this calm and confident state when Dawn walked through the door with Ryan.
"Hey, man," I drawled almost lazily as I got to my feet and held my hand out for a shake. "Long time no see." I'd forgotten how devastatingly handsome the guy was. With blonde hair, sterling blue eyes, and chiseled features, Ryan was a Ken doll come to life. And he had the 6'2" muscular body to back it up.
In fact, the guy was so good-looking I half-wished he were neutered like a Ken doll so I wouldn't feel slightly inadequate. But then my confidence came back. After all, Adrienne adored me and even Dawn had some desire to be with me instead of him, so I had to be worth something.
Plus, Ryan now looked as nervous as I'd felt before Adrienne's blowjob. His palm was slightly sweaty and his smile was a little weak. "How have you been, Ben?"
"I've been good, thanks. Uh, I'd like to introduce you to Adrienne, my girlfriend."
To his credit, Ryan managed to keep his eyes on Adrienne's face when he shook her hand. Seriously, I think every straight guy I'd ever known dropped his gaze to her tits for at least a moment when meeting Adrienne, but Ryan somehow resisted the urge.
"Helllooo," Adrienne said in a sultry voice. She somehow managed to make the word musically sound like more than two syllables, and there was no mistaking the flirtation in her tone.
"Pleased to finally meet you," Ryan replied neutrally. "Dawn's talked a lot about you since she got back from camp. And I'm very sorry about your father. I mean, it's good that Ben's family has been there for you, but it can't have been easy."
Adrienne gave him a genuine smile, quite pleased with the guy's sincerity. "Thank you. It hasn't, but it's been a remarkably smooth transition." My girlfriend then latched onto my arm. "Ben's been my rock in so many ways."
Ryan nodded. "Do you mind if I ask what happened to the driver?"
"Not at all," Adrienne shrugged. "The cabbie was convicted of involuntary manslaughter and he's in jail now. The executor of my father's estate is going after the cab company for damages, but they're dragging their feet. The lawsuit is just ... whatever. I'm not really involved in it. I just want to put the whole thing behind me."
The mood had turned somber and I decided to try and lift it by pointing to Ryan. "Wanna beer?"
He shrugged and glanced at Dawn. "Sure."
"I'll get them," Dawn offered and headed into the kitchen.
Appropriate or not, the detour into Adrienne's father's death had wiped away the initial nerves of meeting me again, and the big guy seemed to relax. He sat down on the opposite couch while I sank down with Adrienne. And we started chatting about our orientation days. Dawn, Adrienne, and I had all gone together — meeting up with Gwen and Robin as well — while Ryan had gone to a transfer student orientation.
Then Dawn returned with the beers, four in all. She handed two to me and let me pass one over to Adrienne before turning to her boyfriend.
"Thanks, babe," Ryan turned and smiled, and this time his eyes dropped to Dawn's exposed cleavage as she bent over to hand him the beer.
I felt a brief twinge of jealousy but calmed my nerves. He had every right to check out his own girlfriend, and he'd been remarkably restrained in checking out mine. I remembered back to something Dawn had told me long ago: that Ryan genuinely believed in the "Bro Code", which ruled that he couldn't hit on girls who were taken. My absence from NorCal had blurred that a bit with Dawn, but he really was a good guy. And I remembered his efforts to remove himself from the picture last Thanksgiving weekend, despite the fact that he was madly in love with Dawn. And now that we were here, I found that I couldn't really think negatively of him. If anything, he was the victim here, having to face a guy he knew his girlfriend had feelings for.
Speaking of which...
"So Ryan?" Adrienne asked, just making conversation. "What have you been up to all summer?"
"Oh, my dad works for a building construction company. I've been working part time and they gave me a full-time job for the summer."
"Construction?" Adrienne's eyes lit up, but I was pleased to see there was no sexual arousal in my girlfriend's gaze. "You mean like hard hats and I-beams and jackhammers?"
Ryan blushed. "Yeah. Although I'm not that useful. I'm afraid of heights."
"Really?" Adrienne giggled.
The big guy shrugged and I felt myself relaxing even further. For everything the guy had going for him, he certainly wasn't macho or arrogant. Then politely he asked, "How about you?"
"Oh," Adrienne's hazel eyes flickered to me and Dawn. "Honestly, I spent the first month just getting over my dad. The last month was getting ready to come here. And of course, in the middle, we all went to summer camp."
"Oh, right." Ryan's eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched. All that relaxation we'd been doing for ten minutes was wiped away in an instant.
I wasn't the only one to notice. "Ryan, babe..." Dawn stroked his arm.
He just exhaled slowly and then fixed his gaze on me. "Right, summer camp. Just so you know, Ben. Dawn told me ... everything ... I think."
I darted my eyes to Dawn. The look in her eyes told me she HAD pretty much told him everything, but there was an extra guilt in her gaze that almost no one else in the world would have been able to see. I knew the look. It was the same kind of look Dawn would give her mom when she'd confess almost all the shenanigans she and I had gotten into as kids. What it meant was that while Dawn had been honest with Ryan about our sexual activities, she'd deliberately held back just a few things; and I was pretty sure I knew what those were.
So I took a deep breath and looked Ryan dead in the eye. I was a bad liar but I didn't have to attempt one. "It was a pretty emotional few weeks."
"But you did sleep with her," Ryan set his jaw and his muscles tensed.
I nodded. No sense in trying to cover up that part. "It was a part of our relationship. And Dawn said you expected we would."
He sighed, some of the tension melting away with my frank admission and absolute lack of trying to hide it. "Expected, yes. But hoped? Well, I kinda hoped you wouldn't. And I have to admit, Ben, it's kinda hard to sit here and look at you knowing what you did to my girl."
An old tension surged in me. "And you think it was easy for me to see you sleep with her last Thanksgiving?"
Ryan's teeth were bared, but more in a grimace than anything menacing as he looked away. For all his noble intentions, the guy didn't have a moral leg to stand on given what he'd been doing with Dawn while she was still technically MY girlfriend. Dawn started stroking his arm again and Adrienne gripped my hand as well, both girls trying to will their boyfriends into calming down.
I steeled my spine. "Look, Ryan. Let's just get all the cards out on the table right now. Dawn is living here which means we're going to be seeing a lot of each other. And this house is too small and Dawn too important to the both of us for there to be this awkward tension."
Ryan clenched his jaw but nodded.
"Sex was a part of Dawn's and my relationship, but we've both decided that it doesn't have to be anymore. I'm sure she's told you that herself. She's your girlfriend now, Ryan, and I respect that."
I stopped to let that sink in. Ryan was breathing a little harder than normal, but he met my gaze and nodded. "She still loves you."
"And I'll always love her," I replied. "But Dawn's my best friend, not my lover anymore. That's a boundary we won't cross, I promise you. I'm IN love with Adrienne, here." I squeezed my girlfriend's hand and smiled at her.
He exhaled and tried to work his mind around these things that he had intellectually known for some time, but never had to really face live and in-person until right now. "How am I supposed to feel about you, Ben? I don't know that I can ever be totally comfortable seeing you and Dawn together."
"Do you love her?"
"Yes," he said softly and reached over to touch Dawn's hand where she was still rubbing his shoulder.
I sighed. "You once told me that if I let her go, you wouldn't want to give her back. Here we are. The choice is yours."
Ryan took a deep breath. "No. It's not."
I furrowed my eyebrows, not understanding.
"All cards on the table, right?" Ryan asked before turning to Dawn, holding both her hands with his and staring her dead in the eyes. "Dawn, the choice is yours. I love you. I know you're not in love with me, but I know you care about me and I still see the potential in 'us'. But I don't want to be trapped in a relationship if you don't really want to be with me."
I saw the constriction in Dawn's chest and the tension in her jaw. Her eyes clicked back and forth staring into Ryan's penetrating gaze.
"So Ben's right there, Dawn," Ryan said softly. "For the first time in a long while, you're looking at the both of us at the same time. It's no longer a choice between a live me and a phantom soul mate 500-miles away. I need to know: Do you want to be with me?"
Dawn didn't have to look at me. We'd made our own choices together already. She merely took one deep breath, squeezed Ryan's hands, and said firmly, "Yes. I do."
Ryan couldn't help but feel elated when she said that. Hurriedly, he jerked on her hands and grabbed his girlfriend's head, planting his lips on hers and sealing them together in a passionate kiss. All of Ryan's desperate love and fear poured out at the same time as he lost himself in the one girl he'd fallen HARD for.
I kept waiting for jealousy to kick in, but it didn't. Sure, the selfish part of me would have liked to have BOTH Adrienne and Dawn (hell, and Brandi and Dayna and every other chick I could get my hands on), but life doesn't work that way.
Actually, I felt happy for the pair of them. Except for his initial pursuit of Dawn, Ryan had never given me any reason to think he was a bad guy. He obviously was in love with her and a part of me rejoiced for a fellow man getting the girl he loved. And I felt happy for Dawn. She deserved this happiness. She deserved the love and attention I couldn't give her.
Some might say I'm just crazy. Some question why I'd ever have let Dawn go in the first place. Well, it's BECAUSE I still loved her. I loved Dawn so much that I valued her happiness over my own selfish desires. Brooke said it once: If you take away the romance, Dawn and I are still siblings. I loved her so much I could be her friend and watch her make out with another man, the way I might watch Brooke go make out with Kenta. Because that was what Dawn needed right then and there.
Things were the way they were supposed to be, at least for now.
Presently, Dawn broke apart from the kiss and I could see the flush in her skin, the desire in her eyes. And I knew exactly what it meant. Sure enough, my lifelong best friend turned to me and Adrienne with a naughty smile. "Uh, I think I'm going to go drive Ryan home now, okay?"
I chuckled and nodded. Adrienne chirped, "Have fun you two."
Dawn stood up and pulled her boyfriend with her. Ryan at least had the sense of politeness to stop and turn back, saying, "It was nice to meet you, Adrienne. Ben, see you later."
And then a giggling Dawn practically dragged Ryan out the door.
After the door closed, Adrienne squeezed my hand again and grinned. "They do make a cute couple."
I sighed and stared at the door. Blonde, blue-eyed, both gorgeous. Yeah, they were the perfect American couple. "That Ryan's quite the hunk, isn't he?"
Adrienne shrugged. "I've got all the man I would ever want right here," she replied while running her fingers around my face. "And you know, that gleam in Dawn's eyes put a few ideas into my head."
"Do tell..." I arched an eyebrow and smiled at my own gorgeous girlfriend.
"Mmm..." Adrienne stood up and pulled me with her. "I'm thinking I want my boyfriend to fuck me within an inch of my life and see if we can pull off a trifecta. What do you say to that?"
Yeah. Things were the way they were supposed to be.
"So what do you want to do tonight?" Adrienne squeezed my hand as we walked down the sidewalk. We'd finished our last day of Orientation and I'd pulled my girlfriend away to a little café for an impromptu dinner date. "We could catch a movie. You know we never did watch 'Signs' when it came out."
I shrugged. "I dunno. 'Unbreakable' turned out to be a dud."
"But this one did a lot better at the box office."
I smirked. "I've got plans."
"Plans?" Adrienne arched her eyebrow at me. By the time I was done, I was going to have every girl around me arching their eyebrows if they could.
I chuckled. "Yes, plans. I am capable of making plans you know."
"Okay. What are we doing?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I nearly giggled.
"Bennn..."
"Hey, payback's a bitch. Isn't it?"
Adrienne just growled. For once, SHE was the one who didn't know what was going on. But I didn't want to put her in a bad mood, either. Not after all the positive feelings I'd engendered with the impromptu dinner.
"Relax. Trust me, Adrienne."
My girlfriend sighed and then gripped my hand. I knew she trusted me. We then chatted idly until we made it back home, Adrienne too wrapped up in her mental curiosity over my "plans" to really talk about anything deep.
At least she didn't have to wait long. We both heard the moans coming from behind our bedroom door well before we got to it. And by the time I opened the door wide with a flourish, Adrienne was already breathing hard in anticipation.
There, on top of our bed, was a fully naked Brandi, lying flat on her back. An equally naked Dayna was straddling my sister's face and oriented to lean down and fondle Brandi's upright tits. And between my sister's legs, happily tonguing the sweet bare-shaven pussy, was a naked Dawn.
I squeezed Adrienne's hand and grinned. "One last chance to party before school starts. One last chance for all five of us before friends and boyfriends really get into town."
"Good plan, Ben," she giggled. And then squealing with glee, Adrienne dropped my hand and ran forward, already stripping off her own clothes.
As I sort of expected, Adrienne wound up going straight for Dayna. In a few short days, the two stacked blondes had found a lot in common with each other and their personalities meshed well. The two girls could talk about fashion or boys or any random topic for hours on end if we'd let them. And of course, they both LOVED sex. My girlfriend practically tackled Dayna off my sister's face and the two of them quickly had their lips pressed together while Dayna helped strip Adrienne of the rest of her clothing. Standing up, Adrienne got naked and then they moved over to the day bed.
Meanwhile, I more sedately pulled off my clothing and meandered over toward the full-size bed where Brandi was focused on directing Dawn's head between her thighs. At first, I was tempted to move myself over to Dawn and plunge my rigid dick into her from behind. But I quickly shut down that temptation. We'd set boundaries and I was determined to follow them. Sure, we both probably wanted to fuck each other's brains out, but for the sake of her relationship with Ryan and the sake of MY relationship with Adrienne, we wouldn't tempt ourselves. So oddly enough, even though Brandi was my natural sister and Adrienne an adopted sister, it was unrelated-Dawn who was off-limits to me in this particular orgy.
So I stopped just behind Dawn, leaned down, and pressed my lips to the back of her neck. I pecked her skin with a soft tenderness just to let her know I was there, and that while I might have wanted to plunge myself inside her, I wouldn't. We were still intimately connected, but ... platonic.
Moving to the other end of the bed, I stroked myself a few times before kneeling next to my sister's head, offering up my cock. And then I reached my hand to stroke through Brandi's hair, tracing her blonde highlights while she eagerly sucked her brother's dick. Dawn looked up at me, pausing to smile before resuming her cunnilingus on my sister. I looked right back at her, and we both shared a quiet moment, losing ourselves in each other's eyes.
That beginning set the tone for the rest of the night. Dawn and I never touched each other again. But in a way, we still made love through the girls between us.
We started with Dawn sitting back against the headboard, Brandi on all fours eating her out while I shafted my sister's cunt from behind. I noted the spot where Dawn started cumming. I found myself with an uncontrollable desire to sniff that spot later in the night to see if I could smell her familiar scent of arousal. And after Dawn had her orgasm, I watched the blue fire light up in her eyes as she stared rather intensely at me, cramming Brandi's face a little harder against her crotch while she imagined it was my cock slamming into her over and over and over again.
"Fuck me..." Dawn mouthed. "Fuck me..."
Harder and harder I pounded Brandi, my pelvis jarring my sister's body with each rhythmic impact. "Oh, fuck," I grunted as I felt my orgasm welling up inside me. And then with a final lunge I slammed forward and began spewing my load into... her...
I watched Dawn's eyes close as she lolled her head back and moaned in orgasm. "Fuuuuuuck..." I watched the tension in her throat as she quivered in ecstasy. And I imagined she could feel each spurt of cum jetting into her body. Perhaps she was imagining it too.
But the reality was that she couldn't feel it. She couldn't even taste it. Part of our new agreement to keep things platonic was that Dawn wouldn't even seek out my cum. To suck me out of Adrienne or anyone else would be "sexual contact"; and if Dawn was really going to commit to her relationship with Ryan, she couldn't let herself do that anymore.
Perhaps it was fitting then that it was my girlfriend Adrienne who returned, promptly rolled Brandi over, and dived her face between my sister's legs to slurp out all my jism. And that left Dawn and I just staring at each other, recovering from our orgasms, thinking of what could have been.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
But then Dayna rolled me onto my back, knocking me away from my view of Dawn's beautiful post-orgasmic body. Instead I now saw her big sister's beautiful post-orgasmic body, all flushed skin and happy glow. Dayna had my dick in her mouth, sucking like a vacuum and bobbing her head up and down to rapidly bring me back to hardness. This process was made much faster when the busty blonde sandwiched my cock in her double-D tits, wrapping me up in warm titflesh and fucking me with her chest. And soon the one cock amongst four hot babes was recharged and ready to go.
It was my turn to grab Dayna and roll her onto her back. Then grabbing her ankles, I lifted them up and wrapped the blonde bombshell's legs around my waist before gripping her hips and ramming my dick into her juicing cunt in a single thrust. And Dayna had just barely stopped her first scream when little sister Dawn climbed aboard, straddling Dayna's face to continue getting orally serviced.
That also put Dawn's face just inches away from my own. It would be so ... easy ... to kiss her. And it was certainly tempting. But this was our test. This was our first chance to prove we could handle the boundaries of our relationship, and I wasn't going to fail her now.
So Dawn and I stared at each other from just inches away, watching the contortions of ecstasy crossing each other's face. And I stared into her eyes while feeling the tight contractions of Dayna's cunt clenching around my pistoning rod.
"Eat me..." Dawn groaned. "Eat me..." And then her eyes half-closed and she grimaced as a fresh orgasm swept through her.
It was so ... delicious ... to watch Dawn cumming, to see the pleasure in her eyes right in front of me even though I wasn't touching her. Her chest heaved, her big tits wobbling enticingly and beckoning my hands and lips to latch on. But I just turned that desire into extra energy to fuck Dayna even harder.
Presently, Dawn came down from her high and then urged, "Switch with me, Ben."
I arched an eyebrow, not totally understanding. But I followed my best friend's words and gingerly slid out of Dayna's sopping wet pussy while Dawn dismounted her sister's face. Below us, Dayna was gasping for oxygen and trembling from the latest orgasm I'd given her. Then Dawn moved around to take over tonguing her sister's snatch; little sis had been on the receiving end long enough.
That left Dayna beckoning me to her, holding up her big tits for my perusal. She'd fucked me with her breasts to get me hard to begin with. Now I straddled her chest and lay my shaft in her cleavage to finish myself off. "Fuck my tits, Ben. Fuck these big puppies and cum all over them. Cum on my face and spray on my big boobies!"
Well, if the lady really WANTED me to, I supposed I could oblige. Grinning, I began the short thrusting and held her breasts together in my own hands while she alternately whimpered from the pleasure Dawn was giving her and also sucked on my mushroom head whenever it popped through her tunnel of titflesh.
"So nice, Dayna," I groaned. "Your tits are so fantastic. I loved fucking these tits two years ago. I missed seeing you these past couple of years at camp. I would have given you the greatest orgasms."
"Oh, Ben! Anytime!" Dayna gasped. "We'll make up for the time away. If you see me in the hallway and you want a piece of ass, just throw me to the floor and take me. Bend me over the couch and ream me out. Squat on my chest and hose down my big titties. Fuck me anytime, anywhere, in any hole! Fuck I'm gonna love having you for a roommate!"
My mind was swirling while Dayna egged me on, her words shooting straight from my ears down to my dick. I didn't last much longer than that. By the time the 20-year-old bombshell started groaning, "Do it! Cum on my face. Spray all over me!" I pretty much lost it.
"Arrghh!" I grunted while gripping her breasts tightly and thrusting uncontrollably through her mammaries. My whole body jerked as if I'd been electrocuted, and I gasped, "Fuck!" while my balls began to evacuate their load.
One ropy string of jism shot out and splattered against Dayna's forehead, painting down the eyelid and onto her right cheek. I jerked again and a second shot ran from her chin down her throat as she angled her head away to scream in ecstasy. And then I lifted my dick from her cleavage and aimed the damn thing downward as I emptied out the rest of my cum all over her chest, coating Dayna's big, round tits with creamy globs that splattered pretty much everywhere.
"Cumming!" Dayna screamed. "I'm cumming! Ben's cumming! On meeee!!!"
The sound of her ecstatic cries actually made me squeeze out another shot, painting her right nipple.
I was actually done spunking my load onto Dayna's boobs before she stopped screaming. Turned on by the feeling of my cum splattering her plus Dawn's expert tongue and finger work below had her climaxing constantly for almost five minutes it seemed. And when the gorgeous older babe finally went limp on the mattress beneath me, Dawn merely picked her head up and called to Brandi and Adrienne, "Come clean her up!"
Then Dawn and I moved out the way, sharing knowing smiles as my sister and girlfriend promptly pounced onto Dayna and began slurping jism off her tits with their tongues.
Dawn raised her hand up to mine, palm outward and fingers extended up. Instinctively I knew what to do and raised my hand to match hers, lining them up together. But our hands didn't quite touch; the palms never got closer than half an inch apart. And Dawn smiled as she realized that no matter what else we were going through, we were still on the same wavelength together.
And still with our hands just a fraction of an inch apart, Dawn beamed at me with brilliant blue eyes. "Come on. There's one more girl to go. Let's figure out how we can double-team Adrienne.."
52 New Friends l
AUGUST 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
Dawn had been my best friend for most of my life; but except for a month at camp every year, she hadn't really functioned as my best friend since my family had left the Bay Area.
That all changed now that we were back at school.
It was like being at camp again. After breakfast the first day of school, Dawn showed up dressed to hike across campus. We said goodbye to Adrienne, who didn't have an 8am class, headed out for our very first day of college, and more or less spent the entire day together. We chatted constantly. We shared witty observations about everything going on around us. And we generally had a good time.
Well... before lunch, that is. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Dawn and I both were majoring in Business, with a target to get into the Undergraduate Program at Haas School of Business our Junior years. The Undergraduate Program was very highly rated and a pretty small program within the larger University. Even though the total Freshman enrollment at Berkeley was over 9,000, there were less than 125 students per grade in the program. So while not all of those freshman would be applying, Dawn and I would have to be among the best to get in. And part of our planning meant that we would be having a lot of classes together.
"Excited?" Dawn asked me on the way up the hill to Cheit Hall.
"Nervous, more like it," I frowned. "I haven't seriously paid attention in a class since first semester Senior Year."
Dawn laughed and squeezed my shoulder. "Relax. It's just like riding a bike."
Note to self: Studying for business is NOTHING like riding a bike. More to the point, a college lecture is NOTHING like high school. First of all, no high school class lasts for an hour-and-a-half. Especially not at 8am. I'm not a big coffee drinker, but I was thinking I was going to have to become one to survive college.
Dawn did her best to keep me awake, but I rapidly found myself zoning out as my pen began a slow, uncontrolled drift to the right of my notebook. Not the greatest start to my college career if you ask me.
Pain suddenly blossomed in my right hand. I jerked upright in my chair, gritting my teeth as I realized just in time that I probably shouldn't scream in a filled auditorium. With wide eyes, I looked down at my hand, half-expecting to find it severed at the wrist with blood spurting out of it like a fountain.
But my hand was still attached. And there was no blood. There was a little blue ink on the back of my hand, relatively between the third and fourth knuckles. And Dawn was just removing her ball-point pen, the sharp conical metal tip gleaming like a surgical instrument.
I glared at her. 'The fuck?' I mouthed with a hateful look in my eyes.
She smiled prettily. 'You're awake, aren't you?' she mouthed right back.
I grumped and turned back to face the front, ready to take more notes. But soon enough I began fading once again. And there were three ink marks in my hand before class finished.
When the professor finally dismissed us, only then did I really come alive, as if the physical act of standing reminded my entire body that yes, it was daytime and consciousness is the order of the day. I packed my binder and hoisted my backpack over my shoulder, sighing, "Why do I feel like I didn't learn a damn thing? Even when I was paying attention it just seemed like he was talking about the very basics of a company."
Dawn giggled and headed for the door.
The guy to my left piped up while getting up from his seat. "Don't worry. The only thing important on the first day is that you pick up the syllabus and know what your homework is. Nothing in today's lecture will matter in another two weeks."
I turned and arched an eyebrow to the tall but skinny Asian guy with black wire- rimmed glasses and spiked hair while the two of us headed out the door. "Wanna bet on that? My sister tells me some of these professors have a sadistic reputation of throwing the most random crap into the exams later on. What's our reading assignment, the first three chapters? Five bucks says that stuff is on the first midterm."
He grinned. "Ooh, a gambling man. Sure thing." He put his hand out. "Robert Kim. Everyone but my mom calls me 'Bert'."
"Ben. Good to meet you." I shook his hand.
"Dawn Evans. Hi." Dawn had rejoined us and thrust her hand out. But Bert Kim just popped his eyes wide open, gawking rather obviously at the breathtakingly beautiful blonde by my side.
"Uhh ... uhh..." Bert stammered.
I leaned in with a smile. "Shake her hand, dumbass."
"Right." Only now did Bert drag his eyes off her picture perfect face and the swell of her bosom to notice that her hand was out. He grabbed it and shook it a little weakly, clearly still rather overwhelmed by Dawn's beauty.
Feeling just a little smug, I slipped my hand into Dawn's and squeezed before turning back to Bert. "Catch you later."
"Uh, bye..." Bert said, his eyes still on Dawn.
She giggled and then the two of us headed off. Once we were out of earshot, Dawn squeezed my hand and leaned into me. "You enjoyed that."
I shrugged. "What? You didn't?"
Dawn giggled. Like any beautiful girl, she didn't exactly mind having her ego stroked by another dumbstruck boy. "I can't help it if a guy thinks I'm pretty. But it seemed like you were taking ... credit ... or something."
"Sure. Having you next to me is very good for my reputation."
"But I'm not even your girlfriend!"
"I didn't claim you were. We're just friends ... holding hands."
Dawn smirked. "We'll see if you're still holding my hand when Ryan joins us."
I laughed. It was 11am and we'd made plans to rendezvous with Gwen Tannenbaum and Robin Aldrin at a Bongo Burger for lunch. As Dawn's high school friends, they planned to continue the friendship now that they were all going to college together. Yeah, there were a few acquaintances from my old high school attending as well, but no one from my crew except for Adrienne and no one I'd go out of my way to meet up with.
Ryan was going to hustle across campus to join us for lunch, but he'd probably be late since he had a greater distance to cross. Unfortunately, Adrienne had an 11am class and wouldn't be able to meet up with us. She'd made plans to hook up with Dayna and Brandi and some of their friends for lunch, and I'd see my girlfriend again at dinner.
