An Ordinary College Sex Life

Chapter 13: Expectations

I thrust forward a final time, grunting my orgasm into Adrienne’s ear as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into my adoptive sister’s sucking pussy. The stunningly gorgeous blonde, fully naked with a fine sheen of sweat coating her skin, stayed on all fours in front of me until I’d finished busting my nut inside her, and then both her arms and legs collapsed as she fell face-down on my bed.

Even though I was standing on my own two feet next to the bed, my hands had been on Adrienne’s hips and I went down with her, my sweaty chest dropping onto her equally sweaty back, both of us panting after the exertion.

We lay like that for a few minutes, groaning in mild pain as our muscles woke up and realized the exertions we’d just put them through. And eventually, I rolled off and flopped onto my back while Adrienne folded her arms beneath her head and turned to lay one cheek against them.

I glanced over with a goofy grin to see the matching smile on her face. And I chuckled. “Twice in one week. You having problems with Grace?” I joked.

Her eyelids immediately drooped and her irises darted away. I realized that I’d struck close to home and quickly turned onto my side, an apology on my lips.

Adrienne beat me to it, “Funny you mention that...”

My face fell and I took on an expression of concern. But Adrienne shook her head. “It’s nothing serious. At least, I hope it isn’t.”

“What’s going on?”

Adrienne sighed. “It’s this Tri-Delt thing. We’re still pledges and while the sisters are pretty cool with sexual relationships between members, they don’t really want anyone who’s strictly lesbian. Socializing with guys is part of the ideal Tri-Delt personality, even in a place as liberal as Berkeley. Grace and I aren’t butch and they know we’re not, but Grace is getting worried that our relationship might keep us from becoming full members.”

“You serious?” I arched an eyebrow.

Adrienne nodded. “We didn’t break up or anything. But...” Her voice trailed off and I saw the moisture forming in her hazel eyes. “I don’t know ... Grace wants to spend more time planning social events with the sisters and with our brother fraternity. This whole sorority thing is really important to her. So we talked today about just letting things cool off for a bit.”

“Cool off?” I queried, with a warning in my voice.

Adrienne read my tone. “I know.” She took a deep breath. “Once we cool off, I don’t know if we’ll ever get back to the way we were. And when I asked her about the future, do you know what she said?”

I shook my head. “No. What?”

Now Adrienne did break into tears. “She said, ‘What did you expect? Did you think we were going to be together forever?’”

I winced and stroked her golden hair while Adrienne whimpered. Her lips were quivering and she stared right back into my eyes, and as easily as if she’d verbalized the words out loud, I understood that yes, Adrienne had let herself believe that she and Grace might be together forever.

Maybe I should have been upset that despite our love, Adrienne had never felt that permanent about our relationship; but I’d already figured out that she had a different kind of permanent in mind for the two of us. And as if to symbolize that, I pulled her head to me and tenderly kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry, Adrienne,” I said softly.

She just whimpered and squeezed her eyes. Then shaking her head, she continued. “Grace said, ‘We’ve had a lot of fun together, A.D. And I don’t want to lose you. But I’m not really a lesbian.’”

I pinched my lips together and grimaced in sympathy to the anguish in Adrienne’s voice. And as the tears rolled down her eyes, Adrienne looked up at me pathetically and asked, “She’s going to break up with me soon, isn’t she?”

Based on what little I’d heard, I thought so. I answered out loud, “I don’t know.” But Adrienne looked into my eyes and sensed how I really felt about it. She started bawling and feeling bad, I immediately rolled over to hug her. Adrienne was still on her belly, burying her face in her folded arms while I more or less draped myself half on top of her, squeezing her shoulders tightly.

“I’m sorry, Adrienne...” I soothed, stroking her arm. “I’m sorry...” Despite her nudity, I didn’t feel any fresh arousal. She was a sister who was hurting. And I’d learned to support her without sex.

“It’s my own fault,” she wailed. “I’m the one who told you that every relationship hinges on its expectations. I expected more from Grace, and I’m disappointed because of it.”

“You’re allowed to expect, Adrienne,” I said softly while rubbing her back. “Why be in a relationship if you can’t expect the best?”

Adrienne didn’t answer, simply turning her face to my chest and hugging herself against me. And I spent the next half-hour just holding her in my arms.

“So I don’t know. They aren’t broken up ... yet ... but even if they stay together, I don’t think their relationship will ever be the same,” I sighed.

“That’s too bad,” DJ replied over the phone line. “Adrienne really seemed to love her. Remember all the drama at camp we went through, just to get her to sleep with us? And after saving herself and being so resolute, she’s still going to lose her girlfriend.”

I nodded, even though DJ couldn’t see me. “Yeah. I wish there was something more I could do for her.”

“You’re doing everything you can,” DJ said encouragingly. “And like you said, they aren’t even broken up yet. Maybe they can still work it out.”

“I hope so.”

“Do you really?”

I wasn’t expecting that response, and I frowned as paused to assess DJ’s last question. Feeling confused, I sputtered, “Wait, what?”

DJ exhaled, sounding nervous. “I’m sorry. But I have to ask: Do you really hope Adrienne and Grace work out?”

“Sure I do,” I said clearly, although I felt a bit confused. Why was DJ asking this? “Well, for Adrienne’s sake I do. But if Grace isn’t right for her, then I suppose it’s better Adrienne find out sooner than later ... Why?”

DJ was quiet for a few seconds before answering, “I dunno. I’m sorry. I’m just being paranoid. But there’s a part of me that thinks you’re still in love with her. And if her relationship falls apart, and you’re there to catch her when she falls, then one thing might lead to another and then poof, I’m out one boyfriend.”

“DJ, no,” I insisted. “I love you. I really do. And Adrienne and I have figured out we’re better as brother and sister.”

“You sure about that? You sure you wouldn’t welcome another chance to be closer to her?”

“We’re already as close as we want to be,” I explained. “Or is that the problem? Do you want me to stop sleeping with her?” I bit on the end of that question, desperately hoping DJ answered ‘no’. Even if Adrienne and I were no longer romantically involved, she was still a dynamite lover.

Thankfully, DJ drawled, “No ... It’s okay, it’s okay. I already told you that you had permission to sleep with anyone you want. As long as it’s just sex. I guess I needed to know that you weren’t gonna break up with me for her. I just had to hear you say it.”

“I have no intention of breakup up with you, kiddo,” I said sincerely. “I love you, and I can’t wait for you to graduate and get up here so we can spend every day together as a happy couple.”

She giggled and then immediately groaned. “First, I have to get accepted. Gawd, this is SO much work and I’m under SO much pressure.”

“I know, Deej. I can’t wait to see you this weekend and help relieve you of that pressure, too,” I chuckled with more than a little innuendo in my voice.

But DJ just groaned. “Ben, please. You know I’ve got the SAT this Saturday.”

I nodded. It was the mass November 1 test date coming up. “But you still want me to visit Saturday night, right?”

“Of course. Of course.”

“I love you, DJ. And I’m sorry. I don’t want to put any more pressure on you than you already have.”

“No, it’s fine, honey. I love you, too.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

“Oh, what a day,” Dawn sighed as we turned the last corner to the apartment she shared with Ryan. “I cannot WAIT to just flop face-down in bed and get Ryan to give me a massage.”

“C’mon,” I chided, sliding myself back and falling into step right behind Dawn as we walked along. I moved my hands up to her shoulders and started kneading. “No need to wait when you’ve got Ben Magic-Hands here for you.”

“Stop that,” Dawn giggled and slapped at my hands. “I’ve got a boyfriend for that and he’d be very upset with both of us if you usurped one of his chores.”

“Well if he thinks it’s a chore, then you can let him know I’d be happy to take over for him. No way would I consider any opportunity to put my hands on your body as a ‘chore’.”

Dawn chuckled at that and reached back to pull me alongside her. And once she had me where she wanted, she wrapped herself around my left arm and snuggled in closely, humming happily.

“Hey, we’re getting close,” I warned, my playful mood evaporating. “Thought you didn’t want Ryan to see us quite so intimate anymore.” Ever since last week when he’d caught us kissing, Dawn had needed to do damage control with her boyfriend to reassure him that we were just friends.

“I know...” Dawn sighed, but didn’t let go. Instead, she just squeezed my arm tighter. And by the time she let go to stand up straight, we found that it was too late.

“Hey,” Ryan said darkly from about twenty feet away. He was coming down the sidewalk from the opposite direction, apparently just returning from class himself.

Dawn immediately let go of me and hurried up to her boyfriend. She tried to keep her voice down but I still heard. “Relax, babe. I’m just holding his arm. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Well if it’s nothing, then why don’t you stop?” he practically growled.

Dawn just looked up at him, no doubt giving the guy the same puppy dog eyes that the twins flashed at me whenever they wanted to get their way. And predictably, the handsome blonde guy softened.

I could get where the guy might be jealous. Heck, if Dawn was my girlfriend, I’m not sure I’d want her being so touchy-feely with anyone but me. On the other hand, I knew for a fact that Dawn and I had kept our word of just being friends and not doing anything sexual together. When I’d broken up with Adrienne and with Paige, Dawn had stayed with Ryan instead of leaving him for me. And when he invited her to live with him this year, she’d moved in.

So for now at least, Ryan took Dawn at her word and simply nodded. Then the two of them headed up the stairs to let themselves inside while I followed after.

Gwen, Robin, and Bert were already there. The beautiful blonde couple had given Gwen a spare key to make their place our new hangout. Dawn and Ryan said their hellos as they entered. I waved as well while putting down my bag. And like she had every day she’d seen me for the past week, Gwen winced when she looked at me and the bruise that was still fading away on my right cheek.

“I’m sorry about Rick,” Gwen said for the umpteenth time.

I waved her off. “No problem.” Then I pointed at the bullet scar on my left cheek and joked, “At least he didn’t try to shoot me. Right?”

Gwen paled and didn’t look amused. Dawn herself looked queasy at the reminder of me getting shot. I resolved not to make that joke again. And looking to change the subject, I asked, “How is Rick these days?”

Gwen sighed. “Still trying to win me back. He actually got some shop to deliver a dozen roses to me in class. Made quite the scene. I don’t get it. Our relationship wasn’t THAT good.”

“Rick’s not thinking of the ‘relationship’,” Robin quipped.

Dawn nodded. “Face it, Gwen. You’re the hottest girl he ever had.”

“You mean the best fuck he ever had,” Robin clarified, causing Gwen to immediately blush and look away in embarrassment.

“Hey, hey, lay off,” I snapped at Robin. The sarcastic brunette just rolled her eyes.

Gwen actually smiled at me in thanks. She was used to Robin giving her a hard time about her sex life, but right now she just wasn’t in the mood.

And then Bert cracked, “Don’t mind Robin. She’s just PMSing.”

Robin immediately glared at her boyfriend and punched him — hard — in the chest.

“Oww!” Bert grimaced and rubbed his chest. But he was grinning and as I glanced back at Robin, I found that oddly enough, she was grinning as well.

“Then you’d better take me home before Aunt Flo comes to visit,” Robin giggled, a naughty grin on her face. Bert’s eyes popped open and he grinned knowingly as well.

I shook my head and chuckled wryly. With my separation from DJ, Adrienne’s issues with Grace, Ryan’s little jealousies, Rick’s futile pursuit of Gwen, and the abject failure of Brandi and Matt, strangely enough, Bert and Robin seemed to be the happiest couple around.

The house was quiet on Thursday night when I returned home. It was a stark contrast to last year, when the combined groups of both my crew and Brandi’s and Dayna’s friends practically lived there from 2pm to 10pm, if not later. But with Dayna spending most of her time at her boyfriend Kevin’s place, and Brandi and Matt having their breakup, the Seniors had relocated to another house not too far away where Kerri Trainor, Julie Carpenter, Ashley Tran, and Erica Jackson were splitting the rent. Plus, with my crew hanging out at Dawn’s and Ryan’s apartment, my own house had become a ghost town.

Tonight the house was even more deserted. Dayna was once again with Kevin. Brandi was out working on a project. And like most evenings, Adrienne was with her sorority. I quite literally had the entire house to myself, and as I trudged into my bedroom with a sack of fast-food grease, I ruminated on how I’d come to feel so alone.

I used to feel like there were TOO many people around. When dating a girl as gorgeous as Adrienne, I felt like spending every moment of every day in bed worshipping the lush curves of her naked body. But the way the house was NOT soundproofed, we’d mostly had to limit ourselves to our daily midnight screwings before falling asleep, with the occasional morning romp thrown in. There were just too many people in the house during the intervening hours. And most of my playtimes with Brandi and Dayna had been on the weekends.

Things hadn’t changed all THAT much when I’d started dating Paige as well. And since I always had the presence of one or the other girlfriend, I never once felt truly lonely. If anything, I felt slightly smothered.

I had loved my girlfriends. I’d absolutely adored Adrienne and I’d really, really enjoyed spending time with Paige. But sometimes, a guy just wanted to be alone, you know? Bad day at class, some minor frustration, whatever. You go to your room and shut the door, right? Well, how do you do that when there’s somebody IN your room? And it wasn’t like I could ask Adrienne or Paige to leave. Both girls would know I was feeling grumpy and they’d offer to help. Sometimes, a blowjob was EXACTLY what I needed. If not that, a willing shoulder to lean on ... Well, maybe not the shoulder.

But anyways, there were times when I didn’t even want the blowjob or anything. I’d just wanted to be alone, to have things quiet for a few minutes, you know? But I couldn’t ask my girlfriends to leave.

On the flip side, sometimes Adrienne or Paige had needed privacy. Paige would just go to her dorm room, problem solved. But Adrienne could never ask me to leave if she’d needed the space, either. I wouldn’t realize this until it was too late, and by then my girlfriend’s mood had already fouled. And more often than not, she didn’t want me to leave, she wanted me to LISTEN.

