An Ordinary College Sex Life

Chapter 6: Crushes

When I returned to my house, it was just before 4pm. All was quiet but the Mustang was parked out on the sidewalk again. Adrienne must be home.

I walked into the room and looked over to find my girlfriend sitting on my bed, hugging a pillow. There were tear tracks down her cheeks and her eyes were bloodshot as she glanced up at me. She took one look at my well-fucked appearance and squeezed her eyes shut, pinching her chin in towards her chest while she curled herself over the pillow, moving into a fetal position.

I suddenly felt very, very guilty over what I had done. Sure, Adrienne had given me carte blanche permission to fuck Keira. Adrienne had even come to me to talk me INTO impregnating my beautiful, older neighbor. But perhaps I shouldn’t have done it after parting with my girlfriend on such a sour note.

I moved forward to embrace her but Adrienne just held up a hand. “Where were you?”

Her eyes told me she knew; she was just looking for confirmation. “At Keira’s.”

Adrienne blinked a few times and nodded.

“Did you do it?”

I didn’t answer verbally, but I nodded.

“Is she happy?”

I raised my eyebrows and took a deep breath, answering, “Yes.”

Adrienne exhaled slowly, chewing absent-mindedly on the pillow. Then she nodded and looked up at me. “Come here. I want to taste.”

My eyebrows rose. I had already moved next to the bed when she’d said “come here” but I stopped in surprise at “I want to taste”. No matter, I was within arm’s reach and Adrienne tugged me by the hips the rest of the way as she deftly opened up my jeans.

In shock at what was going on, I was unresisting as she extracted my limp cock and put her mouth over me. I still had dried sexual fluids coating my prick, left over from the third time I’d squirted Keira’s womb full of babymakers.

Adrienne sucked on me, tasting the flavors before she went to work trying to revive my spent cock. I’d put everything I had into the three times I fucked Keira; but my girlfriend was a supreme cocksucker, and despite my confusion she managed to breathe life into my dick.

Meanwhile, I saw her hand working inside her own shorts, rubbing steadily. And when she deemed us both ready, Adrienne lay back on the bed and began stripping off her clothing.

“Adrienne, what’s going on?” I asked. The mood still felt weird. Adrienne still looked like she’d been crying for an hour, and it wasn’t the most arousing sight.

My girlfriend took a deep breath. “You said she wasn’t bisexual. The woman’s trying to get pregnant, Ben; I’m not going to force her into being with me. So that was the only way I could taste her.”

“But ... don’t we need to talk?”

Adrienne pinched her lips together and then pinched her eyebrows, looking at me nervously. “Ben, do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“I want to be your girlfriend. Let’s talk about the future later tonight, okay?”

“Okaaay...” I drawled, my eyes bugging out. Adrienne was still undressing and her glorious tits had just popped into view, washing away any concept of coherent thought from my brain.

“And Ben, you can fuck her again tomorrow. But after that it’s the weekend and you’ll have a much harder time hiding it from Mom and Dad. So tomorrow’s it. By next week she’ll be past her prime fertility anyways.”

“Adrienne—”

“Fuck me, Ben,” she interrupted.

I knew she was holding something back. I knew it. Adrienne had been crying over something and it wasn’t that I’d been fucking Keira. “Tell me what’s bothering you, A.D.”

“Just shut up, Ben,” she pleaded, her eyes pleading even further. By now she was naked with legs spread and arms reaching out to me. “Please ... Just get up here and make love to me.”

I shouldn’t have done it. I should have stopped to figure out what was making Adrienne tick at that very moment. I should have held myself back until I really understood what the hell was going on.

But I didn’t. Adrienne took hold of my cock and I surrendered to the lust. And my girlfriend and I made passionate, sweaty, energetic love.

It’s what we do.

We never had the big talk about the future, at least not that night. Nor did we have the talk for the rest of winter break. All I really got was that Adrienne had driven off to Candy’s place, sitting down with her best friend and pouring her heart out. I don’t know what the girls talked about, but the end result was that Adrienne had to make a choice: stick to her plans for a childless, husbandless life and risk losing me OR be the very best girlfriend she could be and let me know she was considering it.

Adrienne had chosen the latter, although she warned me, “This won’t change overnight; but I CAN change. I’ve already changed so much with you, changed for the better. Maybe this fear of having a family is just the next demon I have to face.”

I was madly in love with Adrienne. Her answer was good enough for me.

“The twins are probably missing the hell out of you right now.” Brandi rolled onto her side away from me, panting softly. We were back at the house in Berkeley, and it was the Saturday night before classes resumed on Monday. Adrienne was out with Grace, getting reacquainted with her new best friend after the three weeks apart. And Brandi’s boyfriend Matt wouldn’t arrive back in town until tomorrow.

Brandi giggled. “I’m sure they’re fantasizing about doing what we just did.”

“Mmm...” I hummed as I nibbled my way along Brandi’s bare shoulder. Even though I had just sated my lust almost eight inches inside her body, I still marveled at how sexy my older sister looked with her naked back all sweaty and the sight of her smiling face just on the other side of that bare shoulder. I spooned in behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist and bringing my hand up between her breasts while I nibbled on her ear.

“Let ‘em fantasize,” I murmured. “They’re not going to get the real thing until they’re fifteen.”

“You’re sure they’re going to wait that long?”

“I’ll make them wait that long,” I insisted in a quiet voice. “Really, how old were you when you first started fantasizing about sex versus when you actually lost your cherry?”

“Hmm...” Brandi exhaled. “I was probably eleven when I first thought about sex. Thirteen is about right for when I first WANTED to have sex. And then yeah, I lost my cherry while I was fifteen.”

I snorted. “Am I the only one who had to wait until I was sixteen?”

“Boys develop later.” Brandi shrugged.

“Mrrph,” I groaned into my sister’s black and blonde hair. She’d put the blonde streaks back in just before we returned to school.

“Hey, you’ve certainly been making up for lost time,” Brandi giggled. “But seriously, do you think the twins will wait for you?”

I sighed. “I hope so. They’re still so young and I DO think they’re genuinely afraid of having sex with one of the boys they know. I don’t think they’re scared about sex itself at all, but they know the boys around them are morons who don’t know what the hell they’re doing. I want to make sure the girls are ready and that they’ll get treated right for their first times.”

Brandi shifted and spun around to face me, pushing her nose into the crook of my neck. “Mmm ... why couldn’t you have been my older brother and done it for me? My first time sucked.”

I chuckled. “Because then you wouldn’t have gotten to order me around for the last eighteen years.”

“Ooh. Good point.” My sister picked her head up and moved her lips within millimeters of mine. “Well then, little brother, I order you to make me cum so hard I see stars.”

I grinned and saluted. “Yes, ma’am.”

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. She just grinned and turned forward to face the professor as he wrapped up and dismissed the first class of the new semester.

I was still annoyed with my best friend after we exited the building. Once we got some distance between us and anyone else, I grabbed her hand and jerked her to a stop. “Dawn, you promised you wouldn’t do that anymore!” I hissed at her.

My beautiful friend smiled impishly at me. “You should know better than to think I’ll never poke you with my pen for the rest of our lives; I only keep real promises.”

“Real promises?” I rubbed my sore hand while scowling in annoyance. “What, you mean how you kept your promise to Ryan not to stick my dick in your mouth?”

I regretted saying anything the moment the words left my mouth. Dawn’s eyes flew WIDE open and she gasped in absolute shock and terror, cupping a hand over her mouth. I winced and held her hand. “Oh. Dawn. I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have said anything, but—”

“You knew?” she cut me off.

I sighed. “At Dayna’s blindfold orgy? Yeah. I’m sorry. I wasn’t intending to say anything.”

Dawn paled and asked, “How?”

“It’s ... it’s you, Dawn. Of course I knew.” I looked away, not wanting to give away that I could see through the blindfold.