We'd just made it to Bancroft Way when a flirtatious voice called out. "Well, well ... wouldn't Ryan love to see you two now?"
Dawn and I turned at the same time to see Gwen and Robin walking up behind us. Gwen was giggling and pointing at our joined hands. The pretty dirty-blonde was wearing a Cal Bear's football T-shirt and short-shorts with flat white Keds shoes. Robin just rolled her eyes behind her stylishly-retro black plastic glasses, the attractive but aloof brunette in a simple green polo shirt and shorts.
At first, I made to let go of Dawn's hand but she held on firm. "Hey guys." Then she held up our hands together. "This? This is called 'holding hands'. You should try it sometime. It's not like we're fucking."
"Yet..." Gwen giggled.
"Lay off, Gwen," Robin admonished her friend, slapping her friend's arm.
"Seriously," I piped up. "We're just friends. I'm more likely to screw Robin than Dawn."
Robin's eyes flew open, her brown irises going wide. I grinned and now it was Gwen's turn to slap her arm while laughing. Dawn laughed as well as she finally released me and moved between her two school friends and looped her arms through both of theirs. "C'mon, let's go. I'm hungry," Dawn urged.
As a group, we dodged the multitude of people hanging out on Telegraph Ave., ranging from students to tie-dyed hippies to rastas and to the homeless. Growing up in Orange County, I wasn't used to seeing random people looking stoned out of their minds as they literally sat on the sidewalk outside some of the various stores lining both sides of the street. I led the way while the three girls were chatting just behind me, engrossed in their conversation.
We had just reached Channing Way when I glanced down the sidewalk to the right and something caught my attention. There was a group of Residence Halls down that way, and presently I saw what looked like a young schoolgirl being accosted by a pretty scruffy looking guy. "Let go of me you jerk!" the girl yelled in a high-pitched voice.
There were at least ten other people in the vicinity, most of them looking over at the commotion but none of them showing the slightest inclination to get involved.
Dawn and the girls came up behind me. Ordinarily, I would have crossed the street at least fifteen seconds earlier, and Dawn immediately noticed that I wasn't moving. "Ben? What is it?" she asked.
Just then, Scruffy reached out and smacked the little girl, sending her stumbling backwards and holding her own cheek even though he was still gripping her right wrist. "C'mon, bitch. You're fucking asking for it!"
"HEY!" I yelled, belatedly realizing that I'd already taken off running towards them. "Leave her alone!"
"The fuck are you?" Scruffy turned and glared at me.
"Let go of her!" I called while slowing up as I got within twenty feet of them. The guy's posture had changed and I started to relax. No matter how much a bully, almost anyone would back off from doing anything stupid while they had a public audience.
Yeah, well, not this guy. "None of your fucking business, asshole!" Scruffy yelled at me. And then for good measure he turned and slapped the girl again, this time sending her sprawling face-down onto the sidewalk.
"Hey!" I ran forward again, this time reaching the guy just as he turned to take a swing at me. I twisted away from the punch and ran straight into him. It was a pathetic tackle, but one strong enough to send us both to the ground.
I wound up on top of him, pinning the guy down just as I felt a thick boot smack into my ribs from the side, knocking my breath away and rolling me onto my back.
Ah, SHIT. Scruffy had a friend, and Scruffy Two was pulling his leg back for another kick while I desperately looked around to see if anyone else was coming to join in. Ten faces stared back, none of them approaching.
Great. Where the hell were Adrienne and her pointed heels when I needed them?
The second kick exploded agony up my side but I rolled away and got back to my feet, hunched over in pain. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the girl running back down the sidewalk where Dawn was hurriedly gesturing for her to approach. But just as I started to try and back away I saw that Scruffy One was throwing another punch at my head.
I dodged mostly out of the way and managed to land a punch to the guy's kidneys, but he collapsed onto me and sent us both to the ground again. I grunted in pain and annoyance as my back slammed onto the unforgiving concrete. If I was going to keep getting into fights like this, I should probably learn what the hell I was doing. Especially since they always seemed to turn into awkward wrestling matches instead of like in a boxing ring. And especially since I always seemed to be losing. Scruffy One was trying to hold me down with his left arm so he could keep punching me with his right; and I wasn't doing a very good job of fending him off.
"Move outta the way, man," a growling voice said somewhere above me. "Lemme kick him again."
Scruffy One rolled off me, leaving me gasping for air and bracing for another kick to the ribs. It wasn't even Scruffy Two getting ready to kick me, it was a third guy. Ah, DOUBLE SHIT.
But just when I thought I was in for a world of hurt, Scruffy Three's body went flying to my left and Scruffy One turned around just in time to get viciously punched and land on his ass right beside me.
I looked up. "Ryan?" I grunted.
Dawn's muscled 6'2" boyfriend loomed over Scruffy One, kicking him again before leaning over and landing another vicious punch right to the guy's chin. Ryan then pointed at me and said, "Hold him down!"
I nodded and rolled over, putting my knee over the guy's neck and growling at him to stay put. He wasn't going anywhere, dazed as he was from Ryan's last punch.
Meanwhile, Ryan went over to Scruffy Two and started kicking the shit out of him as well.
Two minutes later, a police car screeched to a halt just off the curb and male and female cops ran around with guns drawn. "Back off, boys!" the female barked.
Immediately my hands went up and I backed away, leaving Scruffy One gasping for air on the ground. Scruffy Two had been soundly bruised and battered by Ryan, and he similarly stayed flat on his back with no intention of moving. And Ryan himself put up his hands and backed away.
On the other hand, Scruffy Three chose that moment to try and make a run for it, scrambling to his feet and sprinting down the sidewalk.
"Hey!" the male cop took off after Scruffy Three, yelling, "Stop or I WILL shoot!"
Scruffy Three didn't bother stopping, but he did turn his head around to check if he was being pursued. And then looking the wrong way, he promptly tripped over the next uneven crack in the sidewalk, sprawling flat on his face. The cop was quickly on him, a knee in the back while pulling his hands around to be cuffed.
I sighed and looked back to Dawn, who was holding on to the little schoolgirl. But now that I got a better look at her, she wasn't quite as young as I'd initially thought. 5'2", with dark auburn hair in twin pigtails, she looked very familiar somehow. Her slender face was dominated by deep blue eyes, and her dainty features were accented by elfin-pointed ears. Despite her petite stature, I'd have guessed she was at least a late teen. And her outfit wasn't exactly standard school uniform, either: knee-high socks with black saddle shoes, plaid skirt, white blouse, and black necktie. But she very much seemed ... for lack of a better word ... slutty. This was a college-aged kid dressed up like a Catholic schoolgirl fantasy.
And now that the imminent threat was over, she darted out of Dawn's grasp and went straight to me, flinging her arms around me and crying, "Thank you!"
I moved to hug her back but the idea of a cop with a gun nearby made me hesitate. So I just kept my arms up while the pretty and petite redhead kept holding me.
Oh, this was going to make for quite the story when I told Adrienne.
"You okay?" Ryan looked over from his seat next to me in an interrogation room at the police station. I'd never actually been in an interrogation room and the very concept made me rather nervous. But they hadn't separated us, which I thought was a good sign.
"I think so," I replied. "My ribs are kind of sore, but I think I'll be alright."
"Mind if I take a look?" He pointed.
I arched an eyebrow with a question in my gaze. "You a personal trainer or something?"
He laughed. "No. I've just been in a scrap or two in my life."
"I could tell. You actually seemed like you knew what you were doing." I lifted my shirt and let Ryan poke around my ribs, where the skin had already begun darkening with bruises.
Sometimes his fingers hurt, but he studied me coolly before pulling away. "Should be fine. Nothing's broken. I don't think there's anything wrong internally. You'll be stiff, but okay." He smirked. "Tell Adrienne to take it easy on you for a few days."
I grinned right back, getting the implication. "Or maybe the girlfriend will want to reward the hero."
Ryan chuckled. "I certainly hope so." A gleam came into his eye and then almost immediately he shut it down. "Well, I mean..." he stammered nervously.
"Relax," I waved. "I told you: Dawn and I are friends. Let her reward you all she wants. Besides, you did all the work. I was just a punching bag."
"Maybe..." Ryan raised both eyebrows. "But that little redhead in the schoolgirl outfit certainly gives you all the credit for rescuing her in the first place."
I blushed. But the door opened before I could reply and a man in a suit and tie walked in. "Hello boys. I'm Detective Wallace and I just need to get a statement from you both."
Ryan frowned. "Then what's with the room and the one-way glass?" he asked, pointing to the mirror at the far wall.
Detective Wallace smiled. "Well, the three other men in the fight are trying to claim you made an unprovoked attack on them while they were asking Miss Jacobsen for directions."
"What?" I blurted.
"Relax," Wallace patted his hands downward in the air. "There were several witnesses around who said otherwise, and those three are locals that we've had some trouble with before. But I WILL be recording your statements to see if anything doesn't match up. Shall we begin?"
I glanced at Ryan and almost in unison we sighed and sagged back into our chairs. Then my stomach growled rather loudly. I could really use that Bongo Burger right now.
It didn't take very long. Once Ryan explained he didn't arrive on the scene until after the fight had started, most of the questions got directed to me. I answered them as best I could without rambling and Detective Wallace was pretty assured that everything lined up with what the other witnesses had said. We were released and thanked for our assistance in catching the bad guys.
The girls were all waiting for us when we got out. All of them. Meaning: the little redhead, too.
Dawn took one look at me and smiled warmly before going straight to her boyfriend and giving him a big hug. I was still a little surprised to see the redhead with our friends and even more surprised when she ran straight up and literally launched herself at me. I caught her and staggered as she wrapped her legs around my waist and clutched my neck like her life depended on it. But all I could do was groan in pain as her legs hit my ribs. "Ohh-unnngh!" I gritted my teeth.
"Oh! Sorry! Sorry! Are you hurt?" The girl immediately dropped to the ground and started clucking over my waist, lifting up my shirt while I tried to fend her off in embarrassment.
"Hey! Hey!" I screeched. "I make it a point not to let a girl strip me when I don't even know her name!"
"Oh! Sorry! I'm Paige! And thank-you-thank-you-thank-you for coming to my rescue! Now are you hurt?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just ... try not to hit my ribs again."
"Sorry!" And then the redhead promptly hugged me again, this time trying to reach her arms higher up around my chest, not easy since she was only 5'2". In the end, she still banged against one of my bruises, but I just grimaced and tried not to show that I was in pain.
"You okay?" I asked and patted her back.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." She pulled away and I was able to see that she had a shiner of her own just under her left eye. And now that I got a better look at her face, I was struck again by how familiar she looked.
Holding her at arms length, I studied the deep blue eyes and facial structure while asking softly, "Do I know you from somewhere?"
Now it was her turn to study my face. "Umm, I don't think so." Then she blushed. "Unless we met at a party somewhere," she giggled.
I frowned and shook my head. Then I asked. "So, what happened back there? Why were those guys grabbing you?"
"Ugh!" Paige humphed. "I met one of them at a house party two days ago. I flirted some and he flirted back. When he saw me again today he wanted me to go to his apartment but I refused. He didn't exactly like the way I turned him down."
I arched an eyebrow. "And exactly how was that?" I asked in curiosity.
Paige blushed, her pale skin turning bright pink which only brought out the red in her hair. "I said something on the lines of, 'A flaccid loser like you wouldn't know what to do with me in an apartment.'"
My jaw dropped. That was quite a mouthful to be hearing out of such a young and innocent-looking girl. Then when she giggled cutely I was even more struck by the contrast. Hell, this girl looked younger than Brooke.
My stomach growled again and that got Dawn's attention. "Hungry, boys?" she turned and asked. Both Ryan and I looked at her and nodded. Dawn pointed to where Gwen and Robin were standing five feet away with takeout bags from a taco joint just down the street from the police station.
"It's not Bongo Burger," Dawn shrugged. "But it'll have to do. I think you've both got to get to class in less than twenty minutes."
I checked my watch. Shit. NOT a good start to my college career. I hustled over to Robin and took the nearest bag. I didn't know what was in it but it would have to do. Ryan grabbed a bag from Gwen.
"Wait!" Paige called from behind me. "Before you go, at least gimme your number!" She pulled a slim silver cell phone out of her tiny purse and immediately started tapping keys.
I shrugged halfway to biting into a burrito and rapidly spat out my cell number. She typed it in and then five seconds later, my own cell phone blared to life in my pocket.
Paige grinned. "That's me. Promise me you'll save the number."
"Umm, uh-huh," I managed to mumble around a mouthful of carne asada.
The cute redhead bounced while her blue eyes twinkled. "Great! I'll call you. I'll have to find some way to reward my hero."
My eyes popped open. But the pixie-ish girl already had spun away and run out the door.
Okaaaay...
But I didn't have time to worry about Paige right now. I had to wolf down more food and get to class.
"What happened?" Adrienne looked dismayed as she immediately took notice of the bruises on my face, and my girlfriend jumped off the couch and hustled her way over to me. I barely had time to set my backpack down before she physically yanked me around and onto the couch, no doubt causing even MORE damage, and then started clucking over me like a mother hen.
Dayna just furrowed her eyebrows and looked over at us, her conversation with Adrienne now long forgotten. And Brandi poked her head out of the kitchen where she'd been making dinner for all of us.
"I, uh, got into a fight," I managed to say, wincing more out of fear for Adrienne's reaction than my own physical pain.
"WHAT?" My girlfriend barked. "How?"
I sighed. Brandi quit whatever she was doing in the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishtowel the same way our mother always did. Dayna just leaned forward and braced her elbows on her knees. And Dawn, who had arrived home along with me, just shrugged and gestured to me. Yeah, nothing was going to happen in this house until I explained.
So I told them the story. You'd think it wouldn't take very long. If I was explaining to guys the whole thing probably would have taken less than five minutes. But with a concerned girlfriend, a concerned big sister, and an older girl who just wanted details, it took FOREVER.
Plus, Dawn started adding her own commentary about what she and the girls were doing at the police station while Ryan and I were giving our statements. But then the girls wanted to start all over from the beginning so they could get Dawn's side of the story, all the way back when I first took off running to stop the scruffy guys in the first place.
My stomach growled again. Note to self: Don't get into fights. Why? Because you never get to eat when you want to.
Eventually, we got to have dinner and then spread out around the house to do our homework and assigned reading. Since it was the first day of class, we were all earnestly dedicated to doing well and studying hard. It remained to be seen just how dedicated we would still be in another couple of months once the novelty of a new class wore off and new motivations would be required. But for now, we all studied hard.
And then around 11pm, I finally finished up and went to take a shower, eager to just crawl into bed and pass out. My body was exhausted from the fight and a full day and my mind was exhausted from the first extended studying I'd done in a LONG time. Adrienne had finished up before me and I was looking forward to just crawling into bed beside her and spooning until the sun came back up.
But my girlfriend had other ideas. I emerged from the bathroom wearing just a towel around my waist and silently headed into my bedroom. Adrienne had been dozing in bed beneath the covers when I left her to shower, and I'd been expecting her in the same position when I returned.
She was still in bed, but she wasn't in the same position. She was fully awake now, sitting up in bed while wearing my black button-down dress shirt with white pinstripes. The long hem covered her hips, teasing me with the possibility that she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the shirt. And the smile on her face offered a whole world of possibilities.
But I was tired. "Adrienne, I'm exhausted."
"That's okay, Ben. I'm happy to do all the work," she smiled seductively. "Besides, my man deserves a reward for what you did today."
"No reward necessary. I love you, Adrienne," I exhaled.
Her eyes twinkled and a smirk tugged at the right corner of her lips. "Then let me put it this way. Knowing my man got into a fight to protect a young girl's honor is really, really arousing. You've got me horny Ben, and I need you to help me out."
Adrienne knew just how to get to me. If it were just about her offering me pleasure, I could decline and explain that I didn't need it right now. But the instant my girlfriend told me she needed me, my mind was made up. I couldn't let her down.
Nodding, I let my towel drop to the floor, my limp penis half-stuck to my thigh from the shower moisture. I simply moved to the bed and sat up against the headboard while Adrienne first came to me and pressed her lips to mine in our passionate nuclear kiss. And after sending tingles up and down my spine with her tongue lodged into my throat, my girlfriend shifted aside and brushed her golden blonde hair behind her ears. And then the stunningly gorgeous babe knelt beside me, bent at the waist, and slurped my prick into her mouth.
It didn't take long. Tired or not, Adrienne knew just how to suck me and soon my dick was the hardest bone in my body. And then taking me in her right hand to jack me slowly, she tilted her head up to press her lips to mine for a soft, tender kiss. "I love you, Ben."
"I love you too, Adrienne," I replied just as sincerely.
My girlfriend beamed happily and then sat back on her heels, slowly unbuttoning the dress shirt. Even though she was no longer actively stroking my dick, I felt myself getting even harder as inch after inch of creamy skin was revealed, exposing the slopes of her cleavage. Adrienne smiled radiantly as she knew she had my full and undivided attention, and at last she pulled the two halves apart to reveal that she was clad in quite the eye-catching set of lingerie.
The bra was mostly black but with white accents, like the cups themselves and elements of the straps. But those white cups were only half-cups, supporting Adrienne's massive tits but not completely covering them, even leaving the nipples completely exposed. Her breasts were so large that some level of sag was inevitable, but the shelf-bra kept everything so firm, upright, and pressed together that the display was almost overwhelming. Her thong panties were also black with a white upper band, the color almost blending into her pale skin so that the small black triangle appeared to cover even less of her mound than it did. And presently, the statuesque blonde got up on her knees and seductively began sliding the panties down her shapely thighs to expose her freshly-shaven pussy.
My jaw quivered and my mouth watered at the sight of her gorgeous body. All sense of exhaustion was flushed out of me in a sea of adrenaline. How could I possibly think of sleep when I had such a perfect example of female beauty like this before me? Take the face of Aphrodite and place it onto the most incredible Playboy body imaginable, with flat stomach, oversized tits, and boner-inducing shaped hips. Leave that body flushed with sexual desire, wearing only a nipple- exposing shelf-bra, and paired with a face heated in arousal with golden eyes. Picture all that and you just might be able to imagine the situation I found myself in. Even though I'd had sex with Adrienne many, many times, I was still in awe of her stunning magnificence.
I felt in a stupor as she jacked my cock while straddling my hips. And after swiping my engorged mushroom head through her wet labia a few times, Adrienne positioned me at her entrance and then slowly sank down around me.
"Ohhh ... Adrienne..." I groaned as I felt her incredible wetness and tightness surrounding my column of manflesh.
"Do you like that, Ben? Do you love feeling my pussy caressing your cock?" My girlfriend moaned as she began to hump herself up and down on my body.
"Mmm ... Unn-huh..." was all I could moan in response.
"Isn't this so much better than sleep?" she added, putting her hands on my shoulders for leverage and carefully avoiding any of my bruises.
"Oh, fuck yeah..." I groaned.
"Feel me fucking you, Ben. Feel me giving my entire body to you for your pleasure. Feel you filling an aching need so deep inside me that you and only you can ever fill. I love you, Ben. I'll always love you. I feel it deep inside."
"Oh, Adrienne!" I gasped and raised my hands to hold her hips, guiding her thrusts up and down on me.
"Taste my skin, Ben," she moaned while leaning forward and pressing her tits into my face. "Suck my breasts. I never thought I'd ever have children. But I almost want them just so I can feel you sucking milk out of me. Would you like that Ben? Would you like to taste my milk?"
"Mmm ... baby hungry," I grunted, my mind swirling with naughty images.
"You're my baby and so much more. You're my man. You're my strong man, always ready to help, always ready to protect. Whether it's your sister or me or even a strange girl, you're a noble man, my love. You're a good man. It's why I trust you. It's why I love you. It's why I want to give myself to you! Feel my pleasure. Feel my body! Feel my tight pussy clenching down on you! Ohhh ... I love you, Ben! You're gonna make me cum just because I love you! Fuck me now! Thrust into my body! Fuck me, Ben! Fuck me!"
"Oh-ughh!" I grunted while I kicked my hips up off the mattress, driving my cock upwards and deeper into Adrienne's spasming channel.
"Fuck me!"
"Ugh!"
"FUCK ME!"
"UGH!"
"Yes, I'm cumming! Cum with me! Cum in me!"
"UGH!!!"
"Aaaaahhhhh!" Adrienne's entire body jerked as her climax shot through her like a lightning bolt. And I was joining her.
"Ughhhh!" I grunted, feeling my balls coil and release as I blasted off inside her, my dick spewing sperm out by the millions to flood her womb in search of an egg. I hoped that might trigger her body's natural reactions to conceive a child and cause her breasts to begin lactating the way she'd spoken of. Her breasts were massive now. I could only imagine what they'd be like swollen with milk.
"I love you, Ben!" Adrienne screamed. "I love you!"
My body fired jet after jet of cum into her body until there was nothing left to shoot. And as I came down from such an incredible sexual high and the adrenaline rush faded, my previous exhaustion caught up with my body and I simply slumped over into the blackness of sleep.
"Man, what the hell happened to you? You lose another foolish bet?"
I rolled my eyes at a smirking Bert Kim as he stood outside the classroom, staring at my obvious bruises. As a fellow Business major, I knew I'd be seeing much more of the guy. And since he started the teasing comments I decided to mess with him a little in return.
"No, actually," I replied. "My girlfriend is kind of wild in the sack."
Bert's eyes bugged open, especially since Dawn right behind me started giggling. His gaze then turned to her and Dawn immediately held a hand up while trying in vain to stop her laughter. "No, no. I'm not his girlfriend."
Bert frowned, not yet understanding. After all, Dawn and I obviously seemed so close. But he tried to play it off by punching me in the shoulder and saying to Dawn, "Ah. This guy's not good enough for you so he settled for someone inferior?"
Dawn laughed at that. "No, no. We're just friends. We grew up together since infancy. Besides, Ben's girlfriend is hotter than me."
I frowned and turned. "She is not."
"Of course she is." Dawn shrugged. "Adrienne's a goddess."
"And you're an angel," I replied.
"Well, don't goddesses outrank angels?" Dawn grinned.
I frowned. "Now you're crossing Christianity with Multi-Deity Paganism. Can't compare apples to oranges."
"So am I the apple or orange?" Dawn giggled.
I rolled my eyes. This sounded like Adrienne's Sun and the Moon impossible question. I just ignored her and turned back to Bert, who looked agog at the both of us.
"You sure you're not together? Cause I swear you're just pulling my leg right now." He frowned at the pair of us.
"Really. Just friends." I held up my hands. "Actually, if you're not doing anything after class, you should come to lunch with us. I'll introduce you to Adrienne."
"Hmm," Bert nodded thoughtfully.
"And Ben IS pulling your leg about one thing. He's not all bruised up from sex," Dawn explained before doing a double-take at me and smiling. "Well, this time he's not. This boy here jumped three guys who were trying to molest a girl yesterday after class. He rescued her and got a little nicked up for his trouble.
"Dawnnn..." I drawled, blushing. I felt embarrassed over the whole hero worship thing.
"Really?" Bert asked, his eyes wide again.
"It wasn't all that heroic. I got my ass handed to me." I jerked a thumb at Dawn. "Her boyfriend had to come save me."
"You were doing fine, Ben. It's just that there were three of them, that's all." Dawn rubbed my shoulder.
"Maybe I shouldn't go to lunch with you guys," Bert grinned. "Sounds like a whole world of drama if I start hanging out with you."
I glanced at Dawn before smiling. "You have NO idea."
Bert did decide to join us for lunch. Like Ryan, he was a commuter who shuttled back and forth on the BART to his home in Fremont. And being such a new guy he hadn't yet had a chance to really make friends. We were just leaving the classroom to rendezvous with Adrienne and Ryan when my cell phone went off.
At first, I didn't recognize the number and frowned. But I decided to answer with a tentative, "Hello?"
"Ben! Heyyy! It's me!" came a familiar voice. But I wasn't sure of the identity.
"Who is this?"
"Aww, Ben..." She seemed disappointed and whined plaintively, "It's me! Paige! The girl you rescued..."
I blinked a few times before replying, "Paige? Oh! Hey! Hi. Sorry ... I, uh, must have forgotten to save your number yesterday. Kinda had a lot going on."
"You forgot me???" Paige pouted, her hurt annoyance obvious even across the fuzzy cellular connection.
"No, no. I didn't forget YOU. I just forgot to save the number. I'm sorry." Wait, why the hell was I apologizing?
"That's okay. You can make it up to me. You HAVE to let me buy you lunch. Are you hungry right now?"
"Hungry?" I turned with furrowed eyebrows to Dawn. "Uh, well, I was about to go get lunch."
"Great! Where are you? I'll come meet you right now!"
"Wait, what?" I looked in alarm at Dawn. I had plans to meet with people and my brain was racing to keep up. I didn't really want to just invite someone to join us without their input.
But thankfully, Dawn knew me well enough to read the confusion on my face and almost mystically understand what was going through my head. Catching my attention, she mouthed, 'Sure. Let her come.'
"Uh, okay," I answered into the phone. "Why don't we meet you in front of Sproul Hall and go from there, okay?"
"Great! See you then!"
Finding a table for six isn't easy at Berkeley hole-in-the-wall cafés, but Ryan and Adrienne managed to snag it and hold onto it while waiting for the rest of us, since we'd had to wait for Paige to catch up before meeting them. On arrival I immediately hugged and kissed my girlfriend warmly. Then I bumped fists with Ryan and nodded. Ever since we'd gotten into a fight together, most of the remaining tension over Dawn seemed to have evaporated. We weren't competitors anymore, just brothers-in-arms.
Space was pretty cramped in the café and the six of us were pressed pretty closely together: Adrienne, me, and Paige on one side and then Bert, Dawn, and Ryan on the other. Things were made slightly awkward in that Bert could NOT keep from gawking at Adrienne and Dawn. And it was more awkward for me in that Paige was using the cramped quarters as an excuse to more or less attach herself to my side.
The petite redhead's presence led her to giving the Cliff Notes version of what had happened yesterday. Adrienne wanted to hear Paige's side of the story and Bert just seemed rather shocked that the whole thing had actually happened. And Paige was once again dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl, which prompted me to ask about the outfit and how it seemed guaranteed to attract some of the wrong kind of attention.