Hell, if I was in the middle of a chapter or whatever, the LAST thing I wanted to do was listen to my girlfriend vent. I would, of course. I AM a good boyfriend. But if I’d had my own room and I was studying with the door closed, then maybe, just maybe, Adrienne would have gone to Dawn or Brandi or Dayna or whoever to talk it out, instead of coming to me.

That was then. But today ... right now ... I would have given my left nut to have Adrienne or Paige come banging down my door, wanting to vent about their day. I felt THAT lonely. Well, maybe not the left nut. I liked my left nut. It had been doing a very good job for me. Maybe my left pinkie toe. I could live without that.

Of course, I might be feeling better if I’d gotten laid in the last 72-hours. I am a sexual creature after all. Adrienne and I hadn’t boinked since she came to me on Monday, needing what turned out to be a sympathy fuck after her “cooling off” discussion with Grace. And Brandi and I had yet to find the time. Thursday nights had become our regular stress-relief session, but this project had come up. And of course, I wouldn’t actually be with DJ tomorrow this week, having to wait until Saturday night after her SATs. The fact was: it was lonelier not knowing the next time I’d get laid after what felt like years of getting more pussy than I could handle.

I sighed and stared at the ceiling, my sack of fast-food grease momentarily forgotten. All around me was the sound ... of silence. Just dead air, and the creaking sounds of an old house settling in the rapidly cooling weather.

I needed to get laid. I needed my girlfriend. I missed DJ.

Maybe she wouldn’t mind if I drove down to visit?

But then maybe she would. Already, I’d seen the energizer-bunny of a hot blonde girl get more and more tired as the months rolled on. Papers were piling on top of midterms, which were piling on top of her SAT preparations. She already had a decent score from the previous Spring, but she was on the cusp of not getting accepted to Cal and the pressure to improve was simply EVERYWHERE.

Her parents expected her to get in, pure and simple. Her siblings expected her to get in. And I’m sorry to say, I expected her to get in and join me. For DJ, to not get in would be a monumental failure of epic proportions.

DJ had already given up most of her social life, keeping in touch with only her closest friends and not going out on school nights. She’d already given up her weekends to spend time with me. Yeah, we spent a lot of our time with stress-relief fucking, but I also knew DJ was putting pressure on herself to “make up” the lost time in our relationship, cramming a week’s worth of boyfriend/girlfriend-bonding into only a couple of nights. That meant she wasn’t spending nearly enough of her weekend time with her friends, which had to put even more stress on her.

I owed it to DJ not to burden her with anything more. She had her life to live in High School. She had her studies to deal with. The least I could do was not become a needy boyfriend just because I felt a little lonely.

So in the end I just rolled over and sent her a quick text: Thnkn of U kiddo. Luv U and Mss U. TTYL.

Then I dropped the phone onto the nightstand and rolled onto my back again.

I stared at the ceiling.

All alone.

And then my phone lit up, the ringtone blaring. It wasn’t a text message; I had my cell phone just set to chime if one of those came through. This was an actual call.

For a second I thought DJ did have time for me, and was calling me back to chat and fill my evening with love and brightness. I eagerly snatched up the phone and glanced at the screen just as my brain finally recognized the ringtone. It wasn’t DJ. It was Adrienne. And I felt no less happy that someone was calling me.

“Adrienne! Hey!” I said brightly.

“Hiii, Tiger,” came the sweet voice that had filled my dreams for years now. Behind her was quite a bit of inaudible chatter, most likely from the other sorority sisters Adrienne was hanging out with.

“What’s up?” I asked perkily.

“You sound happy. Got a girl there with you?” she laughed.

“Naw, only me. I’m just happy you called,” I said sincerely, and I knew she could tell I meant it as well.

“That’s sweet. Anyways, I’m calling because I need a last-minute favor.”

“Anything.”

She giggled. “Figured. No really. Uh, do you still have that Prince Phillip costume from last year?”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “The Prince Charming costume? From Sleeping Beauty? Uh, yeah ... Somewhere...”

“Can you be my date tomorrow night? We’re having a Halloween party and I’m suddenly dateless.” Adrienne’s voice trailed off, clearly not too happy with the turn of events.

“What happen? Grace not going anymore?”

“Uh, no.” I heard a muffling as Adrienne turned away from the crowd and probably cupped her hand over her mouth. “She’s going, but she’s bringing a guy. You remember what I said about lesbians? Well, she promises me that we’re still together. But she doesn’t want people to get the wrong idea if we show up as each other’s date.”

“Wrong idea?” I arched an eyebrow. “Isn’t that exactly the right idea?”

Adrienne sighed. “Tell me about it. Anyways, please?”

“Adrienne, you already know I’m going to say ‘yes’. Of course I’ll be there for you.” I grinned as I said it, and I’m sure she could hear it in my voice.

“Great! Meet me back at the house at six tomorrow! I love you, Ben.”

I smiled happily. “I love you, too.”

“It’s too bad the party had to be today. Since you weren’t going to DJ’s, I had something special planned for you tonight.” Brandi said seductively from my bed, where she was watching me get into my costume. My beautiful sister was wearing a long-sleeved sleep shirt that had a wide-scooped neckline, one side hanging loose to bare her left shoulder. Her bottoms were cutoff sweats, torn short enough to reveal the lower curves of her perfect buttcheeks. And her dark brown hair was pulled back and clipped up while she propped up her chin with both hands, a saucy grin on her face.

Even though she was fully clothed, Brandi looked so alluringly sexy that I thought about jumping her right then and there. Even the solitary bare shoulder stirred my lustful imagination.

Or maybe I was just horny after not getting off in FAR too long. By now, the time elapsed since last getting laid was approaching 96-hours, and would have been even longer if it weren’t for my one encounter with Adrienne on Monday.

“Well, today IS Halloween. Hence the ‘Halloween Party’,” I drawled with a smirk, looking back at the mirror as I adjusted the costume. And then I let my lust creep into my voice as I added, “Besides, we still have tomorrow since I’m not heading down to DJ’s.”

Brandi giggled and then abruptly stopped, biting her lip. “Uh, Ben? About that.”

Something in her voice made me turn around in concern.

“I talked to Matt today.”

My eyebrows shot up and I automatically leaned back against the dresser, which was holding up the mirror I was using. My heartbeat had spiked hearing Matt’s name, and I found myself desperately curious to know what had happened.

“He agreed to meet me tomorrow,” Brandi explained.

“What, like a date?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Kinda.” Brandi nodded. “I mean, it’s a Saturday. We’re going to go to lunch. We’ll talk. And I don’t know what’s going to happen after that.”

I quickly moved back to my bed and sat down beside my sister, reaching out to stroke her back. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah ... yeah, I’m fine,” she replied, sounding anything but ‘fine’. “This was my idea. I’ve been trying to get him to sit down and talk with me forever.”

“But you’re nervous.”

“Of course. Wouldn’t you be?”

I sighed and kept stroking her. “Is there anything I can do for you? Do you want me to skip the party? I can totally stay here.”

Brandi rolled up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “No, it’s okay. Really. I was gonna fuck your brains out tonight, but it’s not like I need to. Right now, just hugging like this is good enough for me.”

“You sure?”

“Of course. I couldn’t steal you from Adrienne, anyways. She needs you tonight, too.”

I sighed, feeling caught between the needs of my two sisters.

Brandi just squeezed me a little tighter. “I mean it. Go. I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Just ... lemme hug you for a little bit longer.”

“Okay.”

Brandi got her fill of hugs just as Adrienne emerged from her bedroom, stunningly gorgeous as usual, although in a rated-G sort of way. Her pink Princess Aurora gown was just as beautiful as it had been the previous year, and since I’d just been fantasizing about Brandi’s bare shoulder, the way Adrienne’s dress left both shoulders bare was causing quite the stirring in my shorts.

Thankfully, my own Prince Phillip tunic had what amounted to a short skirt over the crotch, which I hoped would hide my erection nicely.

“Ready to go?” Adrienne beamed.

I simply stepped forward, took her hand, and kissed the back of it while bowing low. “You are exquisite, my Princess,” I said theatrically.

Adrienne just giggled and tugged me upward, pulling me to her for a chaste kiss. “Let’s go.”

I sighed at the touch of Adrienne’s lips against mine, still feeling quite horny. But this wasn’t a time for sex. Yeah, I was missing a night with Brandi and we probably wouldn’t be able to make up for it tomorrow. But I would be with DJ again tomorrow night and I was positive my little blonde nymphomaniac would be eager for the both of us to blow off some steam. I could last until then if I had to.

So I let my stunningly gorgeous date wrap herself around my arm while Brandi led us out of the house and headed for the Mustang. It wasn’t that far to the Tri-Delt Chapter House on Warring Street, but Brandi had offered to drive us the several blocks over so that Adrienne wouldn’t have to walk that far in her heels.

On the way to the car, my cell phone went off. It took me a second to remember where the pockets were on my costume, and since I recognized the ringtone as DJ’s I was scrambling extra fast.

“Hello?” I said breathlessly.

“Hi, honey,” DJ said softly, but with a trace of hesitance in her voice. “You at that Halloween party yet?”

“No. We’re just leaving. What’s wrong?” I immediately asked.

“Nothing, nothing,” she replied in way that did nothing to reassure me. Clearly, something was bothering her. “It’s just, uh... , you know, I probably shouldn’t even ask this of you.”

“No, really. What’s up?”

“It’s about this weekend,” DJ said apologetically. “Would ... uh, would you mind not coming down?”

I stopped dead in my tracks, causing Adrienne and Brandi to turn and look at me in surprise. “Huh?”

“I know you’ve been looking forward to it. But my friends invited me to go out with them tomorrow afternoon after the SATs. And then on Sunday they’re planning another get-together at Shawn Preston’s house. I really want to go.”

“Oh, okay...” I started morosely.

“Oh, you’re upset!” DJ whined.

“No, no!” I quickly interjected. “I mean, of course I’d love to be with you. But I know how little time you’ve had to spend with your friends. The parties sound great.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” I said reassuringly, hiding my disappointment. I WAS pretty horny. “I take up too much of your time as it is.”

“No, you don’t. I don’t see enough of you, honey,” DJ insisted.

“That’s okay. I’m okay, really. You deserve this after all the hard work and studying you’ve been doing. I’m serious. Go have fun.”

“You sure you’ll be okay without me this weekend?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise,” DJ giggled with a sultry innuendo. “Nail Brandi extra hard for me, okay?”

I nodded. Now wasn’t the time to tell DJ that Brandi had an outside shot of reuniting with Matt this weekend. “Sure thing.”

“Bye, honey,” DJ sighed wistfully. “Enjoy the party tonight. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

And then we hung up.

“Wooo!!!”

“Wooo!!!”

“WOOO!!!”

There are few things in this life more entertaining than some 80+ beautiful sorority girls screaming enthusiastically. Not all of them were screaming at the same time, but the house was absolutely packed with hot babes looking for a good time. Some 60 of them were full Tri-Delt members. Another 23 were pledges, hoping to earn the right to join.

The pledges, identifiable by their prominently displayed pledge pins, seemed to be the ones doing the most whooping ... AND the most flirting. And with only about 50 guys around, the ratio was definitely in my favor.

That ratio suddenly shifted when Adrienne left me to join the other pledges in filing into the Chapter room; a snooty, brunette Senior sorority sister had called them in for some instruction or ritual or something. But despite the loss of the 23 pledges, I was suddenly surrounded by more girls than before as the rest of the hot sorority babes descended upon us guys.

I quickly found myself in a flirtatious conversation with a couple of them, a world of innuendo in their voices. And then a third sexy babe was next to me, edging in as well. With three girls to flirt with, I didn’t even notice ten minutes later when the pledges all returned.

“Hiii, Prince Charming,” a familiar voice suddenly said from my left, interrupting my conversation. I turned and my eyes popped open in surprise to see Misty Madsen, Grace’s roommate and still close friend. The 5’8” slender brunette with smoky-gray eyes was dressed as an Airline Stewardess from the 50s, albeit a sexy-costume version of the uniform. The powder blue dress had a scooped neckline to show off her tits and a white necktie that drew one’s attention down into her cleavage, her Tri-Delt pledge pin attached to the left lapel. The dress hem ended just barely below her ass, and the cute hat on top made the whole ensemble quite kinkily erotic.

My eyes yo-yoed down to her tits before flashing back up to her face. Misty just grinned and said, ”I’ve already told you: If I didn’t want you staring, I wouldn’t have worn this outfit.”

I just grinned and dropped my eyes, taking the time to ogle every inch of exposed titflesh before scrutinizing the dress itself, looking for any signs of a bra. There weren’t any, and right before my eyes I saw the pebbly bumps of her nipples expand and begin to push out the fabric.

“Aww, c’mon, Misty. Don’t hog all the good-looking ones,” a new voice rang out from the side. I turned to see a pretty Indian girl, dressed in a Princess Jasmine from Aladdin costume, sidling up to us. Her pledge pin was right at the fastening between her two big, round breasts. “After all, between the two of us, I’m the Disney Princess.”

I swept my eyes up and down this new beautiful girl, relishing the sight of her bare shoulders and skimpy blue top. Disney’s animators really knew what they were doing with this costume. And with a smile, I replied, “Well then. It only seems appropriate that you dance with me next.”

Her dark eyes glittered and she moved closer in to me, but Misty pulled me back and barked, “Back off, Lakhi. I’ve got dibs on this one.”

“Dibs? There’re no dibs tonight, sister,” the other girl giggled, sending her big tits to wobbling in the strapless pale blue top of her costume. Despite her words, the dark-haired babe nodded and backed away, but not before fixing me with a saucy grin and saying, “I’ll be waiting for that dance, stud.”

