An Ordinary College Sex Life

Chapter 2: New Friends

Dawn had been my best friend for most of my life; but except for a month at camp every year, she hadn’t really functioned as my best friend since my family had left the Bay Area.

That all changed now that we were back at school.

It was like being at camp again. After breakfast the first day of school, Dawn showed up dressed to hike across campus. We said goodbye to Adrienne, who didn’t have an 8am class, headed out for our very first day of college, and more or less spent the entire day together. We chatted constantly. We shared witty observations about everything going on around us. And we generally had a good time.

Well... before lunch, that is. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Dawn and I both were majoring in Business, with a target to get into the Undergraduate Program at Haas School of Business our Junior years. The Undergraduate Program was very highly rated and a pretty small program within the larger University. Even though the total Freshman enrollment at Berkeley was over 9,000, there were less than 125 students per grade in the program. So while not all of those freshman would be applying, Dawn and I would have to be among the best to get in. And part of our planning meant that we would be having a lot of classes together.

“Excited?” Dawn asked me on the way up the hill to Cheit Hall.

“Nervous, more like it,” I frowned. “I haven’t seriously paid attention in a class since first semester Senior Year.”

Dawn laughed and squeezed my shoulder. “Relax. It’s just like riding a bike.”

Note to self: Studying for business is NOTHING like riding a bike. More to the point, a college lecture is NOTHING like high school. First of all, no high school class lasts for an hour-and-a-half. Especially not at 8am. I’m not a big coffee drinker, but I was thinking I was going to have to become one to survive college.

Dawn did her best to keep me awake, but I rapidly found myself zoning out as my pen began a slow, uncontrolled drift to the right of my notebook. Not the greatest start to my college career if you ask me.

Pain suddenly blossomed in my right hand. I jerked upright in my chair, gritting my teeth as I realized just in time that I probably shouldn’t scream in a filled auditorium. With wide eyes, I looked down at my hand, half-expecting to find it severed at the wrist with blood spurting out of it like a fountain.

But my hand was still attached. And there was no blood. There was a little blue ink on the back of my hand, relatively between the third and fourth knuckles. And Dawn was just removing her ball-point pen, the sharp conical metal tip gleaming like a surgical instrument.

I glared at her. ‘The fuck?’ I mouthed with a hateful look in my eyes.

She smiled prettily. ‘You’re awake, aren’t you?’ she mouthed right back.

I grumped and turned back to face the front, ready to take more notes. But soon enough I began fading once again. And there were three ink marks in my hand before class finished.

When the professor finally dismissed us, only then did I really come alive, as if the physical act of standing reminded my entire body that yes, it was daytime and consciousness is the order of the day. I packed my binder and hoisted my backpack over my shoulder, sighing, “Why do I feel like I didn’t learn a damn thing? Even when I was paying attention it just seemed like he was talking about the very basics of a company.”

Dawn giggled and headed for the door.

The guy to my left piped up while getting up from his seat. “Don’t worry. The only thing important on the first day is that you pick up the syllabus and know what your homework is. Nothing in today’s lecture will matter in another two weeks.”

I turned and arched an eyebrow to the tall but skinny Asian guy with black wire-rimmed glasses and spiked hair while the two of us headed out the door. “Wanna bet on that? My sister tells me some of these professors have a sadistic reputation of throwing the most random crap into the exams later on. What’s our reading assignment, the first three chapters? Five bucks says that stuff is on the first midterm.”

He grinned. “Ooh, a gambling man. Sure thing.” He put his hand out. “Robert Kim. Everyone but my mom calls me ‘Bert’.”

“Ben. Good to meet you.” I shook his hand.

“Dawn Evans. Hi.” Dawn had rejoined us and thrust her hand out. But Bert Kim just popped his eyes wide open, gawking rather obviously at the breathtakingly beautiful blonde by my side.

“Uhh ... uhh...” Bert stammered.

I leaned in with a smile. “Shake her hand, dumbass.”

“Right.” Only now did Bert drag his eyes off her picture perfect face and the swell of her bosom to notice that her hand was out. He grabbed it and shook it a little weakly, clearly still rather overwhelmed by Dawn’s beauty.

Feeling just a little smug, I slipped my hand into Dawn’s and squeezed before turning back to Bert. “Catch you later.”

“Uh, bye...” Bert said, his eyes still on Dawn.

She giggled and then the two of us headed off. Once we were out of earshot, Dawn squeezed my hand and leaned into me. “You enjoyed that.”

I shrugged. “What? You didn’t?”

Dawn giggled. Like any beautiful girl, she didn’t exactly mind having her ego stroked by another dumbstruck boy. “I can’t help it if a guy thinks I’m pretty. But it seemed like you were taking ... credit ... or something.”

“Sure. Having you next to me is very good for my reputation.”

“But I’m not even your girlfriend!”

“I didn’t claim you were. We’re just friends ... holding hands.”

Dawn smirked. “We’ll see if you’re still holding my hand when Ryan joins us.”

I laughed. It was 11am and we’d made plans to rendezvous with Gwen Tannenbaum and Robin Aldrin at a Bongo Burger for lunch. As Dawn’s high school friends, they planned to continue the friendship now that they were all going to college together. Yeah, there were a few acquaintances from my old high school attending as well, but no one from my crew except for Adrienne and no one I’d go out of my way to meet up with.

Ryan was going to hustle across campus to join us for lunch, but he’d probably be late since he had a greater distance to cross. Unfortunately, Adrienne had an 11am class and wouldn’t be able to meet up with us. She’d made plans to hook up with Dayna and Brandi and some of their friends for lunch, and I’d see my girlfriend again at dinner.

We’d just made it to Bancroft Way when a flirtatious voice called out. “Well, well ... wouldn’t Ryan love to see you two now?”

Dawn and I turned at the same time to see Gwen and Robin walking up behind us. Gwen was giggling and pointing at our joined hands. The pretty dirty-blonde was wearing a Cal Bear’s football T-shirt and short-shorts with flat white Keds shoes. Robin just rolled her eyes behind her stylishly-retro black plastic glasses, the attractive but aloof brunette in a simple green polo shirt and shorts.

At first, I made to let go of Dawn’s hand but she held on firm. “Hey guys.” Then she held up our hands together. “This? This is called ‘holding hands’. You should try it sometime. It’s not like we’re fucking.”

“Yet...” Gwen giggled.

“Lay off, Gwen,” Robin admonished her friend, slapping her friend’s arm.

“Seriously,” I piped up. “We’re just friends. I’m more likely to screw Robin than Dawn.”

Robin’s eyes flew open, her brown irises going wide. I grinned and now it was Gwen’s turn to slap her arm while laughing. Dawn laughed as well as she finally released me and moved between her two school friends and looped her arms through both of theirs. “C’mon, let’s go. I’m hungry,” Dawn urged.

As a group, we dodged the multitude of people hanging out on Telegraph Ave., ranging from students to tie-dyed hippies to rastas and to the homeless. Growing up in Orange County, I wasn’t used to seeing random people looking stoned out of their minds as they literally sat on the sidewalk outside some of the various stores lining both sides of the street. I led the way while the three girls were chatting just behind me, engrossed in their conversation.

We had just reached Channing Way when I glanced down the sidewalk to the right and something caught my attention. There was a group of Residence Halls down that way, and presently I saw what looked like a young schoolgirl being accosted by a pretty scruffy looking guy. “Let go of me you jerk!” the girl yelled in a high-pitched voice.

There were at least ten other people in the vicinity, most of them looking over at the commotion but none of them showing the slightest inclination to get involved.

Dawn and the girls came up behind me. Ordinarily, I would have crossed the street at least fifteen seconds earlier, and Dawn immediately noticed that I wasn’t moving. “Ben? What is it?” she asked.

Just then, Scruffy reached out and smacked the little girl, sending her stumbling backwards and holding her own cheek even though he was still gripping her right wrist. “C’mon, bitch. You’re fucking asking for it!”

“HEY!” I yelled, belatedly realizing that I’d already taken off running towards them. “Leave her alone!”

“The fuck are you?” Scruffy turned and glared at me.

“Let go of her!” I called while slowing up as I got within twenty feet of them. The guy’s posture had changed and I started to relax. No matter how much a bully, almost anyone would back off from doing anything stupid while they had a public audience.

Yeah, well, not this guy. “None of your fucking business, asshole!” Scruffy yelled at me. And then for good measure he turned and slapped the girl again, this time sending her sprawling face-down onto the sidewalk.

“Hey!” I ran forward again, this time reaching the guy just as he turned to take a swing at me. I twisted away from the punch and ran straight into him. It was a pathetic tackle, but one strong enough to send us both to the ground.

I wound up on top of him, pinning the guy down just as I felt a thick boot smack into my ribs from the side, knocking my breath away and rolling me onto my back.

Ah, SHIT. Scruffy had a friend, and Scruffy Two was pulling his leg back for another kick while I desperately looked around to see if anyone else was coming to join in. Ten faces stared back, none of them approaching.

Great. Where the hell were Adrienne and her pointed heels when I needed them?

The second kick exploded agony up my side but I rolled away and got back to my feet, hunched over in pain. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the girl running back down the sidewalk where Dawn was hurriedly gesturing for her to approach. But just as I started to try and back away I saw that Scruffy One was throwing another punch at my head.

I dodged mostly out of the way and managed to land a punch to the guy’s kidneys, but he collapsed onto me and sent us both to the ground again. I grunted in pain and annoyance as my back slammed onto the unforgiving concrete. If I was going to keep getting into fights like this, I should probably learn what the hell I was doing. Especially since they always seemed to turn into awkward wrestling matches instead of like in a boxing ring. And especially since I always seemed to be losing. Scruffy One was trying to hold me down with his left arm so he could keep punching me with his right; and I wasn’t doing a very good job of fending him off.

“Move outta the way, man,” a growling voice said somewhere above me. “Lemme kick him again.”

Scruffy One rolled off me, leaving me gasping for air and bracing for another kick to the ribs. It wasn’t even Scruffy Two getting ready to kick me, it was a third guy. Ah, DOUBLE SHIT.

But just when I thought I was in for a world of hurt, Scruffy Three’s body went flying to my left and Scruffy One turned around just in time to get viciously punched and land on his ass right beside me.

I looked up. “Ryan?” I grunted.

Dawn’s muscled 6’2” boyfriend loomed over Scruffy One, kicking him again before leaning over and landing another vicious punch right to the guy’s chin. Ryan then pointed at me and said, “Hold him down!”

I nodded and rolled over, putting my knee over the guy’s neck and growling at him to stay put. He wasn’t going anywhere, dazed as he was from Ryan’s last punch.

Meanwhile, Ryan went over to Scruffy Two and started kicking the shit out of him as well.

Two minutes later, a police car screeched to a halt just off the curb and male and female cops ran around with guns drawn. “Back off, boys!” the female barked.

Immediately my hands went up and I backed away, leaving Scruffy One gasping for air on the ground. Scruffy Two had been soundly bruised and battered by Ryan, and he similarly stayed flat on his back with no intention of moving. And Ryan himself put up his hands and backed away.

On the other hand, Scruffy Three chose that moment to try and make a run for it, scrambling to his feet and sprinting down the sidewalk.

“Hey!” the male cop took off after Scruffy Three, yelling, “Stop or I WILL shoot!”