Paige explained. "This actually IS my uniform. I went to a Catholic all-girl's high school."
"Surely you have other clothes, though," Dawn put in.
"Not many," Paige shrugged. "My parents were pretty restrictive and since I wore versions of this five days a week, these uniforms are almost the only things I have in my closet."
But there was a teasing gleam in Paige's blue eyes when she said this, her attention and focus still on me. I arched an eyebrow and leaned down, a knowing smile on my face. "But ... you ARE fully aware of the effect it seems to have on the guys around you. And I did notice how you shortened the skirt to a length I'm certain would not be appropriate at a Catholic high school."
Paige blushed beet red. "Well ... I DO kinda like the attention it gets," she giggled cutely.
Then out of the blue, Adrienne blurted, "Ohmigod!"
In unison, the five of us turned to stare at her. Heck, half the café turned to look at Adrienne's outburst. My girlfriend had been mostly quiet ever since I'd first introduced Paige to her, and I was certainly surprised now. "What?" I asked.
"I knew you looked familiar from somewhere," Adrienne turned and looked at Paige. Then my girlfriend nudged me. "Ben? Doesn't she remind you of Kady?"
"Kady?" I frowned. "Kady Jacobsen?" I hadn't thought much of the lesbian cheerleader in some time. Brooke still hung out with her so I'd seen the pretty redhead a time or two over the summer, but it took me a second to process. And then [snap, there it was: Dark auburn hair, deep blue eyes, slender face, and elfin ears. Paige DID look like Kady.
"Did you say 'Kady Jacobsen'?" Paige looked up at me, her eyebrows furrowing.
"Yeah."
"She's my cousin. I'm Paige Jacobsen. Her dad and my dad are brothers," the petite redhead smiled.
Whoa ... Talk about a small world.
"How do you know her?" Paige asked.
"She went to our high school," Adrienne answered. "She was a cheerleader on one of my squads."
"Ahh..." Paige grinned and waggled her hand conspicuously, palm-down. "Is she still ... you know ... a little butch?"
I started nodding. 'Well, she is except for me, ' I thought to myself with a naughty smile.
Paige picked up on the smile, frowning and furrowing her eyebrows. "Wait a sec..." Her deep blue eyes shimmered and she lasered her gaze on me, staring intently into the back of my eyes the same way Kady could do from time to time when she really wanted to focus on teasing me. "Ben ... did you know Kady? Or did you... know ... Kady?"
I blushed and turned back to my plate. "No comment." Technically, I wasn't lying. But it was still written across my face. I could be pretty bad at this.
"Oh my word!" Paige blurted, once again drawing the attention of half the café. She blushed and looked down until she felt the stares go away. Then she hissed beneath her breath, "Did you really nail her? I thought she was only into girls!"
I sighed. "I'm not talking about it. That's her business, not yours."
"Oh, come ON, Ben. I'm her family!"
"Then you'll have no problem asking her yourself."
"Oh, poo."
I grinned. 'Oh my word'. 'Poo'. It was pretty quaint and cute.
In any case, we soon managed to change the subject and move on to other topics. In the end, Paige never did get the chance to pay for my lunch, a fact that she reminded me of when we walked out.
"Now you're gonna have to let me buy you lunch another time!" the petite redhead insisted. She looked adorable in that outfit with her fists on her hips, glaring up at me from her 5'2" height.
"Or..." Paige then lit up as a fresh idea popped into her head. "Maybe I should buy you a dinner!" She glanced at Adrienne. "Not a date or anything. But lunch just seems so cheap. You may have saved my virginity, Ben. That's pretty special. Can I take you out on Friday?"
My eyes went wide at Paige's words and her rapid-fire delivery. She was really hitting me with too much information way too fast. Dinner? Friday? Whether 'date' or not, I wasn't about to go to a solo dinner without my girlfriend. And 'virginity'? There was a word guaranteed to make a guy lock up one way or another.
But Adrienne stepped in before I could reply. "Actually, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to take Ben out. Give you a chance to see just how special a guy he is."
Paige beamed.
"But ... he can't this Friday," Adrienne apologized. "We're throwing a house party that night. Sort of a kick off to the new school year."
Paige's face fell.
But then Adrienne added, "But you should come! Really, the more the merrier! It's invitation-only and most of the people will be our roommates' friends. We need a few more young'uns around." Then Adrienne smiled radiantly at Bert, who was still staring at her chest. "You too, Bert. You should come."
Bert's lower lip quivered, as if in awe that Adrienne had so much as mentioned the word "come". He'd been quiet for most of the lunch and was now utterly stupefied by the situation he found himself in. I smirked. Sometimes I forgot just what a more 'normal' 18-year-old boy was supposed to be like around such gorgeous creatures of femininity.
"Yeah, Bert. You should come." Dawn added, and Bert flinched at the word "come" again. "We'll strip you out of that shell."
His jaw dropped, I think this time at the word "strip". Ah, poor Bert. But to his credit, he managed to close his mouth, steel his spine, and answer. "Friday. Sure. I'll be there."
"You fucking live HERE?"
Bert stood just inside the front door, his jaw on the floor as he surveyed the girls around him. Adrienne and Dawn he'd already seen. Their beauty still sent him into a stupor, but at least he'd had some time to acclimate himself to them.
Dayna walking down the stairs in a sheer tank top that did little to stop her double-D's from wobbling caused his tongue to roll out; and Bert's jaw stayed gaping open when I explained she was Dawn's older sister who lived upstairs. Then Brandi stepping out of the kitchen in a sleeveless blouse and short skirt just made him start hyperventilating even more. It was a college house party, so the girls weren't exactly in cocktail attire. But their idea of party casual DID tend towards the more revealing sides of their wardrobes.
My big sister looked at me while I gave her the signal that this one was ripe for teasing. Brandi giggled and meandered by, pinching Bert's cheek and smiling. "He's a cute one. Can I borrow him?" Brandi's tongue snaked out across her lower lip and she gave the boy her best smokily seductive expression. I'm surprised the poor guy didn't cream his jeans right then and there.
And it would only get worse.
The doorbell rang and I turned to get it. I opened the door and a stunning vision greeted me. "Felicia! Hey! You're here early!"
"Couldn't wait to see you, Ben!" The gorgeous 22-year-old fashion model stepped through the door, looking like a walking wet-dream in some slinky sleeveless dress that hugged her willowy body and ended just a scant inch below her ass. Her big, expressive pale blue eyes fixed straight on me as she walked forward, capturing my head in her hands and planting a soft kiss on my lips. No tongue, nothing too hyper-sexual, but certainly pushing the boundaries of a "friendly kiss".
I smiled at the pretty brunette when she pulled away. "How have you been?"
"Good, good. I'm getting a lot of work right now. Busy-busy-busy," Felicia replied.
"Didn't take you too long to get here?"
"Nah. San Francisco is just a hop away. I'm sharing a flat downtown with two other models from my agency." Felicia giggled. "I should bring you by sometime. I could use your help at seducing them."
I grinned and Felicia's eyes sparkled. And then her gaze turned to the side and she moved forward to hug my girlfriend. "Hi, Adrienne. Thanks for the invite."
Adrienne blushed. "No problem. You should actually thank Dawn. It was her idea."
Dawn stepped forward next and exchanged hugs with Felicia. And then almost deferentially, Felicia cast her eyes downward. "Thank you, Dawn," the brunette said respectfully.
The sunny blonde almost condescendingly patted the brunette's shoulder. "You're welcome." There was a formality to the way that Dawn and Felicia were acting, as if the old dom/sub relationship from camp still had influence. But then Felicia picked her head up and smiled. Adrienne then grabbed the older girl and dragged her off to the kitchen to grab a drink and catch up. Pretty girls always loved to talk.
Dayna then meandered by, bumping her hip into Dawn's. "Hey sis. I know you told me, but I never really believed it," she said while nodding toward Felicia.
Dawn giggled. "Oh it was easy. Once Ben fucked her brains out, it was a simple matter to go in and re-wire her new brains to my liking."
Dayna laughed and the two Evans sisters turned and headed off, leaving me alone with Bert, who had very clearly heard Dawn's last comment.
"Dude ... what planet are you from?" My new classmate stared up at me, his eyes wide open.
On a whim I threw him the Vulcan salute. "I mean you no harm," I smirked while speaking in a robotic voice. "I merely come to have intercourse with your females."
Bert looked like he thought I was dead serious. I just laughed and then patted him on the back and steered him back into the room. "C'mon, man. I'll introduce you to everyone."
The house party was nothing like I'd ever seen in a movie. Actually, it wasn't even anything like some of the high school parties I'd been to. For one thing, there was no dance floor. We were pumping music, but everyone was just sitting or standing around chatting and drinking. To me, it seemed less "party" and more "social gathering". With most of the upperclassmen, they were simply reuniting after a long summer and were eager to catch up with old friends.
Besides, our rented house just wasn't that big and there were only about twenty- five people in attendance: the five of us roommates, Ryan, Gwen, Robin, Felicia, Bert, Paige, and a smattering of Dayna and Brandi's friends.
Lynne Arian had also come to visit. The petite brunette was attending school across the bay at Stanford; and while two or three of the older Cal students gave her a hard time about it when they found out, everyone treated her nicely. And while Lynne was very pretty, Bert seemed relieved to meet a friend of mine who wasn't an Amazonian goddess.
"Hey, I'm Bert." He held out his hand.
"Bert?" Lynne gave my new friend a funny look and shook it.
The guy blushed and stammered nervously, "Yeah. Nickname kinda stuck in grade school. I know it's about as sexy as 'Sheldon'..."
"Sheldon?" Lynne arched her eyebrows.
"Oh, uh..." Bert fumbled. "When Harry Met Sally reference."
"Dude," I rolled my eyes at Bert. "You did NOT just mention 'When Harry Met Sally' upon meeting a girl for the first time. Besides, how OLD is that movie?"
Bert went pale white. Casanova, he was not.
But Lynne just giggled. "You're really cute, you know that? I LOVE that movie." Then she affected a funny accent, saying, "Pecan pie..."
Some of the color finally returned to Bert's face. But then Lynne looked at me again and noticed my bruises. "Ben, what happened to you?"
I shrugged. "My girlfriend is kind of wild in the sack."
Lynne giggled and elbowed Adrienne. But then I told her the truth and the shorter girl promptly stepped forward and bopped me in the forehead, having to reach up to do so.
"Oww!" I staggered back, holding my head. I still had a bruise there as well.
"Ben! There are other ways of dealing with things than getting into fights!" Lynne scolded. "Didn't the whole mess with Drew Walker teach you that? You got suspended!"
I shrugged and winced away my forehead pain. Drew had been worth it. The bastard deserved to be castrated for what he did to Brooke. I growled, "The guy started it by hitting Paige. What was I supposed to do? Just let him?"
"There were THREE of them!"
"I didn't know that at the time!"
Paige appeared out of nowhere, interposing herself between me and Lynne. "Hey, lay off," she barked heatedly at the other girl. "Ben's a hero."
Lynne sighed. "This hero complex you've got is going to get you into trouble one day, Ben." She looked apologetically to Paige. "I'm glad he was there for you, but I worry for his safety, too."
Paige frowned and lasered her gaze onto Lynne, searching into the brunette's eyes while the brunette squirmed. "Wait..." Paige began slowly. "Did you two ever... ?"
Lynne blushed and looked away. "We're just friends."
Paige's eyes popped open. "Jeez, Ben! Is there anyone here you haven't slept with?"
Bert lined up next to Paige with almost the same expression on his face.
I just blushed and grabbed Adrienne's hand. "Uh, you need another drink, honey?" I jerked a thumb towards the kitchen.
"What? And miss seeing the look on your face?" Adrienne grinned and slid alongside Paige and Bert to mime their wide-eyed expressions.
I just sighed..
53 New Friends ll
I'm not exactly sure what kind of first impressions I thought I'd make on people I'd just met. In general, I wanted to appear confident and intelligent: a guy who had his shit together. College was supposed to be about fresh starts, an opportunity to debut into the world as an independent adult free of any baggage from one's hometown, family, or any other ties to the past. New town, new life, new identity.
For one, I no longer had my old high school reputation as a Casanova. For the past two years, that reputation had simultaneously driven three-quarters of the female population away from me in terror that I might somehow seduce them against their will while also bringing the other 25% right to me in the hope that I might seduce them and give them the greatest sexual experience of their lives.
But this was a city 500-miles away, and I was just a lowly freshman. Instead of 2,000 high-schoolers there were 35,000 people attending Berkeley. That's practically a small city of its own. And with about a 54% female percentage, that meant close to 20,000 girls. Yeah, technically, I had a lot of options. But also, the sheer size meant it would be much more difficult for them all to network and spread rumors about me. And while a part of me had enjoyed the Casanova rep, it often proved more trouble than it was worth. So I was looking forward to being just "Ben".
But sometimes, your past follows you into the future. I made it a point to never talk about my sexual conquests. The girls around me didn't quite share the same philosophy.
First was Paige. Here was a girl I'd literally met just days ago under rather extreme circumstances. I never intended for her to learn the gory details of my sexual history, but she now seemed on a minor mission to dig into my past. Adrienne, as my girlfriend, was obvious. Dawn had already admitted that we'd dated in the past, even though we were just friends now. There was the comment about fucking Felicia's brains out. And Paige had her suspicions about Kady and now Lynne. And on top of them were Gwen and Robin. Gwen hadn't been shy about confirming that she and I had fucked in the past. Paige didn't know whether to be more surprised that Gwen had also slept with me or that Robin hadn't. So even though Paige hadn't personally experienced me, she was going around the room stirring up the conversations about my sexual history.
Then there was Felicia. The gorgeous, older fashion model was a big hit with Brandi's and Dayna's friends, both male and female. She was a social butterfly and flirted with everyone, regaling them with stories of a cosmopolitan life in San Francisco. And when asked about how she knew the people in the house, Felicia had for some reason decided to both explain that she knew us from summer camp as well as comment that I, Ben, had been the most fantastic lover she'd ever met.
And hell, there was even Dayna. While the eldest Evans daughter wasn't so brazen as to tell everyone that she was currently fucking me every opportunity she got, she wasn't shy about telling her girlfriends that she HAD bedded me in the past and come away quite pleased with the experience.
Despite that, I was trying to keep a lid on things. I started by trying to cool down Paige. She and Bert were chatting rather animatedly with Gwen and Robin, digging for details about my previous relationship with Dawn. They weren't being that quiet and I knew other people could overhear if they wanted. So I stepped in and told the petite redhead, "Hey, nobody likes a gossip."
"I do," Gwen chirped while grinning at me seductively.
"What, can't take the heat?" Robin smirked.
"Got something to hide, Ben?" Paige looked up at me sweetly.
Bert just looked wide-eyed at everything being discussed.
"Paige, please?" I sighed and canted my eyebrows. "Look, I know we barely know each other and you're really, really curious to find out more about me. So let's sit down and talk sometime, huh? Can you just cool down the inquisition for now? Please? For me?"
The instant I said the word "please", Paige's deep blue eyes softened and she smiled. "Of course, Ben. For you, anything..." There was a hint of a promise in her eyes, and danger signs flashed in the back of my brain. I loved Adrienne and I was still-emotionally drained from trying to organize my feelings for Dawn. The LAST thing I needed was a lovestruck Paige pursuing me full on.
I sighed. "Well, in that case, put down the beer."
"What?" The petite redhead hiccupped and furrowed her eyebrows, glancing at the can of Bud she held in her small hand.
I sighed. "Have you ever had beer before, Paige?"
She rolled her eyes. "It was a private school, not a prison."
"I'll take that as a yes."
Paige giggled and wobbled just a bit.
"But not very often, have you?"
Paige hiccupped again. "What makes you say that?"
Great. Lightweight. Hell, Paige probably didn't even weigh a hundred pounds. "How many of those have you drunk, Paige?"
"I dunno. Three? Four? Six?"
I sighed. "Paige, no more. I'm cutting you off."
"What? You're not my dad."
"You said you'd do anything for me."
"This is rididiculuslus!" she protested. I winced at her attempt on the word ridiculous.
Sighing, I looked at Gwen, Robin, and Bert. "Keep her out of trouble, will ya?" Then I pointed at Bert. "If she hurls, I'm making you clean it up."
"Wha-?" Bert jerked his head back, looking a little pink himself.
I shook my head. One down, two to go.
I found Felicia in the backyard, a glass tumbler filled with an amber liquid in hand as she chatted up two of Dayna's girlfriends.
"Ooh, speak of the devil..." Felicia drawled, a slight slur in her voice as she turned and grinned at me. Those big pale blue eyes were smoking in their steely grey as the gorgeous older woman looked ready to pounce on me.
"Felicia..." I said in a low voice with just a hint of a warning in my tone. "Have you been spreading rumors about me again?"
"Rumors? They aren't rumors if they're all true." Felicia giggled, and the other two girls joined in as well.
I frowned, but the beautiful model smiled enigmatically and let her eyes simmer on me. "Relax, Ben. I'm just buffing up your reputation a little bit."
Steeling my spine I reached a hand forward to the two other girls. "Hi, I'm Ben, Brandi's little brother. Don't believe a word this girl says," I head-nodded to Felicia.
The 5'6" Asian girl reached her hand out first. "Angela Chan," she smiled with a twinkle in her eyes. "We don't need to believe Felicia. Dayna's already talked a lot about you."
I raised my eyebrows but Angela dropped my hand and I offered it to the 5'10" curly-haired bottle-blonde with really big tits. "Monique St. Claire," the second girl said in a huskier voice, with just a trace of a French accent. "Don't worry. It's all been very good."
Angela then smirked. The corners of her lips tugged upwards while she obviously let her brown eyes run up and down my body. "You're cute, Ben. And if you're half as good as Dayna and Felicia say, we just might find ourselves visiting the house a little more often, eh, Monique?"
The bottle-blonde looked me up and down as well, her own dark eyes sparkling beneath slightly thicker brown eyebrows. "Oui-oui."
"Back off bitches," Felicia grinned without any heat in her voice as she slid behind me. "This one's got a waiting list." And then without warning, Felicia shoved her hand into my shorts, quickly finding my cock and wrapping her fingers around my member.
I gasped and jerked, torn between trying to remain calm and spinning around to hide myself from Dayna's friends. In the end, my eyebrows just popped wide open and I reached down to grab Felicia's wrist and tug her hand out of my shorts. "Not here, Felicia."
"So later then? That a promise?" she purred into my ear from behind.
I pasted a smile on my face while looking nervously at Angela and Monique, who both watched at rapt attention. "We'll see," I hedged.
Felicia released me. Then she brought up her other hand and pressed two fingers into my mouth. I quickly realized that the digits were coated with pussy juice, probably her own. And automatically I sucked on the sweet flavor. "Don't keep me waiting too long, Ben," she sighed, looking ready to melt onto the ground.
Angela and Monique glanced at each other before Angela grinned and asked, "How do we sign up?"
Feeling like a piece of meat, I did my best to maintain my confidence while three pretty girls flirted with me before I managed to find an excuse to retreat.
So much for a fresh start. I didn't even bother trying to talk down Dayna. My reputation had already been carved into the cement.
I was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by all the new people around. Gwen, Robin, Bert, Paige, Angela, Monique, and on and on and on. I couldn't keep the names of all of Brandi's and Dayna's friends straight and I knew that after this night, I was going to have to slow down and get to know some of these people at a more sedate pace. I supposed it was just how the first few days of college goes for everyone: Too many new faces in too short a time.
Plus, of the couple dozen people at the house, the vast majority were female — more than a 2 to 1 ratio. So after being ogled and appraised by a dozen upperclassmen girls who all seemed to have been informed of my sexual prowess, I decided to spend more time meeting the guys. And as fate would have it, all of us "boyfriends" ended up talking together. I was Adrienne's boyfriend and Ryan was Dawn's, but this was some of the first extended time either of us spent with Brandi's and Dayna's guys.
Matt Kanemura was Brandi's boyfriend. The 6'1" Hawaiian was an exotic mix of Japanese, German, and Swedish. His longish hair was a spectrum of colors ranging from blonde to black and every shade of brown in between. He wore a loose linen button-down shirt on a lanky frame, and every time I'd seen him he wore the same puka shell necklace. We'd first been introduced when classes started and he arrived to take Brandi out. Then and now, I felt rather awkward around the guy, aware I'd been intimate with his girlfriend without his knowledge. But Matt seemed to just chalk it off to freshman nervousness and your run-of-the- mill little brother syndrome. He was friendly and low-pressure in a laid-back Hawaiian way.
Dayna's current "boys" were Aaron Collins and Kevin Weiss. Both were tall, well- built, and handsome. Both were fully aware that theirs was not an exclusive relationship with Dayna and in fact, both were free to date other girls, although such an occurrence usually killed the Dayna-hookups. Their deals were pure booty calls for Dayna, at her beck and call, sometimes even together at the same time. She held all the power and the guys didn't seem to mind one bit. Neither guy had been around for more than a year and while Dayna hadn't spread around that she'd also been boinking me the past week, in the interest of honesty she HAD admitted such to these two.
"How does your girlfriend deal with that?" Aaron was asking me. "What with you schtupping the hot blonde upstairs..."
I shrugged. "You'd have to ask Adrienne."
Aaron grinned and glanced across the room where Adrienne was walking out of the kitchen with Dawn and Lynne. "I just might," he leered. "I don't suppose she likes to play outside of your little sandbox, too..."
I frowned and narrowed my eyes, feeling a green flash of jealousy. "No. She doesn't," I said rather abruptly.
"Hey, hey," Aaron held his hands up. "No offense, man. If that babe was mine I wouldn't let her out of the house without a chastity belt."
Kevin snorted his beer and I rolled my eyes. I glanced over a Adrienne. Sure, she more or less let me screw every hot babe who showed an interest. Hell, she'd encouraged me more often than not. But so far she herself had shown no inclination to 'play outside of our sandbox' as Aaron had put it. And I wondered just how I'd react if and when she finally did.
Matt actually jumped in to my rescue. "Hey, leave the kid and his girlfriend alone," he drawled. "If nothing else, you don't want to annoy Dayna and give her a reason to cut you off... again."
Aaron burped and then crushed his beer can against his own forehead. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. And what would you know about what Dayna wants? She tell you the last time she joined you and that hot girlfriend of yours?"
Matt rolled his eyes.
"Only one thing matters to that slut: How well you fuck! Long as I keep pounding the shit outta her whenever she gets the urge, I'm gravy," Aaron said a little too loudly. "Don't matter if I piss her off. She knows ain't no fucker here can fuck her like I fuck her."
Kevin leaned in and whispered harshly, "Dude, cool it."
I also growled crossly, "She's not a slut, and I'll thank you not to call her that."
Aaron kept going, cracking another beer can open. "That Dayna's a hellcat. Grade One nymphomaniac if I ever saw one. I just wish I could figure out a way to tie her down and make her mine. Course, I might die from excessive ejaculation if you know what I mean." He hiccupped, and then smirked at Ryan. "I'm curious, man. Did she ever show up to give you the sisters fantasy?"
Ryan blinked. "I don't talk about that sort of thing."
Aaron grinned. "Sounds like a 'yes' to me!" he crowed.
"That's a 'I don't talk about it'," Ryan corrected with a clenched jaw.
"Dude," Kevin patted Aaron on the shoulder. "I think you've had enough to drink, man."
"Fuck!" Aaron grunted, standing up a little unsteadily. "I think I'll go ask her myself."
Matt and Kevin sighed. Ryan glared. And I just kept my mouth shut as the boorish Junior turned and staggered away. We all watched him go and then let an awkward silence fall over us.
Matt broke the silence first. "So Ben, Brandi tells me you and Dawn are gunning for the Undergraduate Business Program."
"Yeah, uh, you're already in, right?" I picked my head up.
"Yep," Matt nodded. "Who'd you get for UGBA10?"
I was just about to answer when a little danger signal went up in the back of my head. Aaron had said 'I think I'll go ask her myself.' Initially, I'd assumed the "her" meant Dayna. But with alarm, I realized the "her" meant Dawn. I suppose I could have been wrong, but I wasn't. I was SURE of it. Immediately, I jumped to my feet. "Ah, hell."
Matt frowned. "What is it?"
I turned and looked at Ryan. "Dawn." And then I half-ran back into the house.
Sure enough, Aaron Collins was just outside Dawn's bedroom. He trapped her with both hands against the wall on either side of her head, exhaling his noxious breath right into her face. And with a look of fear, my beautiful best friend shrunk back, looking like she wanted to melt into the wall.
I ran up, feeling an odd sense of déjà vu, and barked, "Hey!"
By now, Aaron had grabbed Dawn's ass while she cowered away from him. The drunk guy jerked his hand away at my shout and turned to face me with a deer in the headlights look.
I pushed him back and away from Dawn, getting him separated a good couple of feet away from her. And then Ryan was blitzing past me to grab Aaron by his shirt and bodily yank the guy away, slamming him into the opposite wall.
The commotion alerted everyone around, Felicia and Monique poking their heads in from the living room. Gwen and Robin appeared in Dawn's doorway. My bedroom with Adrienne at the other end of the short hallway popped open and Adrienne, Lynne, Paige, and Bert also looked out. And after thirty seconds of Ryan growling something unintelligible at Aaron, Dayna and some other friends came around as well.
"What's going on?" Dayna stared at Ryan and Aaron.
Ryan just physically pulled Aaron off the wall and shoved the guy towards Dayna. "Tell your boy-toy to keep his hands off my girlfriend."
Dayna's eyes went wide open. "Did you touch Dawn?"
"Dayna, please," Aaron mumbled.
"Did you touch my little sister?"
"Well, I-"
"Get out," Dayna said coldly.
"Dayna!"
"Go home, Aaron."
"Fucking bitch," the guy grunted and suddenly Dayna rushed forward, slapping the guy's face loud enough for the sound to carry through the whole house.
"Go HOME, Aaron." Dayna's voice was the definition of 'Hell Hath No Fury'.
The guy wizened up and left. I'd find out two days later that Dayna indeed cut Aaron off, this time permanently. She'd find another boy-toy if she wanted later.