Princess Jasmine twirled away and I realized that another guy was now entertaining the first three girls that had come up to me. No matter, because Misty started tugging me toward the kitchen. “C’mon, Big Ben. Buy me a drink.”

I chuckled, knowing full well that drinks were free. I let her lead me to the kitchen where we grabbed some cups and I poured us a couple of beers. Then taking a sip from mine, I hoisted it in the direction from where we came and asked, “What did she mean by ‘no dibs tonight’? There seemed to be more to it than just the usual ‘girls being territorial’.”

Misty’s smoky-gray eyes flashed for a moment. “Oh, nothing...” She giggled mysteriously and clutched herself a little closer to my arm. “C’mon. Let’s go dance.”

I spent the next hour and a half with Misty by my side. While we’d never been close friends, we’d definitely been casual acquaintances all through Adrienne’s romance with Grace. And the conversation flowed easily between us as if we’d been friends forever.

Of course, I didn’t only spend that time with Misty. Not with a house full of sorority girls who seemed to really, really want to get to know me.

One such girl was Lakhi, the Princess Jasmine who did come around to collect on her promised dance ... three times. I’m not sure if she had a drop of alcohol, but the girl was certainly giggly and flirty and forward. Comments like, “I’d love to let you take me to a whole new world” just didn’t leave much doubt as to what her intentions were.

And she wasn’t the only one. Jocelyn was a slender Filipina girl with a pretty face, great legs, and a French Maid outfit designed to induce boners, her pledge pin attached to a white lapel. She managed to find a dance with me while Christina Aguilera’s “Dirrty” was playing, and the sexy babe ground herself against me while singing along, showing off a beautiful voice that fit right in with the noise of the party. “Sweat drippin over my body // Dancing getting just a little naughty // Wanna get dirrty!”

Jocelyn was staring right into my eyes while singing this. And if looks could move, she’d have crawled inside my skin a long time ago.

I was in a boy’s paradise. I was surrounded by eye candy of the highest quality, with hot babes absolutely everywhere. Even beyond the beautiful creatures flocking directly to me, there were babes sashaying around, wiggling tight asses and prominent busts in skimpy costumes for my viewing pleasure. There was the stereotypical naughty nurse and the sexy cat. I saw a Princess Leia gold bikini. And there was even a green-painted Orion girl.

But one girl who really caught my attention was the butterfly. Seriously, she was a butterfly. Big, translucent wings were mounted to the back of what seemed to be a skimpy bikini, showing off her big tits and tiny, tiny waist. The girl was tall; in her heels definitely taller than me. Her hair was strawberry-blonde and piled up to surround a set of colorful costume antennae. And she had the angular, pretty face of a fashion model: tiny, pointed nose; sharp cheekbones; and big almond eyes that tilted upwards at the corners. I don’t know if I’d say she was as pretty as Adrienne or Dawn, but there was definitely something uniquely sexy about her face.

There was one time when she looked directly at me that make me freeze, unable to do anything but stare right back. Her irises were a brilliant green, bewitching in their intensity and surrounded by a striking mélange of multi-colored eyeshadow and other makeup to enhance the butterfly motif. She had the definition of bedroom eyes, and right in that moment I knew that I just HAD to have her.

After such an intense look, the butterfly turned and moved on, gliding across the room imperiously as if hunting for a perfect flower on which to land. Adrienne passed by in the other direction and I quickly reached out to take her arm. “Hey, who is that?” I asked while keeping my eyes riveted to the butterfly.

Adrienne turned to follow my gaze and then smirked. “That’s Cadence, another pledge. She’s really, really picky. Guys have been trying all semester to land her. So far none have succeeded.”

I arched an eyebrow at my adoptive sister. “That a challenge?”

Adrienne chuckled. “By all means, go for it. Especially tonight.”

There was something in Adrienne’s voice and I turned to her, asking, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

My gorgeous blonde grinned at me. “Nevermind. Not supposed to talk about it.” She moved along and I turned to look for the butterfly. But despite the big wings on her back, I couldn’t see her anymore. Perhaps she’d gone out to the back patio.

I started hunting around just a bit, but then Misty returned to me and quickly latched onto my arm. “Hey, miss me?” She petted my arm and I was quick to slide it around her waist.

“Always,” I smiled at the slender brunette. And then we continued on. But I didn’t quite get the butterfly out of my head.

Still, I was wondering what Adrienne had meant about tonight being special and her not being allowed to talk about it. So I found myself in observation mode. Just like any party, girls flirted with me and I was happy to flirt back. But during this hour and a half, I began to notice that there was something more going on than the usual socialization. I didn’t know if it was because the women were sorority girls, but they definitely seemed more aggressive than normal. Almost every sister, and certainly all the pledges, appeared to be on the prowl, even Adrienne.

At first, I felt just a little jealous watching Adrienne flirting with other guys. After all, I was her date. Plus, if she was supposedly mostly lesbian, and guys didn’t really turn her on, why was she hunting for dick? Surely she knew she could use mine whenever the hell she wanted. But I tamped down on the spark of jealousy whenever it flared up. Adrienne had every right to live a life of her own, the same as any of my other sisters. And since we were no longer together, it wasn’t my place to interfere. If I thought she needed protecting, that was one thing, but I couldn’t interfere just because I wanted her to myself.

Not only was almost every girl on the prowl, but they were pretty vicious about it. More than once, I saw a guy starting to get pretty cozy with one of the girls, only to get dragged away by another girl or otherwise “stolen” by someone else aggressively pursuing him. It was as if there was a competition of sorts going on, a flirting competition. And even with Misty almost perpetually next to me, her fellow pledges and Tri-Delt sisters seemed to have no moral compunctions against trying to lure me away.

I didn’t really mind being lured, either. Many, many times throughout the night, a hot babe in a sexy costume would come up to me and ask for a dance. Even though I wasn’t WITH her or anything, I looked to Misty for permission the first couple of times. And while she seemed a little reluctant, she always waved me on.

As the party went on, I found that three of the girls seemed to always come back to me: Lakhi, the Indian pledge in the Princess Jasmine costume; Jocelyn, the Filipina pledge in a French Maid costume; and Bridget, a Senior sister in a Playboy Bunny costume. Those three other girls flirted with me outrageously, dropping hints and sexual innuendoes left and right. But the fact that they were each also flirting with a few other guys kept me from feeling too overwhelmed.

Only Misty stayed almost permanently by my side. It was as if she’d staked her claim on me, even though we both knew I had a girlfriend. I figured it was because she knew me and felt comfortable around me. She enjoyed the flirting, but it’s not like we were going to hook up and have sex or anything; we were just friends. I was a safe companion she could spend the evening with, and perhaps carry out her flirting competition duties with. And at the end of the night, we would go our separate ways.

That concept started shrinking like a leaky balloon though after a dance I had with Bridget. The Senior sister was a pretty bottle-blonde with big tits and nice curves. She had been grinding up against me during our dances, humping herself on top of my thigh or turning around and rubbing her ass against the bulge in my pants. I had been perpetually horny since well before I even came to the party; and dancing with girls like Bridget ensured I wasn’t going to go soft anytime soon.

But at the end of our fourth dance, the sultry Senior reached up to wrap her arms around my neck, moving her face in close to me. Her nose rubbed against my chin and we were both breathing heavily from the exertion and from arousal. And ever so gently, she tilted her head and moved her lips to mine for a kiss.

Instinctively, I moved in to press my lips to hers. It would feel so gooood. But just before we met, I jerked my head away. Yeah, I was horny; but I didn’t need this. I didn’t need another casual hookup with a near-stranger, not when I had a girlfriend like DJ who loved me and a sister like Brandi who adored me intimately. And even if Bridget wasn’t looking for sex, I didn’t need a kiss, either.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled from less than an inch away.

“Not interested?” Bridget whimpered pleadingly. Her eyes were big and bright in my face, her lips puckered. She was sexy and desirable and she knew it.

“Oh, I’m interested,” I groaned and shifted my weight forward. My erection pressed against her belly where I was sure she could feel it. “But I don’t even know you.”

“So? Isn’t that part of the fun?”

“I’ve got a girlfriend,” I said seriously. “I’m sorry, but she means more to me than this.”

Bridget furrowed her eyebrows. “I thought you came with Adrienne.”

I nodded, pulling my face away from hers and pulling my erection away from her belly. “I did. She’s my ex. We’re still friends. My girlfriend doesn’t go to school here.”

Bridget blinked and then sighed, nodding. “Fair enough.” Then before I could pull away, she got up on her tiptoes and stole a kiss from my lips anyways.

My eyebrows went up and she giggled cutely. “I at least had to have that. You’re delicious.” And then she took my hand and led me off the dance floor over to where Misty was standing by herself.

“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket,” Bridget warned Misty mysteriously. “This one seems like a monogamist.” And then the Senior bottle-blonde turned, copping a feel of my bulge before sashaying away.

Frowning in confusion, I arched an eyebrow at Misty. “The heck did she mean by that?”

Misty bit her lip nervously and sighed, her shoulders slumping. Then she wrapped herself around my left arm, looked up at me, and asked in a deadly serious voice, without any seduction, “Will you go upstairs with me? I think we need to talk.”

I followed Misty up to the second floor and to one of the bedrooms. There was a whiteboard mounted to the outside of the door, and what looked like a simplified version of the three-Deltas pledge logo marked on the outside. Before we went in, Misty grabbed one of the pens and quickly wrote her initials “MM” below the logo. And then with a darting glance up and down the hall, she pulled me inside.

I was on alert, being dragged alone into a bedroom with a girl who wasn’t my girlfriend or one of my sisters. But Misty made no immediate moves of seduction and simply crossed over to the bed, turning and sitting down heavily onto it. “Can you close the door?” she asked.

Nodding, I turned and closed the door, but didn’t lock it. I looked around and realized that this wasn’t Misty’s bedroom. After all, she was living in an apartment with Grace Choi elsewhere. The photos on the walls and flat surfaces were that of other sorority members. And as I realized that Misty had not taken me into her own bedroom, I started to relax. It really did seem like she just wanted to talk to me about something. What it was, I didn’t know. And why me, I had no clue.

When I looked over to her, the pretty brunette simply leaned back on the bed and patted the seat beside her. “I need to ask you something.”

Feeling relaxed by her casual demeanor, I moved to sit beside her; and when my ass hit the mattress, she reached out and took one of my hands in hers. For a few seconds, she simply stared at my hand, holding it firmly as she gathered herself together. Clearly, she was working up her courage, and she even took a sip from the beer cup she’d been carrying with her all this time.

Then without warning, Misty grabbed my head and gave me a searingly passionate kiss.

As always, my body reacted to the attention of a pretty girl before my brain did. My lips pressed back and parted to allow the entry of her tongue. My dick stood up in salute. And a moan escaped my throat and I tilted my head to get a better angle.

As it turned out, my brain was even more sluggish than normal because of the number of beers I’d already consumed. And we kissed for a good few seconds before reason reasserted itself and I pulled away. “Wait-wait-wait...” I stammered, looking down and holding my hand up.

“Please,” Misty groaned and tried to kiss me again. But I managed to get a hand between us and pouting, she finally backed up. “Sorry. I’m sorry.”

“No, uh, it’s okay,” I said, not wanting Misty to feel bad. I was used to girls throwing themselves at me.

Misty just took a deep breath and asked, “Do you love your girlfriend?”

I arched an eyebrow in surprise at the question. But looking Misty dead in the eye, I answered, “Yes, I do.”

“Do you have the kind of relationship with her that you did with Adrienne?”

I frowned, not quite understanding. “What do you mean?”

“I mean: do you guys have a pretty open relationship? Would she be okay with it if you slept with me?” Misty leaned forward, her eyes shining as she made clear that she would very much like to sleep with me.

“Well ... uh... ,” I stammered, staring back into Misty’s lust-filled gaze.

“I just sort of assumed when you arrived that you were fair game,” Misty said, searching my eyes. “And when this pledge task came down, I knew I wanted to do it with you more than anyone else. But if your girlfriend wouldn’t be okay with it, then I won’t do this. I’m not that kind of girl.”

My eyebrows furrowed as her words started to percolate into my brain. “Wait, what? Pledge task?”

Misty’s eyes popped open and she slapped a hand over her mouth, as if that would somehow undo what she’d already said.

“Misty? What’s going on?” I asked insistently, gripping her hands in mine.

The pretty brunette bit her lip nervously and her smoky-gray eyes clicked left and right in mine. They were a little unfocused from the number of beers she’d consumed. And she crooked her mouth to the side while trying to figure out just what to do.

But a few seconds later, she took a deep breath and canted her head. “Right after the party started, our Pledge Mistress pulled us all into the Chapter room. You remember that?”

I nodded, not yet sure where she was going with this. But I did remember when Adrienne and the other pledges were ushered into a separate room back at the beginning of the party.

“Well, we were all given a pledge task to complete tonight. We don’t have to participate, but it’s a way of getting pledge points.”

I looked at her like she was speaking Martian.

Misty sighed and explained, “Pledge points determine our status and whether we get invited to join or not at the end of the semester. Even if we all get invited, we also get ranked by our points, and the highest get extra status going into the following years. Status is a big deal to us girls.”

I started following, and arching an eyebrow, I asked, “So what is your task?”

Misty bit her lip and looked at me seriously. “Seduce another pledge’s date.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”

Misty nodded. “They didn’t tell us the exact scoring system, but we get points for seducing one of you. We get bonus points if we can keep you overnight. And it all gets multiplied by a hotness factor. I already know the sisters rate you very highly. So if you spend the night with me, I’ll probably get more points than any other pledge.”

My eyes were wide. “You want...” I began in disbelief. “You want to have SEX with me ... for ... for points?”