Scruffy Three didn’t bother stopping, but he did turn his head around to check if he was being pursued. And then looking the wrong way, he promptly tripped over the next uneven crack in the sidewalk, sprawling flat on his face. The cop was quickly on him, a knee in the back while pulling his hands around to be cuffed.

I sighed and looked back to Dawn, who was holding on to the little schoolgirl. But now that I got a better look at her, she wasn’t quite as young as I’d initially thought. 5’2”, with dark auburn hair in twin pigtails, she looked very familiar somehow. Her slender face was dominated by deep blue eyes, and her dainty features were accented by elfin-pointed ears. Despite her petite stature, I’d have guessed she was at least a late teen. And her outfit wasn’t exactly standard school uniform, either: knee-high socks with black saddle shoes, plaid skirt, white blouse, and black necktie. But she very much seemed ... for lack of a better word ... slutty. This was a college-aged kid dressed up like a Catholic schoolgirl fantasy.

And now that the imminent threat was over, she darted out of Dawn’s grasp and went straight to me, flinging her arms around me and crying, “Thank you!”

I moved to hug her back but the idea of a cop with a gun nearby made me hesitate. So I just kept my arms up while the pretty and petite redhead kept holding me.

Oh, this was going to make for quite the story when I told Adrienne.

“You okay?” Ryan looked over from his seat next to me in an interrogation room at the police station. I’d never actually been in an interrogation room and the very concept made me rather nervous. But they hadn’t separated us, which I thought was a good sign.

“I think so,” I replied. “My ribs are kind of sore, but I think I’ll be alright.”

“Mind if I take a look?” He pointed.

I arched an eyebrow with a question in my gaze. “You a personal trainer or something?”

He laughed. “No. I’ve just been in a scrap or two in my life.”

“I could tell. You actually seemed like you knew what you were doing.” I lifted my shirt and let Ryan poke around my ribs, where the skin had already begun darkening with bruises.

Sometimes his fingers hurt, but he studied me coolly before pulling away. “Should be fine. Nothing’s broken. I don’t think there’s anything wrong internally. You’ll be stiff, but okay.” He smirked. “Tell Adrienne to take it easy on you for a few days.”

I grinned right back, getting the implication. “Or maybe the girlfriend will want to reward the hero.”

Ryan chuckled. “I certainly hope so.” A gleam came into his eye and then almost immediately he shut it down. “Well, I mean...” he stammered nervously.

“Relax,” I waved. “I told you: Dawn and I are friends. Let her reward you all she wants. Besides, you did all the work. I was just a punching bag.”

“Maybe...” Ryan raised both eyebrows. “But that little redhead in the schoolgirl outfit certainly gives you all the credit for rescuing her in the first place.”

I blushed. But the door opened before I could reply and a man in a suit and tie walked in. “Hello boys. I’m Detective Wallace and I just need to get a statement from you both.”

Ryan frowned. “Then what’s with the room and the one-way glass?” he asked, pointing to the mirror at the far wall.

Detective Wallace smiled. “Well, the three other men in the fight are trying to claim you made an unprovoked attack on them while they were asking Miss Jacobsen for directions.”

“What?” I blurted.

“Relax,” Wallace patted his hands downward in the air. “There were several witnesses around who said otherwise, and those three are locals that we’ve had some trouble with before. But I WILL be recording your statements to see if anything doesn’t match up. Shall we begin?”

I glanced at Ryan and almost in unison we sighed and sagged back into our chairs. Then my stomach growled rather loudly. I could really use that Bongo Burger right now.

It didn’t take very long. Once Ryan explained he didn’t arrive on the scene until after the fight had started, most of the questions got directed to me. I answered them as best I could without rambling and Detective Wallace was pretty assured that everything lined up with what the other witnesses had said. We were released and thanked for our assistance in catching the bad guys.

The girls were all waiting for us when we got out. All of them. Meaning: the little redhead, too.

Dawn took one look at me and smiled warmly before going straight to her boyfriend and giving him a big hug. I was still a little surprised to see the redhead with our friends and even more surprised when she ran straight up and literally launched herself at me. I caught her and staggered as she wrapped her legs around my waist and clutched my neck like her life depended on it. But all I could do was groan in pain as her legs hit my ribs. “Ohh-unnngh!” I gritted my teeth.

“Oh! Sorry! Sorry! Are you hurt?” The girl immediately dropped to the ground and started clucking over my waist, lifting up my shirt while I tried to fend her off in embarrassment.

“Hey! Hey!” I screeched. “I make it a point not to let a girl strip me when I don’t even know her name!”

“Oh! Sorry! I’m Paige! And thank-you-thank-you-thank-you for coming to my rescue! Now are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just ... try not to hit my ribs again.”

“Sorry!” And then the redhead promptly hugged me again, this time trying to reach her arms higher up around my chest, not easy since she was only 5’2”. In the end, she still banged against one of my bruises, but I just grimaced and tried not to show that I was in pain.

“You okay?” I asked and patted her back.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” She pulled away and I was able to see that she had a shiner of her own just under her left eye. And now that I got a better look at her face, I was struck again by how familiar she looked.

Holding her at arms length, I studied the deep blue eyes and facial structure while asking softly, “Do I know you from somewhere?”

Now it was her turn to study my face. “Umm, I don’t think so.” Then she blushed. “Unless we met at a party somewhere,” she giggled.

I frowned and shook my head. Then I asked. “So, what happened back there? Why were those guys grabbing you?”

“Ugh!” Paige humphed. “I met one of them at a house party two days ago. I flirted some and he flirted back. When he saw me again today he wanted me to go to his apartment but I refused. He didn’t exactly like the way I turned him down.”

I arched an eyebrow. “And exactly how was that?” I asked in curiosity.

Paige blushed, her pale skin turning bright pink which only brought out the red in her hair. “I said something on the lines of, ‘A flaccid loser like you wouldn’t know what to do with me in an apartment.’”

My jaw dropped. That was quite a mouthful to be hearing out of such a young and innocent-looking girl. Then when she giggled cutely I was even more struck by the contrast. Hell, this girl looked younger than Brooke.

My stomach growled again and that got Dawn’s attention. “Hungry, boys?” she turned and asked. Both Ryan and I looked at her and nodded. Dawn pointed to where Gwen and Robin were standing five feet away with takeout bags from a taco joint just down the street from the police station.

“It’s not Bongo Burger,” Dawn shrugged. “But it’ll have to do. I think you’ve both got to get to class in less than twenty minutes.”

I checked my watch. Shit. NOT a good start to my college career. I hustled over to Robin and took the nearest bag. I didn’t know what was in it but it would have to do. Ryan grabbed a bag from Gwen.

“Wait!” Paige called from behind me. “Before you go, at least gimme your number!” She pulled a slim silver cell phone out of her tiny purse and immediately started tapping keys.

I shrugged halfway to biting into a burrito and rapidly spat out my cell number. She typed it in and then five seconds later, my own cell phone blared to life in my pocket.

Paige grinned. “That’s me. Promise me you’ll save the number.”

“Umm, uh-huh,” I managed to mumble around a mouthful of carne asada.

The cute redhead bounced while her blue eyes twinkled. “Great! I’ll call you. I’ll have to find some way to reward my hero.”

My eyes popped open. But the pixie-ish girl already had spun away and run out the door.

Okaaaay...

But I didn’t have time to worry about Paige right now. I had to wolf down more food and get to class.

“What happened?” Adrienne looked dismayed as she immediately took notice of the bruises on my face, and my girlfriend jumped off the couch and hustled her way over to me. I barely had time to set my backpack down before she physically yanked me around and onto the couch, no doubt causing even MORE damage, and then started clucking over me like a mother hen.

Dayna just furrowed her eyebrows and looked over at us, her conversation with Adrienne now long forgotten. And Brandi poked her head out of the kitchen where she’d been making dinner for all of us.

“I, uh, got into a fight,” I managed to say, wincing more out of fear for Adrienne’s reaction than my own physical pain.

“WHAT?” My girlfriend barked. “How?”

I sighed. Brandi quit whatever she was doing in the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishtowel the same way our mother always did. Dayna just leaned forward and braced her elbows on her knees. And Dawn, who had arrived home along with me, just shrugged and gestured to me. Yeah, nothing was going to happen in this house until I explained.

So I told them the story. You’d think it wouldn’t take very long. If I was explaining to guys the whole thing probably would have taken less than five minutes. But with a concerned girlfriend, a concerned big sister, and an older girl who just wanted details, it took FOREVER.

Plus, Dawn started adding her own commentary about what she and the girls were doing at the police station while Ryan and I were giving our statements. But then the girls wanted to start all over from the beginning so they could get Dawn’s side of the story, all the way back when I first took off running to stop the scruffy guys in the first place.

My stomach growled again. Note to self: Don’t get into fights. Why? Because you never get to eat when you want to.

Eventually, we got to have dinner and then spread out around the house to do our homework and assigned reading. Since it was the first day of class, we were all earnestly dedicated to doing well and studying hard. It remained to be seen just how dedicated we would still be in another couple of months once the novelty of a new class wore off and new motivations would be required. But for now, we all studied hard.

And then around 11pm, I finally finished up and went to take a shower, eager to just crawl into bed and pass out. My body was exhausted from the fight and a full day and my mind was exhausted from the first extended studying I’d done in a LONG time. Adrienne had finished up before me and I was looking forward to just crawling into bed beside her and spooning until the sun came back up.

But my girlfriend had other ideas. I emerged from the bathroom wearing just a towel around my waist and silently headed into my bedroom. Adrienne had been dozing in bed beneath the covers when I left her to shower, and I’d been expecting her in the same position when I returned.

She was still in bed, but she wasn’t in the same position. She was fully awake now, sitting up in bed while wearing my black button-down dress shirt with white pinstripes. The long hem covered her hips, teasing me with the possibility that she wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath the shirt. And the smile on her face offered a whole world of possibilities.

But I was tired. “Adrienne, I’m exhausted.”

“That’s okay, Ben. I’m happy to do all the work,” she smiled seductively. “Besides, my man deserves a reward for what you did today.”

“No reward necessary. I love you, Adrienne,” I exhaled.

Her eyes twinkled and a smirk tugged at the right corner of her lips. “Then let me put it this way. Knowing my man got into a fight to protect a young girl’s honor is really, really arousing. You’ve got me horny Ben, and I need you to help me out.”

Adrienne knew just how to get to me. If it were just about her offering me pleasure, I could decline and explain that I didn’t need it right now. But the instant my girlfriend told me she needed me, my mind was made up. I couldn’t let her down.

Nodding, I let my towel drop to the floor, my limp penis half-stuck to my thigh from the shower moisture. I simply moved to the bed and sat up against the headboard while Adrienne first came to me and pressed her lips to mine in our passionate nuclear kiss. And after sending tingles up and down my spine with her tongue lodged into my throat, my girlfriend shifted aside and brushed her golden blonde hair behind her ears. And then the stunningly gorgeous babe knelt beside me, bent at the waist, and slurped my prick into her mouth.

It didn’t take long. Tired or not, Adrienne knew just how to suck me and soon my dick was the hardest bone in my body. And then taking me in her right hand to jack me slowly, she tilted her head up to press her lips to mine for a soft, tender kiss. “I love you, Ben.”