After that, most all the upperclassmen cleared out, leaving just Dawn's friends in one doorway and mine in the other, along with me, Ryan, Dawn, and Dayna in the hallway.
"How'd you know?" Ryan asked me.
"Huh?"
"How'd you know she was in trouble?" Ryan nodded to Dawn, who was now curled up beneath his arm.
I looked over and my eyes met Dawn's. Time slowed down for a moment as her blue eyes sparkled, communicating all her gratitude to me with a purity of emotion that filled my heart. She smiled. I smiled. And the world once again made sense.
I looked back to Ryan, shrugging and saying, "I just knew."
And then Dawn and I were smiling at each other again.
Just when it felt like I'd averted one disaster, another one nearly sprung up while I was distracted.
Content that Dawn was safe and seeing that Adrienne was in some animated, friendly conversation with Monique and Brandi, I went in search of my other freshman friends. Along the way, I passed Bert, who was chatting in Korean with Angela Chan. Her pronunciation was off, as it wasn't her native language. But she was showing all the signs of obvious flirting and Bert was surprisingly relaxed and confident, given his normally nervous and geeky behavior. Ah, alcohol, the social lubricant.
In any case, I headed up the stairs on a whim, getting halfway up when I heard an alarmed, high-pitched, "Hey, hey! No! I didn't say you could do that!"
I recognized the voice: Paige.
Nightmares of what happened to Brooke at Drew Walker's house flared in my mind and suddenly my legs were churning up the stairs. I burst into Brandi's bedroom where I found one of the guys with his tongue in Paige's mouth and a hand inside her blouse.
"Hey!" I barked for what seemed like the fifteenth time in two days.
A muscular Asian guy with spiky blonde hair turned around. "What the fuck?"
It took me a second to remember his name but in the meantime, I marched forward and bodily jerked the guy back by his shoulders. "Get the FUCK away from her! ... Alan!" I added his name at the end once it finally came to me.
"Whoa! Whoa! Relax, man! We weren't doing anything! Fucking hell, she invited me up here!"
My eyes popped open as I glared at Paige, who was using both hands to keep her blouse closed since it was no longer buttoned. Now somewhat frightened, the little redhead in the schoolgirl outfit seemed even younger and more vulnerable, spiking the protective instinct in me. "Whatever, Alan. I heard her protesting and if the girl says 'no', that's it. Right?"
Alan rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. Whatever. Girl's a fucking tease anyways." Then he brushed past me and out the door.
"Paige!" I turned back to the redhead, exasperated. "I told you not to get into trouble!"
"I wasn't in trouble!" she protested, still clutching her blouse. "I'm not a little girl! I'm eighteen! I knew what I was getting into!"
Shades of Brooke fell over me, only making my protective instincts even stronger. "And just what did you think you were getting into up here? Were you planning on fucking him?"
"NO!"
"Well Alan certainly seemed to think so," I said a little harshly. Then I caught myself and calmed the tone in my voice. "Were you even planning to let him inside your shirt?"
"No ... I ... I just thought we'd do some kissing," Paige moaned. "I haven't kissed many boys, you know."
I sighed. "I'm not surprised."
"Is it that obvious?" Paige suddenly looked up at me with big blue eyes and grabbing my hands. "That I'm a virgin?"
I blinked a few times, "Uh, uh..." How do you answer that? "Not exactly, no. I mean, I wouldn't have known if you hadn't already told me at lunch that day."
"I TRY to act like I know what I'm doing," she pouted, moisture forming in her eyes.
Ah, hell, the LAST thing I wanted was a crying girl on my hands. I wrapped my arm around her, trying not to notice that I could see her bra-clad breasts now rather obviously through her unbuttoned blouse. "Shh ... It's okay, Paige. It's okay..."
"I mean, how am I supposed to know how far a guy is expecting me to go?"
"They ALL want to go all the way, baby," I sighed.
"Even you?"
"Me? No. I'm just your friend. I've got a girlfriend."
"But I'd let you, Ben..." Paige hummed softly, leaning against my arm.
I jerked back. "Paige, you're a virgin."
"And what if I want to give it to you?" She drunkenly blinked several times, a rather hopeful expression on her face.
Ah, HELL. My mind started racing again. "Paige, Paige ... that's something you need to think about and give to someone who's really special to you."
"YOU'RE special to me, Ben. You're my hero." The cute redhead was looking up at me with big blue eyes, shimmering with moisture. "I can't think of ANYONE else I'd rather give my virginity to than you!"
"Wait, wait..." I stammered, looking for an out. I did NOT need this right now. "Paige, you're drunk."
"So?"
"So you're not thinking straight. What do you even know about sex? They teach that in Catholic school?"
Paige snorted, "No, not at all. But I sure figured out some stuff on my own," she giggled.
"How?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
She giggled again. "Wouldn't you like to know? Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't know stuff."
"Paige ... I-"
She cut me off by pressing her lips to mine. She didn't move them, just pressing really hard and snaking her tongue out to meet mine. My own alcohol-slowed body reacted instinctively and for a second, I found myself kissing back. Hey, for an inexperienced kid, Paige was a pretty decent kisser.
But then my brain caught up and I pulled back. "Paige! Paige! Wait!"
"What? I want to, Ben. I want you," she panted.
I grimaced, tasting the thick aroma of alcohol on her breath. And as I looked at her face her irises began to wobble.
"You are SO drunk." I wrapped her up in my arm again, tugging her upright. "Come on. We've got to sober you up. And THEN we'll talk about this."
"Bennn..." she whined, sounding like Eden. And the instant I made that association all trace of sexual arousal for the little girl died. I would NOT be doing anything further with the young redhead.
Putting on a stern expression, I stated flatly, "Food. Water. Come on."
"Wait," Paige suddenly stopped. Her cheeks bulged and she bent over, looking ready to hurl.
Ah, hell. Quickly, I practically picked up her light weight and carried her to the bathroom shared by Dayna and Brandi. I got her kneeling over the toilet just in time as her face turned purple and then a torrent of puke came pouring out of her mouth to splash rather disgustingly into the water.
Well, I supposed this could have turned out worse.
After cleaning up Paige's face, I told Adrienne I'd be right back and personally escorted the young girl back to her dorm. I made note of the location and found that her roommate had gone home for the weekend. Then I tucked her into bed and kissed her forehead softly before returning back to my house.
The mood had changed quite a bit while I was gone. Now as I said before, a college house party isn't like anything I'd ever seen before. But as the evening went past midnight, it certainly took a turn towards the wild abandon I'd seen in the movies.
First, the weather turned colder and people came in from the back yard. With the increased noise in the living room, my roommates started coming out of their bedrooms along with friends to see what the commotion was. Even Brandi and Dayna, who'd been holding court in Dayna's room most of the evening, came down.
Now a few individuals in a small group are relatively civilized. People hold conversations with each other, use complete sentences, and make well thought- out comments. However, put those same people in a large group, everyone vying for some level of attention, and the whole dynamic changes. Conversations become shouted statements. Complete sentences become short phrases. And well thought-out comments become crude remarks. We became a party mob.
Food was long gone. Alcohol was still plentiful. And as people got drunker without any food to absorb it, inhibitions started falling away. And amongst a core group of trusted friends, even the girls started to act like drunken frat boys.
"Drink! Drink! Drink!"
"I'm sooo wasted!"
"Fuck I'm horny!"
A hot, copper-redhead named Kerri Trainor wound up flat on her back on top of the dining table. She pulled up her tank top to reveal a flat belly while Julie Carpenter, a pretty brunette with a wide mouth, squirted chocolate sauce in an irregular circle around Kerri's navel. And then a petite Asian girl named Marian Liu poured Jim Beam whiskey into the center.
And to the cheers of a dozen girls and a few guys, Julie first dipped her mouth down to slurp up as much whiskey as possible from Kerri's belly before licking up nearly half of the chocolate sauce. Marian went next, trying in vain to capture some of the whiskey that had leaked past the chocolate barrier and run down Kerri's sides to land on the table. And then both Julie and Marian threw all further caution to the wind, licking and slurping with abandon while Kerri squealed in ticklish laughter.
The volume only went up even higher when Julie collected a bunch of chocolate on her tongue and extended it into Kerri's mouth, the two girls meeting in a sloppy, passionate kiss.
The girls turned and smiled drunkenly at the attention. And then Dayna was tossing Kerri a dishtowel and quickly sliding herself into the same position while pointing at Angela and Monique. "My turn!"
A few minutes later, I felt my shorts get rather stiff when Monique pushed her chocolate filled tongue into Dayna's mouth. And the roar was almost deafening when Dayna giggled and raised her tank top and bra up to bare her big tits, hooting and jiggling her torso to make those puppies dance.
A hand slid over the bulge in my shorts and Adrienne's voice was suddenly in my ear. "You'd better save this for me tonight, Tiger."
"Will do," I promised as I glanced over to see my gorgeous girlfriend beaming at me. She raised both her hands to my cheeks and then leaned in to kiss me.
The hand on my crotch tightened around the bone in my shorts. Belatedly, I started to wonder: If Adrienne had both her hands on my face, then who was grabbing my dick?
I tensed and a musical voice giggled behind me. I turned to see Felicia standing there, looking absolutely beautiful with those big blue eyes staring deep into mine. "Hey there, handsome." She gave my cock an extra squeeze for good measure.
Adrienne's voice was in my ear again. "Oh, and I invited Felicia to spend the night with us. She's been drinking and I don't want her to have to go home in this condition. You don't mind, do you, Tiger?"
While it seemed to get close three different times, the party never quite devolved into an orgy. There were just too many people around and while a lot of skin got exposed, nothing got too out of hand. Perhaps the closest was when Marian Liu shoved her hand into Brett Benson's jeans, obviously jacking his cock while he stuck a hand into her tube top. But then Tracy McMillan also shoved her hand into Marian's tube top and Marian squirmed away, laughing gaily.
Bert Kim seemed to be in a perpetual state of shock. The party was quite possibly the wildest experience of his young life, and I'm sure he would forever remember the little sequence of beer-chugging contests between some of the Junior-class girls where the loser would have to flash their boobs to the whole room. Hell, Dayna won twice and flashed us anyways. Gwen even joined in, although she won her contest and I missed out on a chance to see her tits again.
In the end, Gwen and Robin headed out with some older girls and one of the guys to make sure they got back to their dorm. Ryan was going to spend the night with Dawn. Matt with Brandi. And I'm sure Dayna had Kevin in her bedroom, if not others as well. And both Bert and Lynne were going to crash on the couches.
Only after I was sure my friends and family were taken care of did I finally let Adrienne drag me back to our bedroom. And no sooner had she closed the door than I turned around and let my jaw drop to the floor.
I'd seen a good bit of nudity in the past couple of hours, having glimpses of several very nice pairs of breasts. But there's a key difference between tit-flashes in the middle of a drunken party and a gorgeous, naked female, putting herself out on full, uninterrupted display for YOU.
Clothed, Felicia Clarkson was absolutely gorgeous.
Naked, Felicia Clarkson was a wet dream come true.
Naked, blindfolded, and bound, Felicia Clarkson nearly made me cum in my shorts.
The only articles Felicia was still wearing were her strappy high-heels and jewelry. The slinky dress was a puddle on the floor and her black thong panties had been laid out on the bed. She knelt upright on top of the mattress, her spine erect and her healthy tits thrust forward and upward, the nipples diamond-hard. Her wrists were cuffed in front of her with her hands raised up and pressed together as if praying. The blindfold obscured the upper half of her face while her flowing brown hair cascaded down to cover her shoulders. And the wide-band leather collar was connected to a leash that Adrienne now went and took hold of.
"Do you like what you see, Tiger?" Adrienne smiled at me.
I just grunted and started removing my shirt, a single purpose in mind. And less than a minute later, Felicia was pinned on her back, her high-heeled feet hooked behind my neck while I pounded into her pussy with wild abandon. The gorgeous brunette's hands were stretched back behind her head where Adrienne was currently fastening them to the headboard. And my fashion model sex-slave screamed her pretty little head off, begging me to drive my cock even deeper into her willing body.
"Yes! Yes, you fucking stud!" Felicia crowed, thrashing her head left and right, looking so helpless with the blindfold covering half her face. "Deeper! Harder! Use me! Abuse me! Fuck me until I can't breathe!"
Picking up on the "breathe" comment, I reached forward with my left hand, wrapping it around her neck and squeezing gently. Felicia started gasping for oxygen, feeling herself being strangled and her mouth flopped open while she arched her back and came as hard as I'd ever seen her.
Her pussy clamped down on my invading prick, holding on and not letting go while her entire body went NUTS beneath me. Like a fish flopping on the deck, Felicia's mouth flapped open and closed while she wriggled and bucked and trembled under my heavy weight. I felt a rush of adrenaline having her so helpless beneath me, and it took all my focus and concentration to make sure I didn't squeeze her neck too hard. With the blindfold, I couldn't even see the expression on Felicia's face to know whether she was having the greatest orgasm of her life or truly panicking with fear of death.
So I took my cues from her body. Her hips kept bucking at me while her pussy kept spasming around my cock, copious amounts of fluid squirting out of her to moisten my thighs. And when I figured she'd had enough, I let go of her neck and let the poor girl flop back onto the bed, like that gasping fish going limp in death with only a few final spastic twitches, her wrists still cuffed together to the headboard behind her.
"Holy fuuuuck..." Felicia gasped, her chest rising and falling dramatically while I let her legs fall to the bed. I settled my own weight on my elbows and knees, backing off enough to nip my lips at her nipples and kiss her forehead gently.
"FUCK I missed you, Ben," Felicia finally exhaled when she'd caught her breath. "And I'm glad I had a month off. You woulda killed me if I hadn't had time to recover from our last encounter."
I grinned and the gorgeous brunette pulled my face down to hers for a passionate kiss. But she could only keep it up for a few seconds before having to pull away and gasp for more oxygen. Felicia's jaw went slack in exhaustion and she turned her head. "Tap me out, please."
A fully-naked Adrienne was suddenly by my side, first removing Felicia's handcuffs and letting the well-fucked brunette remove her own blindfold. And then my girlfriend was pushing on my hips and rolling me onto my back where my proudly erect cock stuck straight up like a flagpole. "Aww, you saved it for me!" Adrienne grinned happily.
"You asked me to." I smiled in return. And then I looked up in sheer bliss as I saw my stunningly beautiful girlfriend. Her big round breasts were proudly bared to my gaze. I admired her flat tummy. And her toned thighs flexed beautifully as she straddled me.
Adrienne's left hand fisted my cock and aimed while she spread her own labia with her right. And then slowly, the girl I loved so dearly took me happily into her body. "Ooh ... so full, Ben. I love this feeling, the first moment of taking you inside of me."
"I love it too, Adrienne," I hummed as I reached up to palm both her massive tits.
"I'll always love you, Ben. Forever and always." Moisture began filling her eyes as she stared down at me. And all the while she continued bouncing up and down, fucking herself upon my rigid pole. "This body is yours to take whenever you want it. Take me now. Take me now!"
Seizing the moment, I rolled Adrienne over which dislodged my prick for a few seconds. But it was only for a few seconds as I grabbed her legs and rammed my dick into her once again, slamming my cock to the hilt in a single thrust.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!" the sexy blonde threw her head back and screamed at the thrust, yelling until her breath gave out. And while I hammered her body with rough thrusting she took a deep breath and screamed again, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!"
With meaty slaps, my pelvis impacted against hers. I drew back and then lunged forward repeatedly, slapping our bodies together.
"That's it! Fuck me, Ben! Harder! Pound me! FUCK! Fucking FUCK!"
Adrienne and I made love "our way": We fucked like animals. And with her screaming her lungs out and me bellowing my orgasm, we came together and I filled up her body with all the creamy spunk that had been storing up throughout the night. From Felicia's initial teasing to the arousal of drunken college girls doing body shots off each other and flashing their tits, I'd built up quite a load. And when the first great wad slammed into the back of Adrienne's pussy, she visibly flinched it hit her so hard. And that only made her scream even louder.
"FUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!"
When we were done, Adrienne used her strong legs to hold me inside her for a bit longer while I slowly went limp. We kissed with tender gentleness, a stark contrast to the violence of our fucking. It was our way of showing that we indeed loved each other as much as any couple could be in love. Adrienne was sexy, gorgeous, and willing to share. I really did have the greatest girlfriend in the world.
And when I finally rolled over onto my back, panting for air, Adrienne's voice crackled in the silence. "Felicia!"
"Yes'm?" The brunette replied obediently and quickly knelt beside Adrienne.
"Suck all that out of me!"
Felicia grinned. "Yes'm."
I was really liking college so far. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents and I adore the twins, but the freedom to just do whatever the fuck I wanted (and fuck whenever I wanted) without having to tiptoe around parents or younger siblings was just INCREDIBLE. I'd gotten thoroughly laid every single night since arriving and I didn't see any reason for that to change in the coming months. The fact was, I slept better after having sex.
That night, I slept very well. How could I not? I'd cum three times and fell into the deep sleep of the drunk and well-fucked.
After draining Adrienne's cunt of my first load, Felicia crawled on top of my girlfriend in a sixty-nine while I pounded her from behind and filled her up with a fresh batch. Adrienne then returned the favor by slurping me out while Felicia went down on me to revive me for a third round. And then Felicia reached over and spread Adrienne's cheeks for me while I pressed my dick into the blonde's backdoor. I literally fell asleep on top of my girlfriend's sweaty back with my cock still lodged in her rectum.
But sometime in the night, I'd slipped out of Adrienne's ass and someone had cleaned us up. I awoke just after 8am feeling refreshed and relaxed, even though I hadn't gone to sleep until after 3am. Like I said, I slept better after having sex. 5 post-ejaculate hours felt just as good as 8 hours with a round stuck in the chamber.
When I woke up, it was to find Adrienne spooned in front of me. I didn't remember cleaning up but I was wearing boxers and Adrienne was wearing panties. I dug my morning wood into the crease of her buttocks, humping lightly before full awareness hit me. After a while, I recalled that I'd bedded down with two young women last night; and I rolled onto my back to look for Felicia.
I found her sitting up on the daybed, a blanket around her lower body while she had her knees up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Her head had been turned to the side as she rested her cheek against her knees, but presently the pretty brunette picked her head up and smiled at me, her pale blue eyes sparkling in the morning light. "Hey," she said softly so as not to wake Adrienne.
"Hey," I responded in kind. "Did you sleep over there?"
Felicia shrugged. "I'm not used to sleeping with someone else." Her words indicated she preferred to be alone but I read something in her posture and tone that said she wouldn't mind some cuddling while awake.
I nodded and then gingerly slid myself off the bed, making sure Adrienne stayed asleep. Then I crossed the room and lifted the blanket to sit beside Felicia, wrapping my arm around her shoulders as she sighed happily and sagged against chest. "What are you doing up?" I asked.
She shrugged. "Not used to sleeping in unfamiliar beds, either. It's okay. I don't need much sleep. I'm used to it."
"Aww..." I hugged her a little tighter, and Felicia sighed contentedly as she felt my warm embrace. The fashion model was all skin and bones, slender limbs and minimal body fat. She felt cold beneath my grasp, despite the blanket. I wrapped my other arm around her and rocked her gently.
"Mmm ... this is nice..." Felicia hummed. "But maybe you shouldn't let Adrienne catch us like this."
I snorted. "She watched me plunging my dick into you, Felice. I think she can handle us cuddling. Really, she won't mind."
"Sex is one thing. That's just physical. Cuddling is more ... intimate, Ben." She smiled. "And did you just call me 'Felice'?"
I blinked and smiled. I had. It just sounded more ... comfortable. "Yeah, I think I did."
The beautiful brunette smiled and buried her nose against my chest. "I had an Aunt who used to call me 'Felice'. She couldn't have children of her own and said I was her 'happy little girl'."
I smiled and rocked Felicia a little more. The pretty girl in my arms exhaled slowly. "She died a few years ago. I miss that."
"Do you mind if I call you 'Felice'?"
She turned her face up to me, eyes big and bright as she looked deep into the back of my soul. "No. I don't mind."
I smiled and ran my hand over her forehead and through her hair, brushing her silky brown locks between my fingers. Felicia hummed happily while I massaged her scalp. But then she blinked a few more times before shrugging back. "Maybe you should stop holding me, Ben."
"I told you: Adrienne loves me and she knows I love her. She won't mind."
"I don't want to be a distraction. You've got enough complications as it is. And I meant it when I said no two people can keep up the pace you and Adrienne have been maintaining so far. Life as an adult couple isn't all roses and understanding. Shit happens."
"And we'll work on it when it comes to that. I love her." I sighed and gently brushed Felicia's cheek with the back of my hand. "Do you really want me to let go of you?"
Felicia blinked twice more before shaking her head. "No..." she said quietly. "I don't." The pretty brunette exhaled slowly. "I know why girls can fall in love with you so easily. It's not just the sex. You're attentive. You're considerate. You're just so ... warm ... and strong and protective. You're such a... man ... even though you're four years younger than me."
I smiled.
Felicia blinked again and pulled herself back. "But I'm feeling things I shouldn't for you, Ben. So thanks for the hug, but we need to stay friends, okay?"
I frowned but didn't want to let her go. There was just something so innately appealing to me about holding a pretty girl in my arms. I rubbed her arm and bent her head to mine. And then I kissed her forehead tenderly. "Okay, Felice."
She shivered, blinking rapidly while staring at my chest. And then before I could react, Felicia suddenly grabbed my head and pulled it to her again, this time making sure my lips met hers as she fell backwards across the daybed and pulled me on top of her.
In the night, Felicia had pulled on one of my T-shirts, not having any other clothes of her own. The smell reminded me of how Brooke had often worn my T- shirts to bed, or how Adrienne had recently picked up the habit as well. It was certainly a good smell, a positive smell that stirred my arousal. And I was quick to help Felicia pull it over her head before ducking my face to the crook of her neck to kiss and lick while she moaned softly and clutched me to her body.
We french kissed for a few minutes, the gorgeous brunette pressing her firm tits into my bare chest while her hands stroked my spine. And once my body locked onto the concept that we were indeed about to fuck, all my automatic sexual instincts kicked in while my brain called up Felicia's "user manual". It was a pretty simple guide; the girl was an orgasm machine. Almost every button I pushed would provide her with pleasure. And she started cumming from the moment my dick slotted into her pussy.
"Ohhh, fuck me, Ben..." Felicia groaned blissfully while her eyes spaced out and her pussy spasmed around my cock. I recognized her tone. Last night, I'd fucked her. But this morning, Felicia wanted me to make love to her.
So I didn't pin her down. I didn't restrain her wrists. I didn't even fold her legs over my shoulders. I simply scooped my hands beneath her shoulder blades, keeping my weight off her chest while dipping my face to meet hers for a passionate kiss. Felicia hooked her ankles around my calves, tugging me gently to get me even deeper into her.
We moved at an Andante pace, not too slow but not too fast either. We kept the volume down, not out of respect for Adrienne's slumber but just because there was no need for words. Felicia's eyes shone as she looked at me. She whimpered softly with cute squeaks to accentuate every little thrust. Even though I had an arsenal of buttons to push, to work her body like a puppet to make her scream or cream, I didn't use them. I simply made love to her, just the way she wanted.
Felicia only had two orgasms: the first when I first slotted into her, and the second when I came. There wasn't much of a ramp up. One minute I was thrusting at a calm Andante pace and then all of a sudden I grunted, "I'm cumming, Felice! I'm cumming!"
"Cum in me!" Felicia moaned happily. "Cum in me!" And then she tightened up and climaxed as she felt my hot jets spurting inside her body.
I turned my head and kissed her as I came, feeling the blissful morning relief as I poured out my creamy load, feeling like my orgasm was flowing out of me in a single stream. Felicia hummed happily into my mouth while our tongues wrapped around each other. And our hips kept rhythmically pumping up and down on the bed.
But then Felicia abruptly pulled her face away. "No. No! Ben, we shouldn't have done that!"
"Wha-?" I picked my head up, confused as all hell. My cock twitched inside her pussy.
"You shouldn't have made love to me," she whimpered pitifully. "I needed you to just fuck me!"
"Wha-?" I still didn't understand.
"I can't fall in love with you, Ben! You're not mine to have!" Felicia started crying and slapping my shoulders. "You're not mine to have!"
"Felice..." I began slowly.
"No!" She turned and her eyes dimmed to a steely grey. "You're not mine. You're hers. And I can't take you away from her. I've stolen guys before, but not from you." Felicia's gaze was now to the right of me, and I turned my head to see Adrienne sitting up in bed, trapping the sheets against her chest.
I blinked in confusion. Felicia shuddered beneath me and then bit her lip. "I'm sorry, Adrienne. I never meant for it to get this far."
"It's okay," my girlfriend replied softly. "I'm not jealous. But I've been there. I understand what you're going through." And then Adrienne got up, moving to me and then gently but firmly directing me out of Felicia's sodden pussy.
I sat back, somewhat confused by what was going on. I knew I was supposed to be the man. I was supposed to take charge of my life. But how the hell could I take charge of a situation I couldn't comprehend? In some ways, I understood women so innately, like how to pleasure them even better than they knew themselves. But emotions? Love? I didn't understand women at all.
Felicia whimpered but bowed her head obediently when Adrienne came back with the blindfold and collar. The beautiful brunette darted one glance to me just as Adrienne was about to put it on her, causing my girlfriend to stop and wait. But then Felicia turned her head and nodded a confirmation, allowing the blonde to fasten the blindfold and then attach the collar. Adrienne then dropped a familiar tube of KY Jelly into Felicia's hands and guided the girl onto our bed before returning to me.
"What's going on?" I asked.
Adrienne simply brushed her hair behind her ears and knelt on the floor before me. "You're going to fuck her, Ben." And then my girlfriend bent over to slurp my limp dick into her mouth, sucking off Felicia's pussy juice.
"I just did," I explained.
Adrienne shook her head with my cock still in her mouth before pulling back. "No, you made love to her, a very bad thing to do when a girl feels like she's falling in love with you, at least if you don't want her to end up in love with you. Now you've got to fuck her, put her back into place."