Misty’s eyes were wide open and she shook her head, a look of innocent honesty on her face. “Actually, no. I want to have sex with you because I WANT to have sex with you. Ever since last year, when you were dating Adrienne and you fucked ... uh ... I’m not supposed to talk about that.” Misty quickly shut up. But her eyes almost immediately perked back up. “I kept hearing about the Big Ben experience. And Adrienne was so open in your relationship. If I didn’t have a boyfriend, I totally would have wanted to hook up with you. Just once, at least.”

I was blinking fast, trying to process this all. And Misty just kept going. “And only pledge dates are allowed. We don’t get anything for scoring with one of the other guys. And just to make things even harder, the sisters themselves are providing competition. So there’re only fifteen guys in the field since some of the pledges didn’t bring dates and other pledges declared their boyfriends off-limits. Even among the fifteen, some of those guys just aren’t appealing. You’re a prime target.”

As if to punctuate her point, we heard an erotic moan drift through from one of the bedrooms next door. I would have bet my life savings that the whiteboard on that door had the pledge logo on it with some other girl’s initials scrawled beneath.

I still couldn’t wrap my head around being a ... target ... Frowning, I asked, “So I’m just a piece of meat to be seduced and then thrown away?”

“Ben, please. Don’t take this the wrong way. I like you. I always liked you. But first I had a boyfriend I wanted to stay loyal to. I told you, I’m not into cheating. And even when I broke up with my boyfriend, you had all that drama with Grace and Adrienne and everything. And then this year, we just haven’t seen much of each other.” Misty grabbed my hands and squeezed them, leaning forward so that her eyes were big and wide and right in front of me. “I was thrilled when Adrienne brought you as her date. Even without the pledge task, it’s been a while for me and I really, really want to get laid. I would have been hitting on you even if it wasn’t for the pledge thing. That’s why I spent the entire night with you, putting all my eggs in one basket, as Bridget put it.”

I blinked. “Then why did you tell me about the task? Surely you had to have an idea it might turn me off.”

Misty winced. “I didn’t mean to tell you about that. It just kinda slipped out. I got a little flustered when Bridget tried to kiss you and you turned her down. She told me she thought you were a monogamist, and that’s when it occurred to me for the first time that you and your new girlfriend might not be as open as you and Adrienne were. That’s why I brought you up here to talk. The last thing I wanted to do was make you cheat on your girlfriend.”

My eyebrows went up and then my shoulders slumped. “I see.”

“I’m so sorry about this,” Misty waved. “I just wanted to have a good time tonight. I never thought it would get this out of hand.”

“That’s okay. It’s not your fault,” I reassured her and rubbed her back.

Misty sagged against my arm and leaned her shoulder into me. She rolled her eyes up to mine, looking at me with such need and such desire in her smoky-gray irises. “I just ... I want you, Ben. I still want you.” Her hand reached out and slid over the bulge in my pants, a bulge that never entirely went away. “I put all my eggs in one basket because you’re the only one I want. It’s been such a long time for me, and if it’s okay with you and your girlfriend, I thought we might make each other happy tonight.”

“Ohhh...” I groaned as my cock surged with the husky tone in Misty’s voice, as well as the sensation of her hands wrapping around the iron bar trying to get out of my pants. This wasn’t the same as Bridget propositioning me. Misty was a friend of sorts, more to me than just a stranger. If we did fuck, it wouldn’t just be a soulless encounter. That wasn’t so bad, was it? My face tilted down, bringing my lips just millimeters away from hers.

“Please?” Misty asked, her nose rubbing against mine, her eyes bright and open just millimeters away. She was beautiful and seductive as she looked at me with such longing on her pretty face. Her voice was absolutely dripping with sexual undertones. “Will you show me the Big Ben experience tonight?”

I thought of DJ just once. I pictured her smiling face, urging me on. ’I want you to be happy, ‘ she told me in my mind’s eye.

’I’m gonna keep it in the family, ‘ I replied.

’Whatever. You don’t have to, ‘ DJ said sweetly. ’I’ve already told you straight up that you have my permission to fuck anyone you want up there. I love you. And I know you’ll still love me.’

DJ loved me. And she would know I still loved her. This was exactly what my girlfriend had meant. I hadn’t gotten laid in a long time, and while Brandi and Adrienne were usually there for me to burn off my excess lust until I could get to the weekend, my sisters hadn’t been around for me this time. Plus, I wouldn’t even GET to spend the weekend with DJ. She had her SATs and then her parties with her friends. I couldn’t wait all the way until the following weekend.

’Thank you, honey, ‘ I thought silently to DJ. ’I love you.’ And then I moved my face forward half an inch, capturing Misty’s lips with my own.

The slender brunette moaned happily into our kiss as our tongues speared out to tangle together. Her hand quickly came up to my chest while I knocked the stewardess cap off her head and then started pulling out the bobby pins that restrained her silky, dark locks. She grabbed my wrist and then tugged it to her chest, pushing my hand past her necktie and into the gap of her dress so that I could palm her firm breast and thumb her nipple. And then all of a sudden we were both in too much of a damn hurry to bother with the rest of our clothes.

Two hours of flirting, drinking, and dancing had been more than enough foreplay. I’d danced with more than a dozen girls and gotten really, really frisky with three others. But in the end, it was Misty who had me all alone in a bedroom; and with a victorious growl, she suddenly pushed me over onto my back and yelled out her triumph.

“Oh, gawd,” Misty groaned, her entire body shaking slightly as she attacked my mouth over and again. “I can’t wait. I can’t wait.”

She really couldn’t wait. The horny brunette straddled my waist and ground her crotch against my bulge while doing her best to permanently embed her tongue in my throat. And then her hands were between us, desperately searching for the fasteners on my unusually tight Prince Phillip pants and then hurriedly jerking both them and my boxers down my legs.

She didn’t get very far. She only managed to pull them down to my thighs, exposing my cock and balls but keeping my legs trapped together. No matter, she had the object she desired. And after jerking my cock in her hands a few times to make sure I was hard, Misty yanked the hem of her dress up to her waist, shoved the crotch of her thong panties aside, and dropped her quivering quim onto my shaft.

“Holy SHIT!” Misty threw her head back and shrieked as I penetrated halfway, stretching her exquisitely tight tunnel wider than she’d been expecting. “So fucking BIG!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle proudly. And then Misty was gathering herself and rather violently lunging her entire body down, trying to cram more and more of my meat into her pussy. It took three or four tries, since despite her arousal, she wasn’t that wet just yet. But eventually, the slender brunette managed to get my entire dick inside her body and she let her head loll back as she croaked in exhaustion, “Oh, holy FUCK...”

Panting after the exertion of getting me inside her, Misty stopped then, leaning forward to support herself on her hands while hanging her head down and gasping for air. Her tight pussy muscles squeezed me occasionally, testing the sensation of my thickness inside of her. But for the most part, she was just recovering from that initial entry. “You feel so fucking goood...” Misty groaned.

I grinned. “Misty. You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Legs trapped or not, I took over.

“Please ... please...” Misty begged. “No more ... no more...”

“Just one more,” I growled, still feeling juiced. After all, I’d been building this up for DAYS. Some guys might go weeks without having sex as a matter of their daily lives. Me? The last 96+ hours had already felt like an ETERNITY. And I had a lot of sexual energy to burn off. “Besides, you wanted this,” I chuckled.

Misty whimpered with tears running down her eyes as I continued hammering her light body from behind. The slender brunette was 5’8”, but was probably less than 130 pounds. She’d already had more orgasms in one night than ever in her life. She’d already been fucked so many times and in so many positions that her body didn’t know which direction was right-side up. And she was helpless to resist as my every thrust banged her body forward and against the pile of pillows she was clutching as if her life depended on it.

She flailed around with her feet, trying to dig into something to hold onto, but her toes were still covered by her stiletto heels, the slick material doing nothing to help her maintain her position. Actually, Misty was still wearing almost all of her Halloween costume. Did I forget to mention that? We’d gotten rid of her cap and the pins in her hair before we got started. But even after several dozens of Misty’s orgasms and a couple of breaks for mine, she’d never had the time or energy to remove the rest of her outfit. The hem of the dress had been bunched around her waist for the past hour, along with the remnants of her thong. I’d gotten tired of dragging the crotch out of the way to gain access to her pretty pussy, so I’d simply snapped the thing. And up top, she only had one arm still through a sleeve of the dress, the other end pulled low and hanging loosely around her side so that I could grip her firm breasts as a handhold while I’d fucked her.

“Please, Ben,” Misty whimpered. “I’m exhausted.”

“You’ll thank me in the morning,” I promised. “Just like Lakhi.”

Oh, did I forget to mention Lakhi? The pretty Indian girl with the nice rack had shown up shortly after Misty and I had finished our first round of fucking. I’m not sure whether Lakhi entered the room before or after Misty threw her head back and screamed her second climax while I squeezed her tits and filled her pretty pussy with a huge load of stored-up cum. But Lakhi was certainly there when Misty toppled off me and flopped onto her back, oozing copious amounts of white cream from her widely-stretched snatch.

“Fuck that’s hot!” Lakhi had enthused, her eyes glassy from drunkenness and arousal. “If I suck you hard again, will you do that to me?”

Drunk on my own power after such a powerful climax, I’d simply remarked, “Suck me hard again, and then suck my cum out of her pussy, and I will.”

Lakhi had immediately jumped to her task. The freshman pledge had shown a distinct lack of skill in giving a blowjob, but she was enthusiastic and things were early enough in the night that I got hard relatively quickly. I then pointed her between Misty’s legs where she dove in with equal enthusiasm. And then while the cute Indian girl noisily slurped out my jism, I’d yanked her harem pants down to her knees and then swiftly entered her from behind, causing her to squeak into Misty’s crotch.

I then spent the next hour switching back and forth between the two Tri-Delt pledges, truly fucking their brains out while ordering them into erotic poses and giving neither of them a chance to breathe. Misty was one of those girls who needed a lot of recovery time between rounds to catch her breath and Lakhi was happy to pick up the extra slack. And even when I needed a few minutes to recover, I kept myself entertained by having the girls pleasure each other.

After the first hour, while I was fucking her and thumbing her asshole at the same time, Lakhi had confessed that she’d never had anal sex before. I promptly ordered Misty to find some lube, which she managed to locate in the resident sister’s dresser drawer.

Lakhi had started shrieking her pretty little head off the second my thick cock invaded her asshole. She’d been thrashing around, pushing herself off the mattress with her arms and legs and flinging her ass back against me like a bucking bronco. Unable to restrain her, I’d yanked her off the bed and dropped her onto the floor, fucking the pretty Indian girl into the carpet until she screamed in orgasm and started thrashing at me again.

“FUUUUUCK! FUCKING FUCK MY ASS!!!” she’d howled at the top of her lungs. If the Pledge Mistress and other senior Sisters were supervising, I wondered what they’d make of all this racket.

That time, I’d pulled Lakhi up and bent her over the dresser, fucking her against it enough to rattle the furniture and make half the decorations on top of it fall down as if in an earthquake. I’d gotten rid of her harem pants a long time ago, but I only then stripped off her pale blue Jasmine top, baring her big titties and gripping them as handholds. But still Lakhi kept bucking herself at the edge of my ability to restrain her.

So I’d pushed her a few feet over to the left and against a bare wall. Finally I managed to press the half-naked girl’s body flat against it while I continued sawing my dick in and out of her ass. At the very end, Lakhi’s body went into convulsions as if she were having an epileptic seizure. And she came so hard that the young girl literally passed out against the wall when it was finished.

I probably should have gently laid her down at that time, but I was too close to my own orgasm. I gave three more powerful thrusts through the loosened asshole of the now unconscious teenager before erupting, blasting my third load of the night into her unresisting rectum. And only after I was done with my jerking and spewing did I pick up her smaller body and carry her gently over to the bed, laying her down as her head lolled limply to the side.

By then, Misty had recovered from her own most recent fuck. She was sitting up on the bed, watching me move Lakhi with her eyes really, really wide. “Ohmigod. Did she pass out?”

I’d smirked and looked down at Lakhi’s lifeless body. “Evidently.”

“Is she okay?”

I’d snorted. “Yeah, she’s fine. Happens all the time.”

Then Misty’s big eyes had locked onto me. “Seriously?”

I’d nodded. “Yeah.”

Misty was biting her lip again. Her face flushed and her hard nipples tightened to diamond points. And in a breathy voice, she’d asked, “Can you do that to me?”

And that’s how we finally got to the present fuck. Since Misty was still wearing her stewardess dress, albeit with destroyed panties, she ducked out of the room and went to the hallway bathroom, returning with a soapy wet hand towel. I settled onto the desk chair and let the pretty brunette clean me up and then work me up to my fourth erection of the night with her mouth. Even though we’d been fucking for hours now, Misty was just as energized as she was at the beginning; and she had an almost manic lust in her eyes as she bobbed her head up and down my shaft.

And then it was time for me to knock her out.

It was an automatic instinct for me by now, to explore and identify a girl’s trigger spots. Every girl has them. It’s a simple matter of biology, the way your leg uncontrollably kicks out when the doctor hits below your knee with that rubber hammer.

And I did it without thinking. Because Misty and I had been fucking for over an hour, I just KNEW that when I pushed down on her L2 vertebra, she would arch her back away from me and put her pussy at a better angle for my cockhead to scrape across her G-spot on every thrust. When I tickled the left side of her neck, she twisted her head to the left which let me push her right cheek down against the pillow, pinning her beneath me. And when I reached around and rubbed her pelvis counter-clockwise for fifteen seconds, it increased the blood flow to her clit so that I could quickly switch down to her love button and forcibly give her a screaming orgasm.

Misty was a marionette. And I had the strings.