“I love you too, Adrienne,” I replied just as sincerely.

My girlfriend beamed happily and then sat back on her heels, slowly unbuttoning the dress shirt. Even though she was no longer actively stroking my dick, I felt myself getting even harder as inch after inch of creamy skin was revealed, exposing the slopes of her cleavage. Adrienne smiled radiantly as she knew she had my full and undivided attention, and at last she pulled the two halves apart to reveal that she was clad in quite the eye-catching set of lingerie.

The bra was mostly black but with white accents, like the cups themselves and elements of the straps. But those white cups were only half-cups, supporting Adrienne’s massive tits but not completely covering them, even leaving the nipples completely exposed. Her breasts were so large that some level of sag was inevitable, but the shelf-bra kept everything so firm, upright, and pressed together that the display was almost overwhelming. Her thong panties were also black with a white upper band, the color almost blending into her pale skin so that the small black triangle appeared to cover even less of her mound than it did. And presently, the statuesque blonde got up on her knees and seductively began sliding the panties down her shapely thighs to expose her freshly-shaven pussy.

My jaw quivered and my mouth watered at the sight of her gorgeous body. All sense of exhaustion was flushed out of me in a sea of adrenaline. How could I possibly think of sleep when I had such a perfect example of female beauty like this before me? Take the face of Aphrodite and place it onto the most incredible Playboy body imaginable, with flat stomach, oversized tits, and boner-inducing shaped hips. Leave that body flushed with sexual desire, wearing only a nipple-exposing shelf-bra, and paired with a face heated in arousal with golden eyes. Picture all that and you just might be able to imagine the situation I found myself in. Even though I’d had sex with Adrienne many, many times, I was still in awe of her stunning magnificence.

I felt in a stupor as she jacked my cock while straddling my hips. And after swiping my engorged mushroom head through her wet labia a few times, Adrienne positioned me at her entrance and then slowly sank down around me.

“Ohhh ... Adrienne...” I groaned as I felt her incredible wetness and tightness surrounding my column of manflesh.

“Do you like that, Ben? Do you love feeling my pussy caressing your cock?” My girlfriend moaned as she began to hump herself up and down on my body.

“Mmm ... Unn-huh...” was all I could moan in response.

“Isn’t this so much better than sleep?” she added, putting her hands on my shoulders for leverage and carefully avoiding any of my bruises.

“Oh, fuck yeah...” I groaned.

“Feel me fucking you, Ben. Feel me giving my entire body to you for your pleasure. Feel you filling an aching need so deep inside me that you and only you can ever fill. I love you, Ben. I’ll always love you. I feel it deep inside.”

“Oh, Adrienne!” I gasped and raised my hands to hold her hips, guiding her thrusts up and down on me.

“Taste my skin, Ben,” she moaned while leaning forward and pressing her tits into my face. “Suck my breasts. I never thought I’d ever have children. But I almost want them just so I can feel you sucking milk out of me. Would you like that Ben? Would you like to taste my milk?”

“Mmm ... baby hungry,” I grunted, my mind swirling with naughty images.

“You’re my baby and so much more. You’re my man. You’re my strong man, always ready to help, always ready to protect. Whether it’s your sister or me or even a strange girl, you’re a noble man, my love. You’re a good man. It’s why I trust you. It’s why I love you. It’s why I want to give myself to you! Feel my pleasure. Feel my body! Feel my tight pussy clenching down on you! Ohhh ... I love you, Ben! You’re gonna make me cum just because I love you! Fuck me now! Thrust into my body! Fuck me, Ben! Fuck me!”

“Oh-ughh!” I grunted while I kicked my hips up off the mattress, driving my cock upwards and deeper into Adrienne’s spasming channel.

“Fuck me!”

“Ugh!”

“FUCK ME!”

“UGH!”

“Yes, I’m cumming! Cum with me! Cum in me!”

“UGH!!!”

“Aaaaahhhhh!” Adrienne’s entire body jerked as her climax shot through her like a lightning bolt. And I was joining her.

“Ughhhh!” I grunted, feeling my balls coil and release as I blasted off inside her, my dick spewing sperm out by the millions to flood her womb in search of an egg. I hoped that might trigger her body’s natural reactions to conceive a child and cause her breasts to begin lactating the way she’d spoken of. Her breasts were massive now. I could only imagine what they’d be like swollen with milk.

“I love you, Ben!” Adrienne screamed. “I love you!”

My body fired jet after jet of cum into her body until there was nothing left to shoot. And as I came down from such an incredible sexual high and the adrenaline rush faded, my previous exhaustion caught up with my body and I simply slumped over into the blackness of sleep.

“Man, what the hell happened to you? You lose another foolish bet?”

I rolled my eyes at a smirking Bert Kim as he stood outside the classroom, staring at my obvious bruises. As a fellow Business major, I knew I’d be seeing much more of the guy. And since he started the teasing comments I decided to mess with him a little in return.

“No, actually,” I replied. “My girlfriend is kind of wild in the sack.”

Bert’s eyes bugged open, especially since Dawn right behind me started giggling. His gaze then turned to her and Dawn immediately held a hand up while trying in vain to stop her laughter. “No, no. I’m not his girlfriend.”

Bert frowned, not yet understanding. After all, Dawn and I obviously seemed so close. But he tried to play it off by punching me in the shoulder and saying to Dawn, “Ah. This guy’s not good enough for you so he settled for someone inferior?”

Dawn laughed at that. “No, no. We’re just friends. We grew up together since infancy. Besides, Ben’s girlfriend is hotter than me.”

I frowned and turned. “She is not.”

“Of course she is.” Dawn shrugged. “Adrienne’s a goddess.”

“And you’re an angel,” I replied.

“Well, don’t goddesses outrank angels?” Dawn grinned.

I frowned. “Now you’re crossing Christianity with Multi-Deity Paganism. Can’t compare apples to oranges.”

“So am I the apple or orange?” Dawn giggled.

I rolled my eyes. This sounded like Adrienne’s Sun and the Moon impossible question. I just ignored her and turned back to Bert, who looked agog at the both of us.

“You sure you’re not together? Cause I swear you’re just pulling my leg right now.” He frowned at the pair of us.

“Really. Just friends.” I held up my hands. “Actually, if you’re not doing anything after class, you should come to lunch with us. I’ll introduce you to Adrienne.”

“Hmm,” Bert nodded thoughtfully.

“And Ben IS pulling your leg about one thing. He’s not all bruised up from sex,” Dawn explained before doing a double-take at me and smiling. “Well, this time he’s not. This boy here jumped three guys who were trying to molest a girl yesterday after class. He rescued her and got a little nicked up for his trouble.”

“Dawnnn...” I drawled, blushing. I felt embarrassed over the whole hero worship thing.

“Really?” Bert asked, his eyes wide again.

“It wasn’t all that heroic. I got my ass handed to me.” I jerked a thumb at Dawn. “Her boyfriend had to come save me.”

“You were doing fine, Ben. It’s just that there were three of them, that’s all.” Dawn rubbed my shoulder.

“Maybe I shouldn’t go to lunch with you guys,” Bert grinned. “Sounds like a whole world of drama if I start hanging out with you.”

I glanced at Dawn before smiling. “You have NO idea.”

Bert did decide to join us for lunch. Like Ryan, he was a commuter who shuttled back and forth on the BART to his home in Fremont. And being such a new guy he hadn’t yet had a chance to really make friends. We were just leaving the classroom to rendezvous with Adrienne and Ryan when my cell phone went off.

At first, I didn’t recognize the number and frowned. But I decided to answer with a tentative, “Hello?”

“Ben! Heyyy! It’s me!” came a familiar voice. But I wasn’t sure of the identity.

“Who is this?”

“Aww, Ben...” She seemed disappointed and whined plaintively, “It’s me! Paige! The girl you rescued...”

I blinked a few times before replying, “Paige? Oh! Hey! Hi. Sorry ... I, uh, must have forgotten to save your number yesterday. Kinda had a lot going on.”

“You forgot me???” Paige pouted, her hurt annoyance obvious even across the fuzzy cellular connection.

“No, no. I didn’t forget YOU. I just forgot to save the number. I’m sorry.” Wait, why the hell was I apologizing?

“That’s okay. You can make it up to me. You HAVE to let me buy you lunch. Are you hungry right now?”

“Hungry?” I turned with furrowed eyebrows to Dawn. “Uh, well, I was about to go get lunch.”

“Great! Where are you? I’ll come meet you right now!”

“Wait, what?” I looked in alarm at Dawn. I had plans to meet with people and my brain was racing to keep up. I didn’t really want to just invite someone to join us without their input.

But thankfully, Dawn knew me well enough to read the confusion on my face and almost mystically understand what was going through my head. Catching my attention, she mouthed, ‘Sure. Let her come.’

“Uh, okay,” I answered into the phone. “Why don’t we meet you in front of Sproul Hall and go from there, okay?”

“Great! See you then!”

Finding a table for six isn’t easy at Berkeley hole-in-the-wall cafés, but Ryan and Adrienne managed to snag it and hold onto it while waiting for the rest of us, since we’d had to wait for Paige to catch up before meeting them. On arrival I immediately hugged and kissed my girlfriend warmly. Then I bumped fists with Ryan and nodded. Ever since we’d gotten into a fight together, most of the remaining tension over Dawn seemed to have evaporated. We weren’t competitors anymore, just brothers-in-arms.

Space was pretty cramped in the café and the six of us were pressed pretty closely together: Adrienne, me, and Paige on one side and then Bert, Dawn, and Ryan on the other. Things were made slightly awkward in that Bert could NOT keep from gawking at Adrienne and Dawn. And it was more awkward for me in that Paige was using the cramped quarters as an excuse to more or less attach herself to my side.

The petite redhead’s presence led her to giving the Cliff Notes version of what had happened yesterday. Adrienne wanted to hear Paige’s side of the story and Bert just seemed rather shocked that the whole thing had actually happened. And Paige was once again dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl, which prompted me to ask about the outfit and how it seemed guaranteed to attract some of the wrong kind of attention.

Paige explained. “This actually IS my uniform. I went to a Catholic all-girl’s high school.”

“Surely you have other clothes, though,” Dawn put in.

“Not many,” Paige shrugged. “My parents were pretty restrictive and since I wore versions of this five days a week, these uniforms are almost the only things I have in my closet.”

But there was a teasing gleam in Paige’s blue eyes when she said this, her attention and focus still on me. I arched an eyebrow and leaned down, a knowing smile on my face. “But ... you ARE fully aware of the effect it seems to have on the guys around you. And I did notice how you shortened the skirt to a length I’m certain would not be appropriate at a Catholic high school.”

Paige blushed beet red. “Well ... I DO kinda like the attention it gets,” she giggled cutely.

Then out of the blue, Adrienne blurted, “Ohmigod!”

In unison, the five of us turned to stare at her. Heck, half the café turned to look at Adrienne’s outburst. My girlfriend had been mostly quiet ever since I’d first introduced Paige to her, and I was certainly surprised now. “What?” I asked.

“I knew you looked familiar from somewhere,” Adrienne turned and looked at Paige. Then my girlfriend nudged me. “Ben? Doesn’t she remind you of Kady?”