"What?"
"You're friends, Ben. That's all she really wants and all I think you want from her. Or do you want Felicia to be your girlfriend?"
It was an odd thing to hear my girlfriend asking me, and I stroked Adrienne's hair and said, "No. I love you."
"Then you have to fuck her. Just take her and use her. Fuck her and don't be gentle about it. You're friends, Ben. It's just about sex, not love. You've got to fix this." And then Adrienne bent over and resumed blowing me to get me hard again.
My jaw went up and down a few times. It was hard to wrap my head around what was going on. It was even harder while my brain was constantly being bombarded by pleasurable feelings emanating from Adrienne's fantastic blowjob.
But then I looked up to see a blindfolded and collared Felicia pull her lubricated fingers out of her own ass while bent over in anticipation. She folded her arms on top of the mattress and rested her cheek against them. And her butt was in the air, supported by her knees.
My sex drive surged, washing away any further doubt in my mind. The sexual animal inside me took charge. The goal was clear: fuck Felicia's ass. Bend her over, ream her out, and blast her bowels full of cum. Forget emotions. Forget feelings. Forget trying to understand the why I was doing this or trying to figure out what made Felicia tick. She wanted me to fuck her ass, and fuck her ass I would do. And when Adrienne stood up and moved over to spread the brunette model's cheeks, I knew exactly what I had to do.
I wasn't gentle as I rammed my dick through Felicia's anus. Her scream was loud enough to wake the whole house if they weren't up already. But the scream was quickly followed by a howl of pleasure as my hands found Felicia's clitoris and I strummed out a quick melody to send her into ecstasy. As quickly as possible, I sped up to Allegretto, sodomizing the older girl bent over before me and almost brutally shoving my thick dick in and out of her stretched anus.
Adrienne wasn't idle, either. She'd ditched her panties and moved in front of Felicia. Spreading her legs, she inched up until her pussy was right in front of the blindfolded girl's face. Felicia took the hint, leaning forward to begin lapping at my girlfriend's wet snatch while I continued reaming out her ass.
I spanked Felicia's left ass cheek.
"Aaaahhh!"
"Take it, bitch!" No more 'Felice'. Not right now. I spanked her again.
"AAAAHHH!"
"Take it! Take my cock up your ass!" I sped up to Vivo.
"Unnghhh," she groaned into Adrienne's crotch while my girlfriend grabbed the back of her head and shoved it deeper.
"Cum with my cock in your ass!" I commanded, reaching around to squeeze her nipples.
"Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh..."
"Cum for me! Cum for me!" I popped two fingers into her spasming cunt, thrumming her clit with my thumb while I pinched into her left nipple with the nails of both my left thumb and middle finger.
"AAAAGH!"
"CUM, BITCH, CUM!"
"Ohhh-FUCK! FUUUUUUCK!" Felicia tensed and screamed into Adrienne's pussy as the climax tore through her body.
"CUM!!!" I howled.
"AAAAGH!" she screamed again, her body shaking and vibrating in orgasm.
"CUM!!!"
"WAAAAH!!!" Felicia shrieked as the orgasm built even higher.
"ARRRGHHH!" I joined her, spraying down Felicia's bowels with fresh spurts of scalding hot spunk. I slammed my hips into her a final time, pushing her hard enough to make her knees buckle and her body collapse onto the mattress while I continued spewing jism into the depths of her rectum.
And when I squeezed out the last drop, feeling the slow dribble of it tumbling out of my prick to settle somewhere deep inside Felicia's anal chute, I leaned my head forward to where Adrienne was smiling at me, tilting my head to hers and sighing, "I love you, Adrienne."
"I love you too, Tiger," she replied. And then she looked down and gently patted Felicia on the head while the brunette was still blindfolded, panting, and drooling a bit onto the mattress. "And you're a good sex slave, Felicia."
I watched the corners of Felicia's mouth curl upwards. "Thank you, Mistress," she sighed, giggling at the submissive term. "But with your permission, I don't think I'm going to visit for a few weeks."
Adrienne giggled. "Need time to recharge, huh?"
"Yeah," Felicia sighed. "Much more of this and you guys will kill me.."
54 Cohabitation l
SATURDAY, AUGUST 31, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
Adrienne, Felicia, and I emerged from the bedroom to survey the damage from last night's house party. Surprisingly, there wasn't much.
Yeah, I knew there had been beer cans and bottles strewn about the room, but most had already ended up in our recycle bins. The furniture was more or less where it was supposed to be, and someone had cleaned up the puddle of beer where a drunk Tracy McMillan had decided to upend a bottle over her tits last night.
"Oh, hey guys," I moved forward. "You're guests. You shouldn't have to do that."
Bert and Lynne were up and about, putting the last of the beer cans away and fixing the crooked lamp shade. Bert shrugged. "We were up. Seemed like the least we could do for you guys inviting us and letting us crash overnight."
Lynne just fixed a naughty smile on her face, her eyes obviously roving up and down my body. "Looks like somebody had a good time this morning."
Bert blushed a bright pink. "Sounded like it, too," he blurted.
Lynne giggled. "This house has absolutely no soundproofing."
It was my turn to blush. "Did we wake you?"
"Technically ... no," Lynne replied while glancing at Bert. Then her eyes rolled up to the ceiling. "It was Dayna squalling at the top of her lungs that really did it. Or I suppose it could be Tracy. Either way, it started upstairs. But then yeah, you guys were pretty loud. 'Cum, bitch, cum'? 'Take my cock up your ass'?" Lynne giggled. "Ben, I'm glad you never got that wild with me."
Bert turned bright pink again, his eyes darting back and forth between Adrienne and Felicia, who were standing behind me wearing nothing but my T-shirts. It seemed like the poor guy was trying to figure out which girl I'd just finished sodomizing.
"Anyways, we're almost done." Lynne waved me off. "Go ahead and get cleaned up you guys. We'll finish up."
"Okay," Adrienne then put in. "But you have to stay and let us make you breakfast. Deal?"
Bert's stomach growled loudly. He looked up with a goofy grin and replied, "Deal."
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
[knock knock]
I looked up and said, "Come in."
The door swung open and a cute redhead in a simple blouse and skirt stood in the doorway. It was the first time I'd seen Paige in something other than a schoolgirl uniform; and for the first time she really looked eighteen to me.
"Hi, Ben," she started nervously while waving back into the living room. "Adrienne said you shouldn't be too busy. But if you are, I can come back another time."
I read the hopeful need in her voice and simply nodded, gesturing next to me on the daybed. I put my book down and pushed myself into a corner. "You look better. Last time I saw you, you were a little green around the gills."
She blushed as she sat down and smoothed her skirt in front of her. "Thanks for getting me home. I don't think I'd ever been that drunk before. Actually, I had planned to come visit yesterday; but I wound up with the worst hangover."
I smiled. "Be glad you puked then; it cleared out a lot of the alcohol. Otherwise your hangover might have been worse."
She smiled and looked down, "Lesson learned."
I smiled back and relaxed somewhat. Another new development was that Paige was moving at what felt like half-speed. Normally she was such a hyper, chatty sprite. But today, with the more grown-up clothes and toned down attitude, I could see the young adult woman she was becoming. "So what's up?" I asked.
Paige pinched her lips nervously and glanced away before beginning, "I wanted to apologize for how I behaved at the party on Friday. My memory isn't perfect, but I'm pretty sure I kind of threw myself at you, didn't I?"
I shrugged. "No apology necessary."
She smiled wryly. "You probably have girls throwing themselves at you all the time, don't you?"
I chuckled. "Uh, I don't want to say ALL the time."
Paige looked at me a little funny. "Do you sleep with them?"
I shrugged. "Sometimes."
She bit her lip and glanced down for a moment. "Then why didn't you?"
I arched an eyebrow. "Didn't what? Sleep with you?"
She nodded.
"Paige, you know I'm with Adrienne."
The cute redhead looked a way, taking a long time to think before turning back to me and sighing, "Is that the only reason?"
"You were drunk, Paige."
"I'm not drunk now."
"You throwing yourself at me right now?"
"Would you have sex with me if I did?"
I had to cut this off before it got out of hand. Taking a deep breath, I collected myself and then asked, "Paige, what's going on?"
She huffed and looked away. "Am I not pretty enough for you? Sexy enough? I mean, I know I'm short and my boobs aren't that big but-"
"Paige, Paige," I sat up and took her hands. I squeezed until she slowed down again, calming her breathing and looking right back into my eyes. Only then did I ask again, "What's going on?"
She tilted her head. "I want ... I want..." She took another breath. "I've got a big crush on you, Ben."
I bit my lip and sighed. "Paige, I'm in love with Adrienne."
"I know..." She pulled her hands back and turned away.
"And you don't even really know me," I explained.
"You rescued me, Ben. That's all I need to know."
"Ryan rescued you. I just got my ass kicked."
Paige shook her head. "You did. You came in, even though you had no idea Ryan was coming; and I got free because of you."
"Then it's just a hero-worship complex. Paige, I'd be happy to get to know you, as a friend. And I WANT to be your friend. It's like I now have this cosmic responsibility to make sure you're safe and keep you out of trouble. But if you're looking for a boyfriend, I'm sorry."
Still turned to the side, the petite redhead blinked a few times before glancing back at me. "What if I just want to give my virginity to you?"
"Paige!" I barked.
She winced and looked away again.
"Think about that before you say anything. A girl's virginity is very precious to her."
"And I can't think of a better guy to give it to." She looked at me with big blue puppy dog eyes.
I shook my head. Yeah, I'd slept with other girls since hooking up with Adrienne, all with her permission. Girls like Candy, Heather, Helene, and now Dayna. But this was a little different. None of those girls had latent feelings for me; they just wanted sex. Romantic emotions ... complicated things. "Paige, it wouldn't be right. That's something you should save until you're sure about it, sure about the guy."
"I'm sure about you!"
"You don't even know me." I held up a hand to forestall her response. "Not really. Not yet. And it wouldn't be fair to you, knowing that my heart belongs to someone else."
A solitary tear rolled down her cheek, but she gritted her teeth and nodded. I wanted badly to reach out and hug her, reassure her, but in a moment like this, such affection would only raise false hopes. I waited patiently, looking sympathetic but stern.
At last, she took a deep breath, nodding again. "I get it. I'm not happy with it; but I get it."
"Paige, I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. I know I can't compete with a goddess like Adrienne, anyways."
"It's not about that and you know it." I took a chance, saying, "If it makes you feel any better, you are very sexy Paige. You've a beautiful face and your body is quite boner-inducing."
A little smile tugged at the corners of her lips and she turned to face me with a twinkle in her eye. "Really?"
"Really."
"So..." Paige began in a curious tone. "If I didn't have this crush on you, you'd consider sleeping with me?"
"No," I shook my head firmly. "Your virginity is still something I'd recommend you save for the right guy."
Paige grinned. "I DID say I still know stuff. There're ... other ... things we could do..."
"Paige..." I began in a warning tone.
"Okay, okay." She waved and turned back, taking a deep breath. "I can't help it, Ben. You turn me on."
"That's okay, I don't mind." I shrugged.
Paige inhaled again. "Please tell me I didn't totally ruin any chance of being friends with you."
I shook my head. "No, not at all." I sat up now and re-took her hands, squeezing gently and rubbing the backs of her fingers with my thumbs. "I told you I'd give you the chance to get to know me; and I'd like to get to know you, too."
She smiled radiantly, looking adorably cute. "Me, too."
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"You were quite loud that time," Adrienne giggled as she unbuttoned my shirt and yanked it down my arms.
"Dayna was in a particular mood."
"YOU were in a particular mood," my girlfriend giggled while she worked my jeans. They were easy to remove since I'd never bothered to zip myself back up.
"Sorry ... I was just sooo horny..."
Adrienne laughed, "I know. I'm your girlfriend, remember?"
"Most girlfriends don't send their boyfriends upstairs to practically * the hot blonde," I reasoned and stepped out of my jeans.
"I was busy. I was in the middle of a chapter and I didn't want to lose my train of thought," Adrienne hummed while she fisted my cock.
"I know, I know. I'm not complaining."
Adrienne giggled again. "Mmm ... you've still got her juices on you." And then the gorgeous blonde darted her head forward and almost immediately dropped her lips to the very base of my cock, taking my full length deep into her throat.
I groaned in pleasure and then she pulled back, smacking her lips. "Yummy. Now I want you to tell me what you did to her."
"What?" I arched an eyebrow.
"Tell me. Play-by-play." Adrienne nodded firmly before taking me into her mouth again. I'd only cum the one time with Dayna and was rock hard for more.
I grinned and thought about it. "Well, uh, Dayna did say anytime, anywhere," I began, sighing happily while running my fingers through my girlfriend's silky blonde hair.
Adrienne popped off. "And in any hole, right?"
I chuckled. "Well, I didn't want to have to clean up before coming down here. Otherwise, Dayna DID want me up her ass..."
Adrienne giggled and resumed her blowjob.
"Anyways, I was so hot and horny I literally just banged Dayna's door open, startling her away from her books. She looked frightened for all of half a second before she saw the gleam in my eyes. And she was unresisting from that point on as I grabbed her shoulders and started manhandling her. Hell, I think she got wet just because I was being so forceful."
"Mmm..." Adrienne moaned around my meat, her lips quivering and her eyelids fluttering.
"I took her right there over her desk. Didn't even bother to remove her clothes. She was soaking wet by the time I got her jeans and panties down to her knees, and I left them there, keeping her legs together. Her cunt was sooo freakin' tight that way," I sighed.
"Mmm..." Adrienne moaned again.
"I got my hands inside her shirt and under her bra. The straps kinda pinched down around my wrists, but I wasn't going to let go of her tits. I squeezed them roughly and pinched her nipples while using them as handholds to ram her body back against me. Dayna had her own hands braced on top of some papers, and they started slipping all over the desk and she had to scramble not to fall over while I kept pounding her pussy from behind."
"Mmm-nnnghhh..." Adrienne groaned. She was fingering herself by now.
"Once she got a grip on the desk and started fucking her hips back at me, I began spanking her. She was shrieking so loud by then, yelling 'Fuck me! Harder!' Could you hear her from down here?"
"Mm-hmm," Adrienne nodded and sucked again. I was getting close.
"I'm not sure how long it was, but it didn't take long. I was so revved up I just powered my way through her body without restraint. I never went near her clit, but Dayna tightened up and came pretty quickly herself. That time she was so loud, Brandi actually came over and started watching. Can you believe that?"
Adrienne smiled around my dick mirthfully, picturing me hammering away at Dayna over her desk while my big sister stood in the doorway, masturbating herself.
"I only lasted another minute after that. I wasn't trying to hold back, I just wanted to cum. So I dug my nails into Dayna's tits and jerked her against my crotch, roaring as I started spunking my load into her body. My hips must have jerked three or four times while I filled her up, and when I was done, I simply smacked her ass again and said, 'Thanks for the ride.'"
Adrienne giggled, causing pleasant vibrations to shoot up my rod.
"Dayna just groaned and sagged against the desk. I could see my cum already starting to leak out of her pink taco. And I simply turned around and grinned to Brandi, saying, 'She's all yours.'" I chuckled. "My sister couldn't get Dayna's jeans and panties off fast enough. I heard Brandi slurping my jism out of Dayna's cunt before I even got to the stairs. And now I'm here."
"Mmm-hmm..." Adrienne hummed, and then took me deep into her throat once again.
Listening to my story had gotten her revved up, and Adrienne attacked my cock with a fervor. She actually brought herself off once before reaching out with her hands to fondle my balls and tickle the underside of my shaft. A few moments later, the hot blonde got the result she'd desired as I started busting my nut inside her mouth.
I watched Adrienne's throat contracting with every gulp, hearing the wet sounds of her swallowing while she jacked my rod in her right hand and continued fondling my testicles with her left. And such a look of blissful pleasure crossed my girlfriend's face that I couldn't be sure she hadn't just orgasmed again.
In the end, Adrienne sucked me dry and pulled back to take a deep breath, filling her lungs with oxygen and causing her tits to expand in her tight top. She swept her lower lip out to clean up the little bit of cum that had started to leak out, and then smacked her lips happily.
"Next time, go ahead and fuck Dayna's ass." Adrienne grinned up at me from her position still kneeling in our bedroom. "Then come down here, bend me over, lube me up, and cornhole the hell outta me, too. Got it?"
I grinned. "Got it."
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Hey everyone."
I looked up from my spot on the couch to see Angela Chan and Monique St. Claire walk in. Only a couple of weeks into the semester, they — and all our other friends — didn't bother ringing the doorbell anymore. If the front door was unlocked, people just cruised on in. It was easier than having someone constantly get up to answer the door.
As people living in an off-campus house, within days I found that we'd become Social Central. We were convenient to a lot of academic areas, as much as the dorms. But our living room was a private lounge for our cadre of friends as opposed to the masses at one of the dorms or any other campus hangout. Some people congregated on the steps of Sproul Hall every day; our friends congregated here.
On this day, Dawn, Ryan, Gwen, Robin, Paige, and Bert were with me in the living room while we all studied or did homework. Including Adrienne, I supposed this was my new "crew". On any given day, most all of us would end up hanging out in some form or another. It wasn't quite as routine as my old High School lunch group, but we eight were the daily regulars in the living room.
Angela and Monique waved to us and then headed for the stairs, going up to hang out with Brandi and Dayna. Dayna's Master Bedroom had its own sitting area up there.
I was just getting back into my book when a loud voice shattered the silence. "Oh, come ON, Ben. This is the third time this week!"
"Wait, what?" I frowned.
My girlfriend came storming out of our bedroom looking as if I'd just dropped my shorts and taken a crap in her underwear drawer. "It's a frikkin' big hamper, Ben!" Adrienne bitched. "I thought you were a basketball player! How the fuck do you miss THAT?"
"What?"
"Your socks! They're on the floor! AGAIN!"
I got defensive. "They're ... around ... the hamper."
"But not IN the hamper, Ben! IN the hamper!" Adrienne tossed her hands into the air and stomped back into the bedroom.
"Trouble in paradise?" Robin snarked.
"Don't!" I pointed a finger at the pretty brunette threateningly. The sarcastic girl just shrugged and turned back to her book.
"Classic roommate conflict," Gwen mused. She was a psych major and not taking Math 16A with us, but our house was still her primary hangout spot. "You and Miss Perfect starting to get on each other's nerves already?"
I rolled my eyes. "They're just socks, Gwen. Don't make a big deal out of it. And Adrienne's not 'Miss Perfect'."
Gwen shrugged. "If you say so. But if this is the first time you've ever lived with a girl, you're in for one hell of a nightmare the next few months."
"I've lived with FOUR sisters," I sighed.
"But never like this," Gwen giggled. "Mark my words."
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Come ON, Ben! What did you do with my Comparative Lit book?"
"What? What?" I frowned. I paused the PS2 on which I'd been gaming with Bert. I hadn't been much of a video gamer before but Bert had decided to leave his at our house since he didn't spend much time at home anymore. And with the console just beckoning to us every day ... well ... why NOT have a little entertainment?
Adrienne came stomping out of our bedroom waving a thick Comparative Literature text. "Well?"
I arched an eyebrow and pointed. "Uh, isn't THAT the Comparative Lit book?"
"Ben!" Adrienne huffed. "This is YOUR Comparative Lit book. Where's MINE?"
I screwed up my face. "Huh? It's the same thing."
"No ... it's NOT!" I swear you could see flames shooting out of my girlfriend's ears. "Mine has my NOTES in the margins!"
"Oh, uh..." I'd had the class just that afternoon. I fumbled around for my backpack and opened the main compartment, pulling out Adrienne's Comparative Lit book. "Uh, sorry."
"Ben!" Adrienne sighed. "I know we're sharing a room and all but you'd THINK you could keep your own shit straight."
"Sorry," I shrugged and turned back to the video game, unpausing it.
By the way, guys: Turning away and re-starting the video game is a BAD thing to do when your girlfriend is upset with you. Adrienne made this point quite clear when she walked up behind me and smacked me upside the head with my Comparative Lit book.
"Oww!!!" I squalled. But that was all I had time to do as Adrienne dropped my book onto the coffee table with a thud and grabbed hers, storming back into our bedroom.
Yeah ... I wasn't getting laid tonight...
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"You look a little frazzled today," Dawn bumped her hip into mine, momentarily knocking me off balance while we trudged up the hill. She looked absolutely adorable in a navy blue Cal baseball cap with her sunny blonde hair drawn into braided pigtails, a la DJ. A ringer T-shirt that hugged her nice tits and spray- painted jeans completed her sporty but sexy look.
"Don't wanna talk about it."
"What? Big Ben goes a night without sex and he wakes up all cranky?"
"I said I don't want to talk about it, Dawn," I grumped.
"Hey, what good is it being your best friend if I can't tease you every now and again?" she giggled.
"Dawn..." I growled.
"What? You gonna get mad at me? Come on, I'd like to see that. You're NEVER mad at me," the pretty blonde laughed mockingly.
"Grr!" I turned and dipped my shoulder, pushing it into Dawn's midsection and lifting her up while she squealed and laughed as I stood up straight. My best friend was flopped over my shoulder like a rag doll.
"Ben! Ben!" she shrieked and giggled at the same time.
"I'll show you mad!" I laughed and spanked her butt.
"Ben!"
I spanked her again. "Naughty girl!" [spank]. "This'll teach you to tease me!" [spank]
"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!" she laughed and immediately I set her back down onto her feet.
"Whew..." Dawn sighed, stopping and putting her hands on her hips. "Sometimes I forget how strong you are."
I shrugged. "Fucking improves muscle tone."
"Maybe..." Dawn grinned mischievously, a new gleam coming into her eyes. "But unfortunately you missed your regular workout last night."
I rolled my eyes and then darted forward, Dawn turning and running away this time while cackling gleefully.
I chased her eagerly, deliberately not quite catching up to her while she bobbed and weaved amongst the other students around us until finally she stopped and turned, letting me grab her around her waist and lift her into the air while spinning us around.
With delighted glee on her beautiful face, Dawn laughed and hung onto me for dear life. But eventually, she patted my shoulders and I set her back down. The both of us then paused to catch our breath.
I had to admit one thing: I didn't feel so grumpy anymore.
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Oh, come ON, Adrienne!"
Adrienne could complain all she wanted about my inability to locate the hamper ... or trash can ... or whatever. It's not like she was a neat-freak either. She had an annoying habit of leaving papers on every single possible flat surface available in our room. Desks, shelves, bookcases, end tables, whatever. Paper, paper, paper. School notes, mail, flyers she picked up for some odd reason around campus: All managed to end up covering our room.
This day, I had to make a run into town to pick up groceries, things like a 25 lb. bag of rice and some other large items that would require the use of a car. Only ... I couldn't find the keys to the Mustang.
What felt like fifteen minutes later, I finally dug them out from underneath a pile of random crap on the nightstand. Of course, being a dude, I'd thought I checked the same nightstand already. But let's not talk about me.
I met my girlfriend out in the living room where she was hanging out with the rest of our crew. "What is WITH the papers? You practically buried the keys on the nightstand!" I jiggled the keys in front of her.
Adrienne took one look at me and rolled her eyes. "And exactly how difficult was it to lift the paper and grab the keys?"
"That's not the point! It took me fifteen fucking minutes to FIND them!"
"Then just ask me." Adrienne sighed as if I was the biggest whiner in the world.
"If I ASK you then you roll your eyes at me like I'm some dumbass who can't even find a damn thing on my own!"
She rolled her eyes again. And in the most condescending voice, she asked, "ARE you a dumbass who can't find a damn thing on your own?"
Yeah, you can guess how the fight went from there.
After about three minutes, Gwen finally chirped, "Roommate issues. I TOLD you."
"Gwen, shut the FUCK up!" Adrienne turned and practically breathed flame.
I just jiggled the keys and walked out the door.
Later that evening, I was sitting at one end of the couch ... and Adrienne was sitting at the other. Neither of us spoke to each other. Yeah, we were studying, so we technically didn't need to talk to each other. But at the same time, you could cut the tension between us with a freakin' chopstick.
"Ben, you got a minute?"
Both Adrienne and I looked up to see Brandi standing in the doorway to the living room. I glanced at my girlfriend for the briefest of moments before shrugging to my sister. "Uh, sure."
Brandi turned and headed for the stairs. I put my book down and followed after her. She went into her bedroom and then motioned for me to close the door. My sister then patted the bed beside her and I sat. And then she turned and knelt before me, reaching for my fly.
"Hey, what?" I blurted, surprised by the turn of events.
"You're all stressed out, Ben."
"I'm fine," I grumped.
"No you're not. You and Adrienne look like you hate each other's guts, and I can tell you're all tense inside."
I sighed. "I said some things I shouldn't have."
"So make it up to her."
"No! It's her fault as much as mine!"
"Well one of you is going to have to start patching things up."
"Doesn't mean it has to be me."
My sister sighed and then reached for my fly again.
"Hey!"
Brandi rolled her eyes. "Well I've got a craving. Can you help me? Please?" My sister batted her eyelashes at me and licked her lips. My cock started to rise in my shorts and I just leaned back, bracing my hands against the mattress.
Less than a minute later, my sister's head bobbed up and down in my lap. Feeling new pleasure shooting through my body, I paused to admire her pretty face and ran my fingers through her long, dark hair. She smiled around my cock and fixed her big brown eyes on me. Once I was hard and twitching, she pulled off and said, "Now that I have your attention, tell me what's going on."
"Brandi!" I whined.
"Tell me, or I won't finish you off."
"Please?" I begged. Once brought to this state of arousal, I was pretty helpless.
My sister bent her head, taking a long lick at my prick from balls to crown, humming happily before pulling her head back and fixing me with a stern look. "Apologize to her."
"For what?" I whimpered, biting my lip. "Today was her fault."
"And tomorrow will be your fault. Shit happens. Fault doesn't matter. All that matters is what you want to get out of it in the end." Brandi bent back over my cock. "So right now, Ben, do you or don't you want me to suck you off?"
"Yesss..." I pleaded.
"Is it fair that I'm making you play twenty questions first?"
"No," I whimpered.