“You won’t tell Ryan, will you?”

I snapped my head back to her. “What? No! Of course not.”

Dawn relaxed and gripped both of my hands, stepping in closely to me. “I’m so sorry, Ben.”

I snorted. “No need to apologize to me. I just kinda wish you’d finished me off.”

“But it’s not fair to you. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I shouldn’t have done it. I cut you off from doing anything sexual with me and I can’t be just ... taking from you when you’re helpless like that and then cutting you off again.”

“Dawn, Dawn. Relax. I’m fine.” I looked her firmly in the eyes and then sighed. “Yeah, that whole night made me want you again, I’ll admit. But that’s just hormones and sex. You’re still my best friend. You’re still my Dawn.”

“You’re still my Ben,” she said sweetly.

I grinned. “And I have to admit, it’s kinda nice knowing you still want me like that.”

The smile vanished from Dawn’s face. “But we can’t be together like that Ben, remember?”

I sighed and nodded. “I know, I know.” Then I reached my hands up to her shoulders, twisting Dawn in the direction of our next class while simultaneously sliding myself behind her. And then holding onto her hips gently, I leaned in and tenderly kissed the back of her neck.

“You’re my Dawn ... forever.”

“Hiya, Ben!”

I looked up from the couch just in time for Paige to drop down beside me and wrap her arms around my shoulders. She was in her usual Catholic schoolgirl uniform with her hair in pigtails, looking like a 15-year-old kid. “Hiya, Red,” I replied and patted her arm while she continued hugging me.

“Ya miss me?” she said perkily.

“Sure,” I smiled.

“Aww!” Paige pouted, furrowing her eyebrows and frowning at me.

“What?” I was slightly confused.

“You didn’t actually miss me!” the petite redhead complained.

“I just said I did,” I protested.

“You said ‘sure’. ‘Sure’ just means ‘whatever’...” Paige’s head waggled back and forth like an airheaded valley girl. “You should have said ‘Yes, of course I missed you, Paige! I missed chatting with you about nothing and babbling on about all the little things happening in each other’s life.’”

“Yes, of course I missed you, Paige,” I stated firmly.

She slapped my shoulder. “BEN! That doesn’t count!”

“What?”

“You only said that because I TOLD you to say it. That means you didn’t MEAN it. And now I’m hurt!” she huffed and got off the couch, stomping away.

Women. No matter how hard I try, I’ll never understand them. Meanwhile, Adrienne and Dawn were on the opposite couch, trying not to laugh at me. I rolled my eyes at them and called, “Paige, wait!”

With a childishly grumpy expression on her face, the cute redhead stopped and then came back to the couch, stopping just a few feet away from me and folding her arms over her chest. I patted the seat next to me where she’d just been sitting, but she just narrowed her eyes and jutted her jaw out in defiance.

Annoyed, I suddenly lunged up and grabbed her, pulling a wriggling, squealing Paige down onto the seat with me. Then I held onto her arms and stared her straight in the face. “Paige, I missed you. I missed hanging out with you. You bring a spark and energy into every room you walk into. You drive me crazy sometimes because I never know what’s going on inside that pretty head of yours because one minute you’re a sweet innocent girl and the next you’re a repressed wild child out to get herself into a lot of trouble.” I sighed. “And you’re a pouting brat half the time, too. But I missed you, okay? You’re like my little sister, and if you’d ever met Brooke you’d know that’s a compliment.”

I bit my lip. Then again, I was fucking my little sister. And while the cute redhead squirmed beside me in that oh-so-naughty outfit, I couldn’t help but imagine ripping her clothes off and fucking her within an inch of her life right then and there.

But Paige seemed to take my hug for what it was as she threw her arms around me again and squeezed fiercely. “I missed you too, Ben!” The little girl practically crawled into my lap.

“Well, well,” a new voice cut in from behind us. I turned my head to see Gwen, Robin, and Bert standing at the entryway to the living room. Gwen smirked and waved at me and Paige, and then she added, “When do I get to sit on your lap like that?”

“Ooh, me too!”

“Me, too!”

I looked further back to see Kerri Trainor and Julie Carpenter had also arrived, both older girls grinning at me with obvious lust in their eyes. I exhaled and sank down into my seat. My life was just getting out of control.

Unlike the previous semester, Adrienne’s and my schedules weren’t so radically different as to prevent us from having lunch together ... at least not every day. So on Tuesday, I said goodbye to Dawn while she headed across campus to rendezvous with Gwen and Robin while I marched for a café to meet up with my girlfriend and her friends.

I found her hip-to-hip and chatting with Grace Choi. “Hiii, ladies...” I drawled with a charming smile and let my eyes rove up and down the gorgeous Korean babe’s slender body. She was wearing a thin, pastel green top with quarter-sleeves that ran just past her elbows and a wide scoop neck that showed off her alabaster skin and prominent cleavage. Capri jeans were spray-painted onto her skinny legs and cork-wedge sandals boosted her height almost to my own.

Grace batted her long eyelashes at me and smiled perkily. “Hiii, Tiger,” she giggled at the use of Adrienne’s nickname for me. “Thanks for letting me borrow your girlfriend this weekend. I really needed her after splitting up with my boyfriend during the break.”

I shrugged. “No problem; Adrienne told me. But if you’re really looking to pay me back, you’ll have to let me come watch next time.” I grinned predatorily. Over the past couple of months, Adrienne had been bringing Grace by the house on occasion, and I’d quickly learned the Korean girl wasn’t shy about sexual innuendoes. Adrienne had made it clear to Grace that she wasn’t hiding her Sapphic encounters from me and once Grace realized I could be casually comfortable about it, so could she.

Normally, Grace would just giggle and make some flirty comment like ‘In your dreams’. But this day, Grace just looked me up and down and replied, “Promise you’ll come if I make the invitation?”

I blinked for a second’s hesitation before grinning and retorting, “And I promise you’ll cum.”

Grace’s eyes twinkled and I started to get the idea that Grace wasn’t joking around anymore. The possibilities swirled between us while Adrienne simply looked quite proudly at the two of us. But before anything more could be said, a fourth person joined us. “Hey, girls!”

I turned my head to see who the newcomer was and my eyes popped open for a second in surprise. The girl herself also looked surprised to see me, but I recovered first and offered a friendly, “Hey, Kim.”

It was Kim Fukuzaki, my classmate from first semester’s Introduction to Asia course. The cute Japanese-American girl sat two seats away from me in the lecture hall and we’d flirted pretty regularly, if only lightly, for the better part of three months. I thought she was interested if not for my girlfriend, but around mid-November I’d made a very poorly-disguised pass at her. She’d turned me down graciously and I figured we’d both just move on. But the following week she’d been just a bit more awkward around me than usual. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable to I scaled way back on any flirting and did my best to be non-threatening. And by the time finals rolled around she and I were back to normal.

But Kim had just been an acquaintance from a random class and I wasn’t expecting to run into her again. And yet here she was, walking up to Grace and giving her a hug before turning to Adrienne and similarly embracing my girlfriend.

My jaw was hanging open. “Uh, do you guys know each other?”

Grace smirked at me. “Clearly,” she deadpanned.

“Hey, Ben.” Kim smiled shyly. “Wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

I arched an eyebrow and Adrienne finally explained. “Grace and Kim went to High School together. So I met Kim when I started hanging out with Grace more last semester. I never knew you two had a class together until you told me her last name that one time.”

Adrienne was referring to the aforementioned poorly-disguised pass at Kim. I blushed and Kim looked over at me. “And I hadn’t known A.D. was your girlfriend,” Kim pointed out. “Small world, huh?”

I nodded.

My girlfriend then continued. “The three of us and Misty met up for lunch pretty often last semester. Speaking of which...” Adrienne glanced to the doorway where the slender brunette with smoky-gray eyes entered in.

Misty Madsen came straight over and grinned at Adrienne. “So you FINALLY dragged your boyfriend into having lunch with us, A.D.!”