“Kady?” I frowned. “Kady Jacobsen?” I hadn’t thought much of the lesbian cheerleader in some time. Brooke still hung out with her so I’d seen the pretty redhead a time or two over the summer, but it took me a second to process. And then [snap], there it was: Dark auburn hair, deep blue eyes, slender face, and elfin ears. Paige DID look like Kady.

“Did you say ‘Kady Jacobsen’?” Paige looked up at me, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Yeah.”

“She’s my cousin. I’m Paige Jacobsen. Her dad and my dad are brothers,” the petite redhead smiled.

Whoa ... Talk about a small world.

“How do you know her?” Paige asked.

“She went to our high school,” Adrienne answered. “She was a cheerleader on one of my squads.”

“Ahh...” Paige grinned and waggled her hand conspicuously, palm-down. “Is she still ... you know ... a little butch?”

I started nodding. ‘Well, she is except for me, ‘ I thought to myself with a naughty smile.

Paige picked up on the smile, frowning and furrowing her eyebrows. “Wait a sec...” Her deep blue eyes shimmered and she lasered her gaze on me, staring intently into the back of my eyes the same way Kady could do from time to time when she really wanted to focus on teasing me. “Ben ... did you know Kady? Or did you... know ... Kady?”

I blushed and turned back to my plate. “No comment.” Technically, I wasn’t lying. But it was still written across my face. I could be pretty bad at this.

“Oh my word!” Paige blurted, once again drawing the attention of half the café. She blushed and looked down until she felt the stares go away. Then she hissed beneath her breath, “Did you really nail her? I thought she was only into girls!”

I sighed. “I’m not talking about it. That’s her business, not yours.”

“Oh, come ON, Ben. I’m her family!”

“Then you’ll have no problem asking her yourself.”

“Oh, poo.”

I grinned. ‘Oh my word’. ‘Poo’. It was pretty quaint and cute.

In any case, we soon managed to change the subject and move on to other topics. In the end, Paige never did get the chance to pay for my lunch, a fact that she reminded me of when we walked out.

“Now you’re gonna have to let me buy you lunch another time!” the petite redhead insisted. She looked adorable in that outfit with her fists on her hips, glaring up at me from her 5’2” height.

“Or...” Paige then lit up as a fresh idea popped into her head. “Maybe I should buy you a dinner!” She glanced at Adrienne. “Not a date or anything. But lunch just seems so cheap. You may have saved my virginity, Ben. That’s pretty special. Can I take you out on Friday?”

My eyes went wide at Paige’s words and her rapid-fire delivery. She was really hitting me with too much information way too fast. Dinner? Friday? Whether ‘date’ or not, I wasn’t about to go to a solo dinner without my girlfriend. And ‘virginity’? There was a word guaranteed to make a guy lock up one way or another.

But Adrienne stepped in before I could reply. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to take Ben out. Give you a chance to see just how special a guy he is.”

Paige beamed.

“But ... he can’t this Friday,” Adrienne apologized. “We’re throwing a house party that night. Sort of a kick off to the new school year.”

Paige’s face fell.

But then Adrienne added, “But you should come! Really, the more the merrier! It’s invitation-only and most of the people will be our roommates’ friends. We need a few more young’uns around.” Then Adrienne smiled radiantly at Bert, who was still staring at her chest. “You too, Bert. You should come.”

Bert’s lower lip quivered, as if in awe that Adrienne had so much as mentioned the word “come”. He’d been quiet for most of the lunch and was now utterly stupefied by the situation he found himself in. I smirked. Sometimes I forgot just what a more ‘normal’ 18-year-old boy was supposed to be like around such gorgeous creatures of femininity.

“Yeah, Bert. You should come.” Dawn added, and Bert flinched at the word “come” again. “We’ll strip you out of that shell.”

His jaw dropped, I think this time at the word “strip”. Ah, poor Bert. But to his credit, he managed to close his mouth, steel his spine, and answer. “Friday. Sure. I’ll be there.”

“You fucking live HERE?”

Bert stood just inside the front door, his jaw on the floor as he surveyed the girls around him. Adrienne and Dawn he’d already seen. Their beauty still sent him into a stupor, but at least he’d had some time to acclimate himself to them.

Dayna walking down the stairs in a sheer tank top that did little to stop her double-D’s from wobbling caused his tongue to roll out; and Bert’s jaw stayed gaping open when I explained she was Dawn’s older sister who lived upstairs. Then Brandi stepping out of the kitchen in a sleeveless blouse and short skirt just made him start hyperventilating even more. It was a college house party, so the girls weren’t exactly in cocktail attire. But their idea of party casual DID tend towards the more revealing sides of their wardrobes.

My big sister looked at me while I gave her the signal that this one was ripe for teasing. Brandi giggled and meandered by, pinching Bert’s cheek and smiling. “He’s a cute one. Can I borrow him?” Brandi’s tongue snaked out across her lower lip and she gave the boy her best smokily seductive expression. I’m surprised the poor guy didn’t cream his jeans right then and there.

And it would only get worse.

The doorbell rang and I turned to get it. I opened the door and a stunning vision greeted me. “Felicia! Hey! You’re here early!”

“Couldn’t wait to see you, Ben!” The gorgeous 22-year-old fashion model stepped through the door, looking like a walking wet-dream in some slinky sleeveless dress that hugged her willowy body and ended just a scant inch below her ass. Her big, expressive pale blue eyes fixed straight on me as she walked forward, capturing my head in her hands and planting a soft kiss on my lips. No tongue, nothing too hyper-sexual, but certainly pushing the boundaries of a “friendly kiss”.

I smiled at the pretty brunette when she pulled away. “How have you been?”

“Good, good. I’m getting a lot of work right now. Busy-busy-busy,” Felicia replied.

“Didn’t take you too long to get here?”

“Nah. San Francisco is just a hop away. I’m sharing a flat downtown with two other models from my agency.” Felicia giggled. “I should bring you by sometime. I could use your help at seducing them.”

I grinned and Felicia’s eyes sparkled. And then her gaze turned to the side and she moved forward to hug my girlfriend. “Hi, Adrienne. Thanks for the invite.”

Adrienne blushed. “No problem. You should actually thank Dawn. It was her idea.”

Dawn stepped forward next and exchanged hugs with Felicia. And then almost deferentially, Felicia cast her eyes downward. “Thank you, Dawn,” the brunette said respectfully.

The sunny blonde almost condescendingly patted the brunette’s shoulder. “You’re welcome.” There was a formality to the way that Dawn and Felicia were acting, as if the old dom/sub relationship from camp still had influence. But then Felicia picked her head up and smiled. Adrienne then grabbed the older girl and dragged her off to the kitchen to grab a drink and catch up. Pretty girls always loved to talk.

Dayna then meandered by, bumping her hip into Dawn’s. “Hey sis. I know you told me, but I never really believed it,” she said while nodding toward Felicia.

Dawn giggled. “Oh it was easy. Once Ben fucked her brains out, it was a simple matter to go in and re-wire her new brains to my liking.”

Dayna laughed and the two Evans sisters turned and headed off, leaving me alone with Bert, who had very clearly heard Dawn’s last comment.

“Dude ... what planet are you from?” My new classmate stared up at me, his eyes wide open.

On a whim I threw him the Vulcan salute. “I mean you no harm,” I smirked while speaking in a robotic voice. “I merely come to have intercourse with your females.”

Bert looked like he thought I was dead serious. I just laughed and then patted him on the back and steered him back into the room. “C’mon, man. I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

The house party was nothing like I’d ever seen in a movie. Actually, it wasn’t even anything like some of the high school parties I’d been to. For one thing, there was no dance floor. We were pumping music, but everyone was just sitting or standing around chatting and drinking. To me, it seemed less “party” and more “social gathering”. With most of the upperclassmen, they were simply reuniting after a long summer and were eager to catch up with old friends.

Besides, our rented house just wasn’t that big and there were only about twenty-five people in attendance: the five of us roommates, Ryan, Gwen, Robin, Felicia, Bert, Paige, and a smattering of Dayna and Brandi’s friends.

Lynne Arian had also come to visit. The petite brunette was attending school across the bay at Stanford; and while two or three of the older Cal students gave her a hard time about it when they found out, everyone treated her nicely. And while Lynne was very pretty, Bert seemed relieved to meet a friend of mine who wasn’t an Amazonian goddess.

“Hey, I’m Bert.” He held out his hand.

“Bert?” Lynne gave my new friend a funny look and shook it.

The guy blushed and stammered nervously, “Yeah. Nickname kinda stuck in grade school. I know it’s about as sexy as ‘Sheldon’...”

“Sheldon?” Lynne arched her eyebrows.

“Oh, uh...” Bert fumbled. “When Harry Met Sally reference.”

“Dude,” I rolled my eyes at Bert. “You did NOT just mention ‘When Harry Met Sally’ upon meeting a girl for the first time. Besides, how OLD is that movie?”

Bert went pale white. Casanova, he was not.

But Lynne just giggled. “You’re really cute, you know that? I LOVE that movie.” Then she affected a funny accent, saying, “Pecan pie...”

Some of the color finally returned to Bert’s face. But then Lynne looked at me again and noticed my bruises. “Ben, what happened to you?”

I shrugged. “My girlfriend is kind of wild in the sack.”

Lynne giggled and elbowed Adrienne. But then I told her the truth and the shorter girl promptly stepped forward and bopped me in the forehead, having to reach up to do so.

“Oww!” I staggered back, holding my head. I still had a bruise there as well.

“Ben! There are other ways of dealing with things than getting into fights!” Lynne scolded. “Didn’t the whole mess with Drew Walker teach you that? You got suspended!”

I shrugged and winced away my forehead pain. Drew had been worth it. The bastard deserved to be castrated for what he did to Brooke. I growled, “The guy started it by hitting Paige. What was I supposed to do? Just let him?”

“There were THREE of them!”

“I didn’t know that at the time!”

Paige appeared out of nowhere, interposing herself between me and Lynne. “Hey, lay off,” she barked heatedly at the other girl. “Ben’s a hero.”

Lynne sighed. “This hero complex you’ve got is going to get you into trouble one day, Ben.” She looked apologetically to Paige. “I’m glad he was there for you, but I worry for his safety, too.”

Paige frowned and lasered her gaze onto Lynne, searching into the brunette’s eyes while the brunette squirmed. “Wait...” Paige began slowly. “Did you two ever... ?”

Lynne blushed and looked away. “We’re just friends.”

Paige’s eyes popped open. “Jeez, Ben! Is there anyone here you haven’t slept with?”

Bert lined up next to Paige with almost the same expression on his face.

I just blushed and grabbed Adrienne’s hand. “Uh, you need another drink, honey?” I jerked a thumb towards the kitchen.

“What? And miss seeing the look on your face?” Adrienne grinned and slid alongside Paige and Bert to mime their wide-eyed expressions.

I just sighed.

I’m not exactly sure what kind of first impressions I thought I’d make on people I’d just met. In general, I wanted to appear confident and intelligent: a guy who had his shit together. College was supposed to be about fresh starts, an opportunity to debut into the world as an independent adult free of any baggage from one’s hometown, family, or any other ties to the past. New town, new life, new identity.

For one, I no longer had my old high school reputation as a Casanova. For the past two years, that reputation had simultaneously driven three-quarters of the female population away from me in terror that I might somehow seduce them against their will while also bringing the other 25% right to me in the hope that I might seduce them and give them the greatest sexual experience of their lives.