She had an orgasm at minute 4 of our final fuck. She had double orgasm at minute 9 and then 9 minutes and thirty seconds. Her fourth came at minute 14. And still I showed no signs of letting up. After all, I’d already cum three times. I could last forever if I wanted to.

Misty’s fifth orgasm came at minute 21. I’d been standing beside the bed, fucking the slender brunette while she lay flat on her back with her ass hanging off the edge and just barely holding on with her ankles crossed behind my ass. Her eyes were unfocused and wobbling in different directions. Every square inch of her skin was covered with sweat. Her arms had been flung well behind her. And the poor girl desperately tried to grab at something... anything ... when that cataclysm swept through her tired and worn body. I think she thought she was face-down as she desperately tried to grab at the sheets.

When that fifth orgasm passed, Misty managed to twist herself until gravity completed her roll. Her upper body dropped onto a pile of pillows, which she now greedily clutched as if her life depended on it. And in a weak, trembling voice, the exhausted and overstimulated teenage girl begged, “Please ... please ... No more ... no more...”

“Just one more,” I growled, as I mounted the bed and then mounted her from behind. I chuckled to myself as I looked beside us. Misty had been sweating so much that there was a silhouette of her body still on the sheets, dark from wetness. And beyond her, Lakhi still slumbered, ignorant of the vibrations transmitting along the mattress.

I returned my attention to Misty, gripping her slender hips firmly in my thick paws to hold her captive as I started hammering away at her worn-out pussy. “Besides, you wanted this,” I chuckled.

“I don’t want it anymore. I can’t take it anymore,” she whimpered, crying softly into the pillows.

“Let go, baby ... Just let go...” I urged as I started the final strokes that would get myself off.

“I ... can’t ... take ... it...” she simpered, each word separated by the meaty slap of my pelvis against her tight ass.

“You’re fighting it. You’re fighting to stay awake. Let go. Just let go.”

“I ... can’t...” Misty panted breathlessly. “I ... AHHH!!!”

Misty shrieked at the unexpected sensation of my finger in her asshole. Her spine arched back and away from the pillows she’d been clutching. And at the same time, my other hand I pressed on that L2 vertebra, shifting her pussy so that my cockhead scraped across her G-spot. And then we both lost it.

“Uggh!” I grunted quietly, too tired myself to muster up a full bellow. My hips jerked as I fired out my final wads of cum, spurting creamy juices into a pussy that had already squirted out more girlcums in one night than ever before.

“Nnnnnggghhhaaaa...” Misty groaned, her voice dying out towards the end at about the same time her cheek collapsed back down onto the pillows. I felt the final spasms of her pussy as her body went through one last orgasm, even if her mind wasn’t aware enough to participate. And then she finally went limp beneath me.

I lay on top of Misty’s lifeless body for a few minutes, just trying to catch my breath. Once I did, I rolled myself to the side and surveyed the carnage. The blankets from the bed were long gone. Stretched out before me was Misty, still clad in her stewardess uniform, buck naked from the waist down and with one boob hanging out. Beyond her was Lakhi, totally naked and curled into a little ball.

Sighing to myself, I got off the bed and retrieved the heavy comforter. And then settling myself between my two well-fucked pledges, I pulled the blanket over the three of us and surrendered to sleep.

Saturday night I was lounging around the house, comfortably relaxing on the couch while watching “Ice Age” on DVD. Once again, I was all alone. Dayna was out with Kevin, per usual. Brandi was still out on her “not-a-date” with Matt; apparently lunch was turning into dinner and beyond. And Adrienne was running around with the sorority. I wondered what gossip about me she would be returning with.

I was only about thirty minutes into the movie when Adrienne came through the door, looking tired and resigned. “It’s official. Grace and I broke up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Adrienne...” I immediately paused the movie and sat up straight.

“You know, it’s okay. I’m cool with it. It’s not like I haven’t been expecting this for a while now.” Adrienne sighed and moved to sit with me on the couch. I scooted myself into a corner and opened my arm to let her snuggle in beside me.

Snuggle Adrienne did. She stretched out her long legs along the length of the couch while pillowing herself against me. She looked at the screen and chirped, “Ooh, I like this movie. That Scrat thing is so cute.”

I smiled and hugged her to me, rubbing Adrienne’s belly while sighing, “Ahhh...” in my best imitation of the prehistoric rodent rubbing its acorn.

Adrienne got the reference and immediately started giggling. She then motioned for me to go ahead and I unpaused the movie. I knew Adrienne would want to vent to me about her failed relationship sooner or later; but for now, I’d wait until she was ready. I’d happily take Adrienne venting over being alone.

Ten minutes later, Adrienne looked up at me and grinned. “You know, I hear you did quite a number on those two poor girls last night.”

Stopping the DVD again, I arched an eyebrow and looked down at Adrienne’s hazel eyes, which were twinkling mirthfully. “Oh, really?”

Adrienne chuckled. “Word is: Misty is still at the sorority house because she’s so exhausted. It’s past dinner time and she still can’t make it back to her own apartment. And Lakhi is walking pretty funny, too.”

I shrugged. “Their own fault for messing with what they didn’t understand.”

Adrienne giggled. “Damn straight. But they got what they wanted. Misty got the most points. The Pledge Mistress didn’t give Lakhi any credit for seducing you, but she still got bonus points for having the gumption to join in.”

“Congratulations to them.”

Adrienne shook her head. “They don’t really give a rat’s ass about the points, Tiger. Both girls wouldn’t shut up about how it was the greatest sex of their lives. And here I’d thought you were retired.”

I shrugged with a grin on my face, staring at the TV but not really watching the movie. I was too busy reliving last night, and I felt myself start to get hard again. Smirking, I then looked back down at Adrienne. “What about you? How many points did you pick up last night?”

That resigned look came over Adrienne again and she sighed. “None.”

“None?”

“Oh, I had this one boy wrapped around my little finger. But when it came down to it, I just didn’t want to go through with it. I told you, guys just don’t really turn me on. And I didn’t want to... defile myself with sex solely for points.”

I winced. “Is that what you girls really think about it? Getting defiled?”

Adrienne smirked. “Relax. Misty and Lakhi would be happy for you defile them again anytime. Actually, I think half the sorority wants you to defile them now, the way those two were bragging about you. And, uh, from the sounds coming out of that room. Did you know there were a dozen sisters camped outside that door?”

“Really?”

Adrienne nodded. “Bridget told me about Misty walking out of there mid-session, still half-dressed, looking both well-fucked and frenzied for more. She went into the bathroom or something to get a wet washcloth. And from the sounds that were coming out after that? The girls will be gossiping about you for a while...”

I rolled my eyes and smirked at the same time. It seemed the Big Ben reputation was alive and kicking, even though High School was long gone.

“You know...” Adrienne drawled, sliding a hand down toward my crotch. “Even though I didn’t want to sleep with the guy, I WAS feeling quite turned on from all the beautiful, nubile girls dancing around last night. And poor little me never got any relief.”

“Oh, really... ?” I drawled, arching an eyebrow down at the gorgeous blonde rubbing herself against my chest.

“Really...” Adrienne husked and curled her hand inward, wrapping her fingers around my growing shaft. “And you don’t know how much of a turn-on it is to hear fifty sorority girls all talking about how well you fuck, and how LONG you fucked them for. So ... Tiger ... do you think you can remind me what the Big Ben experience is all about?”

I grinned and got off the couch, pulling Adrienne with me. “I think I can manage that.”

She laughed as I dragged her away to the bedrooms.

The agony came, but the ecstasy came first. Like a well-oiled machine, Adrienne and I brought each other to multiple orgasms and finished in a sweaty pile of naked limbs. But when we were done, the tears started spilling. Still naked, I curled up behind Adrienne and held her while she poured her heart out over Grace.

We talked for hours, Adrienne venting her frustrations and disappointments well into the early morning. And sometime around 3am, we finally fell asleep spooned together, Adrienne clutching my arm between her breasts.

I awoke with my usual morning hard-on. My eyes were still closed, but I felt Adrienne’s presence before me, and a wave of pure bliss spread across me.

This was heaven.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against Adrienne’s back, feeling nothing between us but bare skin. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming, my arm draped over her torso to hug her against me. My left arm was snaked beneath the pillow to her opposite side, the hand stretching out across the empty space of unused mattress.

It felt a bit like déjà vu. After all, Adrienne and I had woken up in this fashion, and in this bedroom, many a morning throughout last year. But that was last year. This was this year. And we were no longer the romantic couple we used to be.

Adrienne was awake before me, and as she felt me come alive, she twisted onto her back and rolled her hazel eyes up to me. “Morning,” she said sweetly.

“Morning,” I replied warmly.

“Mmm ... I forgot how nice this feels,” she said as she stretched out. And then her hand slid down and over my bulge. “And I forgot how hard you can be in the morning. I thought we wore Big Ben out last night.”

“Nothing a couple of hours can’t cure.”

“Would you like me to take care of him for you?” the stunningly gorgeous blonde asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

“You don’t have to.”

“I know. That’s why I want to.” Adrienne smiled. And then without another word, she slid herself down into the cocooning warmth of the covers, wrapping both hands around my erection and stroking lightly as she put her mouth over the mushroom head.

It didn’t take long. Adrienne blew me with the express intent of getting me off as quickly as possible. And when she moved to wrap her massive mammaries around my shaft and titfuck me, she succeeded in her goal. I actually spurted the first wad into her cleavage before she got her mouth back around me to swallow the rest down.

Adrienne smacked her lips, tasting every bit of my spending before smiling brightly at me and using her fingers to scoop the first wad off her chest and into her mouth. Once she’d cleaned herself off, she crawled back up to lay down on top of my chest. “Did you enjoy that?”

I smiled. “You know I did.”

Adrienne giggled musically. She was radiantly beautiful, and looked so happy, that for a moment I got a little worried.

“Uh, Adrienne?”

“Mm-hmm?”

I took on a look of concern. “What are you feeling right now?”

She blinked twice, furrowing her eyebrows. Ever since camp, we’d developed the sort of subconscious connection that helped us identify the other’s thoughts and emotions. There wasn’t anything supernatural about it; we’d just come to understand the way the other person reasoned and felt. And she sensed my concern now. “You’re worried I might fall in love with you again.”

I nodded.

Adrienne bit her lip and frowned. Her eyes tightened and for a second, she looked worried herself. But then the moment passed and she grinned. “I never would have thought I’d see the day when you were worried I might fall in love with you again.”

I cracked a smile at that. I wouldn’t have thought it either after spending so much of the early summer dreaming of getting back together with her as a romantic couple.

Adrienne sighed. “It would be so easy to fall in love with you again. I want to. I really do. But I know that would be me rebounding this time. I know that’s not what’s best for our future. And I know we’re both better off as siblings than as romantic partners. Besides, it wouldn’t be fair to DJ.”

I nodded.

Adrienne sighed and nodded as well. But an impish gleam came into her eyes as she said, “Just ONE more.” And then she promptly gave me the most passionate nuclear kiss she’d given me in a long time.

I felt like my bones had been radioactively melted down when she was done with me. The kiss had loosened my spine even more than the blowjob had. And I found myself limp on the bed while Adrienne got up and started hunting around for her clothes.

I rolled to the side and watched her get dressed, ogling all the naked goddess I could. Then Adrienne arched an eyebrow at me and said, “Stop staring and start dressing, big brother.”

“’Big brother’? We’re the same age.”

Adrienne shook her head. “You’re two months older than me. So I get to call you big brother.” And she flashed me a dazzling smile.

The ‘big brother’ reference was the final straw in settling the issue. Adrienne and I were NOT getting back together. So I got off the bed to start the day.

With DJ taking her SATs and then spending the weekend hanging out with her friends, I found myself still on campus for the first weekend in a long time. And although I’d spent Saturday recovering from my own Halloween night exertions, I wasn’t sure what to do with myself now.

But fortunately for me, and unfortunately for her, Adrienne also had a free schedule and we promptly decided to spend the rest of the day together. We weren’t getting back together. We would just be brother and sister, sharing some quality time.

We were just about to leave the house on Sunday morning when Brandi returned, still wearing the same clothes she’d been wearing the previous day. Apparently, her “not-a-date” with Matt had gone well, and Adrienne and I quickly went to greet her with hugs and well-wishes.

“Hold it,” Brandi held her hand up. “Not everything is peachy.”

I furrowed my eyebrows and Adrienne looked concerned. Brandi led us to the living room and flopped onto the couch. And then in that way all girls seemingly know how to do, my older sister recapped her night with enough detail that the retelling seemed to take longer than the actual date.

Brandi took us through Matt coming to the house to pick her up and driving them into San Francisco to visit the Museum of Modern Art. Brandi surmised that Matt also wanted to make absolutely sure that no one they knew could possibly be around to overhear them, wherever they turned out to be. Even then, Matt was stiff throughout the day, clearly uncomfortable despite Brandi’s best efforts to engage him in conversation. The pair spent more time awkwardly looking at the art pieces than talking to each other.

But when they were done, Brandi talked Matt into sticking around for dinner in the city. And after dinner, Matt drove them to the old naval station on Treasure Island, the midpoint of the Bay Bridge. From there, they had a nice view of downtown San Francisco at night. And within the confines of the car, they had enough privacy to talk.

Matt told Brandi how much he loved her; how he thought she was an incredibly wonderful person and girlfriend. But he just couldn’t get over his disgust at her incestuous relationship with her brother. He asked how long we’d been fucking, and desperate to win him back, Brandi told him the truth.

Brandi was as bad a liar as I am, and she didn’t even try to cover anything up. When Matt asked if she had been regularly cheating on him with me, she confessed that she was. She tried to explain that it was just an extension of our sibling love for each other, and that it didn’t change the way she felt about him. He wasn’t buying it, labeling the whole affair as cheating from top to bottom and showing great moral outrage over the incest factor as well. In fact, Brandi believed Matt was more upset about the incest than the cheating, as if it would have been better for Brandi to be carrying on an affair with some random other guy instead. After all, he knew Brandi and Dayna were fucking without him around, and he had come to accept that relationship without rancor.