Adrienne wrapped her arm around my waist. “Just you and a bunch of hot babes. Just like old times, huh, Tiger?”

“Wow...” I let out a long whistle and folded my arms behind my head as I lay back across the couch and stared admiringly at the radiantly beautiful babe before me. The TV was now entirely forgotten.

Her sunny blonde hair was piled high on her head, clipped in place with bobby pins from Claire’s that had sparkling fake diamonds attached to them. Her makeup was absolutely perfect, with color-matching eyeshadow to bring out the brilliance of her eyes. And as opposed to the standard-issue college evening attire of jeans and a sweater, she wore a stylish cocktail dress and coat that enhanced her large breasts and boner-inducing figure.

“Dawn, you look amazing,” I breathed.

My best friend giggled and did a pirouette for me, balancing expertly on her heels and letting the hem of the dress ride up just a bit to expose more leg.

Adrienne also looked up and whistled as well. “I agree. What’s the special occasion?”

“I don’t know,” Dawn said breathlessly, smiling wider than I’d seen her do in a long time. “Ryan just told me to dress up for tonight’s date. Sometimes he can be sooo romantic.”

Just then, the doorbell rang and Dawn tittered excitedly. She started for the door but I held her up. “Wait,” I said with a smile. “Go into your room. I’ll get the door and make him wait for your grand entrance.”

Dawn arched an eyebrow at me but grinned, disappearing back into her bedroom. I went to the door and opened it to find Ryan standing on the porch, looking more studly handsome than ever in dark slacks and a blue button-down shirt that even I knew would go really well with Dawn’s dress. He also carried a bouquet of pink roses in his hands.

“Dude,” I moaned and gestured at the flowers. “You’re gonna make the rest of us guys look bad.”

Ryan gave me a lopsided grin as he bumped my outstretched fist. “She’s worth it.”

“I know it.” I nodded agreeably and waved him into the house. “Just give her a minute. She’s making sure she looks absolutely perfect.”

“Dawn looks perfect every day of her life,” Ryan sighed.

I just patted the guy on his back and left him in the entryway. Then I went to Dawn’s door, knocking lightly. “He’s here. And yes, he’s in a very romantic mood.”

Out of sight of Ryan, Dawn opened her door and reached out for me, taking my hand and pulling me toward her. She held my face and leaned in to peck my cheek, letting her lips linger for just an extra half-second.

I stood back up straight and turned to smile at her. “Have fun tonight.”

She smiled right back at me. “I will.”

Dawn then exited her room and went into the living room to watch Ryan’s jaw suitably drop to the floor. The cute blonde couple made faces at each other and then headed out, arm-in-arm.

For a moment, I watched them go up the sidewalk to Ryan’s car. Then closing the door, I turned back to see my own girlfriend in casual sweat pants and a T-shirt as she curled up on the couch. I jerked a thumb toward the door. “Wanna go out?”

Adrienne furrowed her eyebrows at me, planting the side of her head against her left palm and bracing her elbow on the armrest. “You wanna go out?”

I shrugged. “It’s a Friday night. Isn’t that what boyfriends and girlfriends do? Matt took Brandi out. Dayna is god knows where. And we haven’t been out on a date in... forever...”

Adrienne chuckled. “Well, most couples go out to dinner, maybe see a movie, and flirt with each other until they finally get home and make love, right?”

I grinned. “Sounds pretty good to me.”

“Tell you what, Tiger. Why don’t we just get naked now?” Adrienne’s grin was all predatory teeth. “If we get hungry, we’ll nuke something up, recharge our batteries, and then crawl right back into bed. ’Cuz you know: I don’t think I’ve felt you blasting a wad of cum up my tight asshole in FAR too long.”

I grinned. “I can work with that.”

With the entire house to ourselves, Adrienne and I decided to take things slow this Friday night. We started by taking a shower together, for pleasure more than for cleanliness. Really, you try and top a fully naked Adrienne with her golden blonde hair slicked back against her scalp and beads of water dripping down her face to splatter against her heaving tits while she kneels in front of you with her lips pressed up to the base of your cock while her throat muscles massage your shaft.

I was out of breath just trying to absorb how it all felt.

Adrienne sucked down my first ejaculation, taking the first couple of globs straight into her stomach before pulling back so she could actually taste me on her tongue. Once we got out of the shower, I went down on her and reminded my girlfriend that I was just as good at cunnilingus as any of her girlfriends. And we finished off that session with a leisurely fucking, Adrienne’s legs hooked over my shoulders until I squirted her pussy full of my cock cream.

We still wanted to go for the full trifecta, but my stomach growled and we decided to take a break and grab some food. Neither of us wanted to wait for pizza delivery nor the effort of cooking. So Adrienne found a bag of frozen chicken nuggets and after a few minutes of nuking, we settled in to catch up on “nutrition”.

The nuggets I didn’t pay much attention to. No matter how many times I’d seen my gorgeous girlfriend fully naked, her body always had my attention. Plus, she cheated by draping her still bare tits on top of the dining table while we ate, even managing to “accidentally” spill some ketchup onto them.

“Maybe we should postpone the assfucking for now, Ben,” Adrienne growled in a smoky, seductive voice. “I think I’d love to jerk you off all over my plate and use your jizz as a chicken nugget sauce.”

I nearly shot my wad right then and there. But just then, my cell phone blared to life back in our bedroom. I arched an eyebrow at Adrienne; but she just shrugged and nodded. So I got up, hustled back into our bedroom, and picked up the phone just as it was about to ring out. “Hello?” I hadn’t had time to check the caller I.D.

“Ben?” It was Keira.

I heard the measured tone in her voice and immediately sat down on the desk chair. For a moment, I forgot I was bare-ass naked and it was a surprise to feel my cheeks against the coarse fabric. And then my mind started racing. What day was it? How long had it been since I injected my beautiful neighbor full of sperm? How long ago was the start of her last period? Was she pregnant? I saw my life flashing before my eyes and panic began to set in.

“I’m not pregnant,” she sighed and I began breathing once again. I wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed, and from the sound of Keira’s voice, she wasn’t sure either.

I didn’t answer right away so she continued. “My period came. So you’re off the hook.”

“Off the hook?” I managed to squeak. “Uh, I thought you wanted—”

“Oh, I did, Ben. I did. I desperately wanted to have a baby.”

“’Did’?” I was confused. “You don’t sound as disappointed as I would have thought.”

Keira took a deep breath. “After we made love the first time, I wondered if I wasn’t forcing you into something you weren’t prepared for. I mean, I know you said you could handle me having your baby, but thinking you’re ready for that kind of emotional event and actually being ready are two very different things.”

“I suppose.”

“It’s complicated, Ben. Having children is always complicated. I just wanted you to know that while I’m eternally grateful for what you were willing to do for me, I’m not going to ask you to do it again. It isn’t fair what I already put you through.”

I exhaled slowly, feeling a great weight being lifted off my shoulders. She was right, I WAS off the hook. If she’d been pregnant, despite my assurances that I wouldn’t interfere in the child’s life, I really didn’t know how I would react once the kid arrived. I would always know it was MY child, and by extension, MY responsibility on some level.

Since August, I’d thought I’d made the mature decision NOT to impregnate her for some of these very reasons. Of course, I’d made the impulsive decision to go ahead and sleep with her after a somewhat messy discussion with Adrienne. And for the past few weeks I’d wondered in the back of my head what the consequences would be for that rash decision. But now I no longer needed to worry about that. I could just go on with my life as if nothing had happened, except for a few brief moments of shared bliss with my very first lover. In the end, I suppose things worked out great for me. I got to have sex with Keira and NOT end up a daddy.

I sighed, though, thinking of Keira and her desperation. “I’m sorry, Keira. I can’t say I’m not relieved on some level, but I am sorry for you.”

“It’s okay, Ben. Maybe this is for the best.”