But this was a city 500-miles away, and I was just a lowly freshman. Instead of 2,000 high-schoolers there were 35,000 people attending Berkeley. That’s practically a small city of its own. And with about a 54% female percentage, that meant close to 20,000 girls. Yeah, technically, I had a lot of options. But also, the sheer size meant it would be much more difficult for them all to network and spread rumors about me. And while a part of me had enjoyed the Casanova rep, it often proved more trouble than it was worth. So I was looking forward to being just “Ben”.

But sometimes, your past follows you into the future. I made it a point to never talk about my sexual conquests. The girls around me didn’t quite share the same philosophy.

First was Paige. Here was a girl I’d literally met just days ago under rather extreme circumstances. I never intended for her to learn the gory details of my sexual history, but she now seemed on a minor mission to dig into my past. Adrienne, as my girlfriend, was obvious. Dawn had already admitted that we’d dated in the past, even though we were just friends now. There was the comment about fucking Felicia’s brains out. And Paige had her suspicions about Kady and now Lynne. And on top of them were Gwen and Robin. Gwen hadn’t been shy about confirming that she and I had fucked in the past. Paige didn’t know whether to be more surprised that Gwen had also slept with me or that Robin hadn’t. So even though Paige hadn’t personally experienced me, she was going around the room stirring up the conversations about my sexual history.

Then there was Felicia. The gorgeous, older fashion model was a big hit with Brandi’s and Dayna’s friends, both male and female. She was a social butterfly and flirted with everyone, regaling them with stories of a cosmopolitan life in San Francisco. And when asked about how she knew the people in the house, Felicia had for some reason decided to both explain that she knew us from summer camp as well as comment that I, Ben, had been the most fantastic lover she’d ever met.

And hell, there was even Dayna. While the eldest Evans daughter wasn’t so brazen as to tell everyone that she was currently fucking me every opportunity she got, she wasn’t shy about telling her girlfriends that she HAD bedded me in the past and come away quite pleased with the experience.

Despite that, I was trying to keep a lid on things. I started by trying to cool down Paige. She and Bert were chatting rather animatedly with Gwen and Robin, digging for details about my previous relationship with Dawn. They weren’t being that quiet and I knew other people could overhear if they wanted. So I stepped in and told the petite redhead, “Hey, nobody likes a gossip.”

“I do,” Gwen chirped while grinning at me seductively.

“What, can’t take the heat?” Robin smirked.

“Got something to hide, Ben?” Paige looked up at me sweetly.

Bert just looked wide-eyed at everything being discussed.

“Paige, please?” I sighed and canted my eyebrows. “Look, I know we barely know each other and you’re really, really curious to find out more about me. So let’s sit down and talk sometime, huh? Can you just cool down the inquisition for now? Please? For me?”

The instant I said the word “please”, Paige’s deep blue eyes softened and she smiled. “Of course, Ben. For you, anything...” There was a hint of a promise in her eyes, and danger signs flashed in the back of my brain. I loved Adrienne and I was still-emotionally drained from trying to organize my feelings for Dawn. The LAST thing I needed was a lovestruck Paige pursuing me full on.

I sighed. “Well, in that case, put down the beer.”

“What?” The petite redhead hiccupped and furrowed her eyebrows, glancing at the can of Bud she held in her small hand.

I sighed. “Have you ever had beer before, Paige?”

She rolled her eyes. “It was a private school, not a prison.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Paige giggled and wobbled just a bit.

“But not very often, have you?”

Paige hiccupped again. “What makes you say that?”

Great. Lightweight. Hell, Paige probably didn’t even weigh a hundred pounds. “How many of those have you drunk, Paige?”

“I dunno. Three? Four? Six?”

I sighed. “Paige, no more. I’m cutting you off.”

“What? You’re not my dad.”

“You said you’d do anything for me.”

“This is rididiculuslus!” she protested. I winced at her attempt on the word ridiculous.

Sighing, I looked at Gwen, Robin, and Bert. “Keep her out of trouble, will ya?” Then I pointed at Bert. “If she hurls, I’m making you clean it up.”

“Wha—?” Bert jerked his head back, looking a little pink himself.

I shook my head. One down, two to go.

I found Felicia in the backyard, a glass tumbler filled with an amber liquid in hand as she chatted up two of Dayna’s girlfriends.

“Ooh, speak of the devil...” Felicia drawled, a slight slur in her voice as she turned and grinned at me. Those big pale blue eyes were smoking in their steely grey as the gorgeous older woman looked ready to pounce on me.

“Felicia...” I said in a low voice with just a hint of a warning in my tone. “Have you been spreading rumors about me again?”

“Rumors? They aren’t rumors if they’re all true.” Felicia giggled, and the other two girls joined in as well.

I frowned, but the beautiful model smiled enigmatically and let her eyes simmer on me. “Relax, Ben. I’m just buffing up your reputation a little bit.”

Steeling my spine I reached a hand forward to the two other girls. “Hi, I’m Ben, Brandi’s little brother. Don’t believe a word this girl says,” I head-nodded to Felicia.

The 5’6” Asian girl reached her hand out first. “Angela Chan,” she smiled with a twinkle in her eyes. “We don’t need to believe Felicia. Dayna’s already talked a lot about you.”

I raised my eyebrows but Angela dropped my hand and I offered it to the 5’10” curly-haired bottle-blonde with really big tits. “Monique St. Claire,” the second girl said in a huskier voice, with just a trace of a French accent. “Don’t worry. It’s all been very good.”

Angela then smirked. The corners of her lips tugged upwards while she obviously let her brown eyes run up and down my body. “You’re cute, Ben. And if you’re half as good as Dayna and Felicia say, we just might find ourselves visiting the house a little more often, eh, Monique?”

The bottle-blonde looked me up and down as well, her own dark eyes sparkling beneath slightly thicker brown eyebrows. “Oui-oui.”

“Back off bitches,” Felicia grinned without any heat in her voice as she slid behind me. “This one’s got a waiting list.” And then without warning, Felicia shoved her hand into my shorts, quickly finding my cock and wrapping her fingers around my member.

I gasped and jerked, torn between trying to remain calm and spinning around to hide myself from Dayna’s friends. In the end, my eyebrows just popped wide open and I reached down to grab Felicia’s wrist and tug her hand out of my shorts. “Not here, Felicia.”

“So later then? That a promise?” she purred into my ear from behind.

I pasted a smile on my face while looking nervously at Angela and Monique, who both watched at rapt attention. “We’ll see,” I hedged.

Felicia released me. Then she brought up her other hand and pressed two fingers into my mouth. I quickly realized that the digits were coated with pussy juice, probably her own. And automatically I sucked on the sweet flavor. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, Ben,” she sighed, looking ready to melt onto the ground.

Angela and Monique glanced at each other before Angela grinned and asked, “How do we sign up?”

Feeling like a piece of meat, I did my best to maintain my confidence while three pretty girls flirted with me before I managed to find an excuse to retreat.

So much for a fresh start. I didn’t even bother trying to talk down Dayna. My reputation had already been carved into the cement.

I was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by all the new people around. Gwen, Robin, Bert, Paige, Angela, Monique, and on and on and on. I couldn’t keep the names of all of Brandi’s and Dayna’s friends straight and I knew that after this night, I was going to have to slow down and get to know some of these people at a more sedate pace. I supposed it was just how the first few days of college goes for everyone: Too many new faces in too short a time.

Plus, of the couple dozen people at the house, the vast majority were female — more than a 2 to 1 ratio. So after being ogled and appraised by a dozen upperclassmen girls who all seemed to have been informed of my sexual prowess, I decided to spend more time meeting the guys. And as fate would have it, all of us “boyfriends” ended up talking together. I was Adrienne’s boyfriend and Ryan was Dawn’s, but this was some of the first extended time either of us spent with Brandi’s and Dayna’s guys.

Matt Kanemura was Brandi’s boyfriend. The 6’1” Hawaiian was an exotic mix of Japanese, German, and Swedish. His longish hair was a spectrum of colors ranging from blonde to black and every shade of brown in between. He wore a loose linen button-down shirt on a lanky frame, and every time I’d seen him he wore the same puka shell necklace. We’d first been introduced when classes started and he arrived to take Brandi out. Then and now, I felt rather awkward around the guy, aware I’d been intimate with his girlfriend without his knowledge. But Matt seemed to just chalk it off to freshman nervousness and your run-of-the-mill little brother syndrome. He was friendly and low-pressure in a laid-back Hawaiian way.

Dayna’s current “boys” were Aaron Collins and Kevin Weiss. Both were tall, well-built, and handsome. Both were fully aware that theirs was not an exclusive relationship with Dayna and in fact, both were free to date other girls, although such an occurrence usually killed the Dayna-hookups. Their deals were pure booty calls for Dayna, at her beck and call, sometimes even together at the same time. She held all the power and the guys didn’t seem to mind one bit. Neither guy had been around for more than a year and while Dayna hadn’t spread around that she’d also been boinking me the past week, in the interest of honesty she HAD admitted such to these two.

“How does your girlfriend deal with that?” Aaron was asking me. “What with you schtupping the hot blonde upstairs...”

I shrugged. “You’d have to ask Adrienne.”

Aaron grinned and glanced across the room where Adrienne was walking out of the kitchen with Dawn and Lynne. “I just might,” he leered. “I don’t suppose she likes to play outside of your little sandbox, too...”

I frowned and narrowed my eyes, feeling a green flash of jealousy. “No. She doesn’t,” I said rather abruptly.

“Hey, hey,” Aaron held his hands up. “No offense, man. If that babe was mine I wouldn’t let her out of the house without a chastity belt.”

Kevin snorted his beer and I rolled my eyes. I glanced over a Adrienne. Sure, she more or less let me screw every hot babe who showed an interest. Hell, she’d encouraged me more often than not. But so far she herself had shown no inclination to ‘play outside of our sandbox’ as Aaron had put it. And I wondered just how I’d react if and when she finally did.

Matt actually jumped in to my rescue. “Hey, leave the kid and his girlfriend alone,” he drawled. “If nothing else, you don’t want to annoy Dayna and give her a reason to cut you off... again.”

Aaron burped and then crushed his beer can against his own forehead. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. And what would you know about what Dayna wants? She tell you the last time she joined you and that hot girlfriend of yours?”

Matt rolled his eyes.

“Only one thing matters to that slut: How well you fuck! Long as I keep pounding the shit outta her whenever she gets the urge, I’m gravy,” Aaron said a little too loudly. “Don’t matter if I piss her off. She knows ain’t no fucker here can fuck her like I fuck her.”

Kevin leaned in and whispered harshly, “Dude, cool it.”

I also growled crossly, “She’s not a slut, and I’ll thank you not to call her that.”

Aaron kept going, cracking another beer can open. “That Dayna’s a hellcat. Grade One nymphomaniac if I ever saw one. I just wish I could figure out a way to tie her down and make her mine. Course, I might die from excessive ejaculation if you know what I mean.” He hiccupped, and then smirked at Ryan. “I’m curious, man. Did she ever show up to give you the sisters fantasy?”

Ryan blinked. “I don’t talk about that sort of thing.”

Aaron grinned. “Sounds like a ‘yes’ to me!” he crowed.

“That’s a ‘I don’t talk about it’,” Ryan corrected with a clenched jaw.