There were lots of tears and lots of shouting in that car. And when the two of them had finally exhausted themselves, Brandi quietly asked Matt to drive her home. They spent the next fifteen minutes in silence as Matt stared straight at the road and Brandi cried softly in the passenger seat.

It was Matt who first proposed the compromise, just as they were getting back to Berkeley. He said he wasn’t sure he could forgive her, but if she was willing to give me up, then he was willing to give their relationship another try.

Brandi paused in her re-telling just then, staring at me with red-rimmed eyes and threatening to tear up again. Knowing that she hadn’t spent the night at home, and from her concerned statement that not everything was “peachy”, I felt my heart thudding into my stomach. I loved my sister. And I loved the nature of our relationship. Would I really have to give her up?

“I’m sorry, Ben,” she apologized. “I made my choice. Please don’t hate me for it.”

Instantly I moved forward and hugged my sister. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed fiercely. And I didn’t realize I was crying until the first hot teardrops landed on my cheeks. “I love you, Brandi. I’ll love you always. No matter what.”

“I love you too, Ben. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay ... It’s okay ... I understand,” I soothed, rubbing her back. “We’ll love other forever, my sister. And we don’t need sex to show it.”

Adrienne then wrapped herself around the two of us. And the three of us just held each other for a long time.

Brandi spent the majority of Sunday with us. She said Matt wanted some extra time to think about everything, to know they weren’t making a hasty decision. Even though they’d agreed to give their relationship another chance, things were still quite fragile and there were no guarantees that they would last.

We hung out together as a family, as three siblings just enjoying each other’s company. There was absolutely no sexual contact for the day. There was no way Brandi could successfully lie to Matt if she fell off the wagon, and Adrienne and I didn’t want to rub anything in Brandi’s face. We all loved each other; and none of us needed sex to show it.

But then Matt called just before dinner, wanting to meet Brandi. Excitedly, our big sister hugged us both and then left. And since it was a very nice fall day and relatively warm for November, Adrienne and I decided to go walking around the campus.

I very rarely just “walked” around the UC Berkeley campus. Most times, I plotted the most efficient routes between point A and point B, trying to get to class — or rendezvous with someone — as fast as possible. But this evening, Adrienne and I just meandered without direction, turning whenever the wind blew us or some random impulse made us feel like turning.

The bells of Sather Tower chimed the hour, and we decided to head for The Campanile. A chipmunk skirted into the bushes by Strawberry Creek, and we turned along a path to follow it. We had nowhere to go, and nothing to do but be with each other. And in each other’s company, Adrienne and I found nothing but happiness and warmth.

I’ve mentioned before how easy it is to run into someone, even on a campus of some 35,000 people. It’s just as easy to disappear into the crowd and NOT see someone for a very, very long time, even though you’re walking the same paths every single day...

... until today.

Adrienne and I were both laughing about something, though I can’t remember what. It really was nothing. But she was wrapped around my arm and nuzzling her nose against my cheek when a shocked voice exclaimed from just ten feet away, “Holy shit! You guys are still together?”

We came to a dead stop and looked for the source of the voice. My eyebrows went up in surprise and Adrienne gasped out loud, bringing up her free hand over her mouth. “Elyse?” Adrienne breathed.

A stunningly beautiful girl stood before us, posed perfectly with one hip jutting out to the side, her torso slightly tilted to maximize her cleavage, and her head held high with an imperious carriage, as if inviting everyone to worship her. She was an Amazonian goddess, with Wonder Woman-esque dark, curly locks and sparkling green eyes. Her outfit was designed to impress, hugging her ample curves and showing off her thin waist. All in all, Elyse Laughton had only gotten more gorgeous with age.

Her pouty lips were pulled into an amazed smile. “Wow ... Adrienne Dennis ... And, uh ... Ben, right? What, did you guys follow me here?” she giggled.

I blinked a few times, only now remembering that Elyse had gone to Berkeley a year ahead of us. I was speechless, still in shock at running into the old High School Cheer Captain; but social-queen Adrienne recovered more quickly. “Elyse. Hey, it’s good to see you,” she said politely. And just as smoothly, she turned to Elyse’s companion and offered her hand. “Hi, I’m Adrienne.”

The handsome, dark-haired guy took it with a charming smile and gave her a polite handshake. “Carter. Very pleased to meet you.” His eyes yo-yoed down to Adrienne’s tits, just like every other red-blooded male I’d ever known.

The face was already familiar to me. The name Carter jumped out, and when he turned to similarly shake my hand, I took it while stating, “Carter Sheridan.”

“That’s right,” he smiled, giving me a second look. Then he glanced at Adrienne and returned to me, a smirk spreading across his face. “Wait. Prince Charming, right? And Sleeping Beauty?”

It all clicked for me. I’d run into Carter at last year’s Halloween party, when my entire crew had dressed up as Disney characters from Dawn’s Cinderella to Paige’s Little Mermaid. I’d needed a little kick to my drink and Carter had been there with a flask of something harder. “That’s right, Doctor Sheridan,” I replied. And then with a smart-ass grin, I leaned in and glanced sidelong to Elyse. “Is she your brunette?” I said softly enough that only he could hear.

“Workin’ on it,” he replied just as softly and then clapped the side of my shoulder in a friendly way while breaking into chuckles. In a louder voice, he pointed to us and to Elyse, asking, “So how do you guys know each other?”

Adrienne spoke up. “Oh, we all went to High School together. Elyse was a year ahead of us. And she was my Cheerleading Captain.”

“You don’t say... ?” Carter drawled as he sidled up to Elyse. “Cheer Captain? You didn’t tell me that part.”

“It was a long time ago,” Elyse blushed.

“Maybe. But I’d still love to play with your pom-poms,” Carter grinned.

Elyse smirked and then smacked him on the side of his shoulder in a harder, but flirtier way.

Carter then turned back to us. “So we missed you guys at the Halloween party this year. Shoulda been there, Ben. You wouldn’t have been able to resist drooling over Elyse here in a nurse’s outfit.”

I shrugged. “Had another one to go to. The Tri-Delt party.”

“Ooh, lookit you,” Carter whistled approvingly.

“You’re pledging?” Elyse asked Adrienne.

Adrienne shrugged. “We’ll see. I’m still trying to decide if it’s the right thing for me.”

Elyse smiled. “I’m sure it is. You’re just the type of girl they’re looking for.”

Adrienne’s eyes dropped to slits as she searched for any sign of sarcasm or other insinuation. Despite Elyse’s friendly demeanor, the two girls had not left High School on good terms. In fact, Elyse had done more than a few things to try and undermine Adrienne’s relationship with me, or otherwise stab her in the back.

Elyse recognized the look on Adrienne’s face and realized how her comment might be taken, and immediately she held her hands up. “Oh, wait. I didn’t mean anything bad by that, I swear.”

Adrienne looked skeptical.

“Look, I know I was a real bitch to you, to both of you, my last year of High School,” Elyse said in an openly honest voice. “But that was a long time ago. I was going through a really rough time and I was lashing out at people, including you. I’m sorry Adrienne, for any shit I did to you back then. We used to be friends and you didn’t deserve it. You too, Ben. I tried to seduce you once just to piss off Adrienne, I remember. And even in the months after that I was messing with your head. I’m sorry.”

By now, Elyse had stepped up to us, looking quietly serious. Adrienne looked in abject shock at what Elyse had just said, her mouth hanging wide open. “Wow...” Adrienne breathed.

“I mean it. I’m sorry,” Elyse said frankly. “It’s been a rough couple of years, but I think I’m getting things figured out.” The gorgeous brunette turned back to smile at Carter. “I’ve got friends who help me out.”

The handsome guy slid in and wrapped his arm around Elyse’s waist. “Anytime, sugar.”

“Oh, you know what? This is so cool that I’m running into you guys,” Elyse said breathlessly. “Carter’s having a get-together on Friday. You guys should come! He’s got this great house in the hills.”

I arched an eyebrow and looked at Adrienne, who was similarly looking at me. We read each other’s facial expressions, the both of us curious but skeptical. Friday nights were usually my nights to visit DJ, but just maybe I could wait until Saturday.

“C’mon,” Elyse encouraged. “I owe you guys. And...” she sighed forlornly. “I’ve burned a lot of bridges in my life. It’d really be nice to start fixing them again.”

Something in Elyse’s voice made my heart go out to her. She was a little jittery, a little nervous, and appeared to have just recently come out of some kind of personal hell. My ever-present instinct to be a girl’s Champion, her hero defender, was urging me on. And as I looked at Adrienne, I realized that she too felt some compulsion to at least give Elyse a shot. They were friends, once, and memories of that old friendship hadn’t completely gone away.

“C’mon, man,” Carter prodded me. “It’ll be fun.”

I looked at Adrienne and got my confirmation in her eyes. “Sure,” I answered Carter. “Sounds great.”

As it turned out, neither Adrienne nor I ended up attending Carter’s party. Our reconnecting with Elyse would have to be put on hold. That’s because my romantic life went to hell in a handbasket the next week.

Up until now, DJ and I had been the perfect weekend couple. She did her own thing during the weekdays and I did mine. We didn’t communicate much during the week, but come Friday night through Sunday afternoon, we were madly in love and brilliantly happy together.

Of course, this past weekend we hadn’t gotten together. She’d had her studying and her SATs and her time to hang out with her friends. We’d talked the past Tuesday when I told her about Adrienne’s problems with Grace. We’d talked again on Friday, right before the Halloween party, when she told me she wanted to hang out with her friends. But on the weekend itself, I let her enjoy herself and didn’t want to bother her. So by the time I finally called her on Monday night, I was really, really looking forward to hearing my girlfriend’s sweet voice.

“Hiii, honey,” DJ drawled in a clearly excited tone when she picked up the phone.

“Hiii, kiddo,” I drawled right back. “So how’d it go?”

“The SATs? No problem. I felt MUCH better about it this time. And with my SAT II scores, I think I can finally relax about Berkeley. I just gotta make sure I don’t royally screw up my GPA this semester.”

“That’s great!”

“Ohhh, I know. I don’t think I’ve felt this relaxed since camp!”

“Mmm ... and I know JUST the way I ‘relaxed’ you back then,” I said smarmily.

My girlfriend giggled. “Don’t tease me. I’m not sure I can wait another week to have you again. I had a great time with my friends, but I’m so fucking horny!”

“What? You don’t have any friends who could help get you off? I know Brooke always had her ‘special’ buddies...”

DJ giggled again. “Oh, I’ve got those. But none of them have a cock. And it’s cock I’m craving right now, honey...” she moaned. “Maybe I shoulda let Jason Sabado into my panties. He certainly was trying to cop enough feels in the pool.”

I chuckled and thought about the Tri-Delt Halloween party. In general, I didn’t like the idea of any other boy touching my girlfriend; but after the wild night I’d had, I figured DJ deserved a little playtime when I wasn’t around. “Maybe you should have. I don’t want my honey to be unhappy any longer than she needs to be.”

Dead silence greeted me over the phone. For the zillionth time, I cursed the stupid technology which let me hear my girlfriend but not see her or read her body language.

“Huh,” DJ finally said. “I never thought I’d hear you say that. Every other time I joked about messing around with another boy, you always joked right back about how I’d promised to be only yours.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It always turned you on when I reminded you how I would be only your cumslut, remember?”

I chuckled. “I can see how that would be a turn on, but I don’t remember half the things we say when we’re fucking, kiddo.”

“Well, I just might keep that in mind. Jason IS cute.”

“Whoa, whoa ... let’s not be hasty now,” I quickly interjected. “The weekend without each other has passed. You gotta wait for Big Ben to come rubbing against your panties this weekend, Missy.”

DJ giggled. “And did Big Ben wait for me?” Her voice immediately dropped after that. “Oh, Dayna called and told me about you and Brandi. I’m sorry.”

I shrugged it off, even though DJ couldn’t see me. “S’ok. I’m not happy about it, but I understand. I’ve learned to be a supportive brother without sex. Besides, I managed to work it out while you were gone.”

“I can tell. You sound relaxed and well-fucked.”

“You should see the other girls,” I grinned. “You wanna hear all about it? Both of them passed out COLD when I was done with them. I should bring you with me next time and we’ll REALLY blow their minds.”

Dead silence answered me again. For a second, I thought the connection had gone dead, the line was so quiet. I actually pulled the phone away from my ear and checked the display, and when I saw the clock still going I frowned and put the phone back to my ear. “Hello?” I said. “Hello?”

“You fucked two other girls this weekend?” DJ’s voice was cold and emotionless. My blood chilled instantly. Something was very wrong.

For the briefest of moments, I felt like denying it. But the cat was out of the bag and I stammered, “Uh. Yeah. Is that a problem?”

“Why’d you do that?” A bit of a hiss was creeping into DJ’s voice. “Wasn’t Adrienne around?”

“Well, uh, yeah. Adrienne actually brought me to the party.”

“But you fucked girls other than Adrienne?” DJ’s voice was rising now. And as if a tidal wave was approaching on the horizon, I looked around in a panic, wondering what the fuck I should do.

“DJ, wait a minute. Are you upset?”

“YOU’RE GODDAMN FUCKING RIGHT I’M UPSET!!!” she screamed into the phone, loud enough for me to jerk away from the harsh noise.

“DJ!”

“YOU GODDAMN RAT-BASTARD MOTHERFUCKER!!!” she yelled again.

“Whoa, whoa!” I tried to cut her off. “DJ! DJ! I thought we talked about this!”

“Talked about what? Talked about you CHEATING on me you fucking BASTARD!”