Her voice was mysterious, detached. I assumed she was still in some shock herself that her period had arrived on schedule and she was not pregnant. I just nodded, even though she couldn’t see me, and I took a deep breath. “Maybe.”

“I’ll let you go now, Ben. You take care of yourself, okay?”

“Uh, of course. You, too.” Keira seemed in an awful hurry to get off the phone with me. What was going on?

“Bye.” She hung up.

Adrienne was in the room when I turned around in the desk chair. She’d taken note of my mood and pulled a thin robe over her shoulders, covering her nakedness. And she asked for confirmation, “She’s not pregnant?”

“No.”

“How do you feel about that?”

I exhaled slowly. “Relieved, I guess...”

She just went quiet before scooting further back on the bed and propping herself up against the pillows before gesturing to me. “C’mere.”

I moved off the chair and slid beside my girlfriend, letting her cuddle me up to her chest. I pillowed my head on her robe-covered tits, wrapped my arms around her thin waist, and hugged her tightly.

“Want to talk about it?” she asked.

“Not really,” I sighed.

“Still wanna fuck?”

I sighed again. “Not really.” My mood was ... introspective, not sexual.

“I’m here however you need me, Ben. I love you.”

“I know. I love you too, Adrienne.”

I just snuggled my head tighter against her body and closed my eyes.

It was just another lazy Saturday. Still in the middle of January, schoolwork had not yet piled up enough to stress anyone out. Also, Monday was Martin Luther King Day, and with a three-day weekend I planned to spend at least this one day just vegging out.

To that end, on Saturday afternoon I found myself playing Final Fantasy X with Paige. Well, I was playing. Paige was just sitting with me, giving me advice or cutely asking me to do particular things for her.

“Go there!” Paige pointed. “The Temple of Fayth!”

“Why?”

“’Cuz it looks pretty.”

I grinned. In a way, she sounded like Eden or Emma asking me to steal them a pink car in Grand Theft Auto. Having Paige with me reminded me of home, which was a very good thing. And she seemed quite happy to fill my need for an attention-hungry little sister. “What’s in it for me?”

“Hmm...” Paige pondered for a second before latching onto my left arm. “A big, FAT kiss!”

“A kiss?” I arched an eyebrow and turned to look at the pretty redhead. “Is that for me or for you?”

“Maybe for both?” she said hesitantly before leaning forward and rubbing her cute nose against mine.

“Ahem...”

Paige darted away from me, already blushing pink as she looked past my shoulder. I turned to see Adrienne smirking at us as she came out of the bedroom with her cell phone pressed to her ear. She nodded once, hung up, and then smiled at me. “Time to get you dressed, Tiger.”

“Dressed?” I arched an eyebrow.

“You seemed kind of out of it last night,” my girlfriend explained. “Grace knows a club in San Francisco. You only have to be eighteen to get in. So me and the girls are taking you out tonight.”

“Girls?”

“Me, Grace, Kim, and Misty.” Adrienne smiled. “It’ll be fun!”

“Adrienne,” I said seriously. “I really don’t want anything like Dayna’s party. And I’m really fine just hanging out here.” I glanced at Paige and held up the video game controller.

“Come ON, Ben. Paige can come, too.” My girlfriend gave me a ‘so-there’ look, and I did relax. With Paige present, I wasn’t so worried about Adrienne’s plans getting out of control. I knew she wouldn’t set me up into some massive orgy with the young redhead present.

“Still, we’ll make it worth your while.” There was a simmering heat in Adrienne’s voice, the same heat she always had in her voice when she was up to something.

“We?”

My girlfriend giggled mysteriously.

“Adrienne,” I said in a warning tone. “What are you planning?”

Her grin was devastatingly seductive. “Trust me.”

Trust me. I was starting to fear those two little words.

Well, she’d never let me down yet.

I suppose I should have been used to this. Five hot girls, one me. Those were odds most guys on the planet would kill for.

But as I looked around at the gyrating bodies, thumping music, and neon lights, I couldn’t help but feel that I’d rather be home in bed with just my girlfriend. Especially since at this very moment, I wasn’t WITH Adrienne.

She was three feet away, dancing quite closely with Grace. The two of them moved like rhythmic poetry, all sinuous curves and perpetual motion, all of it alluring and intoxicatingly arousing. When they faced together, their arms were all over each other: rubbing, caressing, and just plain groping. When one faced opposite the other, they still spooned together and gyrated with their hips in a way that I’m sure produced boners in 90% of the males within ten feet of them.

Adrienne’s buxom blonde beauty was a scintillating contrast to Grace’s willowy exotic loveliness. And at least twice in the past five minutes, their lips had passed achingly close to a kiss without quite getting there. I swear the room’s noise level dropped ten decibels each time they did.

Not that I was left alone. Misty, Kim, and especially Paige had all been eager to dance with me. In fact, Paige at first looked like she wanted to completely monopolize my time before I told her to go flirt with other guys. She was somewhat reluctant to do so at first, but other guys soon came to her.

It probably had something to do with her outfit. She’d chosen to dress in one of her sexier Catholic schoolgirl outfits, complete with knee-high socks, her hair in pigtails, with a pink bow to top things off. When we had arrived, the bouncer had even called over his manager to triple-check her I.D. before letting her in. And now she was drawing quite a bit of attention, including that of a few middle-aged men perving on her at this 18-and-over club.

My blood had started to boil and I quickly yanked Paige back. “Not with guys like that,” I growled.

“What? You jealous?” she’d giggled mischievously. Truthfully, the pretty redhead seemed more pleased by my reaction than from actually flirting with the guys.

I just bit down on the bile rising in my throat and tried to force the thoughts away. Actually, I was a bit jealous. No guy had the right to really get close to Paige without my express approval. Flirting was one thing, but if one of those fuckers laid a single finger on her I’d—

I sighed and turned away to focus on Kim, who was dancing up closer to me. I reminded myself that I had no claim to Paige. Still, I promised myself I’d keep a protective eye on her.

In the meantime, while Paige was the most eager to dance with me, Misty was by far the most physically aggressive of the three. Standing 5’8”, she was tall enough to keep her face in front of mine. Her smoky-gray eyes sparkled in the dusky illumination of the dance club. Her skintight halter-top was made of some shiny satin material that reflected all the neon lights and yet did not obscure the fact that her firm B-cups were without bra and had very hard nipples poking out the fabric.

Once, she caught me staring at those hard nipples. I quickly pulled my eyes back up and the sultry brunette smiled at me. “If I didn’t want you staring,” she said in a smoky voice. “I wouldn’t have worn this top.”

I decided to see just how far Misty would take this flirting thing, and I circled my hand around her waist to grab her asscheek and pull her towards my leg. I thought she would back off, but instead she simply leaned in and began grinding her crotch against my thigh.

“Mmm...” she hummed from an inch away, her eyes mere slits as she bored her gaze deep into mine. But then she sighed with mild disappointment and backed away. “I shouldn’t though. My boyfriend wouldn’t be too happy with me.”

I nodded and released her. If nothing else, Misty backing down confirmed that Adrienne wasn’t setting me up for some wild orgy with her friends. It’s not that I didn’t find her friends attractive; they were. But I barely knew them and I was starting to get over the whole “fuck-as-many-hot-babes-as-possible” phase of my life.

The pretty girl held my gaze just a few seconds longer before saying, “Still, if I ever find myself single again, you’d better watch out Big Ben.”

My eyebrows shot up at the nickname. Misty giggled. “You’ve got a reputation that’s starting to spread.”

Great.

Misty just laughed at the expression on my face and turned about. “I’m going to get some drinks.” I watched her leave. I’m not exactly sure how, but she and Grace had managed to get the 21-and-over stamp on the backs of their hands despite only being eighteen. I supposed both girls had worked some charm. And that left Paige to immediately zero in on me.