“Dude,” Kevin patted Aaron on the shoulder. “I think you’ve had enough to drink, man.”

“Fuck!” Aaron grunted, standing up a little unsteadily. “I think I’ll go ask her myself.”

Matt and Kevin sighed. Ryan glared. And I just kept my mouth shut as the boorish Junior turned and staggered away. We all watched him go and then let an awkward silence fall over us.

Matt broke the silence first. “So Ben, Brandi tells me you and Dawn are gunning for the Undergraduate Business Program.”

“Yeah, uh, you’re already in, right?” I picked my head up.

“Yep,” Matt nodded. “Who’d you get for UGBA10?”

I was just about to answer when a little danger signal went up in the back of my head. Aaron had said ‘I think I’ll go ask her myself.’ Initially, I’d assumed the “her” meant Dayna. But with alarm, I realized the “her” meant Dawn. I suppose I could have been wrong, but I wasn’t. I was SURE of it. Immediately, I jumped to my feet. “Ah, hell.”

Matt frowned. “What is it?”

I turned and looked at Ryan. “Dawn.” And then I half-ran back into the house.

Sure enough, Aaron Collins was just outside Dawn’s bedroom. He trapped her with both hands against the wall on either side of her head, exhaling his noxious breath right into her face. And with a look of fear, my beautiful best friend shrunk back, looking like she wanted to melt into the wall.

I ran up, feeling an odd sense of déjà vu, and barked, “Hey!”

By now, Aaron had grabbed Dawn’s ass while she cowered away from him. The drunk guy jerked his hand away at my shout and turned to face me with a deer in the headlights look.

I pushed him back and away from Dawn, getting him separated a good couple of feet away from her. And then Ryan was blitzing past me to grab Aaron by his shirt and bodily yank the guy away, slamming him into the opposite wall.

The commotion alerted everyone around, Felicia and Monique poking their heads in from the living room. Gwen and Robin appeared in Dawn’s doorway. My bedroom with Adrienne at the other end of the short hallway popped open and Adrienne, Lynne, Paige, and Bert also looked out. And after thirty seconds of Ryan growling something unintelligible at Aaron, Dayna and some other friends came around as well.

“What’s going on?” Dayna stared at Ryan and Aaron.

Ryan just physically pulled Aaron off the wall and shoved the guy towards Dayna. “Tell your boy-toy to keep his hands off my girlfriend.”

Dayna’s eyes went wide open. “Did you touch Dawn?”

“Dayna, please,” Aaron mumbled.

“Did you touch my little sister?”

“Well, I—”

“Get out,” Dayna said coldly.

“Dayna!”

“Go home, Aaron.”

“Fucking bitch,” the guy grunted and suddenly Dayna rushed forward, slapping the guy’s face loud enough for the sound to carry through the whole house.

“Go HOME, Aaron.” Dayna’s voice was the definition of ‘Hell Hath No Fury’.

The guy wizened up and left. I’d find out two days later that Dayna indeed cut Aaron off, this time permanently. She’d find another boy-toy if she wanted later.

After that, most all the upperclassmen cleared out, leaving just Dawn’s friends in one doorway and mine in the other, along with me, Ryan, Dawn, and Dayna in the hallway.

“How’d you know?” Ryan asked me.

“Huh?”

“How’d you know she was in trouble?” Ryan nodded to Dawn, who was now curled up beneath his arm.

I looked over and my eyes met Dawn’s. Time slowed down for a moment as her blue eyes sparkled, communicating all her gratitude to me with a purity of emotion that filled my heart. She smiled. I smiled. And the world once again made sense.

I looked back to Ryan, shrugging and saying, “I just knew.”

And then Dawn and I were smiling at each other again.

Just when it felt like I’d averted one disaster, another one nearly sprung up while I was distracted.

Content that Dawn was safe and seeing that Adrienne was in some animated, friendly conversation with Monique and Brandi, I went in search of my other freshman friends. Along the way, I passed Bert, who was chatting in Korean with Angela Chan. Her pronunciation was off, as it wasn’t her native language. But she was showing all the signs of obvious flirting and Bert was surprisingly relaxed and confident, given his normally nervous and geeky behavior. Ah, alcohol, the social lubricant.

In any case, I headed up the stairs on a whim, getting halfway up when I heard an alarmed, high-pitched, “Hey, hey! No! I didn’t say you could do that!”

I recognized the voice: Paige.

Nightmares of what happened to Brooke at Drew Walker’s house flared in my mind and suddenly my legs were churning up the stairs. I burst into Brandi’s bedroom where I found one of the guys with his tongue in Paige’s mouth and a hand inside her blouse.

“Hey!” I barked for what seemed like the fifteenth time in two days.

A muscular Asian guy with spiky blonde hair turned around. “What the fuck?”

It took me a second to remember his name but in the meantime, I marched forward and bodily jerked the guy back by his shoulders. “Get the FUCK away from her! ... Alan!” I added his name at the end once it finally came to me.

“Whoa! Whoa! Relax, man! We weren’t doing anything! Fucking hell, she invited me up here!”

My eyes popped open as I glared at Paige, who was using both hands to keep her blouse closed since it was no longer buttoned. Now somewhat frightened, the little redhead in the schoolgirl outfit seemed even younger and more vulnerable, spiking the protective instinct in me. “Whatever, Alan. I heard her protesting and if the girl says ‘no’, that’s it. Right?”

Alan rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. Whatever. Girl’s a fucking tease anyways.” Then he brushed past me and out the door.

“Paige!” I turned back to the redhead, exasperated. “I told you not to get into trouble!”

“I wasn’t in trouble!” she protested, still clutching her blouse. “I’m not a little girl! I’m eighteen! I knew what I was getting into!”

Shades of Brooke fell over me, only making my protective instincts even stronger. “And just what did you think you were getting into up here? Were you planning on fucking him?”

“NO!”

“Well Alan certainly seemed to think so,” I said a little harshly. Then I caught myself and calmed the tone in my voice. “Were you even planning to let him inside your shirt?”

“No ... I ... I just thought we’d do some kissing,” Paige moaned. “I haven’t kissed many boys, you know.”

I sighed. “I’m not surprised.”

“Is it that obvious?” Paige suddenly looked up at me with big blue eyes and grabbing my hands. “That I’m a virgin?”

I blinked a few times, “Uh, uh...” How do you answer that? “Not exactly, no. I mean, I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t already told me at lunch that day.”

“I TRY to act like I know what I’m doing,” she pouted, moisture forming in her eyes.

Ah, hell, the LAST thing I wanted was a crying girl on my hands. I wrapped my arm around her, trying not to notice that I could see her bra-clad breasts now rather obviously through her unbuttoned blouse. “Shh ... It’s okay, Paige. It’s okay...”

“I mean, how am I supposed to know how far a guy is expecting me to go?”

“They ALL want to go all the way, baby,” I sighed.

“Even you?”

“Me? No. I’m just your friend. I’ve got a girlfriend.”

“But I’d let you, Ben...” Paige hummed softly, leaning against my arm.

I jerked back. “Paige, you’re a virgin.”

“And what if I want to give it to you?” She drunkenly blinked several times, a rather hopeful expression on her face.

Ah, HELL. My mind started racing again. “Paige, Paige ... that’s something you need to think about and give to someone who’s really special to you.”

“YOU’RE special to me, Ben. You’re my hero.” The cute redhead was looking up at me with big blue eyes, shimmering with moisture. “I can’t think of ANYONE else I’d rather give my virginity to than you!”

“Wait, wait...” I stammered, looking for an out. I did NOT need this right now. “Paige, you’re drunk.”

“So?”

“So you’re not thinking straight. What do you even know about sex? They teach that in Catholic school?”

Paige snorted, “No, not at all. But I sure figured out some stuff on my own,” she giggled.

“How?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

She giggled again. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t know stuff.”

“Paige ... I—”

She cut me off by pressing her lips to mine. She didn’t move them, just pressing really hard and snaking her tongue out to meet mine. My own alcohol-slowed body reacted instinctively and for a second, I found myself kissing back. Hey, for an inexperienced kid, Paige was a pretty decent kisser.

But then my brain caught up and I pulled back. “Paige! Paige! Wait!”

“What? I want to, Ben. I want you,” she panted.

I grimaced, tasting the thick aroma of alcohol on her breath. And as I looked at her face her irises began to wobble.

“You are SO drunk.” I wrapped her up in my arm again, tugging her upright. “Come on. We’ve got to sober you up. And THEN we’ll talk about this.”

“Bennn...” she whined, sounding like Eden. And the instant I made that association all trace of sexual arousal for the little girl died. I would NOT be doing anything further with the young redhead.

Putting on a stern expression, I stated flatly, “Food. Water. Come on.”

“Wait,” Paige suddenly stopped. Her cheeks bulged and she bent over, looking ready to hurl.

Ah, hell. Quickly, I practically picked up her light weight and carried her to the bathroom shared by Dayna and Brandi. I got her kneeling over the toilet just in time as her face turned purple and then a torrent of puke came pouring out of her mouth to splash rather disgustingly into the water.

Well, I supposed this could have turned out worse.

After cleaning up Paige’s face, I told Adrienne I’d be right back and personally escorted the young girl back to her dorm. I made note of the location and found that her roommate had gone home for the weekend. Then I tucked her into bed and kissed her forehead softly before returning back to my house.

The mood had changed quite a bit while I was gone. Now as I said before, a college house party isn’t like anything I’d ever seen before. But as the evening went past midnight, it certainly took a turn towards the wild abandon I’d seen in the movies.

First, the weather turned colder and people came in from the back yard. With the increased noise in the living room, my roommates started coming out of their bedrooms along with friends to see what the commotion was. Even Brandi and Dayna, who’d been holding court in Dayna’s room most of the evening, came down.

Now a few individuals in a small group are relatively civilized. People hold conversations with each other, use complete sentences, and make well thought-out comments. However, put those same people in a large group, everyone vying for some level of attention, and the whole dynamic changes. Conversations become shouted statements. Complete sentences become short phrases. And well thought-out comments become crude remarks. We became a party mob.

Food was long gone. Alcohol was still plentiful. And as people got drunker without any food to absorb it, inhibitions started falling away. And amongst a core group of trusted friends, even the girls started to act like drunken frat boys.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!”

“I’m sooo wasted!”

“Fuck I’m horny!”

A hot, copper-redhead named Kerri Trainor wound up flat on her back on top of the dining table. She pulled up her tank top to reveal a flat belly while Julie Carpenter, a pretty brunette with a wide mouth, squirted chocolate sauce in an irregular circle around Kerri’s navel. And then a petite Asian girl named Marian Liu poured Jim Beam whiskey into the center.

And to the cheers of a dozen girls and a few guys, Julie first dipped her mouth down to slurp up as much whiskey as possible from Kerri’s belly before licking up nearly half of the chocolate sauce. Marian went next, trying in vain to capture some of the whiskey that had leaked past the chocolate barrier and run down Kerri’s sides to land on the table. And then both Julie and Marian threw all further caution to the wind, licking and slurping with abandon while Kerri squealed in ticklish laughter.

The volume only went up even higher when Julie collected a bunch of chocolate on her tongue and extended it into Kerri’s mouth, the two girls meeting in a sloppy, passionate kiss.