"But it's still the reality you're facing." She licked me again. "Forget about fault, Ben. Your relationship with Adrienne is fraying at the edges and you've got to do something about it."
"But it's not about our relationship," I whined. "She nitpicks me as a roommate, not as a boyfriend."
"Doesn't matter. Right now, you're both roommate AND boyfriend. And either conflict will fuck up the way you two act around each other."
"Okay, okay," I groaned and added desperately. "I'll talk to her."
Brandi licked me again, forcing me to shiver. "I mean it. Talk to her," she intoned. "Don't argue with her. Be the bigger man. Because you've got to remember, she's a girl Ben, and sometimes it's more important to us to win the argument than be right."
"That's not fair," I simpered.
"I never said it was fair. It just is. This is your reality. Deal with it and man up."
I sighed. And in a more calm voice I nodded. "Okay."
Brandi searched my eyes to make sure I really understood while stroking me in her hand lightly to keep me aroused. She arched her eyebrow at me, waiting for my next whining, little-brother complaint.
Instead I just said, "Okay, I get it." I pulled my dick away from her. "You've got my attention and I get it."
Brandi smiled and sat back on her heels.
"Quite the unorthodox method for a sister to get her brother's attention, though," I growled while tucking my erection back into my shorts.
The pretty 20-year-old brunette smiled. "We're not an orthodox family." And then as if to prove her point, she lunged forward again, yanked my dick back out of my shorts, and shoved it into her mouth.
"Whoa! Whoa!" My eyes popped open. "I thought you were just trying to get my attention?"
Brandi smirked around my cock, pulling away just long enough to say, "I want some incestuous brother cum. That's MY reality."
I planted my hands on the mattress and let my head loll backwards, groaning as Brandi sucked and licked with exquisite technique. And after another couple of minutes, she succeeded in pulling out my orgasm.
After firing a couple of pints of sperm into her belly, I sagged back until just my elbows were holding me from falling flat across Brandi's bed. My sister tucked her hair behind her ears and knelt over me, bending down to kiss me softly. "Feel better?"
"Yeah," I sighed.
"Good. Now go downstairs and fix things with your girlfriend. We all love you Ben, and we won't LET you screw this up."
I thrust forward a final time, grunting my orgasm into Adrienne's ear as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into her sucking pussy. My girlfriend clutched at me with all four limbs, holding me tightly as if she never, ever wanted to let me go. She crooned her own climax into my ear and our bodies thrashed violently together until our energy ran out and we collapsed together, sweaty and satisfied.
"Mmm ... that was a good apology, Tiger," Adrienne patted my shoulder.
"I love you, Adrienne."
"I know. I love you, too."
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Ben, I want you to meet Grace Choi. We have a couple of classes together." Adrienne smiled at me. "Grace, this is my boyfriend, Ben."
I had to stop and let my eyes run up and down the simply gorgeous Korean girl, who was right out of the mold of the hottest Asian babes I'd known in my lifetime. Almost as tall as Adrienne, Grace nevertheless was built more on the fashion model frame, with slender limbs and a delicate bone structure that made her good-sized tits look over-proportionally bigger. Matched with an exotically angular face, Grace was very much "my type".
I steeled my spine and stepped forward confidently. I'd bedded some of the most stunning creatures on the planet and I wasn't about to be shy in front of another beautiful girl. "Hi. Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise. Adrienne talks a lot about you," Grace replied with just the smallest trace of an accent. And I noticed that her eyes were similarly giving me the once over, a pleased smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
I gestured towards the café. "Shall we?"
Adrienne and Grace nodded and we all went inside. Due to a quirk in scheduling, this was a rare opportunity for Adrienne and me to meet for lunch. And while I'd been momentarily disappointed not to have the time alone with my girlfriend, I couldn't complain about the company.
Grace was flirty and giggly and all the things I liked about girls. She and Adrienne were getting along famously and even getting a little touchy-feely with each other; the little shoulder slaps and cheek pinches somewhat more than the usual girly relationship. And about halfway through lunch, recognition of what was going on finally clicked for me.
I waited until after lunch and after we said goodbye to Grace before asking Adrienne about it. And then the first free moment I got I leaned into my girlfriend's ear, rubbed her ass, and queried, "Is she going to be the new 'Candy'?"
"Ben!" Adrienne hissed while pulling her head away from me and giggling. Adrienne actually looked embarrassed as she stammered, "She's just a classmate."
I folded my arms over my chest and arched an eyebrow at her.
She caved after another two seconds. "Well ... maybe. I don't know yet. Although, she IS quite hot, isn't she?"
I glanced off into the distance, where Grace was not yet out of sight. "That she is."
Adrienne sighed and wrapped an arm around my waist while laying her head on my shoulder. "I have to admit, I really do miss Candy. You know, a part of me hoped I would develop that kind of relationship with Dawn, but I don't think it's going to happen."
I frowned. "Why not?"
Adrienne turned and poked me in the chest. "You, silly. Dawn's already YOUR best friend. She can't be mine, too. And besides, while she and I are comfortable around each other, I think the shared history with you two won't ever let me and her quite be that tight with each other, you know?"
I sighed. There went my fantasies about living with both of them for the rest of my life. Yeah, it would be awesome; but human beings don't always fall neatly into the roles you might hope for. I nodded in understanding. "So you'll tell me if things with Grace start ... ah ... progressing?"
Adrienne shrugged. "Of course. Open honesty, remember? But I'm not going to rush things. If it happens, it happens." Her words said she was being cautious, but I recognized the hopeful look in my girlfriend's eye.
I leaned in and pecked her forehead. "Good luck."
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"BENNN!!!"
The shrieking voice startled me from my book, popping my head up. I blinked twice and looked over to the desk at Adrienne, pausing for a moment to admire how devastatingly sexy my girlfriend looked at this moment. She was wearing one of my button-down dress shirts. Hell, she wore them more than me, lately; it had become something of a uniform for her around the house. Her massive tits pushed out the material and caused each gap between the buttons to open, so that I could glimpse her creamy titflesh every now and again when I had just the right angle. Sometimes she didn't even bother to button it, letting me see the color of her bra and the swells of her cleavage. After all, our friends usually all left before 11pm and we locked the front door, so modesty was no longer much of an issue.
"BENNN!!!" The shriek went off again. "SPIDER!!!"
Another spider. This old house had a zillion places for the damn things to hide and it seemed like I was on spider-execution duty every other day. I sighed and closed my book while Adrienne smirked. I stood up and pointed a finger at her. "Don't pretend that you haven't shrieked like that under the same circumstances."
My stunning blonde girlfriend held her hands up defensively and nodded. "I know, I know." Adrienne had certainly had her fair share of spider-panic moments. In fact, only Dawn seemed to be immune to spider-fear, camp girl as she was. Dayna and Brandi were also supposedly outdoor-types, but even they had the typical double-X-chromosome genetic fear of the arachnids.
"Just don't take too long, okay?" Adrienne asked. "We're going to sleep in twenty minutes."
I nodded and then turned and left the bedroom before jogging up the stairs. Dayna would probably have been happier if I was rushing full-tilt to rescue her, but she could handle a few extra seconds. And so I arrived at the blonde's bedroom with paper towel in hand. "Where is it?"
"There! There! There!" Dayna hopped up and down, distracting me for a moment as her tits jiggled enticingly unfettered beneath her T-shirt. But then I followed her pointing finger and saw the rather large brown spider camping out in the corner just above the white baseboard.
[SWAT-squish]
"Wanna see it?" I turned and asked.
"Uh ... n- no ... just you look and tell me you can see it," Dayna whimpered while hopping up and down from one leg to the other.
I gingerly turned the paper towel over, seeing the brown and black mess of crushed spider guts and quickly crumpled the excess material around it. "Got it. I swear."
Then I stood up and carried the entire ball downstairs, got into my slippers, and took the wadded mess down to the trash container outside. I then came back into the house, washed my hands, and returned upstairs to Dayna's bedroom. It was a lot of work for a single spider, but the girls relaxed much more knowing that even the spider's remains were out of the house. If it had been a little baby, I might be able to get away with just throwing it in the trash, but definitely not one of these big ones. "All done." I waved my hands as proof of completion.
"Oh, THANK YOU!" Dayna flung herself at me, even wrapping a leg up and around my hip while clutching me like I'd just rescued her from drowning. You'd think she hadn't had me kill a half-dozen spiders in the last few weeks.
"It's okay." I patted her back and made to release myself. "I'm just going to head down and get back to Adrienne. It's our bedtime."
"Oh, please let me thank you!" Dayna rolled her eyes up to me, the crystal blue burning brightly.
I sighed, feeling a little tired. Four out of the last six times I'd killed a spider for Dayna, she'd either blown me or screwed me in her idea of "gratitude". Personally, I thought Dayna just wanted any excuse to fuck. Actually, just last night she'd conned Brandi into calling me upstairs and then conveniently emerged from the bathroom before "accidentally" letting her towel slip. Adrienne had been out of the house with a study group and I'd taken up the blatant offer, carrying Dayna naked and screaming into her bedroom before bending her over her bed and slamming my dick into her asshole from behind.
But not tonight. "Sorry, Dayna. Adrienne's waiting for me."
She screwed up her face but seemed to relent. "Just a quick blowjob?" She bit her lip. "I'm really wound up right now and I just need to relax, Ben. Otherwise I'll never be able to study."
I exhaled and looked toward the stairs where my books — and Adrienne — were waiting. "Can you make it fast if I don't hold back?"
The busty blonde was already grinning and working at my shorts. "Sure thing. I promise."
Dayna was never good with these promises. She blew me to the brink of ejaculation and then laid back, dropping her shorts and spreading her legs while lifting the hem of her shirt up to her neck to expose those jiggly double-Ds. "Please, Ben? I need you."
So close to cumming and not quite there, I was helpless to do anything but crawl between her legs and start humping away. FUCK her cunt felt so good wrapped around my dick. Dayna threw her head back, squeezing her own tits and tweaking her own nipples between her fingers. I felt her inner muscles clamping down on my invading prick in such a way that sent lightning bolts of pleasure up and down my spine. And once I got started, all my rules and automatic instincts kicked in and there was no way I could stop until my girl had been satisfied.
I satisfied her alright. Dayna came to two shrieking orgasms within a few minutes before I nutted my load into her body. But just when I was going to dismount her and return to my girlfriend, the hot and horny blonde bombshell grabbed my head and yanked my mouth down around her tongue. She locked her legs behind my hips and started squeezing me again with those inner pussy muscles, massaging my sensitive cock from all sides and making me groan into her mouth.
"Dayna ... I gotta go..." I pleaded.
"Just one more, Ben. I wanna taste you. Just one more, please? Fuck me and then cum in my mouth. Please? For me? Please?"
A half-hour later, I got up and searched for my shorts, leaving a well-fucked Dayna cooing at the ceiling while my semen leaked both from her pussy and the corners of her lips.
I checked the clock and realized how late it had gotten. "Ah, HELL."
Adrienne was already in bed, mostly asleep, by the time I got back to the bedroom. She was wearing her own pajamas and not one of my T-shirts, a subtle sign that my girlfriend wasn't exactly thrilled with me. After all, she always wanted to fall asleep with me holding her; and on this night, I'd failed to arrive on time.
"Adrienne, baby, I'm sorry," I started as I sat down on the bed beside her, cursing myself for letting my dick think for me again.
With heavy-lidded eyes, my girlfriend glanced at the clock and then frowned at me. "How many times did you fuck her?"
"I'm sorry."
"How many times?"
I winced. "Twice." Once might have been understandable, but twice reasoned that I'd taken the time to get hard and fuck Dayna again. "She got me so close with the blowjob that I nutted within two minutes and then I didn't want to just leave her there and..."
Adrienne waved me off, looking away. "It's okay."
"No, it's not. You always want me to hold you while you go to sleep."
"No, I get it," she tried to reason. "I'm still on my period and you won't sleep well tonight if you don't get off."
"I still should have come down here and let you blow me or something. Or maybe I should have gone back to Dayna after you'd gone to sleep."
Adrienne's mouth was a hard line. "Yes, you should have."
I grimaced. "Maybe I should just stop entirely with her. She's got other guys she can call. I don't need to be this living dildo for her."
"Don't say that again. Dayna would much rather it be you than one of them and I really don't mind. Actually, it's nice having some other girls around to satisfy you. I mean, I like sex, Ben; but you're a fucking machine and sometimes it's hard to keep up." Adrienne sighed. "Just as long as you make the time for me when I really need you."
"I will! I will!" I promised. "I'm sorry. This won't happen again!"
Adrienne exhaled slowly, rolling her eyes but considering my apology. At last she simply opened her arms and I quickly rushed forward to hug her. But after the first second she pushed me away. "You smell like Dayna. Go take a shower."
"Right, right," I nodded hurriedly. I quickly stripped and headed out the door, Dawn was passing by from the living room to her bedroom and arched an eyebrow at my nakedness; but I ignored her and quickly slipped into the shower to try and clean up as fast as possible. I tried to figure out the optimal duration, knowing I had to get clean enough to pass Adrienne's smell test in as short a time as I could. After four minutes and some frantic soap scrubbing, I quickly emerged, toweling myself off as I returned to the bedroom.
But Adrienne was already unconscious. Grimacing, I slid myself beneath the covers and fitfully tried to sleep.
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
Dawn, Bert, and I walked into the house after a day of classes and we said hello to Robin and Ryan, who were already on the couch waiting for everyone else to arrive. I looked around. Usually on a Tuesday, Adrienne was also home before me.
Just then, a tall, slender guy walked out of the kitchen, holding a can of raspberry iced tea, one of my favorites. Just the mere thought of another guy stealing one of my cans made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. And my mood soured further toward envy when I realized that in some ways, with similar builds and dark hair, the guy was a more handsome version of me. We had different facial structures, but he looked an inch taller, had the same broad shoulders, but had an even thinner waist and more chiseled muscles. He was fit and well- defined without being bulky — more of a slender, wiry strength. His dark hair was thicker and tousled in a way my thinner hair could never match. And he had the palest blue eyes.
I always wondered just how much more handsome I'd look with blue eyes. Damn him.
The guy stopped and looked me up and down, perhaps catching the menace in my gaze. We evaluated each other for a few seconds, but before either of us could say anything, Adrienne came out of the kitchen as well.
"Ben! Hey!" My girlfriend quickly crossed into the living room and gave me a warm hug.
My eyes narrowed and my arm cinched tightly around MY girlfriend's waist, and I struggled to maintain a calm expression as I nodded back towards the intruder. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, this is Will Adler." Adrienne moved to let go of me, but I gripped her hip and kept her pinned against me. Her eyes furrowed for a second but she just waved. "He's in my American Politics class and he's been helping me with my studies the last few weeks. I thought I might as well bring him to come hang out with the gang today. Will, this is my boyfriend, Ben."
I just nodded curtly. Dawn at least moved forward and held out her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Will. I'm Dawn."
Bert just waved and then pointed at himself. "Hey. Bert."
"Hello," Will said in a deep, but surprisingly soft voice. He shook Dawn's hand and head nodded to me and Bert before crossing to the couch and taking a seat at one end. Adrienne then tugged me over and sat in the middle. I swallowed my jealousy and moved to sit on her opposite side. At least I wasn't the only one feeling weird; even Ryan looked a little uncomfortable around the guy.
Relax, Ben, I told myself. He's just a classmate. Adrienne adores you. It's nothing.
"Hey! Who's the cute guy?" Gwen burst through the door, a saucy grin on her face.
I sighed.
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 26, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Looking forward to going home?" Dawn bumped her hip into mine, momentarily knocking me off balance while we trudged down the hill.
"Sure," I sighed.
"Come ON, Ben." The beautiful blonde patted my arm. "You used to be so excited to head back!"
I sighed. "That was when I was excited to see Adrienne."
"What? You're not excited to see her?"
I exhaled. "Not exactly."
"I thought you fixed your roommate conflicts."
"We talked. But I'm still capable of fucking up my responsibilities," I said mournfully.
"What is it this time?"
I moaned. "I forgot to strip the sheets. She wanted to do laundry today."
"So?"
"So? She's gonna kill me when I get back."
Dawn rolled her eyes. "It's no big deal."
"YOU'RE not her roommate." I sighed. "This was so much easier when she was just my girlfriend."
Dawn shrugged. "It'll pass."
I frowned. "And how would YOU know? Who was the last boyfriend you lived with?"
"I just know."
I shook my head. "I dunno. I just feel like ... like if I don't find a way to remember to do the dishes or start the laundry or ... whatever ... that I'm going to lose her."
Dawn snorted. "Lose her? Yeah, right."
"I'm serious! I mean, if I don't prove myself as a capable household partner, then she'll drop me for someone else."
"Ben, that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."
"Adrienne's gorgeous, Dawn. She's got guys hitting on her all the time. She's flush with options. And hell, she's spent more time with this new Will guy this week than with me!"
"You know Will isn't a threat to you, right?" Dawn gave me an odd look.
"Of course, of course," I nodded.
"Adrienne loves you, Ben," Dawn reminded me.
"I know, I know."
"And you love her, don't you?"
"Of course."
"Then love conquers all."
I snorted. "That's a Disney fairy tale. Love won't go back in time and strip the sheets so my girlfriend doesn't get pissed off at me."
"It's real, Ben," Dawn huffed.
I smirked. "You really believe that? Love conquers all?"
Dawn stopped and touched my hand. "I have to."
I stopped as well and saw the shimmering look in her crystal blue eyes. I knew what she was thinking; after all, we were still connected. But I couldn't face that right now. I shrugged and pulled my hand away from hers, continuing to walk. And after the briefest of seconds, she followed after.
"Relax, Ben," Dawn said encouragingly when she caught up to me. "You'll find a way to make it up to her."
"Maybe..." I sighed. "But for now, I'm not planning on getting laid tonight."
"Everything will be alright. Just wait and see."
FRIDAY, SEPEMBER 27, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Oh, come ON, Adrienne!" Dawn huffed in front of the closed bathroom door. "There aren't any guys out here except Ben. I even made sure the front door is locked."
Ten seconds later, the bathroom door swung open and I got an eyeful of Adrienne's big tits. My stunningly gorgeous girlfriend was topless with her hands on her head, fiddling with her hair. She smirked at me and then turned back to the mirror where she continued primping. Dawn then tried to sneak into the side with her own makeup bag.
"Seriously, A.D.," Dawn drawled. "I don't see why you need to go to all this effort. It's not like Ben hasn't seen you without your makeup, and he's staring at your tits in the mirror right now."
"It's not about looking good for Ben so much," Adrienne shrugged. Then she glanced at me in the mirror. "Sorry, Tiger."
I just waved. Adrienne could say whatever the crap she wanted as long as I could stare at those tits a little longer.
"Anyways," Adrienne continued. "I wanna look hot while we're out on our date. Period."
Dawn shrugged. "I guess I get that. But we seriously need more mirrors in this house."
That was the truth. Now I've lived with five girls before: one older sister, three younger, and Mom. I know what it's like to try and share a bathroom with them, especially in the mornings when it's time to get ready for school. But Brandi, Brooke, and the twins were ready-to-rumble kinds of girls. Even as teenagers, they didn't need that much makeup or mirror time; and both Brandi and Brooke had mirrors in their bedrooms anyways.
Adrienne was an entirely different creature.
I've said it many, many times. My girlfriend is fucking gorgeous. With makeup, without makeup, she's a stunning example of femininity. But she looked her best with makeup and she damn well knew it. Adrienne could take more time in front of a mirror than all four of my sisters combined when she put her mind to it. And she and Dawn often had to fight each other for bathroom time, especially for these Friday night dates.
A light bulb went off in my head just then. There was no time today, but maybe tomorrow ... So tits or no tits, I turned and headed back to our bedroom, thinking that this was one roommate conflict I just might be able to resolve.
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
I'd had to borrow Dayna's Impala to fit everything, and all the girls in the house had expressed more than a bit of curiosity while I shuttled various small IKEA boxes and metal brackets from Home Depot into Adrienne's and my bedroom. But I expressly forbade anyone from entering and locked the bedroom for good measure.
An hour later, I opened the door and almost immediately, all four of my roommates, plus three of Dayna's girlfriends who were visiting, came to my room in curiosity.
Adrienne took one look at the desk, where I'd set up a large mirror surrounded by a frame with low-power lights. It wasn't the most elegant looking thing ever, but it was a true, functioning vanity for her. My girlfriend squealed, her pitch high enough to alert every dog for three blocks around, and then screamed, "Ben, you're a genius! I LOVE you!"
My girlfriend promptly ran forward and launched herself into my arms while shoving her tongue into the back of my mouth. "Oh, Ben!" Adrienne paused her nuclear kiss and husked at me from millimeters away. "I'm going to fuck you so good right now!"
Oh ... bliss ... Yeah, we'd had a bit of a rough month, getting adjusted to living together and all the little foibles that could potentially get on each other's nerves. But we could work through it. And every now and again, I just might have a good idea that helps to make everything better. Girls don't expect you to be perfect all the time; but they certainly want the occasional reminder that you care and are thinking of them.
Adrienne's legs were still wrapped around my waist while I put all my effort into holding her upright. She then promptly began pulling her blouse up and over her head, wriggling enough to send me staggering around and using every ounce of strength to not drop her. My girlfriend giggled as she tossed the blouse aside and started reaching back for her bra clasp. She just managed to unhook herself when I finally staggered over to the bed and dropped her onto her back, the bra cups just barely still on top of her prodigious mounds.
But not for long. Adrienne giggled and started whipping the shoulder straps down her arms while I blushed and looked to the still-open doorway where six girls smirked at me and my suddenly horny girlfriend.
Dawn smiled and started ushering out the girls, winking at me. They hesitated for a moment, but went obediently ... except for one.
"Come ON, Dayna." Dawn tugged her older sister's arm with her right hand and physically started dragging the girl out the door while closing it with her left hand.
"But ... but ... maybe we can join IN!" Dayna protested.
"Not now," Dawn chuckled. "Leave them to it. If you really want, you can ask Adrienne later tonight."
The door closed, my jeans dropped to my ankles, and Adrienne spread her legs to the sides. "Come and get it, Tiger."
Yeah, I got extra-special sex that afternoon.
And yeah, Dayna came and joined us that night.
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"You were quite loud that time," I chuckled as I unbuttoned Adrienne's shirt and yanked it down her arms.
"Dayna was in a particular mood."
"She gets like that sometimes," I growled while I worked Adrienne's jeans. So tight they were quite difficult to remove, I wondered why my girlfriend had even bothered to put them back on. Didn't she know that listening to the two of them was going to drive me crazy?
"That girl gets sooo horny..."
I laughed, "I know."
I then leaned in and kissed her while hooking two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. Adrienne was so soaked that I knew I would be able to completely impale her in a single thrust once I got my cock free. I pulled back and tasted my own lips. "Mmm ... you've still got her juices on you."
Adrienne giggled. "She got more of me. I never knew what hit me. One minute I was coming out of Brandi's room after we were just chatting and the next I was flat on my back across Dayna's bed while she was jerking my jeans off harder than you're doing right now."
I grinned and nipped at her shoulder, bringing my hands up to cup my girlfriend's magnificent breasts. "Tell me exactly what you two did."
"Exactly?" Adrienne arched an eyebrow.
"Exactly."
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 2, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Hey, no fair! You cut me off!" Paige howled.
"Name of the game, Red." I grinned and twisted my arms to the sides as if the physical motion would help my video game car hold the turn better.
"In that case, you won't mind me doing... this!" Bert crowed as his Nissan Skyline blitzed took the inside turn, forcing me out and off the course.
"Dammit!" I grunted.
Paige giggled. "This is so much fun! And I don't even have a driver's license!"
"Welcome to the addiction young Padawan," Bert intoned.
"Don't forget you have homework, Ben," Adrienne called even louder from behind me.
"Yes, Mom," I groaned and grimaced as I twisted my arms again, desperately trying to catch up to Bert. Homework or no homework, I wasn't putting this damn controller down until I beat him.
Then Paige turned to me. "Did you just call me 'Red'?"
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 4, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"What are you doing, hiding out in here?" Brandi stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed beneath her breasts.
I turned away from the paperback I was reading and shrugged. "It's a Friday afternoon. Everyone's out."
"Adrienne leave you all alone?"
"Lingerie shopping with Felicia in San Francisco before our date tonight," I explained. "She used to get all of her underwear from this British-import shop in Newport because they had a unique fit. But since they didn't have a store up here, she wanted to find a boutique closer by." I smirked. It would take a special kind of place to handle the unique proportions of her gloriously perfect melons. I was already looking forward to seeing the tag on an American-scale 36F bra instead of her usual UK-measurement 36E's. It's not like her boobs would be any bigger, but I still got a thrill out of the idea of a higher letter in the alphabet.
"What about you?" I asked. "I'd thought the house would be empty by now."
"Matt's got this thing tonight." Brandi's smile turned into a predatory grin as she stepped into the room, closed the door behind her, and rather obviously flipped the lock. "So if you're not doing anything too important, I've got a craving to taste some brother cum."
By the way, Adrienne came home not only with 36F bras, but some 34G's. The cups were about the same volume as her UK 36E's, but the band was different. Something to do with slight variations by manufacturer.
And of course, the measurement letter was way higher. Adrienne immediately started laughing about how big my eyes got when I read the tags. Those internet models ain't got NOTHING on my girlfriend.
We didn't bother leaving the house for our date. I couldn't WAIT to take those puppies for a spin.
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 12, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Go on, Ben. Do it!" Adrienne cheered.
I grinned drunkenly and bent forward, swirling my tongue around Kerri Trainor's navel and slurping up Jim Beam whiskey. I followed that up by scooping chocolate sauce onto my tongue. And then on a whim, I turned and grabbed Julie Carpenter's face and shoved my tongue into her throat.
"Woo!!!" I could hear Adrienne's voice leading the cheers behind me. And then I felt a sharp tug at my ear and suddenly Kerri was pulling both me and Julie around the table and down so that she could kiss us both, the hot redhead alternately snaking her tongue into both of our mouths while the whoops got louder and louder. I was surprised some neighbor hadn't called the cops on us already.
When I stood up, I saw Bert and pointed. "You ready to try body shots?"