We danced for a few songs and chatted. After all, she barely knew Kim or Misty and Adrienne had been dancing with Grace for nearly the entire night. But eventually, Misty returned with two rum and cokes and the four of us found a quiet place to sit down.

“Not too much, Red,” I warned Paige.

“Yes, Dad,” the petite redhead grumped. I ignored her and took a sip from my drink before passing it to Kim.

The cute Japanese-American girl smiled and took the drink, sipping it only a bit before handing it right back. I leaned against the backrest and just held the plastic cup. I was starting to look away when I realized that Kim was holding my gaze rather intently and I glanced back at her, a questioning look on my face.

“I should have gone out for coffee with you that day,” Kim stated rather plainly.

“Hmm?”

“You know.” Her eyes glittered as she rather obviously looked me up and down. She bit her lip, thinking of something, and then she sighed. “Maybe if I had, things would have turned out differently. I just didn’t know at the time that Adrienne was your girlfriend.”

My eyebrows furrowed and I frowned, not understanding. But before I could say anything, Kim stood up and looked around. “I’m going to go find the girls and let them know where we are.”

Misty nodded and then handed her drink to Paige, who promptly started guzzling it as fast as possible.

I glared at her, all my big brother instincts kicking in. “PAIGE!” I growled threateningly.

“Oh, poo.”

Try as I might to prevent it, Paige still managed to get completely bombed out of her mind. Grace’s Honda Accord only seated five, so the petite redhead sat up front in my lap both there and back. I had to admit that I while I couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused by a pretty girl pressed so tightly against my body, my arousal was buried beneath my protective, brotherly feelings towards her. And it felt so intimately comfortable to be holding her like this as she dozed in and out of unconsciousness for the entire drive home.

We dropped Kim off at her dorm. Paige was asleep against my chest, so we didn’t try to move her into the available seat. And then after Adrienne reached over the driver’s seat to touch Grace’s shoulder, we headed over to Grace’s and Misty’s dorm next. The two were roommates, which was how they met. Misty just chuckled with a knowing grin as she got out and even slapped me on the shoulder. “I’ll see you around, Tiger. If you survive the night.”

I just nodded, not getting the implication quite yet. I was still wrapped up with holding Paige. Then Grace headed for Paige’s dorm. Upon arrival, I scooped the sleeping girl into my arms and got out. I turned back to the car and told Adrienne, “You two go ahead. I’ll see you back at home.”

“We can wait for you, Ben,” Grace offered.

I shook my head. “It’s a short walk.” And then I turned and headed inside.

I’d been to Paige’s dorm room several times, often to escort her home and make sure she didn’t get mugged or worse. She was on a coed floor so I didn’t feel awkward roaming the halls. I did feel slightly awkward, though, as I fished through Paige’s purse for her keys and let us inside while a girl from across the way stared at us with a smirk on her face. At least her roommate was gone for the weekend, per usual. So I carried the slumbering, drunken girl over to her bed without having to deal with any extra conversation.

While I’d escorted Paige home several times, I’d never brought her back as completely wasted as she was this time. And unwilling to let her sleep fully dressed, I at least bent to pull off her shoes and then strip the socks down her legs. I pulled the pins and ties out of her hair to let it hang more loosely. And I opened up the little black tie. But I wasn’t going to go anywhere near the blouse or skirt.

Just as I was standing back up, Paige opened her eyes and asked softly, “Aren’t you going to finish?”

I blinked in surprise that she was conscious, and then shook my head in the negative. “That would be inappropriate. I’m not one to take advantage.”

Paige closed her eyes and sighed in disappointment. “You couldn’t take advantage of me if you tried,” she grumbled while reaching her own hands to the blouse, fumbling with the buttons. “You don’t even see a girl when you look at me. I’m just a kid.”

“Paige...” I began.

“What is it going to take to make you see me as a woman, Ben?” she whimpered, finishing the last button and pulling her white blouse apart to reveal a black lace bra beneath, holding her firm tits upright.

“Paige...” I started again.

“I’m wet for you, Ben. I’m always wet for you,” she whined, pushing down her skirt to reveal matching black lace panties. It wasn’t a thong or anything, but my experienced eye did notice the moisture at her crotch.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink tonight, Red,” I said firmly and bent my face down. I pecked her gently on her forehead and then pulled away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Paige pouted and frowned, but then she turned on her side away from me and curled into a semi-fetal position, tugging the blankets over her body. I forced myself to look away from her near-nude body and tried to ignore her disappointed whimper. Then I let myself out.

Once out in the hallway, I exhaled slowly. Even after all this time, it was clear Paige still had a crush on me. How could I tell her I didn’t have those kinds of feelings for her, and I didn’t think I ever would?

I shook my head and sighed. Consequences. I hadn’t even slept with Paige and there STILL were consequences.

It was quite late when I finally got home. Dealing with all the heavy emotions around Paige’s crush on me and my desire not to hurt her weighed me down. I was bone tired from dancing most of the night and feeling just a little weak from the alcohol still swimming around my system. At that moment, all I really wanted to do was spoon behind my girlfriend and hold her tightly as we drifted off into the blissful peace of sleep.

With the relative lack of soundproofing in the house, I heard sexual moans floating down from upstairs as soon as I came in the front door. Whether Brandi’s or Dayna’s room, I wasn’t sure. Maybe both.

I didn’t hear anything from Dawn’s room. Ryan usually stayed home on weekends, leaving Dawn to hang out with Gwen and Robin. Gwen was on another date with Rick Rusedski though, so perhaps Dawn and Robin had gone to hang out with some other friends for the evening. Perhaps Dawn was already home and asleep. Perhaps not. But just in case she was, I tried to be quiet as I headed for the bedroom I shared with Adrienne.

I should have recognized that moans were coming through my door as well as from upstairs. But I simply wasn’t expecting them and I was distracted by my thoughts of whether Dawn was asleep or not. So the moans hit me right in the face when I opened the door and saw my gorgeous girlfriend completely naked and atop the equally naked and nearly as gorgeous figure of Grace Choi.

Adrienne looked up at me as the door opened and she smiled. “You told us not to wait for you.”

I held my breath and nodded while leaning back against the door, closing it behind me with an audible [thump]. And then I canted my head to the side to admire the view.

Our bed was at an angle to the door, which allowed me a side-view of the girls sixty-nining in their entire naked splendor. Adrienne turned her head away from me and once again ducked her face between Grace’s legs. I couldn’t see my girlfriend’s face with Grace’s thigh blocking it, but I certainly could see the fresh wriggling in the Korean babe’s hips as Adrienne went to work on her.

At the other end, Grace was busying herself in my girlfriend’s crotch. Her beautiful face was blocked from view by Adrienne’s thighs, so I let my gaze trail across the Asian girl’s slender body. She didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on her and was willowy without appearing anorexic. My sexually calculating mind guestimated that she had 34Cs, very firm and upright against Adrienne’s belly while she continued eating my girlfriend out. And after another moment, the beautiful babe laid her head back and flashed me a smile while her jaw was coated with feminine honey.

“Your girlfriend is the best, Ben...” Grace moaned.

Then it was Adrienne’s turn to pop her head up. “I want to watch you fuck her, Tiger. I want to lie beneath her and right when she gapes her mouth open as your big dick penetrates into her tight cunt, I’m going to kiss her. Can you do that for me?”

I groaned and nodded. And I slowly began to walk forward while stripping off my clothing.

I got naked before the girls were done. Both beauties squeaked in orgasm while I was waiting and stroking my dick, but Adrienne seemed intent on eating Grace to one more climax. I finally pulled up the desk chair and sat down to watch, keeping myself hard both with my hand and the visual stimulation.