The girls turned and smiled drunkenly at the attention. And then Dayna was tossing Kerri a dishtowel and quickly sliding herself into the same position while pointing at Angela and Monique. “My turn!”

A few minutes later, I felt my shorts get rather stiff when Monique pushed her chocolate filled tongue into Dayna’s mouth. And the roar was almost deafening when Dayna giggled and raised her tank top and bra up to bare her big tits, hooting and jiggling her torso to make those puppies dance.

A hand slid over the bulge in my shorts and Adrienne’s voice was suddenly in my ear. “You’d better save this for me tonight, Tiger.”

“Will do,” I promised as I glanced over to see my gorgeous girlfriend beaming at me. She raised both her hands to my cheeks and then leaned in to kiss me.

The hand on my crotch tightened around the bone in my shorts. Belatedly, I started to wonder: If Adrienne had both her hands on my face, then who was grabbing my dick?

I tensed and a musical voice giggled behind me. I turned to see Felicia standing there, looking absolutely beautiful with those big blue eyes staring deep into mine. “Hey there, handsome.” She gave my cock an extra squeeze for good measure.

Adrienne’s voice was in my ear again. “Oh, and I invited Felicia to spend the night with us. She’s been drinking and I don’t want her to have to go home in this condition. You don’t mind, do you, Tiger?”

While it seemed to get close three different times, the party never quite devolved into an orgy. There were just too many people around and while a lot of skin got exposed, nothing got too out of hand. Perhaps the closest was when Marian Liu shoved her hand into Brett Benson’s jeans, obviously jacking his cock while he stuck a hand into her tube top. But then Tracy McMillan also shoved her hand into Marian’s tube top and Marian squirmed away, laughing gaily.

Bert Kim seemed to be in a perpetual state of shock. The party was quite possibly the wildest experience of his young life, and I’m sure he would forever remember the little sequence of beer-chugging contests between some of the Junior-class girls where the loser would have to flash their boobs to the whole room. Hell, Dayna won twice and flashed us anyways. Gwen even joined in, although she won her contest and I missed out on a chance to see her tits again.

In the end, Gwen and Robin headed out with some older girls and one of the guys to make sure they got back to their dorm. Ryan was going to spend the night with Dawn. Matt with Brandi. And I’m sure Dayna had Kevin in her bedroom, if not others as well. And both Bert and Lynne were going to crash on the couches.

Only after I was sure my friends and family were taken care of did I finally let Adrienne drag me back to our bedroom. And no sooner had she closed the door than I turned around and let my jaw drop to the floor.

I’d seen a good bit of nudity in the past couple of hours, having glimpses of several very nice pairs of breasts. But there’s a key difference between tit-flashes in the middle of a drunken party and a gorgeous, naked female, putting herself out on full, uninterrupted display for YOU.

Clothed, Felicia Clarkson was absolutely gorgeous.

Naked, Felicia Clarkson was a wet dream come true.

Naked, blindfolded, and bound, Felicia Clarkson nearly made me cum in my shorts.

The only articles Felicia was still wearing were her strappy high-heels and jewelry. The slinky dress was a puddle on the floor and her black thong panties had been laid out on the bed. She knelt upright on top of the mattress, her spine erect and her healthy tits thrust forward and upward, the nipples diamond-hard. Her wrists were cuffed in front of her with her hands raised up and pressed together as if praying. The blindfold obscured the upper half of her face while her flowing brown hair cascaded down to cover her shoulders. And the wide-band leather collar was connected to a leash that Adrienne now went and took hold of.

“Do you like what you see, Tiger?” Adrienne smiled at me.

I just grunted and started removing my shirt, a single purpose in mind. And less than a minute later, Felicia was pinned on her back, her high-heeled feet hooked behind my neck while I pounded into her pussy with wild abandon. The gorgeous brunette’s hands were stretched back behind her head where Adrienne was currently fastening them to the headboard. And my fashion model sex-slave screamed her pretty little head off, begging me to drive my cock even deeper into her willing body.

“Yes! Yes, you fucking stud!” Felicia crowed, thrashing her head left and right, looking so helpless with the blindfold covering half her face. “Deeper! Harder! Use me! Abuse me! Fuck me until I can’t breathe!”

Picking up on the “breathe” comment, I reached forward with my left hand, wrapping it around her neck and squeezing gently. Felicia started gasping for oxygen, feeling herself being strangled and her mouth flopped open while she arched her back and came as hard as I’d ever seen her.

Her pussy clamped down on my invading prick, holding on and not letting go while her entire body went NUTS beneath me. Like a fish flopping on the deck, Felicia’s mouth flapped open and closed while she wriggled and bucked and trembled under my heavy weight. I felt a rush of adrenaline having her so helpless beneath me, and it took all my focus and concentration to make sure I didn’t squeeze her neck too hard. With the blindfold, I couldn’t even see the expression on Felicia’s face to know whether she was having the greatest orgasm of her life or truly panicking with fear of death.

So I took my cues from her body. Her hips kept bucking at me while her pussy kept spasming around my cock, copious amounts of fluid squirting out of her to moisten my thighs. And when I figured she’d had enough, I let go of her neck and let the poor girl flop back onto the bed, like that gasping fish going limp in death with only a few final spastic twitches, her wrists still cuffed together to the headboard behind her.

“Holy fuuuuck...” Felicia gasped, her chest rising and falling dramatically while I let her legs fall to the bed. I settled my own weight on my elbows and knees, backing off enough to nip my lips at her nipples and kiss her forehead gently.

“FUCK I missed you, Ben,” Felicia finally exhaled when she’d caught her breath. “And I’m glad I had a month off. You woulda killed me if I hadn’t had time to recover from our last encounter.”

I grinned and the gorgeous brunette pulled my face down to hers for a passionate kiss. But she could only keep it up for a few seconds before having to pull away and gasp for more oxygen. Felicia’s jaw went slack in exhaustion and she turned her head. “Tap me out, please.”

A fully-naked Adrienne was suddenly by my side, first removing Felicia’s handcuffs and letting the well-fucked brunette remove her own blindfold. And then my girlfriend was pushing on my hips and rolling me onto my back where my proudly erect cock stuck straight up like a flagpole. “Aww, you saved it for me!” Adrienne grinned happily.

“You asked me to.” I smiled in return. And then I looked up in sheer bliss as I saw my stunningly beautiful girlfriend. Her big round breasts were proudly bared to my gaze. I admired her flat tummy. And her toned thighs flexed beautifully as she straddled me.

Adrienne’s left hand fisted my cock and aimed while she spread her own labia with her right. And then slowly, the girl I loved so dearly took me happily into her body. “Ooh ... so full, Ben. I love this feeling, the first moment of taking you inside of me.”

“I love it too, Adrienne,” I hummed as I reached up to palm both her massive tits.

“I’ll always love you, Ben. Forever and always.” Moisture began filling her eyes as she stared down at me. And all the while she continued bouncing up and down, fucking herself upon my rigid pole. “This body is yours to take whenever you want it. Take me now. Take me now!”

Seizing the moment, I rolled Adrienne over which dislodged my prick for a few seconds. But it was only for a few seconds as I grabbed her legs and rammed my dick into her once again, slamming my cock to the hilt in a single thrust.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!” the sexy blonde threw her head back and screamed at the thrust, yelling until her breath gave out. And while I hammered her body with rough thrusting she took a deep breath and screamed again, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

With meaty slaps, my pelvis impacted against hers. I drew back and then lunged forward repeatedly, slapping our bodies together.

“That’s it! Fuck me, Ben! Harder! Pound me! FUCK! Fucking FUCK!”

Adrienne and I made love “our way”: We fucked like animals. And with her screaming her lungs out and me bellowing my orgasm, we came together and I filled up her body with all the creamy spunk that had been storing up throughout the night. From Felicia’s initial teasing to the arousal of drunken college girls doing body shots off each other and flashing their tits, I’d built up quite a load. And when the first great wad slammed into the back of Adrienne’s pussy, she visibly flinched it hit her so hard. And that only made her scream even louder.

“FUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!”

When we were done, Adrienne used her strong legs to hold me inside her for a bit longer while I slowly went limp. We kissed with tender gentleness, a stark contrast to the violence of our fucking. It was our way of showing that we indeed loved each other as much as any couple could be in love. Adrienne was sexy, gorgeous, and willing to share. I really did have the greatest girlfriend in the world.

And when I finally rolled over onto my back, panting for air, Adrienne’s voice crackled in the silence. “Felicia!”

“Yes’m?” The brunette replied obediently and quickly knelt beside Adrienne.

“Suck all that out of me!”

Felicia grinned. “Yes’m.”

I was really liking college so far. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and I adore the twins, but the freedom to just do whatever the fuck I wanted (and fuck whenever I wanted) without having to tiptoe around parents or younger siblings was just INCREDIBLE. I’d gotten thoroughly laid every single night since arriving and I didn’t see any reason for that to change in the coming months. The fact was, I slept better after having sex.

That night, I slept very well. How could I not? I’d cum three times and fell into the deep sleep of the drunk and well-fucked.

After draining Adrienne’s cunt of my first load, Felicia crawled on top of my girlfriend in a sixty-nine while I pounded her from behind and filled her up with a fresh batch. Adrienne then returned the favor by slurping me out while Felicia went down on me to revive me for a third round. And then Felicia reached over and spread Adrienne’s cheeks for me while I pressed my dick into the blonde’s backdoor. I literally fell asleep on top of my girlfriend’s sweaty back with my cock still lodged in her rectum.

But sometime in the night, I’d slipped out of Adrienne’s ass and someone had cleaned us up. I awoke just after 8am feeling refreshed and relaxed, even though I hadn’t gone to sleep until after 3am. Like I said, I slept better after having sex. 5 post-ejaculate hours felt just as good as 8 hours with a round stuck in the chamber.

When I woke up, it was to find Adrienne spooned in front of me. I didn’t remember cleaning up but I was wearing boxers and Adrienne was wearing panties. I dug my morning wood into the crease of her buttocks, humping lightly before full awareness hit me. After a while, I recalled that I’d bedded down with two young women last night; and I rolled onto my back to look for Felicia.

I found her sitting up on the daybed, a blanket around her lower body while she had her knees up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Her head had been turned to the side as she rested her cheek against her knees, but presently the pretty brunette picked her head up and smiled at me, her pale blue eyes sparkling in the morning light. “Hey,” she said softly so as not to wake Adrienne.

“Hey,” I responded in kind. “Did you sleep over there?”

Felicia shrugged. “I’m not used to sleeping with someone else.” Her words indicated she preferred to be alone but I read something in her posture and tone that said she wouldn’t mind some cuddling while awake.

I nodded and then gingerly slid myself off the bed, making sure Adrienne stayed asleep. Then I crossed the room and lifted the blanket to sit beside Felicia, wrapping my arm around her shoulders as she sighed happily and sagged against chest. “What are you doing up?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Not used to sleeping in unfamiliar beds, either. It’s okay. I don’t need much sleep. I’m used to it.”

“Aww...” I hugged her a little tighter, and Felicia sighed contentedly as she felt my warm embrace. The fashion model was all skin and bones, slender limbs and minimal body fat. She felt cold beneath my grasp, despite the blanket. I wrapped my other arm around her and rocked her gently.