The poor guy's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets and he shook his head nervously. I really needed to get that guy drunk enough to let loose, although it wasn't easy since he carefully controlled himself.
Then I pointed at Grace Choi. "Feeling frisky?" My eyes gleamed as I openly ogled Adrienne's best friend.
"He's incorrigible!" Grace giggled while slapping Adrienne's arm.
I then pointed at Ryan. "Come on, dude." I slid my arms around Kerri and Julie, tugging on their waists to pull their hips against me from either side. "I'm sure the girls would like to finally see what Mr. Ken Doll tastes like."
The girls giggled cutely but Ryan just looked nervously at his girlfriend. Dawn laughed and pointed him back at the girls. Ryan arched both his eyebrows as if trying to decide if he was inebriated enough to do it.
"I'm next!" Gwen called drunkenly and moved to climb onto the table, already lifting up her tank top while Kerri and Julie moved away.
"Gwen!" Robin gasped.
Then Gwen pointed at me, "And you're doing the exact same thing to ME."
I giggled and glanced back at Adrienne, who smirked and waved me on. Two minutes later, my dirty-blonde friend was sucking whiskey and chocolate off my tongue while she wrapped her arms around my neck to hold me tighter.
Dawn finally came around and broke us up. "You just wanted an excuse to kiss Ben, didn't you?"
"Fuck yeah," Gwen giggled.
"You're not still hung up on him, are you?" Dawn asked with mild concern.
But Gwen laughed and waved. "Nah. I know Ben and me aren't meant to be." Then the dirty-blonde fixed her dark eyes on me. "But if you ever just want a roll in the hay, you know where to find me."
I arched an eyebrow and Gwen pulled up her tank top, baring her well-shaped tits to my gaze for a few seconds before dropping the shirt and prancing away, giggling all the while.
I shook my head and returned to Adrienne, who opened her arms to me as I swept her off her feet and spun her around. "Having fun?" I asked.
She giggled. "You still in love with me?"
Kissing Julie, Kerri, and Gwen notwithstanding, I very confidently answered, "Hell, yeah." Adrienne's subsequent nuclear kiss sure put any further doubt to rest.
And then little Paige was exclaiming, "Can I go next?"
I whirled around, all my big brother instincts kicking in. "PAIGE!" I growled threateningly.
"Oh, poo.."
55 Cohabitation ll
MONDAY, OCTOBER 14, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
Bert, Dawn, and I were sitting on a bench outside our next class, which wouldn't start for another five minutes. We could probably go inside and take our seats, but the weather was absolutely perfect and we just wanted to enjoy it for a bit. Dawn was even lying down, her head in my lap while I slowly brushed her hair with my right hand.
"Dude, three o'clock," one of my classmates hissed from the next bench on my right, nudging his friend beside him.
Curious, I turned to the right to look as a hot redhead and beautiful brunette turned the corner wearing short skirts and skimpy blouses. I grinned as I recognized them as Kerri Trainor and Julie Carpenter.
"'Sup ladies..." the guy on the next bench drawled, nodding his head and trying to look cool.
Feeling smug, I offered up, "Hey Kerri. Hi Julie."
The girls completely ignored my classmate and came straight to me. Julie replied, "Hiii, Ben" in a flirty, sing-song voice. Kerri just brought a hand up to her lips and blew me a kiss. I started grinning.
And then for good measure, Kerri added, "Hey, Bert. You're looking good today!"
My friend blushed and looked at his shoes.
"See you guys later." Julie waved as they passed.
The two boys on the bench to my right literally dropped their jaws open. They looked after the girls, then at Dawn who was just grinning in my lap, and then back to the girls.
Yeah, my ego could get pretty big.
MONDAY, OCTOBER 21, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
It was 12:06am on Sunday night — technically Monday morning — when I thrust forward a final time, grunting my orgasm into Adrienne's ear as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into her sucking pussy. My girlfriend dug her heels into my ass, tightening her arms around my back to pull me deeper as she felt the cum flowing out of my body to crash against her insides like waves cresting on the beach. The first wave would start receding only to be met by the second coming forth, and both our bodies twitched and humped together as I finished filling her up with my jism.
"Mmm ... that was a good one, Tiger," Adrienne patted my shoulder.
"Ughh..." was all I could manage to grunt, my mind blank post-ejaculation. I sagged onto Adrienne's chest while she rubbed my back, sighing happily.
Eventually, I recovered my energy enough to pick myself off my girlfriend's body and roll to the side. She reached to the nightstand to get some tissues and blot herself up before it leaked all over our sheets, and I kicked my feet off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Adrienne suddenly turned to me with a frown. She'd been pulling one of my T-shirts over her head to help keep her warm at night, as well as her panties for cleanliness.
I winced. "I, uh, I didn't finish my Econ homework. I've still got to finish it."
My girlfriend fixed the shirt and her panties and then pouted. "But I thought we were going to sleep together."
I grimaced. "I would, but you know I've got to finish this."
"Well if you hadn't spent two hours playing that new video game Bert brought over, you would have had time to finish. C'mon Ben. You've had ALL weekend!"
"I know, I know." I winced. I'd procrastinated.
Adrienne bit her lip and sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't nag."
"No, it's okay." My heart went out to my girlfriend. She really DID love falling asleep in my arms, and I felt like I was letting her down. "C'mon," I began while rolling back and opening my arm to her. "Come cuddle."
"But what about your homework?"
"I'll wait for you to fall asleep, as long as you're okay with me slipping out once you're unconscious."
"Really?" Adrienne's hazel eyes sparkled, and she looked adorable at this moment.
"Yeah..." I nodded. And then I sighed contentedly while she pillowed her blonde head against my chest and wrapped her arm over me, joining me with a contented sigh of her own.
It felt nice, and as I heard Adrienne's breathing slow down into a gentle rhythm, I felt a wonderful peace washing over me. But I couldn't sleep just yet. I HAD to finish my homework.
"What are you still doing up? Thought you and Adrienne went to bed at midnight every night."
I looked up from my spot on the couch to see Dayna heading into the kitchen wearing a pink bathrobe. I held up my Econ homework and stifled a yawn. "Gotta finish this by 8am. But I won't do it again."
Dayna chuckled. "It starts with a single assignment, Ben. First, it's one piece of homework. Then, it's a test you procrastinated studying. The next thing you know, you're going to sleep in the wee hours of the morning every day, like me. Want some coffee?"
I'd need it. "Sure, thanks."
The busty blonde nodded and then headed into the kitchen, continuing to talk to me. "So I take it that gorgeous girlfriend of yours is already asleep."
"Yeah," I answered while attempting to read the next line in my book.
"You leave her nicely fucked before she passed out?"
I picked my head up. "Huh?"
Dayna returned to the doorway. Behind her, I could hear the coffee maker perking. "I find that I always sleep better after I've gotten laid. How 'bout you and Adrienne?"
I blushed and glanced down. "Uh, yeah. Me at least. I always sleep better."
"So you guys make love before you go to bed, right? I can hear you pretty often."
"Most nights." I shrugged.
Dayna shook her head. "I'm so jealous. Maybe that's the appeal of having a more permanent boyfriend. Then again, Matt rarely spends the night with Brandi. They're not that big on cuddling."
I shrugged. Brandi never seemed to mind cuddling with me. But then again, I wasn't her regular bed-partner and I hadn't exactly spent a lot of overnights with her. In fact, we'd only been together once since Matt came back into town.
"So how much longer are you going to be up?" Dayna asked, a new gleam coming into her eye.
I looked at the paper. "Almost done, actually. Maybe another half-hour. The coffee should keep me wired just long enough."
Dayna grinned and then headed back into the kitchen. I spent another few minutes working and then the sweet smell of hazelnut wafted toward my nostrils.
"Mmm..." I sighed as I looked up. A smiling Dayna handed me a mug. "Two creams, two sugars, right?"
I nodded and took a sip while she folded one leg beneath her and sat beside me. Her bathrobe came apart just a bit, revealing the center of her cleavage down to her navel and proving the 20-year-old babe was without a bra.
Dayna noted where my eyes had drifted. "About that sleeping better after an orgasm, that's actually why I'm up right now."
"Hmm?" My eyebrows went up as I looked over the rim of my mug.
"It's nearing 3am, Ben. I was too tired to sleep, if you know what I mean. Usually, a cup of coffee wakes me up just enough to get to a comfortable sleeping point. But I know there's a much better solution." Dayna grinned at me while holding her mug in her left hand, letting her right hand drift down the neckline of her bathrobe, slowly pulling the material to the side. I found myself almost holding my breath as inch after inch of creamy white bosom was revealed until an erect pink nipple made its presence known.
"So whaddaya say, Ben? Can you help a girl out?"
I took a sip and then a deep breath, nodding. "I don't know if I'll be much use to you. I'm kinda sapped on energy right now."
"That's okay. I'll do most of the work," Dayna grinned before leaning forward, both her tits falling out of the now open bathrobe to drape onto my arm while she tilted her face to mine for a kiss. And as her spicy lips pressed to mine and her wet tongue slithered into my mouth, I felt a surge of fresh energy in my loins.
It didn't take long to strip down my shorts, and Dayna only had a pair of thong panties on beneath her robe. And as she lowered her steaming pussy around my upright shaft, I groaned and felt a wave of new contentedness wash over me.
Fuck economics. I could finish the last half-hour of the assignment tomorrow morning.
"Oww!" I hissed, jerking my hand away while sitting up straight and simultaneously trying to appear invisible. Thankfully, no one in the auditorium noticed my outburst and I turned to Dawn with daggers in my eyes. "Will you quit poking me?"
"Then stay awake!" she hissed right back.
I rolled my eyes. Twenty minutes later, as we exited the auditorium, I turned to my pretty best friend and grumped, "Hey, if I fall asleep, I fall asleep. That's my problem, not yours."
"What, you don't want me to wake you up?"
"Not by poking me in the hand with your damn pen!" I grumped in vexed frustration. "Promise me you won't do it again!"
Dawn shrugged. "Fine. I'll get Bert to do it." She glanced at our friend who was on the other side of me.
I turned and glared at Bert, the poor guy going pale beneath my gaze. "Don't even think about it," I growled and pointed over my shoulder back at Dawn. "She can only get away with it because she's fucking gorgeous. You don't have any such advantage."
Dawn laughed and I turned back to face her with a smile, the tension gone. "Look, thanks, Dawn. I've really got to do a better job staying awake in class."
The gorgeous blonde smirked. "Well, fucking Dayna on the couch in the middle of the night won't exactly help you sleep."
I shrugged. "Actually, it did. I slept like a baby last night."
"Like a baby?" Dawn laughed. "Waking up every three hours with wet underwear and squalling uncontrollably?"
I rolled my eyes. "Forget it. Let's just get some food."
"Oh, Bennn..."
I picked my head up from my spot on the couch and looked over.
Adrienne stood in the doorway, looking devastatingly sexy. This night, the gorgeous, busty blonde wore my dress shirt unbuttoned from throat to tails. It was open enough to let me see her glorious breasts with hard nipples, her flat tummy, and her beautiful bald cooch.
I smiled at the view and then turned my head back to my book.
"Ben!" Adrienne barked.
"What?" I turned my head to her again.
"It's almost midnight! Aren't you coming to bed?"
I blinked and checked the clock. I was just reading, nothing too pressing. "Oh, right."
"Come ON, Ben. I'm standing here wearing next to nothing and showing you these nice puppies you love so much," Adrienne whimpered while lifting her own tits and offering them up to me. "And you just go back to reading?"
I winced. One thing about cohabitation was that I was becoming rather accustomed to Adrienne's constant presence and frequent nudity. A few months ago, I never would have thought it possible that I could look at Adrienne's naked body and not immediately feel the need to mount her. But after so many consecutive nights together, I was getting ... I dunno ... indifferent.
But that wasn't right. I dropped the book and stood up, forcing myself to ogle her nakedness. Familiar or not, my girlfriend had a stunningly gorgeous body, one I still admired. Already tugging my shirt over my head, I grinned lasciviously. "Come on, A.D. Lemme remind you just how much I love those puppies."
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 22, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
I stared at my book, the words starting to blur together when I felt a strong pair of arms circle around my neck and shoulder. I turned my head just in time to feel Adrienne's lips nuzzle against my cheek while she hugged me from behind, leaning over the back of the couch.
"Ben, it's almost midnight," Adrienne pouted. "Aren't you coming to bed?"
But I sighed mournfully. "I'm behind again. I've got to finish this assignment. You go ahead and go to sleep."
Adrienne frowned.
I bit my lip, feeling guilty. "Do you want me to come cuddle with you?" Unfortunately, the tone in my voice said that I didn't really want to. I was engrossed in my work.
My girlfriend read the tone and sighed. "No, it's okay. I guess I can sleep without it. But ... don't ... don't you want to?" She looked thoroughly confused and her eyebrow arched, making clear her question.
I didn't turn down sex very often; but this one night, I felt like it. I REALLY just wanted to finish this assignment. "Ah ... uh ... do you?"
Adrienne shrugged. "Not particularly. You know I can go without; but I'm ready if you want to." It was true. Adrienne enjoyed sex, really, but she wasn't nearly as horny as I was. If she went a few days without, she'd be just fine. I felt bad for it sometimes, feeling like she was putting out solely to keep me happy. But then whenever I brought it up, she reminded me that she loved me and making me happy made HER happy.
"No, no. I'm fine. I'll be in as soon as I can, okay?"
"Okay." Adrienne crossed forward, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and kissing me firmly, our trademark slow-burn kiss.
"Good night, Tiger."
"Good night, Adrienne."
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 23, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Again?" Adrienne pulled her lips off mine while I rolled onto my back, sighing heavily.
"Hey, I'm tired. It happens," I groaned.
"Turning down sex again? I'm beginning to think you don't find me attractive anymore," Adrienne pouted.
"You're right. I don't." I chuckled and turned my head. But while my girlfriend knew I was joking, there WAS just a bit of hurt in her eyes. The fact was: cohabitation WAS changing us. The sex was routine. Our DAYS were routine. Wake up, go to the bathroom, grab breakfast. Kiss each other goodbye, maybe see each other for lunch but probably not, reunite just before dinner. Do our homework (or let Adrienne watch me play video games while she actually FINISHED her homework). Chat with friends, have one quick orgasm, and go to sleep.
Even our regularly scheduled Friday night dates had become mundane. Dating in High School was special because it gave two kids the chance to be together outside of the high school campus. But now? Adrienne and I LIVED together. Going out to dinner alone just didn't have its special mystique anymore.
But I had to make the effort. Taking a deep breath, I asked seriously, "Do you really think I'm not attracted to you anymore?"
Adrienne frowned and reached to my groin, patting my limp dick through my boxers. "You tell me. Seriously Ben. I'm half-naked and you're not even the least bit interested?"
In answer, I turned to kiss her, rolling my girlfriend onto her back. Her golden blonde hair haloed across the pillow and I worked both hands beneath my T-shirt that she was wearing to bed, clamping my hands onto her massive G-cup tits and squeezing them hard. Turned out, Adrienne wore the 36F bras far more than her 34G's, but I still reveled in the idea of calling them G-cups instead of F-cups.
I like big breasts and I cannot lie. You other brothers can't deny — that when a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist and those round things in your face you get sprung.
Well I got sprung when I got my face between those hooters, and soon Adrienne could feel my throbbing erection grinding into her pelvis.
"You just love me for my tits," she giggled.
"Uh-huh. That a problem?" I grinned.
She shook her head in the negative. "Wanna fuck them tonight? Wanna grind your cock between my breasts while I lick the head until you spray your cum all over my face?"
Sounded like a plan.
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 24, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Come ON, Ben," Adrienne huffed in the doorway. "Video games AGAIN?"
"I just got home from class! I need to unwind!" I protested while pressing the up- button to lead my receiver downfield. I heard the rat-a-tat of Bert's controller as he frantically tried to move his cornerback to deflect the pass.
"You don't HAVE to play video games. You used to unwind with me," Adrienne whined.
"Oh, come ON," I groaned right back. "Can't I just have a few minutes of Ben- time?"
"Few minutes my ass. How long ago did you get home?" Adrienne griped.
"I'm ALMOST done," I swore, not exactly sure if we were really almost done. Actually, Bert and I were only in the second quarter.
Adrienne was suddenly behind me, rubbing my shoulders. Her voice dipped to a husky purr and she played her trump card. "Come on, Ben..." She practically oozed sensuality. "Come into the bedroom and I'll unwind you."
"Uh, later, later," I shrugged my shoulders to dislodge her hands.
Adrienne huffed, "Boys." And then she stalked away and into our bedroom. The door slammed rather obviously, the sound carrying into the living room.
After the play ended, Bert paused the game. "Just between you and me, man, you made the wrong choice."
"Huh?"
He pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. "'Course, I'm in something of a different situation from you. I haven't had sex all year and you seem to do more screwing than a contractor's power drill. So I guess you can afford to choose a video game over a girl, but still ... wrong choice, dude."
I rolled my eyes and pointed to the paused NFL 2K3 game. "You conceding the game?"
"No, no." Bert shook his head and turned back to the screen, unpausing the game.
"Hey, Bert?" a new voice hummed from behind us.
Bert re-paused the game and we turned around in surprise.
Robin was looking at us funny, her magazine suddenly forgotten. She brushed her bangs back and centered her own rectangular, black-plastic framed glasses. "Would you honestly always choose a girl over a video game?" she asked. "Because you seem to be glued to that controller there."
Bert glanced at me in confusion for a second before stammering, "Uh, yeah..."
"So what the hell are you sitting there for? Why don't you get up and go meet a girl?"
Bert glanced down and then back at Robin, the pretty brunette evaluating him coolly. "Uh, nervous I guess."
"Why?"
"It's kinda hard to talk to a pretty girl."
Robin paused and looked at Gwen, who was by her side. "You don't seem nervous around us. Is that an insult?" Robin glared. "Saying we aren't pretty?"
Bert's eyes popped WIDE open. "No, no!" he stammered pitifully. "Of course you both are!"
Robin grinned. Clearly, she had just been messing with the guy. She chuckled and then said, "This whole HOUSE is full of pretty girls, Bert. Dayna, Brandi, Monique, Angela ... You never seem to have a problem talking to any of them. Hell, Tracy McMillan was flirting up a storm with you the other day and you never even flinched."
"She was?" Bert gulped.
"Sure, right Gwen?" Robin turned to her friend, and the girl nodded.
"You just need more practice. C'mon, Gwen. Why don't you take Bert out back and give him flirting tips."
"What? No! You do it!" Gwen huffed.
"Me? You're Miss Flirt with every guy who crosses your path, you slut," Robin snarked.
"Only with guys I'd sleep with."
"Ouch," Robin frowned and looked at Bert.
"Sorry, Bert; that's not what I meant," Gwen looked apologetically at my video game partner. "I mean, you're a cute guy and all, but I've made it a point never to date within my circle of friends. Just makes things too complicated."
"Not true," Robin pointed out. "You'd fuck Ben again given the chance."
Gwen blushed and grinned at me. "That's different. The greatest sexual experience of your life overrides a lot of rules. But that's not the point. Seriously, you go talk to him, Robin."
"Fine. Come on, Bert." Robin started getting up.
The poor guy looked wide-eyed at me.
"C'mon, Bert," Robin egged. "You said you'd always pick the girl over the game."
"Go on, she won't bite," I waved. Then my eyebrows furrowed and I looked over at Robin. "Do you?"
The pretty brunette pushed her glasses higher up the bridge of her nose and she grinned. "Only when I really mean it."
So the game ended. Bert and Robin went out the back door to "practice flirting". And free of NFL 2K3's digital clutches, I sighed and thought of my girlfriend. I'd been a moron. So now it was time to do some damage control. Who ever knew living with a girlfriend could be so HARD?
I went to our bedroom and was just reaching for the door when Adrienne's voice filtered through. Like I said, these walls weren't very soundproofed. "Hey, Will!" Adrienne said brightly.
I froze in my tracks, my hand an inch away from the door.
"No, no. I'm not busy. Yeah, Ben's playing his stupid video games again."
A knot formed in my stomach. Was Will fucking IN there? No, no way. Adrienne was probably just on the phone.
My girlfriend giggled flirtatiously. "Hell, I'm pretty sure I could strip my top off and stand next to the TV, demanding that he choose, and he'd choose the game."
What the HELL? What was Adrienne doing talking to a guy about standing around with her top off? Had Will seen her with her top off? What the FUCK?
"So yeah, you want to come over? We'll finish up our American Politics homework before tomorrow."
My teeth started grinding.
"Uh-huh ... okay. See you soon."
I stepped away from the door and returned to the living room, flopping back onto the couch and reaching for the controller. Computer NFL wouldn't do anymore. I needed a fighter game. Yeah, Practice Mode sounded good. Something where I could beat the ever-non-living-shit out of something that couldn't fight back.
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 25, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"What's going on, Ben?" Dawn squeezed my hand while we hit the sidewalk to go to our first class. "Adrienne tells me you've been staying up past midnight every night since last Monday. I mean, you used to do it on occasion, but not back-to-back-to-back like this."
I sighed. "She told you?"
Dawn shrugged. "We tell each other pretty much everything. It's actually gotten even easier since camp. Back then, she always knew I was faking it a bit for your sake, that I still wanted you back. But now that we've agreed to just be friends, a lot of the little wariness we had around each other went away."
I smirked. "Great. Now I've got to worry about my girlfriend stealing my best friend."
Dawn slapped my shoulder. "Don't be silly."
I chuckled and headed onward.
Three seconds later, Dawn picked her head up and said, "Hey! Don't try to change the subject. What's going on?"
I exhaled slowly, thinking of Adrienne telling Will that she believed she could strip her top off next to the TV and that I'd choose the game. "I dunno. I ... I think I'm getting addicted to video games."
Dawn chuckled. "Think? I'd say that's pretty definite. It seems like every time I see you lately, you've got that controller in your hand."
I sighed. "It's just so easy to lose track of time. I mean, it feels great to unwind and turn my brain to something other than school for a while. And when I'm a little stressed out, button-mashing really helps me relax. But once I get started, it seems like I can't stop. The next thing I know, I'm behind on my schoolwork and I have no choice but to stay up late to finish."
"Simple then: don't start." Dawn shrugged as if that was the end of that.
"I can't help it. Especially when Bert or Paige is already on the game. Heck, Bert's even got Robin playing with them. And I've tried telling myself not to play until I'm done with my homework, I can still hear or see the screen and I've found myself going a half-hour without even looking down at my work." I exhaled. "I can't study until after I've played a bit. When we leave our last class, it's all I can think about. How to pass the next level. A new custom play I can make in football to beat Bert. What I can do to tune my car. I can't focus until I've gotten that out of my system."
"Sounds like an addiction."
I groaned. "I tell myself: Just one game. Play one game, get it out of my system, and go back to work."
"And do you always stop at one game?"
I sighed. "No."
Dawn stopped and sat down on the nearest bench, now that we'd made it onto campus. "Ben, you've heard of the three S's?"
I shrugged. "Sure: Study, Socialize, Sleep." I grinned. "Pick two."
"Picking only two is for slackers. C'mon, Ben, you're smart enough and balanced enough to do all three. I am. Adrienne is. But you seem to be skipping Sleep. And for what?"
I shrugged. "I'm doing okay."
"On sleep? That's just for now; it's only been a few weeks. But if you keep this up, those lost hours will catch up to you."
I frowned, feeling slightly defensive.
"But even the sleep isn't the point. Ben, cuddle time with your girlfriend is really important to her. There's a fourth 'S', especially for you two: Sex."
I grinned. "The most important 'S'."
"Not for you, apparently. Adrienne says you've turned down sex a few times lately. Now THAT is not the Ben I know." Dawn shook her head.
"So what are you saying?"
"I'm saying you need to stop and think about what your priorities are, Ben. And I'm saying that every relationship is built on communication. You need to talk to your girlfriend about this gaming addiction, not me."
"But-"
"No 'buts'. Talk to her."
I rolled my eyes. "You sound like Brandi."
"Good," Dawn grinned. And then she put her hand on mine. "We all love you, Ben. We're all looking out for you. And we won't LET you screw this up."
I frowned.
Dawn arched her eyebrow and a mischievous gleam game into her eye. "And one more incentive."
Almost nervously, I asked, "What?"
"I'm going to talk to Dayna and Brandi. No more nookie from either of them until you fix this."
"WHAT?"
"Dayna's part of the sleep problem. She keeps sidetracking you when you should be cuddling with Adrienne."
I grimaced. NOW Dawn was bringing out the big guns. Restricting my sex life would be sure to change my behavior. I sighed. "Okay. I'll talk to Adrienne. We'll work this out."
"Don't give me that mournful face, Ben. Don't just cave and promise her the world. Really, work it out. You won't have to give up the games entirely. I know you enjoy them. You just need to know when to stop."
I stood up and reached a hand down to Dawn, nodding back in the direction of class. "Okay, I got it. Let's go."
"I'm sorry. I mean, I didn't realize the games have been taking up so much of my time," I sighed. I'd been apologizing to Adrienne for the last fifteen minutes, going in circles. Feel contrite, I said sincerely, "You're my girlfriend. You deserve more of my attention."
"Oh, Ben," Adrienne hugged me warmly. Any residual anger she'd felt had been washed away by my last fifteen minutes of apologizing. "I'm not like other girlfriends, and I don't want to be the demanding, catty type. I'm not that needy, am I?"
"No, no, you're not."
"I don't demand that you sit down and listen to me vent about my day," Adrienne added. "I've got girlfriends for that. And I'm not even jealous about other girls. I let you fuck Dayna and Brandi at will."
"I KNOW. And I'm not complaining."
"There's just ONE thing I want from you on a daily basis, Ben: to fall asleep in your arms. Can you just give me that? It's not too much to ask, is it? And if spending too much time on a video game is what's causing you to fall behind and not go to sleep with me, then that's what needs to change."
"I know, I know," I simpered. "I'm sorry. It's just ... sometimes it's such a stress- relief to pound some virtual dummy into a bloody pulp," I shrugged.