But presently, Grace arched her back and had that second orgasm. And then the girls were rolling over into position. Adrienne was on the bottom now while Grace moved to all fours atop her gorgeous lover, pressing her well-formed tits against the blonde’s more massive mammaries. They kissed and swapped spit adoringly, taking their time while whimpering sweet nothings to each other. And my cock got even bigger looking at the blending of golden blonde and jet black hair as the two faces of female perfection, one All-American and the other Asian Exotic, came together in a mass of wet lips and wetter tongues.

I was horny and hard and starting to go a little stir-crazy with impatience. But finally Adrienne reached around and spread Grace’s asscheeks to let me see the Korean girl’s pink gash and dark rosebud from behind. “It’s time, Tiger,” Adrienne husked.

Grace herself turned around. “This is your invitation, Ben. And you promised I’d cum.”

I grinned and knelt between both girls’ outstretched legs, settling my mushroom head into position. “I keep my promises.”

Grace grinned mysteriously. “Oh, I’m not worried. I already know you will.”

I could have stopped to think about her comment, but with my cockhead already rubbing against her wet pussy all I could think about was driving myself forward. So Adrienne got to watch Grace arch her neck and gasp as I penetrated the Asian girl’s tight cunt. And just like she’d asked for, Adrienne got to kiss her Sapphic lover right at the same time.

Good lord Grace was tight. Just like her torso was proportionally narrow for her 5’9” height, her pussy was similarly narrower than typical. I know I felt every inch of her tunnel as I sunk deeper and deeper into her body; and I’m sure her constricted vaginal walls felt every bump and vein of my throbbing cock. She felt great. And she felt just a bit ... familiar.

“Oh, fuck!” Grace grunted into Adrienne’s mouth.

“It looks big, but it feels even bigger,” my girlfriend said knowingly.

“I remember...” Grace sighed. “It feels just right ... Gawd damn I missed cock!”

I only answered that with a fresh lunge, skewering Grace’s thin body on my shaft while reaching around to cup her tits. It felt surreal. I didn’t know much about Grace other than that she was Adrienne’s new best friend and part-time lover. But the few times we’d been around each other, I’d certainly appreciated her stunning beauty and boner-inducing figure. Now, after watching her become Adrienne’s pussy on the side for the past few months, I was getting my chance to fuck her as well. And spurred on by the thrill of FINALLY getting a piece of her, I proceeded to fuck the everliving shit out of her.

At the same time, I felt Adrienne’s forearms against mine as she continued holding onto Grace’s ass. And then together, my girlfriend and I made our mutual lover absolutely SCREAM.

“Aaaahhhh!” Grace cried when her first orgasm shot through her body. I was pounding her almost flat asscheeks against my pelvic bone with every thrust and forcing her clit down against Adrienne’s crotch at the same time.

“Mmmphhh!” Grace moaned against Adrienne’s lips when the second orgasm lit her up. The Korean babe must not have had any dick since breaking up with her boyfriend over the break, and the way she wriggled her hips at me with a desperate urgency seemed to indicate that she really missed it.

“UNNGGGHHH!!!” Grace howled. Her hips weren’t the only thing wriggling. Her entire pussy was spasming out of control as that second orgasm swept through her body, and her bucking body was taking me along for the ride.

I’d been pistoning in and out of her clenching pussy at a rapid pace, making sure I didn’t go off prematurely but otherwise just enjoying myself as I rutted through Grace’s clenching cunt. And after watching the girls for ten minutes before joining in myself, plus fucking Grace to two climaxes, I was primed to blow.

Adrienne saw it on my face. “Cum in her, Tiger. I want to watch her eyes when she feels your hot jism splashing into her cunt. Do it! DO IT! CUM!”

“Arrgh!” I growled as my body powered its way through its final, jack-rabbit stroking before I busted my nut inside the beautiful babe sandwiched between me and my girlfriend. I’d moved my hands back to Grace’s hips, gripping her waist tightly and pinning her ass against my crotch while I strove to shove my dick another eighth of an inch deeper into her. And I groaned with ecstatic relief as I felt the torrent of jism pouring out of me.

“Guhh!” Grace simply grunted as her whole body jerked on impact. Adrienne was kissing her again and holding her best friend’s face in her hands while her boyfriend continued filling said best friend with scalding hot cum.

Grace twitched and moaned in a third orgasm, grinding her pussy against my girlfriend’s. I held myself at maximum depth, pinning her down while spunking out the final globs of jism into her still-spasming womb. And together, all three of us groaned our ecstasy while slowly humping each other’s bodies, chugging like a locomotive to an eventual stop.

Grace finally collapsed straight down and smothered Adrienne beneath her. I watched her jet black-haired head dropping down onto the mattress beside Adrienne’s golden blonde head. And while my own sweaty chest dropped onto Grace’s back, I managed to crane my neck far enough to taste my girlfriend’s lips for the first time since before we’d left for the club.

“Mmm ... that was great, Tiger,” Adrienne sighed happily.

I groaned. “Glad you liked it.”

“I did. Almost as much as Grace did.” Adrienne giggled.

I sighed, thinking of all the time that had passed since Adrienne and Grace first started having sex with each other. “We shoulda done this a long time ago.”

Grace started giggling with her head turned away. “You haven’t figured it out yet, have you?”

I frowned.

Adrienne giggled and Grace turned her head to the side and clenched her pussy around my half-hard dick. “Big Ben’s already been in here,” the Korean babe said.

“Huh?” And then it hit me: that first blindfold fuck. And more specifically, my first mystery lover. Grace had the nice tits shoved into my face and the constricted-wall, bare-shaven pussy. “That was you?”

Grace laughed and Adrienne nodded to me. “I talked about how fucking great you were in the sack, Tiger,” my girlfriend giggled. “I talked to her so much about it last semester that she just HAD to take you for a ride.”

“Then why the blindfold?”

Grace shrugged. “I dunno. I sorta convinced myself that if you didn’t know it was me, then I wouldn’t have really been cheating on my boyfriend back home, or something. I just HAD to have some cock and Adrienne was always raving about the things you did together.” Then Grace giggled and reached a hand out to Adrienne, caressing her cheek and then glancing back at me. “But fuck ... now that I’m single, we are SOOO doing this again.” She clenched her pussy muscles around my half-hard cock, still imbedded inside her, to punctuate her statement.

“Wait, who was the second girl?” I looked straight at Adrienne, my mind swirling with the possibilities. Misty? SHE had a boyfriend, too. But would she have used the same blindfold rationalization? Kim? Someone else entirely? Ah, hell...

My girlfriend just giggled and gave me an enigmatic smile. “We’re not telling.”

“Adriennnnne...” I whined, finally pulling out of Grace’s pussy and flopping onto my back.

“Nope,” my girlfriend flashed me a Cheshire grin. “The secret just makes things that much more delicious. Besides, your work isn’t done yet.”

“Huh?”

Adrienne smiled wickedly. “I’m gonna suck all your sperm outta my girlfriend here, and then it’s my turn to lay on top of her while you spunk another load of cum up my little asshole, okay?”

Yeah, the mystery could wait.

I actually fucked Adrienne’s pussy before shoving my dick into her ass.

Actually, I fucked Adrienne’s pussy, then slotted down and fucked Grace for a bit again before finally moving up top and shoving my dick into my girlfriend’s ass. And then it was Grace’s turn to kiss Adrienne’s gaping mouth as the busty blonde orgasmed while feeling me pour a river of semen into the depths of her bowels.

After that, the three of us squeezed into the shower. We got cleaned up and then while drying off, the two girls knelt on the bath mat and gave me a dual blowjob until I nutted into Adrienne’s mouth. Greedily, she swallowed most of it. But she left one glob and extended it out on her tongue for Grace to suck off. And then we finally retired to bed.

Adrienne wound up in the middle, spooned behind her best friend and lover while being spooned by her boyfriend. And the three of us happily drifted off to sleep.

“Good lord, girl. Are you even wearing panties?” I looked Dawn up and down, taking in the ultra-tight miniskirt she was currently wearing. From behind, it didn’t seem like she could even hide a thong from the way it stuck to her buttcheeks, and the sight of her gorgeous ass had stopped me dead in my tracks as I came in the door on this Friday evening. I was running late from a group project of my own.