“Mmm ... this is nice...” Felicia hummed. “But maybe you shouldn’t let Adrienne catch us like this.”

I snorted. “She watched me plunging my dick into you, Felice. I think she can handle us cuddling. Really, she won’t mind.”

“Sex is one thing. That’s just physical. Cuddling is more ... intimate, Ben.” She smiled. “And did you just call me ‘Felice’?”

I blinked and smiled. I had. It just sounded more ... comfortable. “Yeah, I think I did.”

The beautiful brunette smiled and buried her nose against my chest. “I had an Aunt who used to call me ‘Felice’. She couldn’t have children of her own and said I was her ‘happy little girl’.”

I smiled and rocked Felicia a little more. The pretty girl in my arms exhaled slowly. “She died a few years ago. I miss that.”

“Do you mind if I call you ‘Felice’?”

She turned her face up to me, eyes big and bright as she looked deep into the back of my soul. “No. I don’t mind.”

I smiled and ran my hand over her forehead and through her hair, brushing her silky brown locks between my fingers. Felicia hummed happily while I massaged her scalp. But then she blinked a few more times before shrugging back. “Maybe you should stop holding me, Ben.”

“I told you: Adrienne loves me and she knows I love her. She won’t mind.”

“I don’t want to be a distraction. You’ve got enough complications as it is. And I meant it when I said no two people can keep up the pace you and Adrienne have been maintaining so far. Life as an adult couple isn’t all roses and understanding. Shit happens.”

“And we’ll work on it when it comes to that. I love her.” I sighed and gently brushed Felicia’s cheek with the back of my hand. “Do you really want me to let go of you?”

Felicia blinked twice more before shaking her head. “No...” she said quietly. “I don’t.” The pretty brunette exhaled slowly. “I know why girls can fall in love with you so easily. It’s not just the sex. You’re attentive. You’re considerate. You’re just so ... warm ... and strong and protective. You’re such a... man ... even though you’re four years younger than me.”

I smiled.

Felicia blinked again and pulled herself back. “But I’m feeling things I shouldn’t for you, Ben. So thanks for the hug, but we need to stay friends, okay?”

I frowned but didn’t want to let her go. There was just something so innately appealing to me about holding a pretty girl in my arms. I rubbed her arm and bent her head to mine. And then I kissed her forehead tenderly. “Okay, Felice.”

She shivered, blinking rapidly while staring at my chest. And then before I could react, Felicia suddenly grabbed my head and pulled it to her again, this time making sure my lips met hers as she fell backwards across the daybed and pulled me on top of her.

In the night, Felicia had pulled on one of my T-shirts, not having any other clothes of her own. The smell reminded me of how Brooke had often worn my T-shirts to bed, or how Adrienne had recently picked up the habit as well. It was certainly a good smell, a positive smell that stirred my arousal. And I was quick to help Felicia pull it over her head before ducking my face to the crook of her neck to kiss and lick while she moaned softly and clutched me to her body.

We french kissed for a few minutes, the gorgeous brunette pressing her firm tits into my bare chest while her hands stroked my spine. And once my body locked onto the concept that we were indeed about to fuck, all my automatic sexual instincts kicked in while my brain called up Felicia’s “user manual”. It was a pretty simple guide; the girl was an orgasm machine. Almost every button I pushed would provide her with pleasure. And she started cumming from the moment my dick slotted into her pussy.

“Ohhh, fuck me, Ben...” Felicia groaned blissfully while her eyes spaced out and her pussy spasmed around my cock. I recognized her tone. Last night, I’d fucked her. But this morning, Felicia wanted me to make love to her.

So I didn’t pin her down. I didn’t restrain her wrists. I didn’t even fold her legs over my shoulders. I simply scooped my hands beneath her shoulder blades, keeping my weight off her chest while dipping my face to meet hers for a passionate kiss. Felicia hooked her ankles around my calves, tugging me gently to get me even deeper into her.

We moved at an Andante pace, not too slow but not too fast either. We kept the volume down, not out of respect for Adrienne’s slumber but just because there was no need for words. Felicia’s eyes shone as she looked at me. She whimpered softly with cute squeaks to accentuate every little thrust. Even though I had an arsenal of buttons to push, to work her body like a puppet to make her scream or cream, I didn’t use them. I simply made love to her, just the way she wanted.

Felicia only had two orgasms: the first when I first slotted into her, and the second when I came. There wasn’t much of a ramp up. One minute I was thrusting at a calm Andante pace and then all of a sudden I grunted, “I’m cumming, Felice! I’m cumming!”

“Cum in me!” Felicia moaned happily. “Cum in me!” And then she tightened up and climaxed as she felt my hot jets spurting inside her body.

I turned my head and kissed her as I came, feeling the blissful morning relief as I poured out my creamy load, feeling like my orgasm was flowing out of me in a single stream. Felicia hummed happily into my mouth while our tongues wrapped around each other. And our hips kept rhythmically pumping up and down on the bed.

But then Felicia abruptly pulled her face away. “No. No! Ben, we shouldn’t have done that!”

“Wha—?” I picked my head up, confused as all hell. My cock twitched inside her pussy.

“You shouldn’t have made love to me,” she whimpered pitifully. “I needed you to just fuck me!”

“Wha—?” I still didn’t understand.

“I can’t fall in love with you, Ben! You’re not mine to have!” Felicia started crying and slapping my shoulders. “You’re not mine to have!”

“Felice...” I began slowly.

“No!” She turned and her eyes dimmed to a steely grey. “You’re not mine. You’re hers. And I can’t take you away from her. I’ve stolen guys before, but not from you.” Felicia’s gaze was now to the right of me, and I turned my head to see Adrienne sitting up in bed, trapping the sheets against her chest.

I blinked in confusion. Felicia shuddered beneath me and then bit her lip. “I’m sorry, Adrienne. I never meant for it to get this far.”

“It’s okay,” my girlfriend replied softly. “I’m not jealous. But I’ve been there. I understand what you’re going through.” And then Adrienne got up, moving to me and then gently but firmly directing me out of Felicia’s sodden pussy.

I sat back, somewhat confused by what was going on. I knew I was supposed to be the man. I was supposed to take charge of my life. But how the hell could I take charge of a situation I couldn’t comprehend? In some ways, I understood women so innately, like how to pleasure them even better than they knew themselves. But emotions? Love? I didn’t understand women at all.

Felicia whimpered but bowed her head obediently when Adrienne came back with the blindfold and collar. The beautiful brunette darted one glance to me just as Adrienne was about to put it on her, causing my girlfriend to stop and wait. But then Felicia turned her head and nodded a confirmation, allowing the blonde to fasten the blindfold and then attach the collar. Adrienne then dropped a familiar tube of KY Jelly into Felicia’s hands and guided the girl onto our bed before returning to me.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

Adrienne simply brushed her hair behind her ears and knelt on the floor before me. “You’re going to fuck her, Ben.” And then my girlfriend bent over to slurp my limp dick into her mouth, sucking off Felicia’s pussy juice.

“I just did,” I explained.

Adrienne shook her head with my cock still in her mouth before pulling back. “No, you made love to her, a very bad thing to do when a girl feels like she’s falling in love with you, at least if you don’t want her to end up in love with you. Now you’ve got to fuck her, put her back into place.”

“What?”

“You’re friends, Ben. That’s all she really wants and all I think you want from her. Or do you want Felicia to be your girlfriend?”

It was an odd thing to hear my girlfriend asking me, and I stroked Adrienne’s hair and said, “No. I love you.”

“Then you have to fuck her. Just take her and use her. Fuck her and don’t be gentle about it. You’re friends, Ben. It’s just about sex, not love. You’ve got to fix this.” And then Adrienne bent over and resumed blowing me to get me hard again.

My jaw went up and down a few times. It was hard to wrap my head around what was going on. It was even harder while my brain was constantly being bombarded by pleasurable feelings emanating from Adrienne’s fantastic blowjob.

But then I looked up to see a blindfolded and collared Felicia pull her lubricated fingers out of her own ass while bent over in anticipation. She folded her arms on top of the mattress and rested her cheek against them. And her butt was in the air, supported by her knees.

My sex drive surged, washing away any further doubt in my mind. The sexual animal inside me took charge. The goal was clear: fuck Felicia’s ass. Bend her over, ream her out, and blast her bowels full of cum. Forget emotions. Forget feelings. Forget trying to understand the why I was doing this or trying to figure out what made Felicia tick. She wanted me to fuck her ass, and fuck her ass I would do. And when Adrienne stood up and moved over to spread the brunette model’s cheeks, I knew exactly what I had to do.

I wasn’t gentle as I rammed my dick through Felicia’s anus. Her scream was loud enough to wake the whole house if they weren’t up already. But the scream was quickly followed by a howl of pleasure as my hands found Felicia’s clitoris and I strummed out a quick melody to send her into ecstasy. As quickly as possible, I sped up to Allegretto, sodomizing the older girl bent over before me and almost brutally shoving my thick dick in and out of her stretched anus.

Adrienne wasn’t idle, either. She’d ditched her panties and moved in front of Felicia. Spreading her legs, she inched up until her pussy was right in front of the blindfolded girl’s face. Felicia took the hint, leaning forward to begin lapping at my girlfriend’s wet snatch while I continued reaming out her ass.

I spanked Felicia’s left ass cheek.

“Aaaahhh!”

“Take it, bitch!” No more ‘Felice’. Not right now. I spanked her again.

“AAAAHHH!”

“Take it! Take my cock up your ass!” I sped up to Vivo.

“Unnghhh,” she groaned into Adrienne’s crotch while my girlfriend grabbed the back of her head and shoved it deeper.

“Cum with my cock in your ass!” I commanded, reaching around to squeeze her nipples.

“Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh...”

“Cum for me! Cum for me!” I popped two fingers into her spasming cunt, thrumming her clit with my thumb while I pinched into her left nipple with the nails of both my left thumb and middle finger.

“AAAAGH!”

“CUM, BITCH, CUM!”

“Ohhh-FUCK! FUUUUUUCK!” Felicia tensed and screamed into Adrienne’s pussy as the climax tore through her body.

“CUM!!!” I howled.

“AAAAGH!” she screamed again, her body shaking and vibrating in orgasm.

“CUM!!!”

“WAAAAH!!!” Felicia shrieked as the orgasm built even higher.

“ARRRGHHH!” I joined her, spraying down Felicia’s bowels with fresh spurts of scalding hot spunk. I slammed my hips into her a final time, pushing her hard enough to make her knees buckle and her body collapse onto the mattress while I continued spewing jism into the depths of her rectum.

And when I squeezed out the last drop, feeling the slow dribble of it tumbling out of my prick to settle somewhere deep inside Felicia’s anal chute, I leaned my head forward to where Adrienne was smiling at me, tilting my head to hers and sighing, “I love you, Adrienne.”

“I love you too, Tiger,” she replied. And then she looked down and gently patted Felicia on the head while the brunette was still blindfolded, panting, and drooling a bit onto the mattress. “And you’re a good sex slave, Felicia.”

I watched the corners of Felicia’s mouth curl upwards. “Thank you, Mistress,” she sighed, giggling at the submissive term. “But with your permission, I don’t think I’m going to visit for a few weeks.”

Adrienne giggled. “Need time to recharge, huh?”

“Yeah,” Felicia sighed. “Much more of this and you guys will kill me.”