“Cheating? Wait a fucking minute! You just told me on TUESDAY that I had your permission to sleep with anyone I wanted! As long as it was just sex! Well it was just sex!”

“But I didn’t think you’d actually DO it!” she screamed. “FUCK! You had Adrienne! You had Brandi! You TOLD me you were gonna keep it in the family!”

I looked around my empty room, searching for someone, anyone, to tell me what the fuck was going on. I knew how to manipulate a woman’s body so that she had the most amazing orgasms imaginable, but I seriously didn’t understand a woman’s psyche. “But ... But...” I protested. “You gave me permission!”

“I KNOW!!!” DJ screamed back.

“Then why are you mad?”

“I DON’T KNOW!” she screamed. “I’m just mad!”

“But why? I don’t understand!”

“I don’t either!” DJ yelled in a slightly quieter voice, and then I could hear her pacing around her room. She didn’t say anything for a while, just snorting heavily like a racehorse that just finished a mile and a half sprint. And I was still in too much shock to offer up anything, either.

“I don’t know why I’m mad,” DJ seethed, clearly still mad. “I know I gave you permission. I just ... I guess ... I guess I just expected that you wouldn’t do it, you know?”

“No! I don’t!” I shook my head in disbelief. “If you were gonna get mad about me fucking some other girl, then why the hell did you blatantly give me your permission?”

“I don’t know!” DJ yelled back. “If you were going to go ahead and fuck some other girl, then why the hell did you tell me you were gonna keep it in the family? Huh? If you hadn’t said that, I might never have expected otherwise!”

“DJ, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I really thought I had your permission. I never would have done it otherwise. We talked about this!”

“But you never DID before. In all the chances we had, you never fucked another girl outside of the family.”

“There was Felicia, at camp,” I offered.

“She doesn’t count and you fucking know it! I’m talking after! Dayna told me you banged half her friends last year. Some of them would even love a repeat. Did you nail any of them? Huh?”

“No!”

“Then why now?”

“I don’t know!” I cried. “It just happened! I didn’t realize you’d react this way!”

“Neither did I! How could I know how I would react until you actually did it?”

“I don’t know!”

DJ started snorting again. Actually, it sounded like she was snarling. “You shoulda called me when it was gonna happen. You shoulda called me.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, miGOD. I didn’t know I needed to.”

“Well you still shoulda fucking did it, Ben!”

I winced. She hadn’t called me ‘Ben’ in a long time, preferring ‘honey’ by far. In retrospect, calling might have been a good idea. But why the hell would that have occurred to me at the time?

“Deej...” I pleaded.

“Don’t ‘Deej’ me, you cheating bastard.”

“DJ. Please.”

“No! I’m mad at you! I’m hanging up now!”

“DJ!”

The line was already dead.

DJ didn’t pick up the next three times I called her. She picked up the fourth time, just enough to say, “Stop calling me. I’ll talk to you when I’m good and ready, okay?”

“DJ, please...”

“And don’t drive over here. I know you, and I know you’ll think it’s some romantically dramatic gesture. But don’t bother. I’ll order my parents not to let you in.”

“DJ, please...”

“No. I’ll talk to you again when I’m ready. Okay?”

I sighed. “Okay.”

The line went dead again.

DJ didn’t call me on Tuesday. I figured she still needed time, so I let her have her space. Adrienne was still coping with her breakup from Grace, so she spent the night with me, talking things out.

Adrienne blamed herself for bringing me to the party. She didn’t know the Pledge Master had planned the seduction pledge task, but she still felt bad for putting me in that situation.

I brought up the whole permission issue. Adrienne said she understood where DJ was coming from, and she pointed out that I probably shot myself in the foot by telling DJ that I would keep it in the family when I didn’t need to. Monogamy just wasn’t in my DNA and we both knew I’d end up nailing someone outside the families eventually. DJ understood this, and probably would have accepted it if not for my own stupid mouth. I’d created an expectation that I just couldn’t meet.

Then again, DJ might never have truly meant her permission. She’d given that permission as part of the lure to get me to date her. But every girl, no matter how open-minded, has a possessiveness about her and the ones she deems to belong to her. DJ had never faced me sleeping with someone else, and she truly couldn’t know how she herself would react until it actually happened. In that case, DJ had given ME an expectation that I could sleep around without jealousy, an expectation that she couldn’t meet.

And relationships live and die by their expectations.

DJ didn’t call me on Wednesday, either. Just after 10pm, I tried calling her, to get an update if nothing else. She didn’t pick up the phone, but two minutes later I got a text message from her saying: Not yet.

DJ didn’t call me on Thursday. I couldn’t focus in class. Dawn was supportive, trying to give me insight into what DJ was thinking. But at the end of the day, DJ was NOT Dawn, and the two didn’t quite think alike. I wasn’t sure I was any closer to understanding than before.

DJ didn’t call me on Friday, either. But on Friday afternoon, she did send me a text: Come visit. Dinner’s at 6:30.

It was all I could do to wait.

I didn’t quite wait until 6:30pm. I just couldn’t. But I didn’t want to piss DJ off by showing up too early, so I sat in my car by the curb upon arrival, my legs vibrating restlessly while I twiddled my thumbs.

After a while, there was a knock at my window and I jerked in surprise. I saw Jack Evans standing outside and leaning over. And I quickly rolled down the window.

“Hi, Ben,” DJ’s father greeted me.

“Hi, Mr. Evans,” I replied, my voice cracking from the unexpected use.

“Why don’t you come inside?”

I winced apologetically. “DJ told me 6:30.”

“DJ’s in her room. You can wait for her downstairs.”

I followed him into the house and into the kitchen, where Deanna Evans opened her arms and hugged me fiercely. “It’s okay,” she soothed while patting my back. “Everything will work out for the best.”

“I hope so...” I whimpered.

“Of course it will. Our two families won’t LET anything truly bad happen to the two of you.”

I sighed and nodded, relaxing slightly. But I didn’t relax too much. Mrs. Evans hadn’t said a thing about not letting us break up.

Feeling restless, I offered to help with dinner preparations and Mrs. Evans pointed me to the cabinets, telling me to set the table. It was something I was used to doing. After all, I’d already spent more than a few weekends at the Evans house, eating their meals and living almost as if I were their son. I couldn’t help but wonder if this might be the last time I set out these four place settings for Jack, Deanna, DJ, and me.

When everything was done, I helped Mrs. Evans carry the food over to the table while Mr. Evans called DJ down. I was already at my seat when my girlfriend arrived, looking at me warily. She did come over and give me a hug and peck on the cheek in greeting, so I wasn’t getting a total cold shoulder. And then we began the meal.

It was relatively quiet. Everyone could feel the tension in the room, tension that wouldn’t be resolved until DJ and I sat down and had our private conversation. But Mr. and Mrs. Evans did their best to stimulate conversation, with Jack cracking jokes whenever possible. The parents had gotten used to asking me how school was going every weekend, as if they were my own parents, and tonight was no different. Heck, I’m pretty sure they were actually reporting back to my own parents every week as well.

So I gave them the usual spiel, this time a little longer since I hadn’t been back for two weeks now. I gave them some basic updates about Dayna, Brandi, and Adrienne, although I didn’t comment on the girls’ love lives. It wasn’t my place and if they wanted to share, that was their choice.

In the end, we finished eating and I went to help with the dishes. Doing little chores like that, or doing handyman junk around the house, was the least I could do for all the food and shelter they’d given me every weekend. But tonight, Mrs. Evans waved me away. “Go ahead. I know you and DJ need to talk.”

I gathered myself and nodded. And then on impulse, I leaned forward and hugged her, feeling awkwardly as if it might be the very last time. I knew that was ridiculous — I would always be close with this family no matter what happened between me and DJ. But I still had a sense of dread hovering over me like a dark cloud.

DJ was waiting just outside the kitchen and she quietly took my hand as I came out. I was simultaneously hopeful in that DJ wasn’t outright rejecting me and unnerved by how quiet she was. She led me to the stairs and up to her bedroom. Then she closed the door and silently slid the lock home.

I didn’t know how to react when DJ noiselessly pressed herself up against my chest and took my face in her hands. She got up on her tiptoes and tilted her head slightly so that our noses wouldn’t bump into each other. And then she planted the softest, sweetest kiss imaginable on my lips.

My eyes were open and my lips were stiff for the first few seconds. Here, I’d been expecting some verbal thrashing like the one she’d given me over the phone on Monday night. Instead, I had a gorgeous young blonde passionately trying to work her tongue into my mouth.

But eventually I got into the kiss, my arms moving around her body and cinching her close to me. My right hand found its way to her tight ass, cupping it and pulling her closer to me while I bent my head down and returned the kiss with a fervor. She felt so good in my arms. She tasted so sweet. And I felt such an incredible relief that maybe, just maybe, things were going to work out.

Predictably, I started stiffening, as penises tend to do when rubbed by a nubile blonde teenager’s hand. Once I was hard, DJ pulled her hand away and ground her belly against it in a side-to-side motion that did much for titillating my senses. And after a minute of doing that, she finally pulled her lips off mine with a gasp.

I was gasping myself, half in arousal and half in disbelief at what was happening. My eyes opened and I stared straight into her crystal blue irises, already wet with tears. And my soul started cracking at the sorrow I saw in her eyes.

DJ’s hands went back up to my face and she held me tight while looking straight at me. And in a cracking, sad voice, she pleaded, “Make love to me, honey. Please?”

I just nodded and then DJ’s hands slid down my arms to grasp my hands. And then she backed up to her own bed, tugging me along with her before turning me around and sitting me on the edge of the mattress.

She stood up then and began removing her clothing. Her top was a fitted white T-shirt with pink short-sleeves. It popped over her head and then she quickly unsnapped the white bra beneath, spilling out those impossibly firm 34DD’s that immediately had me drooling. Her tits jiggled nicely as she hunched over to strip her jeans down, pulling them and her panties off her legs and kicking them away to stand completely nude in front of me. She briefly ran her fingers up her body, the pink fingernails flashing in the room’s lights. And at the end, she almost nervously tugged at one of her customary braided pigtails that extended a few inches below her shoulder.

I’d never before seen DJ look this nervous while naked in front of me. It was almost as if it was the first time, and she looked at me a little expectantly. I got the hint and still seated, I started pulling off my own clothing, keeping my eyes on her gorgeous body the entire time.

When I was naked as well, the gorgeous 17-year-old simply moved and knelt before me. She put her hands on my knees while getting herself into position. And then without further ado, she took my cock in hand and bent over, inhaling my prick into her mouth while rolling those beautiful blue eyes up to look at me.

I felt the tension in my body start to melt away while DJ gave me the sweetest, most deliberate blowjob of our relationship. She didn’t hurry, didn’t attack me; she simply made love to my cock, worshipping the column of flesh with her lips, tongue, and hands. And for the entire duration, her eyes looked up at me.

I caressed her sweet face while she bobbed up and down. I let my fingers run through her hair, pulled tight to form the braids, save for a few loose strands of her bangs that fell down along her cheeks and partially obscured her eyes while she continued blowing me. I realized then that I loved DJ more than ever before. And despite the pleasure, there was a pit in my stomach, as if this might be the last blowjob I ever got from her.

With her left hand caressing my balls and her mouth lavishing pleasure on my mushroom head, DJ soon brought me to a climax. I held her head in my hands as I poured out my cum down her gullet, the beautiful blonde swallowing every single drop.

She took her time to make sure she’d swallowed it all, her tongue scraping the inside of her mouth while she panted for breath. And then without another word, she moved up, pecked me on the lips, and then turned over onto her back across the bed, spreading her thighs to the side.

I took the hint and then bent to return the favor, repositioning DJ’s thighs with my hands as I took her spot kneeling beside the bed. And then I ducked my head down and began working my tongue and fingers along her already moist slit.

“Oh, honey...” DJ crooned. “Yes ... Yes ... That’s it ... that’s it ... so good...”

I felt like I owed DJ the most incredible pleasure of her life. I wasn’t going to give her the most massive orgasms that would make her pass out. I wasn’t going to tease her and keep her on the edge of the ecstasy she desperately craved. Instead, I was just going to do my very best to make her happy. I wanted her satisfied, but not overwhelmed. I wanted her glowing, but not burning up. I wanted my lovemaking to show her exactly how I felt about her.

Looking back, I guess I succeeded.

Since I wasn’t doing anything to stop her orgasms, DJ squeaked out three over the next ten minutes. It wasn’t a race and I wasn’t going for a high score or anything. Her climaxes just came and went and then built up again. My tongue expertly dived like a prey bird fishing in the open ocean, digging out her pleasure before swiping back up. My fingers plunged and vibrated against her G-spot. And of course I paid special attention to her clit whenever the situation demanded it. I brought her to climax after climax, and after the third orgasm, DJ’d had enough. She reached her arms out to me. “Now, honey! Now!”

I quickly slid up her body, my jaw still coated in girlcum. She didn’t care as she grabbed my head and kissed me, even eagerly licking it off my chin while I got my prick into position. I sunk my cock partway into her exquisitely tight channel. And then she kicked her legs behind my ass and dug in with her heels to pull me the rest of the way.

We were joined together.

Like I had when eating her out, I fucked DJ to show her exactly how I felt about her. I wanted her to have the very best of me. So I was careful and calculating a little bit, watching her cues carefully to make sure my thrusts were of the right depth and power. I made sure I hit all of her sensitive spots. And when her body told me that it wanted a certain feeling, I made sure I gave it to her. I had a wealth of sexual expertise, and never before had I put so much effort into ensuring I gave my lover the absolute best experience of her life. This wasn’t about me dominating her or proving my skill. It was about giving DJ the time of her life.