My stunningly gorgeous girlfriend smiled at me, squeezing my hand. And her voice dropped to a sultry, sensuous husk. "Well I'll make you a deal then, Tiger. Any time you're feeling stressed — any time, no matter what I'm doing — instead of picking up a controller, you come find me." Adrienne leaned in and rubbed her hand over my crotch. "I'll take the stress away, using whatever parts of my body I have to. Okay?"
"But-"
"Any time, Ben," Adrienne cooed. "You let me worry about relieving your stress. Deal?"
My lower lip trembled and my body flushed with arousal. "Unnghh..." I groaned, feeling my dick getting hard beneath Adrienne's stroking hand.
"Tell you what, Tiger." She grinned, flashing me rows of pearly white teeth. "Why don't I give you an example right now? What say we find out just how much stress you relieve when you're blasting your cum up my tight asshole, okay?"
Uh, yeah. I could go with that.
"And then, Tiger, I have some apologies of my own to make."
"Huh?"
Adrienne's eyes flashed brightly. "I nailed Grace this afternoon. So in the interest of open honesty, I think I have to tell you, play-by-play, exactly how I wrung three orgasms out of her hot, skinny body."
I grinned. Adrienne and I really should have more of these talks. Communication is everything in a relationship, right?
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 30, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Hey, Dawn, didn't you want to try out that new Persian place on Allston?" I nodded with my head westward. We'd just finished class and said goodbye to Bert.
The beautiful young blonde turned and gave me a brilliant smile, brighter than the noon sun. "Yeah ... Wanna go now?"
I nodded and reached my hand out to her. She slid her fingers through mine and we set off. Allston was a bit out of our way for our usual Monday circuit through the school, but we had the time before our next class.
"So everything is good with the girlfriend now? Things have seemed much calmer the past few days." Dawn asked while swinging our hands back and forth as we strolled casually down the pathway.
"Yeah..." I grinned, thinking of the lovemaking we'd done last night. Adrienne had wanted to pull a full trifecta before going to sleep, and I'd happily complied with her request. "In bed by midnight. Cuddled in each other's arms. And she even let me play a game of football with Bert yesterday afternoon."
Dawn grinned. "You're so lucky. I mean, I know you've had some rough patches learning to live together with Adrienne, but Ryan doesn't spend nearly enough nights staying over with me."
I grinned and then squeezed her hand. "You know, I feel bad now. You've been counseling me on my relationship with Adrienne all this time and I barely talk to you about Ryan."
She shrugged. "We're fine. It's not so different than when I was still in High School. Besides, do you really want to hear me talk about Ryan?"
"Well..." I grinned bashfully. "Not really. But not because I've got anything against him. Ever since that thing with Paige, we've been pretty cool around each other. I don't know that we'll ever be the best of friends, but ... we're cool."
"Then why not?"
I chuckled. "I'm still a GUY. When would I ever want to hear a girl talk about her relationship problems? You've got Dayna, Brandi, and Adrienne for that crap."
Dawn rolled her eyes. "Men. So unbalanced."
I chuckled. "Seriously though: if you need a male opinion about him, I'd be happy to listen, Dawn. You're my best friend and that's what I'm here for."
She squeezed my hand and beamed at me.
Dawn and I were just passing the main library when she suddenly jerked on my hand and pointed across Memorial Glade. "Hey. Isn't that Adrienne?"
I blinked and turned, squinting to try and follow Dawn's finger. And then I saw her. No one walked quite the same way as Adrienne, and I would recognize her physical body anywhere. A part of me felt like shouting, but she was pretty far away and heading in the wrong direction.
Besides, she was with Will.
Obviously, at this distance, I couldn't hear what they were saying. But Adrienne was clearly laughing and giggling at something the handsomely cute guy was saying while she patted his shoulder affectionately. And she was even pointing out something on his outfit. Hell, the guy had a better fashion sense than me. I felt my blood turning green and my breath getting shorter and-
"Hey!" Dawn shook my hand. "Stop squeezing so hard."
"Oh, sorry!" I stammered and released her hand.
Dawn frowned. "Jeez, Ben, one might think you were jealous of Will. That's hilarious!"
"No, no. Of course not!" I said defensively. "I'm not jealous."
Dawn chuckled and rubbed her hand. "Typical. You'll fuck anything in a skirt; but seeing Adrienne hanging out with a guy, ANY guy, gets you all green with envy, doesn't it?"
I rolled my eyes. By now, Adrienne and Will were out of sight. I growled, "Can we just go get lunch?"
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 31, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Aren't you two adorable?" I folded my arms over my chest and grinned. Before me stood Bert and Robin ... only not in their usual attire.
Robin wore a yellow skirt and blue blouse with a big white collar and poofy blue shoulders decorated with red trim. She had a red headband with a bow in the middle of it, her dark hair styled to finish the look. She was Snow White, in full costume, and I couldn't help chuckling as I realized Bert was her Prince Charming in riding gear and red cape. Robin further completed the look by holding onto Bert's arm tightly and even pecking him on the cheek. I STILL couldn't believe those two had hooked up. Bert must have been doing better with Robin's flirting lessons than I'd initially realized.
Then again, the mere fact that Robin even wanted to practice flirting with Bert a week ago should have tipped me off to her interest in the guy.
"Lookit you," I patted my friend on the shoulder. "Looking to sweep Robin off her feet tonight?"
Bert blushed and stammered, "Uh, well, we're all Prince Charmings."
Hey, not a bad line for the shy guy. "At heart, man. We are at heart." I grinned and slapped his shoulder again.
Behind them was Gwen as Belle from Beauty and the Beast, clad in a yellow ballgown with a ridiculously large hemispherical skirt. I shook my head wryly, wondering what possessed a bunch of fully-grown adults to do this to themselves, biting my lip to stifle a chuckle.
"What?" Gwen frowned at me.
"Nothing ... nothing..." I tried to keep from laughing; but the harder I tried, the more my eyes began to water. "You're all adorable," I repeated.
"Laugh it up," Dawn chuckled from behind me. I turned around to see my beautiful best friend dressed as Cinderella, in a full-length blue and silver ball gown with arm-length gloves and her sunny blonde hair in a perfect Disney up-do with blue headband. Ryan was beside her in a white uniformed Prince Charming costume complete with gold epaulets. He looked good.
Then I turned a little further and saw Adrienne as Sleeping Beauty all in pink.
And to my abject horror, I saw my girlfriend holding up a hangar upon which was draped a gray Prince Phillip costume with my own red cape. Realization only then dawned on me, and I grunted, "Ah, shit."
Adrienne grinned beautifully.
"You're manipulative bitches, you know?" I scowled without any real heat in my voice.
Dawn and Adrienne glanced at each other. "We know," Dawn answered for the both of them.
"You didn't know?" Bert blurted.
I rolled my eyes. Brooke had warned me; my girls loved to do this to me. But you know, I didn't mind all that much. My life was still really, really good.
The Paige showed up in the doorway, the cute redhead struggling to walk in her Ariel from the Little Mermaid costume. "Come ON! We're going to be late for the party! Why isn't Ben dressed?"
The costume party was an organized student body affair, and therefore took place on-campus. So there was no alcohol but plenty of punch, abundant decorations, and apparently no one was allowed in without a costume. So even though I hadn't dressed up for Halloween since I was a little kid, once among throngs of other young adults similarly attired, I felt a little more comfortable about the whole thing. This was a good thing, since the walk to the party on the streets of Berkeley had felt really, really awkward.
About an hour in, I could have really used some of that alcohol.
The party started off alright. Dawn, Ryan, Robin, Bert, Gwen, Paige, Adrienne, and I moved as a pack of eight together, getting snacks and drinking punch and lemonade while we settled in and locked down a table to use as a home base of operations. Dawn and Gwen had brought digital cameras and we snapped photos left and right. And then Dawn and Adrienne grabbed us respective boyfriends and literally dragged us onto the dance floor.
The music was an eclectic mix of modern Top 40 and old-school Halloween tracks, songs like Oingo Boingo's "Dead Man's Party." I had to admit, it's kinda fun to sing "Leave your body at the door" while dancing next to a guy in a zombie costume.
Paige and Gwen also got up to start flirting with guys. Paige had a guy in a fisherman's outfit approach her, no doubt with some one-liner about her mermaid's costume. Gwen merely moved into the sea of dancers, thrust her tits out and put her hands on her hips, waiting all of five seconds before a guy walked up with a smile and an inappropriate comment.
Meanwhile, Robin declared, "I don't dance." Bert seemed more than happy to hold down the table with her rather than risk shaking his booty to the music.
But eventually, Paige and Gwen returned to us and we started getting a little more attention in general, what with four Disney princesses all together. And once we got dancing in a group, pairs weren't quite as noticeable and Dawn and Adrienne started to get a lot more male attention themselves.
This, I could handle. Adrienne had always been something of a flirt and even though she'd scaled WAY back on the attention-grabbing, she still enjoyed seeing what lines and devices guys would try to use to pick up on her. I smiled and backed away, letting my girlfriend do her thing. I knew she loved me and I wasn't worried at all. Besides, Paige was hungering for my attention and I decided to go for a couple of twirls with the petite redhead.
But then one guy I did NOT want flirting with Adrienne arrived. Will Adler was dressed, of all things, as Tarzan. He was practically naked, showing off a perfect six-pack and chiseled pecs. He fixed his pale blue eyes on Adrienne and separated from a couple of other guys he was with, moving up to my girlfriend to say 'hi'.
My jaw clenched and I coolly evaluated where Will was putting his hands as he hugged my girlfriend. For more than a month I had forced myself to trust Adrienne, not ask too many questions about Will, and believe that her love was for me and me alone. Yeah, we'd had more fights in the past couple of months than ever before, but those were over roommate conflicts and nothing that would lead me to believe she didn't want to be my girlfriend anymore.
But it was hard to keep my cool when it seemed like she was always WITH him. They shared classes, she brought him home to study on occasion, and even now, the two of them were actually DANCING together. Right in front of me!
I growled and turned away, no longer able to watch. I stomped toward the refreshments while Paige called out, "Hey! Ben!"
"I'm getting something to drink, Red," I barked back. My petite friend recognized the venom in my tone and didn't say anything further.
I started pouring myself some punch from the brown, plastic, rectangular portable dispenser, desperately wishing I had some vodka or something to soak into it. I wasn't much of a drinker in general; but in a mood like this, getting drunk sounded like a good idea.
The guy next to me noticed the way I frowned at my cup. "Need something to spice it up?"
I turned my head and smirked, "You read my mind."
Dressed like a doctor in pale blue scrubs, full white lab coat and stethoscope, he leaned against the table with an easy smile and reached into his coat pocket, coming back out with a silver flask. Glancing around, the handsome, dark-haired guy nonchalantly unscrewed the cap and poured about a shot's worth into my cup.
I grinned. "Thanks, man."
"No problem." He extended his hand. "Carter Sheridan."
I shook it. "I'm Ben." Then I took a sip, smacking my lips and exhaling, feeling the smooth heat all the way down my throat. "Ahh. That's quite a kick."
"Those cups aren't very big," he grinned. Then he turned back and surveyed the dance floor. "So you're with the big Disney crowd?"
I nodded. "Yeah. My girlfriend is Sleeping Beauty."
He whistled. "She's a FOX, man," Carter said approvingly.
"Yeah."
"But she's also got Tarzan's hands all over her."
"Yeah," I said a little shortly. Then I took another sip.
"You cool with that?"
"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled into my cup before puffing my chest out and standing up straight. "She's my girl and she's gorgeous. She's always attracted attention; but as long as she keeps coming home to me, I don't mind."
Carter smirked. "Well, you don't have to worry about me. I only do brunettes." He nodded to the right where a tall, slim beauty dressed as a sexy nurse was chatting at hyper-speed with some of her girlfriends.
"Nice," I complimented.
Carter leaned in, a gleam in his eyes. "If you had the chance, would you fuck her?"
I blinked twice and leaned back, arching an eyebrow. THAT was an unexpected question. But I read something in his tone and decided to just go with the flow. "Sure, man. You hold her arms and I'll nail her." I chuckled, my voice only half- serious.
It was the right thing to say. Carter grinned and slapped my shoulder while looking at the brunette. "Good man."
I nodded toward the nurse as well. "So you gonna make a move on her?"
Carter snorted. "Hell, yeah. She's my girlfriend."
I arched an eyebrow in surprise. Two seconds ago, did the guy really just ask me if I wanted to fuck his girlfriend? At least he didn't seem upset. "Sorry, I shoulda figured from the matching costumes."
The dark-haired guy shook his head and waved me off. "No worries. It's just good for the ego to know that a guy with a girl as hot as yours still finds mine fuckable." Carter nodded back toward Adrienne. "How long you been together?"
I shrugged. "Off and on. We've been neighbors since we were ten. Just got serious, oh, last May, actually. At Prom."
"Prom?" Carter stood up straighter. "You guys freshmen?"
I nodded. "You?"
"Junior." He shrugged. "You don't look like a freshman. You guys look older. Except, well, maybe that Little Mermaid. She looks like she's fifteen."
I chuckled. "Yeah, she does. And the big Prince Charming over there is a Junior. He's with Cinderella."
"I figured from the outfit." Carter gave me a lopsided grin. "I may be old and cynical, but once upon a time I DID watch the movies."
We mused on that for a second before Carter patted his chest over the flask's location in his pocket. "Need a refill?"
I looked at my half-full cup and shook my head. The momentary bit of conversation had defused my jealous anger. "Nah, I'm alright. Thanks, though."
"Anytime." Carter shrugged. "I gotta get back to my woman. But Ben? If you ever want to go for a ride on her, you just let me know."
I arched an eyebrow, trying to figure out if he was serious.
With an enigmatic grin, Carter tilted his head in salute. "I'll see you around, Ben." And then he left.
"Laters," I nodded. And then I set my jaw and took a deep breath, glancing around to see Adrienne still dancing with Will.
It was time for me to get back to my woman. Brandi and Dawn had both told me a few times already, if something was bothering me, I had to TALK to my girlfriend. Communication, right?
Fortunately or unfortunately, Will was just leaving as I walked back into my circle of friends. Adrienne seemed to be in a delightfully happy mood as she turned away from him and that happiness only carried further as she wrapped her arms around me.
"Oh, Ben! I'm having such a good time!"
I smiled back at her, trying to keep any tension out of my voice. "I'm glad. But, uh, can we talk?"
She blinked and furrowed her eyebrows at me, recognizing my tone. "Uh, now?"
I nodded.
Smiling, she nodded and slipped her hand into mine. I turned and looked to an open set of double doors that led outside onto the patio. Then squeezing my girlfriend's hand, I tugged her in that direction.
Once outside, Adrienne moved closer to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Ben, what's wrong?"
I winced and searched for the right words, looking away. I put my hands on the railing in front of me and sagged my weight against it, tensing my muscles. After another few seconds, I straightened back up and turned to face her. Adrienne was just so incredibly beautiful to me, both inside and out. I couldn't imagine my life without her in it, and the pain I was feeling was etched onto my face. "Adrienne," I began softly. "I love you. I trust you. And I know this is my weakness for not having total and absolute faith in us. But..." I took a deep breath.
Adrienne was frowning, wondering what the hell I was getting at. I exhaled slowly and then finished, "I just need you to tell me that there's nothing going on between you and Will." I stopped and then stared intently into Adrienne's hazel eyes, focusing hard to read whether or not she might actually lie to me.
But Adrienne just barked laughing. Her eyes popped open, her jaw hung open, and she smiled really wide while a look of utter amusement ran across her face. "What???"
I furrowed my eyebrows. "This isn't funny."
Adrienne laughed even harder, so hard that tears started coming into the corners of her eyes. She held a hand over her mouth and doubled over as if I'd said the most hilarious thing imaginable.
"What?" I barked, now getting rather annoyed.
Adrienne waved her hand, laughing noiselessly so hard she couldn't speak while trying to regain her composure. And just then, Dawn and Ryan came out on the patio. "Hey guys," Dawn greeted us cheerily. "What's so funny?"
"It's not funny!" I huffed, confused and upset by the way this was turning out. I had a serious concern about my girlfriend hanging out quite a bit with a guy I didn't know.
Adrienne couldn't control herself, still laughing uproariously. That got Dawn to start chuckling. But at least Ryan moved beside me without seeming amused as he asked, "What is it?"
In frustration, I just sighed and gestured with both hands at Adrienne. "I just asked her to tell me that there was nothing going on between her and Will. I mean, I trust her, but I ... I just don't know, you know?"
Now it was Ryan's turn to smirk and give me a funny look. "You serious?" he asked, looking at me like I'd just wondered aloud if humans breathed air or water.
And now Dawn was laughing.
"WHAT?" I raged. Gawd this was annoying.
"Ben!" Dawn looked at me incredulously. "I thought you knew. I even asked you one time if you knew and you said, 'Of course!'"
"What are you TALKING about?" I barked.
Adrienne controlled herself just enough to come back to me and take my hands. "Oh, Ben. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. If you didn't know then I can understand why this is upsetting to you. But you don't need to worry AT ALL about Will."
"Why not?" I snarled.
"Because," Adrienne tried not to start laughing again. "Will's gay."
My jaw dropped. I blinked several times and furrowed my eyebrows at Adrienne. "Excuse me?"
Adrienne nodded. Then I turned to look at Dawn, who also nodded. Then I looked at Ryan, who just looked a little uncomfortable. Then Ryan put in, "He's gay, dude. Thought you could tell."
In a flash, a dozen different things clicked into my mind. When we'd first met, Will hadn't been staring me down; he'd been checking me out. And his homosexuality had been what had Ryan a little uncomfortable, not that Ryan perceived him as any threat. Then there was Will's fashion sense, designed to show off his slim figure and muscles; take the Tarzan outfit, for example. And then there were his perfectly coiffed hair and plucked eyebrows. He wasn't flaming, by any means; but I could understand that he was gay. My own jealousy must have completely fried my gaydar.
My jaw waggled up and down a few times without any sound coming out. And then I managed to grunt a rather shocked and apologetic, "Oh."
Adrienne just took my face in her hands and pressed up to me, kissing me. "Silly Tiger." And then she came back and gave me her nuclear kiss, reminding me just how much she loved me.
"So are we okay?" Adrienne finally asked me when she pulled away.
"Yeah ... yeah." I took a deep breath. My mind was still spinning, both from the revelation of Will's sexual orientation and Adrienne's kiss.
And then Adrienne was taking my hands again, pulling me back inside. "Come on, my Prince Charming. Dance with me tonight and I'll remind you that I'm yours forever."
Perhaps it was appropriate that we left just after the clock struck midnight. As the Sather Tower bells chimed, I pulled Adrienne into my arms and we came together for our patented slow-burn kiss. Her lips molded around mine and I spun her around, feeling as if we were dancing on clouds in our own little fairy tale.
And then it was time to go.
"Don't forget both slippers." I nodded to Dawn. It took her a second to get the reference, and then our little Cinderella took one off and handed it to Ryan with a beaming smile on her face.
But then Dawn immediately snagged it back. "Hey, it's a long walk back to the house."
The rest of us cracked up and we merrily went on our way. Since it was a Thursday and we had school in another few hours, Bert was going to crash on our couch rather than take a late evening BART back home; but being a gentleman he was going to escort Gwen, Robin, and Paige to their residence hall first.
That left Adrienne and me, as well as Dawn and Ryan, to just head straight back to our house. The way both Disney princesses were latched onto their respective Prince Charmings, I was sure we all had the same thing in mind.
Soon enough, we were in the short hallway between our first-floor bedrooms. I glanced over at Dawn and Ryan, looking adorable in their Cinderella and Prince costumes. Ryan had his hand on Dawn's waist, and he was heated up enough to lean in and start nibbling on her ear.
Dawn giggled and then flashed her eyes back to me and Adrienne. Her gaze locked in on me for a second, almost questioning. But I returned nothing but warmth and support. 'Have a good time, ' I told her mentally.
Dawn smiled and said softly, "Good night, you guys."
Adrienne pulled me closer to her and grinned. "Good night," she replied, her voice laced with innuendo. And then she opened our door.
Now I'd personally never had a sex dream about a Disney character; but I didn't think I would ever be able to watch Sleeping Beauty without sporting wood after this night. Adrienne was a fairy tale dream come true in her pink gown, and it was SOOO deliciously naughty to watch her stripping out of it.
Adrienne wore white lingerie underneath, complete with skimpy panties, garters, and stockings. She soon started stripping out of them. The sight of my girlfriend's glorious tits bursting forth quickened my breath and watered my mouth. The sight of her shaved pussy coming into view dropped my jaw. And the touch of her lips as she pressed her nearly naked body against me set off a nuclear explosion in my brain and almost made me explode in my pants as well.
Adrienne didn't strip completely naked. She left the choker, her tiara, the white gartered-stockings, and her heels. She was a stunningly gorgeous blonde princess and as she stood and posed for me, I wondered for the millionth time how I ended up with such an goddess of a girlfriend. From the white heels and white stockings encasing her long, long legs to the trimness of her thighs and perfect ass; from the narrowness of her tiny waist to the fullness of her breasts, almost like a comic book heroine in their buoyancy and size compared to her thin frame; and from the delicacy of her collarbone and shoulders up to her graceful neck and blessedly beautiful face, Adrienne was simply incredible.
Smiling at me, she backed up to our bed and lay across it at an angle, stretching her arms behind her head and making her 5'10" body appear even longer. Turning her head to the side, she smiled at me and sang melodically, "Someday my Prince will come..."
I chuckled as I approached the bed. "That's Snow White."
Adrienne giggled. "Doesn't matter, as long as my Prince comes." She grinned. "And cums ... deep inside me..."
I smiled and bent to kiss her. My hands went to her naked hips. Her hands went up to my collar. And then we were tumbling around as it was my turn to get undressed.
Eventually, I wound up on top of my lover, my fully naked body between her thighs as she wrapped her stocking-clad legs around my waist. My thick, throbbing erection was sandwiched in the groove of her labia; and I felt the moisture of her arousal, wet against the underside of my cock. Our tongues explored each other's mouth and with a gentle shift of our hips, my mushroom head lined up at her entrance. And then I began pushing inside.
Adrienne broke our kiss just then, pulling away to gasp at the penetration. Her hands shifted down to my ass, palming my cheeks and tugging firmly as she pulled me inside her. And when our pelvic bones clicked up against each other, she cooed happily and let her head fall back against the mattress. "Ohhh ... Bennn..."
"Ohhh, Adrienne..." I moaned in kind, setting my forehead down to the mattress next to her.
She stroked my back and for a few moments, the two of us just lay there, enjoying the feeling of our bodies pressed together as intimately as possible. There were almost no gaps of space between us, save for her cleavage where her firm tits simply could not be compressed down beneath my chest. And my dick throbbed almost eight inches inside this beautiful creature of femininity.
"Were you really jealous of Will?" Adrienne asked me softly, rubbing her nose against mine.
"Yeah..." I admitted.
"Why? Don't you know that you're the only man that I want?"
I sighed. "I know. But you're so gorgeous it's scary, Adrienne."
"I swear to you, Ben, forever and always," my lovely girlfriend promised. "You're the only man for me."
I felt my heart speed up a bit, a flutter of happiness in my chest. She loved me. She loved me. I could feel it through her skin.
"You don't ever have to worry, Ben," Adrienne hummed while she rubbed my shoulders and began rolling her hips, causing my dick to pump in and out of her just a few inches at a time. "For the rest of my life, I will never, ever spread my legs for any man but you. Do you hear me? I'm done with other guys. I only dated them because I wanted to be popular and feel the rush of power. I had to dominate them to somehow get my revenge for how powerless I felt with Adam. But I don't need to dominate guys anymore. I have you. I have your love. I know how much you care about me. You're the only man I'll ever want or need."
"Ohhh, Adrienne..." I groaned, feeling her body moving beneath me, causing so much pleasure to course through my veins.
"I love you, Ben. I'll always love you. You can trust that. You can trust me. Believe in me. And just love me the best you can."
"I do." I thrust in. "I will." I pulled back. "Always." I thrust back in and held myself there.
"Love me, Ben," Adrienne crooned and clutched my head to her neck.
"I love you, Adrienne." I nibbled on her skin and rubbed my nose against hers.
"Love me, Ben!" Adrienne whimpered.
"I love you, Adrienne." I started thrusting harder.
"LOVE me, Ben!" Adrienne cried.
"I LOVE you, Adrienne!" I started ramming myself into her body.
"I LOVE YOU!"
"I LOVE YOU!"
"I'M CUMMING!"
"I'M CUMMING WITH YOU!"
"AAAAAHHHH!"
"UURRRGGHHH!"
Adrienne's powerful legs squeezed around my ribs so tightly I thought she might actually crack one. Her heels dug into my ass and pulled me so deeply and clamped down so forcefully I could feel the head of my cock getting constricted by the tightness. But the tightness wouldn't stop the expansion of my dick as it began firing away deep into her body, hosing down her innards with my liquid offering of love.
The world spun around us, my eyes unfocused, and a wave of dizziness washed over me while I felt every ounce of energy pouring out of my body and into hers. The room kept spinning and spinning until at last I found myself panting with exhaustion, my forehead lying on the mattress as our sweaty bodies stuck together and my hips slowly stopped rocking against Adrienne's pelvis.
Dimly, I heard her heavy breathing to my left while my loving girlfriend clutched my head to the side of hers. And then I slowly turned my head and tenderly kissed her cheek.
I thought about all the trials and tribulations of our relationship: her initial seduction while I was dating Megan and Cassidy, the breakup, and her desperate need for me while I was still with Dawn. I thought about our period of "nottogetherness", the Brooke incident, and all the drama around Allie before we finally came together at Prom. Even then, we had further complications over my feelings for Dawn. And in the past few months we'd gone through roommate issues, video game addictions, and even jealousy over a gay guy.
Whoever dares say "Happily Ever After" has NO CLUE what's about to hit him. Life isn't a fairy tale. But then ... life still can have happy endings. And as my tongue explored Adrienne's mouth and little sparks of pleasure went off in our minds like mini-fireworks, I sighed happily.
"Forever and always," Adrienne promised.
"Always," I agreed.
After everything Adrienne and I had been through, we'd made it..