“Why? Wanna find out?” My best friend giggled as she turned and wriggled that ass in my direction.

“It’s pretty cold out there, isn’t it?” It WAS January after all. Even in California, January can get chilly.

Dawn shrugged. “I’m bringing a jacket on our date.”

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms over my chest. “Well? You freeballing it or what?”

“I don’t have balls, Ben. You should know that.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I’m naked and bare underneath, Ben,” Dawn crooned seductively before giggling. “I’m just trying to be a good girlfriend for my boyfriend.”

“Don’t remember you going out without underwear when we were dating,” I grumped.

“We barely dated outside of summer camp, Ben. And getting me naked was never difficult.” Dawn smirked.

I shook my head and headed back into the living room where Adrienne and Paige were hanging out. I glanced around for the usual suspects. Not finding some of them, I asked curiously, “Gwen? Robin? Bert?”

Adrienne looked up at me. “Rick’s picking up Gwen from her dorm room. Robin and Bert were going to hang out here, but they’re in our bedroom at the moment.”

My eyebrows rose. “Really?” There was a ton of sexual innuendo in my voice.

Adrienne shook her head. “It’s not what you think.” She grabbed me by my elbow and led me over to our bedroom door. Instead of the expected sounds of aggressive fucking, I heard two of my best friends currently engaged in a screaming match. Robin was in her usual sarcastic mode and Bert was just trying to hang on for dear life.

“Ah ... young love...” I drawled nostalgically.

Adrienne smiled. “What? You miss our fights?”

I shrugged. “Every couple has them. When Robin and Bert were friends, they had nothing to fight about. Now that they’re screwing on a regular basis, everything is up for debate. It’s the way of the world.”

“Just because they’re screwing?” Adrienne chuckled. “You’re screwing Dayna and I never see you fighting with her.”

“Sure I do. We argue about roommate stuff all the time. She tries to use sex to get me to do stuff for her or withhold sex when she’s upset with me. Doesn’t happen very often because she’s not actually my girlfriend and we don’t NEED to be fucking each other. Heck, I don’t think we’ve even done it once this semester.”

“Brandi then,” Adrienne stated.

I shrugged. “Brandi’s my sister.”

“You’ve fucked her three or four times since we got back to school. Once, I think Matt even showed up downstairs while you two were at it.”

I chuckled. THAT one had been a close call. Dawn had needed to distract Matt long enough for Brandi to get her clothes on and get downstairs. Still, I shook my head. “Brandi and I used to fight all the time when we were younger.”

“But not anymore. What changed?”

I shrugged. “I dunno. We grew up. And really, if something about her bugs me, I can just let it go. She’s my sister; I don’t really need or want to change her.”

“We fight.” Adrienne raised her eyebrows. “Does that mean you want to change me?”

I sighed and leaned against the door frame. “Couples fight because they demand the very best from their partners. You once talked to me about ‘expectations’, about ground rules. If you expect something of me and don’t get it, you wind up disappointed in me and you’ll bring it up so that I’ll know how you want me to change. You said a long time ago that you’re an independent girl and you never let a boyfriend order you around. I haven’t tried. If I had, we’d be getting into a lot more fights, too.”

As if on cue, Bert started whining through the door, “I THOUGHT you were my girlfriend! I THOUGHT you were going to be there for me when I needed you!”

I jerked my thumb towards the door. “Boyfriends and girlfriends always want perfection from their partners. They demand more from them than they would another friend. Bert had certain expectations. They weren’t met, and now he’s upset.”

“Do you expect perfection from me, Ben?” Adrienne asked a little warily.

I sighed. “I try not to. But yeah, I’ve got my hopes. You threw me for a loop with the ‘no kids’ thing. But as my girlfriend, yeah, I expect that eventually we’ll get engaged and married and have a family. Someday — not right now — but someday. And if we don’t...” I exhaled. “Yeah, I’ll be pretty disappointed.”

Adrienne chewed on that for a second. “But you don’t expect anything from Brandi because she’s your sister?”

“Family’s family. I can’t break up with family. There’s no point in trying to change her because at the end of the day, she’s still my sister. You, on the other hand, are my girlfriend. My partner in life.” I shrugged. “And selfishly, wouldn’t you want your partner to be the very best partner on the planet?”

Adrienne blinked. “I suppose.”

She went quiet and figuring the conversation was over, I looked into the living room where Paige was playing Final Fantasy while Dawn was watching and waiting for Ryan to arrive. Adrienne followed after me. And once we sat down on the other couch, I jerked my thumb back toward our bedroom and asked Adrienne, “How long have they been in there? I KNOW you’re gonna take forever to get dressed for us to go out tonight.”

Adrienne winced and looked sidelong at me. “I’m going to disappoint you now, Ben.”

“Huh?”

“I know it’s a Friday and I know we’d talked about going out. But Grace called me a half-hour ago and she really needs to see me tonight.”

I grinned. “Tell her she can come with both of us.” I was already imagining a repeat threesome.

Adrienne exhaled and shook her head. “Just me. Girl stuff.”

I shrugged and said, “Sure. No problem.”

My girlfriend tilted her eyebrows questioningly. “No problem? After that speech you just made about expectations and disappointment?”

I smirked. “If it were just about that, no one would ever date anyone else. Too much pressure. There’s got to be a lot of love and understanding, too, a willingness to bury what I want for what you need. I’m cool. I’m sure Paige won’t mind if I hang out here and keep her company.”

“Really?” Paige perked up, pausing the game as she looked at me excitedly. Dawn looked over at me with a bemused smile.

Adrienne grinned, too. “When did you get so smart about relationships?”

I rolled my eyes. “Keira. Megan. Brandi. Felicia. Dawn.” I gestured to Dawn as I mentioned her name. “Every girl around me seems to be trying to teach me the mysteries of love. Plus, I AM paying attention to what makes us happy.”

Adrienne giggled and rubbed my thigh. “Thanks, Tiger. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get home.”

It was my turn to grin. “And that’s the other benefit to being a caring and understanding boyfriend.”

“You’d better believe it.” Adrienne flashed me a sultry, decidedly lustful look. And then my stunningly gorgeous blonde girlfriend stood up and stretched, thrusting her big tits forward.

She waggled a finger at Paige. “Hey Paige, I AM going to come home and need my boyfriend for sex, young lady. So you’re only allowed to fuck him once tonight, okay?”

I rolled my eyes and both Dawn and Paige giggled. Then Adrienne kissed me and left to meet up with Grace.

Five minutes later, Ryan arrived to pick up Dawn. Once again, we sent her into her bedroom. Then, I bumped fists with the guy and we made small talk while Dawn pretended to need a few more minutes in front of a mirror. She then emerged from her bedroom to suitable oohs and ahhs from us guys. And I stared at Dawn’s gorgeous ass in that miniskirt with some jealousy while they left.

And then I turned back to Paige and Final Fantasy. But the petite redhead just paused the video game and turned to me. “So where do you want to have sex?”

I rolled my eyes, momentarily imagining the little redhead naked on her back beside me. But I gruffly replied, “We’re not.”

“But Adrienne said I could only—”

“PAIGE,” I growled warningly.

“Oh, poo.”

Adrienne certainly made it up to me that night when she returned. In fact, I found over the next couple of weeks that my girlfriend always became a wildcat in bed whenever she returned home with Grace’s smell on her. She especially went into a frenzy whenever I deeply kissed her and rather obviously slurped up the taste of Grace’s pussy off her lips.

And I didn’t have to get it secondhand all the time, either. Twice more, the lithe Korean babe joined us for red hot threesomes. The last one, Grace even helped me handcuff Adrienne to the bed and we spent over an hour double-teaming the stunningly gorgeous blonde. Grace quite enthusiastically spanked my girlfriend’s ass while I fucked the perpetually-orgasming blonde’s face. And double-penetrating Adrienne with my cock and a strap-on was something Grace definitely wanted to try again.