She did. DJ writhed and bucked beneath me while I played her body like a fine-tuned instrument. I held her slim waist and pinned her slender-hipped form to the mattress while sawing in and out of her like a cello’s bow. I cupped, caressed, and squeezed those big, round, sensitive tits, capped with swollen, erect pink nipples. I brushed the sunny blonde locks of her hair away from her forehead, raining butterfly kisses on her exposed skin and nibbling on her neck and ears. I was literally doing everything possible to give her the lovemaking of her young life.

DJ had one and then another orgasm, her sensuous form undulating against the mattress in a rhythm without end. Her head tossed left and right as she hissed over and again, “Yes ... yesss ... YES!”

And still I kept her going.

What felt like hours later, DJ was a sweaty mess beneath me. Our chests were slicked with moisture and glided across each other almost without friction. I could feel her upright tits being crushed against me while I continued humping her. And she ended up biting down on my shoulder when my pistoning cock drove her to what I think was her seventh orgasm of this single coupling. All seven of them were wonderful; none of them too overwhelming. It was the perfect fuck.

And while she trembled and shook beneath me, DJ turned and whispered in my ear. “Now, honey. Now!”

That was all I needed. I unclenched my kegel muscles and let forth the deluge. The cum raced out of my prick and blasted against DJ’s inner walls, coating them instantly with layers upon layers of white cream as the frothy mixture washed through her pussy and flooded her womb.

“YESSS!!!” DJ was howling, her voice cracking as she threw her head back at the sensation of me detonating deep inside her. Her pussy muscles were clenching and unclenching rapidly, pounding out her final orgasm and squeezing out the remainders of mine.

My back muscles were burning. My arms ached. And my legs were so shaky they were about to collapse. I’d put everything I possibly had into that fuck. I simply wasn’t capable of doing any better. And at the very end, after I’d finished pumping my girlfriend full of cum, I collapsed straight down on top of her body.

My head nestled against her cleavage and I panted with a mouth half-full of boob. My eyes threatened to roll up into my head, and I teetered on the edge of passing out while the inky black cloud of unconsciousness crept around my vision. I felt DJ’s comforting arms wrap around my head and cradle me to her bosom. And with a happy, satisfied purr, I smiled and said, “DJ, I love you.”

She sighed, a definite hint of sadness in her voice. And she answered, “No, Ben. You don’t.”

The urge to pass out evaporated almost instantaneously. I pushed myself upright quickly, looking down at DJ’s naked body sprawled out beneath me. But I got up a little too fast, and that inky blackness swirled around my vision while the room began spinning around me.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply to shake off the vertigo. And then I fixed my gaze on the gorgeous young blonde and frowned. In a voice full of confusion, I asked, “What?”

DJ sighed again in resignation. “You don’t love me.”

“Of course I do,” I insisted.

DJ shook her head. “And you know, I’m not sure I ever loved you.”

“DJ! Don’t say that! You’re my girlfriend and we love each other!”

She shrugged. “Well, you DID cheat on me.”

“I didn’t cheat on you!”

She rolled her eyes. “You had sex with a girl — two girls — who weren’t your girlfriend, without my knowledge.” There was no malice in DJ’s voice, just statement of fact. “That’s cheating.”

“Not when you gave me your permission!” I complained. “I’ve been banging Brandi and Adrienne all semester! Are THEY cheating?”

DJ snorted. “Of course not”

“Then?”

DJ sighed. “They’re ... they’re family. They don’t count.”

I winced and squeezed my eyes. She had me there. It was the same rationalization I’d been using for years. I sighed and said, “DJ, I’m sorry. If I’d known you wouldn’t approve, I never would have done it.”

She smirked and arched an eyebrow at me, looking maddeningly self-righteous. “Oh, really? That’s not what I’ve heard about your past relationships.”

“Hey! I was young. And I’ve changed. I never once screwed around behind Adrienne’s back.”

“Pssht. Adrienne gave you carte blanche to fuck anything with tits.”

“And you didn’t?”

DJ sighed, looking away. “Okay. Maybe I did. But that doesn’t change the fact that we never really loved each other.”

Back to this. I sat up and almost nervously pulled the blanket over my lap, hiding my nakedness. DJ seemed perfectly comfortable in hers, and she simply rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand. I could still see my cream leaking out between her thighs. “Okay...” I took a deep breath. “Tell me why you think we don’t love each other.”

She shrugged and looked pointedly at me. “Fine. YOU tell me why you love me.”

“Of COURSE I love you.”

“Why?” she asked softly, looking at me expectantly. “Just ... why?”

I clapped my mouth shut. The usual bullshit ran through my head. DJ was smart and funny and yadda yadda yadda. I knew she didn’t want to hear any of that. Not that it wasn’t true. But I knew that wasn’t what she was looking for.

“C’mon, Ben,” she teased. “Or is your brain still mushy post-ejaculation?”

“Look, I’m not so great at putting this into words, okay?” I said defensively. “I just know how I feel about you.”

“And how DO you feel about me?”

“I love you!”

“Try saying it without the L-word.”

I sighed, suddenly very frustrated with my girlfriend.

“C’mon, Ben. Think back to camp. Think back to when I threw myself at you, and how at first you had no idea what to do with me.”

“You just took me by surprise,” I explained. “But when I had a chance to think about it...” I trailed off, not sure how to finish that sentence.

“What, it all just made sense?” DJ offered.

“Well, yeah...” I looked at her frankly. “You’re YOU, DJ. I love who you are. I love the way you make me feel. I love the way I feel when I’m around you.”

DJ sighed. “You really can’t do it without using the L-word, can you?”

“Come ON, Deej. I’m trying here.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” she sighed.

I bit my lip, wracking my brain to come up with the right combination of words to pacify my girlfriend and convince her not to be mad at me anymore.

DJ beat me to it. “Okay, let me try it this way. Do you know how I know you don’t really love me?” she asked.

I frowned and furrowed my eyebrows. “What? How?”

She looked at me plainly. “Because of the way you just made love to me.”

“Wait, what?”

She nodded. “I mean it.”

“But ... but...” I stammered, thinking back to our lovemaking session. “That was like the best I’ve ever done!”

“For who? You? Or me?”

“For you! I’ve never made it that good for a girl before!”

DJ sighed. “I know. I mean, I didn’t know that was your best ever; but yeah, I was there. I know how good it was. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good before.”

My eyes were wide. “Then THERE! You asked me to make love to you, and I made it the best EVER!”

DJ shook her head. “That’s the best my BODY has ever felt before. But come on, didn’t it feel just a bit ... mechanical?”

“What?”

“You were the perfect lover ... technically, skillfully. Not ... emotionally. You did everything right in terms of action and pressure and pushing all my buttons. But I didn’t want the expert lover tonight. I wanted my boyfriend. I would have been happier if you’d lost control and rabbit-humped me for fifteen seconds before busting your nut. Don’t you get it?”

“WHAT?”

“You didn’t make love to me, Ben. You just ... gave me the best sex of my life. It’s not the same thing.” And the sadness in her voice confirmed that. “You did everything right ... You dotted your i’s and crossed your t’s ... Just like our relationship. The motions are all there; but the emotions aren’t.”

I looked at her as if her skin had turned plaid, but then her words caught up to me. I thought about the way I’d made love to her and ... she was right. Gawd dammit ... she was right. I HAD mechanically made love to her ... technically ... skillfully. And I had no idea how I’d gotten to this point. “I ... I don’t understand...” I said in a defeated tone.

DJ sighed. “It’s not your fault. I started all this.”

“Huh?”

DJ sighed. “I don’t love you. I don’t think I ever did. I loved the IDEA of you.”

“Huh?”

“I loved the fantasy Ben I’d built in my head for years and years. I saw how you were with Dawn. And I was sooo jealous of my sister. I told myself, I want a guy like you. But more the point, I wanted YOU.”

I nodded. DJ had told me this in the beginning.

“The only problem was, I didn’t know who YOU really were. And you didn’t know who I really was, either.”

“What do you mean? Of course we knew each other.”

DJ shook her head. “We thought we did. But we didn’t. You knew ‘DJ, Dawn’s little sister’: she’s pretty hot and you love banging her, but you don’t really know her as a person because the only time you ever spent together was at camp, where she was always with friends her own age doing kiddie things.”

I arched an eyebrow, but DJ just kept going. “And I knew ‘Ben, Dawn’s best friend’: he’s gorgeous and so incredible at fucking, but I don’t really know him because we never really hung out since he spent all his time with his Dawn and Adrienne romances.”

“DJ...”

“I’d constructed this perfect Ben in my head. You were attentive, a great listener, loyal, and sweet. You would wrap me up in your arms and carry me away onto a cloud of pleasure and bliss and happiness. No boy I ever met could measure up to you because no human on the planet could measure up to you.” DJ sighed. “And I’ve been in love with that Ben this entire time.”

“You’ve been with ME,” I said firmly.

She shook her head. “Not really. Camp was a fantasy world. It always has been. Then once we got back to school, you’ve been at Berkeley and I’ve been here.”

“We spend a LOT of time together. I’ve practically lived here every weekend, Deej.”

She shrugged. “We spend most of our time in bed, it seems.”

“But we talk. We share.”

“I know. But...” DJ exhaled. “I think I just blinded myself this entire time. I never really stopped to think about it. I was floating by on the mental high of knowing I was ‘Ben’s girlfriend’. It made me happy. But it was still just a fantasy.”

“It was MORE than that.”

“Ben, YOU’RE living a fantasy, too.”

“Am not. I love you!”

“No, you don’t.”

GAWD this was frustrating.

“Ben, Adrienne was right. You rebounded.”

“Did not!”

“You were hurting. You were alone. I saw my chance, and I took it. I threw myself at you, and I picked the perfect time to do it. And it wasn’t fair to you.”

“DJ, I love you!”

She shook her head. “I loved the idea of being with you. And you loved the idea of being with... somebody.”

“DJ, you’re special to me and you fucking KNOW it,” I said heatedly.

“Okay, maybe.” She sighed. “After all, I’m an Evans girl. So tell me, Ben. How much do I remind you of Dawn?”

“This has nothing to do with Dawn!” I barked.

“Doesn’t it?”

“No. I’m serious.” I reached forward and touched DJ’s hand. “Yes, you’re an Evans girl. Yes, you look a bit like Dawn. So you fit my type. So what? I still love YOU.”

“You don’t even really know me, Ben. And I don’t even really know you.”

I threw my hands up. “Most boyfriends and girlfriends barely know anything about each other. That’s half the fun of getting together, to learn.”

“We skipped that part. We don’t spend any time getting to know each other. We just both assumed we already knew each other; but we don’t. I knew my fantasy Ben. It took you banging some other girls to make me realize I didn’t know the REAL you.”

“DJ...”

“Wait. Let me finish this. This is the last bit, I promise.” She took a deep breath. “I talked to Adrienne this week. About us. I made her promise not to tell you until after tonight. She still blames herself for bringing you to that party.”

I arched an eyebrow. The surprise at finding DJ had been talking with Adrienne was enough to shut me up for a minute.

“I asked Adrienne about how she felt about you, and why you broke up in the end. And something stuck with me. Adrienne told me that she truly does love you, but when it came down to it, she needed you more than she loved you.”

I blinked, remembering how Adrienne and I had gotten to this point. “She’s not you.”

“No, she’s not. I don’t need you like she does. But maybe you’re her. Think about it: Do you really love me? Or do you need me?”

“DJ—”

“Do you love me for me? Or do you love me because I loved you?”

I felt the answer in my gut, and I didn’t like it: She was right.

I didn’t need to verbalize it. The answer was all over my face. I’d needed her. I’d needed someone to love me.

“One minute at camp, I told you I was in love with you,” DJ continued. “You told me you didn’t feel the same way and we separated. The next minute, I seduced you and all of a sudden you were in love with me. It happened THAT fast.” She snapped her fingers for emphasis. “Adrienne called us on it, but we wouldn’t listen. I got my Ben. You got a hot Evans girl to love you. Everyone was happy. Only it wasn’t real.”

“These past few months have been REAL, DJ.”

She sighed. “I know. And I won’t regret them. But if this relationship was to continue, it would HAVE to be based on something more than a fantasy and a rebound.”

I pulled my hand back, that sense of dread returning. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying we’re over. It was nice. It was MORE than nice. But we’re not really in love.”

“DJ, please...”

“It’s okay, Ben. I’m okay.”

“I’m not.”

She sighed. “And I’m sorry about that. But I can’t be your crutch anymore. You still want someone to love you. But it can’t be me anymore.”

“Why not? Fine, you realized I’m not your fantasy Ben and I realized that I need you. Why can’t we start over? Am I not worth dating?”

“Ben...”

“I’m serious!” I reached out and grabbed both her hands. “Let’s start over. Let’s go out this weekend and find out who we really are to each other! Let’s talk, let’s spend time together outside of the bedroom. Give us a chance.”

“It can’t work like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because we both need a fresh start, and that means without each other. We both have to make a clean break from this. If you really want to date me, maybe we can ... someday. Not today. Hopefully I’ll be at Berkeley next Fall. If you still feel the same way, we can see what happens then. But not now. I need time to get over you ... well ... not you. I need time to get over my fantasy. And YOU need time to figure yourself out.”

“DJ...”

She held a hand up, only now finally getting off the bed and moving around to grab her clothes. “Look, Ben,” she shook her head sadly. “For what it’s worth, I DO really love you. We’re family. I’ll always care about you. And yeah, I’ll always lust for you. Even now, I want to stay together and re-start our relationship just like you said, if for nothing else but the incredible sex. But it’s not the right thing for either of us right now, okay?”

I watched helplessly as she put her clothes back on. Each garment felt like a door slamming in my face, shutting me out. And then before I realized it, she was fully dressed.

“I’m sorry, Ben. But I think it’s time you went home.”