But far more often, Adrienne and Grace did their thing alone, without me. I was just around to occasionally satisfy Grace’s urges for real cock before she found another boyfriend. As good as the sex was between us, Grace and I had no emotional connection and she didn’t want to get attached to me, nor give Adrienne any reason to believe she was moving in on her lover’s boyfriend.

But while Grace wasn’t moving in on me, she WAS taking up more and more of Adrienne’s time. After a few more weeks, it was getting to the point where Adrienne would head over to Grace’s dorm to spend the evenings after classes ended instead of coming home. I stayed at our house chatting with Dawn, Paige, and the rest of my crew.

Overall, it was fine with me. I was still seeing Adrienne for two or three lunches a week; and I was getting to be on friendlier terms with Grace, Kim, and Misty. Besides, my girlfriend always came home to my bed before midnight after Grace had gotten her all warmed up, and I reaped the sexual rewards.

But I was starting to miss my girlfriend.

“Almost home. It’s been such a LONG day...” Dawn bumped her hip into mine, momentarily knocking me off balance while we trudged around the final turn towards the house.

“Whatever,” I sighed.

“Come ON, Ben.” The beautiful blonde patted my arm. “You used to be so excited to head back!”

I snorted. “That’s when I had a loving girlfriend waiting for me at home.”

Dawn frowned. “Today’s Tuesday. Adrienne’s usually home because Grace has that late class or something, right?”

I furrowed my eyebrows and thought about it before perking up and smiling. “It’s Tuesday? I totally thought today was Wednesday.”

“You wish.” Dawn shook her head, her crystal blue eyes sparkling at me. “You must have had an even longer day than me.”

“Don’t ask.”

Then Dawn tightened her arm around mine, pulling me in close as she rubbed her shoulder against mine. “Still, it does seem like Adrienne’s never home anymore. If it bugs you that much, why haven’t you talked to her about it?”

I shrugged. “I’m not the smothering type. Adrienne’s entitled to hang out with her friends.”

“’Hang out’ is one thing. But you’re her boyfriend. You deserve some quality time, too.”

I waggled my head. “She comes home every night. And it’s not like I’m not getting laid often enough.”

Dawn sighed. “There’s more to a relationship than sex, Ben. You two used to spend every available minute together. Last semester, I know you spent the whole day with me because your schedule and hers didn’t line up at all. But once you got home, you couldn’t get enough of each other.”

Dawn squeezed my arm and looked over at me with concern. “But lately?”

I sighed. “I know ... And I miss her...”

“You should. It reminds you that you still love her. With how much time the two of you spend apart, start worrying the minute you don’t miss her.”

I smiled and patted Dawn’s hand that was still wrapped around my arm. “You’re right. I need to talk to her. Communication, right?”

She nodded and then we arrived at the house. Ryan, Adrienne, Paige, and Gwen were already present and waved to us as we entered. Paige actually got off the couch and ran over to me, jumping into my arms for a hug. “Hiya, Ben!”

“Hiya, Red.” I hugged her and then set her back down on the floor.

“Ooh, I gotta tell you about my day! There was this boy, and—”

I stopped and arched an eyebrow, all my protective instincts coming to the fore.

“ReLAX,” Paige giggled. “He didn’t do anything to me. Anyways, I was walking in the quad and...” The petite redhead continued to chatter away while I nodded, half-listening to her and half-moving into the house.

Meanwhile, Gwen was chatting up Kevin Weiss, Dayna’s boy-toy. Both were doing some light flirting, but it didn’t seem serious. Thankfully, Rick Rusedski had been doing a good job of keeping Gwen occupied and while they still had not defined themselves as boyfriend/girlfriend, they clearly were dating regularly. Plus, Dayna was right there in the room as well.

Ryan got up from the couch to greet Dawn with a kiss and a hug. Adrienne, on the other hand, stayed on the couch until I approached and bent to kiss her ‘hello’. She smiled at me quickly before turning her face back into her books.

“Hey, wanna go on a nugget run with me?” I asked my girlfriend. McDonald’s was running one of their Tuesday McNugget promotions and I was well-known in the house for my ability to scarf the little processed hunks of chicken by the bucket load.

“Ooh! Can I come?” Paige perked up.

Adrienne looked up and shrugged. “Let Paige go with you. I just want to finish this up before I go anywhere.”

Paige was already packing away her books and looking for her shoes but I waved her off and turned back to my girlfriend. “Really, A.D. I wanted to take a walk with you.” Then I glanced at Paige. “Sorry, Red.”

Adrienne looked up at me, furrowing her eyebrows as she searched my face for greater meaning. And when she realized I was serious she softened and nodded. “Uh, okay. Just gimme ten minutes, alright?”

I nodded and left the living room to drop off my bag and use the restroom. When I returned, Paige glowered at me. But when Adrienne wasn’t ready to go just yet, I sat down beside the petite redhead and started chatting with her while she lifted my arm, snuggled herself beneath it, and happily engaged me in conversation.

About sixteen minutes after Adrienne’s pronouncement, she put away her books and looked over at me. “Okay. Let’s go. Anyone else want some?”

We took orders for an extra seven 6-piece McNuggets and left. I reached my hand out and Adrienne comfortably intertwined her fingers through mine. And just as we hit the sidewalk, she took a deep breath and said, “So tell me what’s bugging you, Tiger.”

I sighed, frowning. “I miss you.”

“Miss me? I’m right here.” Adrienne squeezed my hand as if to remind me.

“You know what I mean. We don’t spend much quality time together anymore,” I sighed, recalling Dawn’s words.

Adrienne giggled. “Last night was a pretty good example of quality being more important than quantity.”

I blushed. We DID have a pretty amazing round of sex before going to sleep last night. We only went once, but it was a very good one time. But I shook my head. “But there’s more to a relationship than sex, Adrienne.”

My girlfriend arched an eyebrow at me. “Is this Ben talking or Dawn talking?”

“Huh?”

“Whose words are those? Yours? Or Dawns?” Adrienne’s eyes narrowed and a bit of an edge creeped into her voice. “You can’t expect us to have the same kind of relationship Dawn would have with you, Ben.”

“No, no, don’t take this the wrong way, Adrienne.” I squeezed her hand. “Yeah, I talked to Dawn about this. She’s my best friend. And believe me, I’m not complaining about our fantastic sex life. It’s just that sometimes I wish we had more of a normal boyfriend/girlfriend relationship.”

“What do you mean?”

I fidgeted, thinking about it. “Let me put it this way: Are you getting everything you want from me?”

“Yeah,” Adrienne shrugged. “Warm arms at night. Love and affection at all times. Absofriggin’ amazing sex when I’m horny. And I know I can always depend on you. I’m happy, Ben. Aren’t you?”

“I’m not UN-happy,” I hedged. And then I exhaled slowly as well. “But I don’t know if I’m getting everything I want out of this relationship.”

“What more do you want?”

“I never see you anymore,” I almost whimpered.

My girlfriend sighed. “It’s not like I wasn’t hanging out with Grace and the rest of them last semester.”

“Of course you were. But it just feels like you’re hanging out with them so much MORE now. I see you a few times at lunch. But some days, from the time I say goodbye after breakfast I don’t see you again until it’s time to go to sleep.”

“So what? You just want me around?”

“Not just ‘around’. I want to talk to you. I want to share my day with you. I want to hear about yours.”

Adrienne laughed and shook her head in disbelief. “Am I the girl in this relationship or are you?”

“Adrienne...”

“We’ve got a great thing, Ben. The sex is incredible. I know you love me and I can always depend on you to be there for me.”

“But can I depend on you to be there for me?”

Adrienne exhaled. “I do my own thing. You do yours. And we come together every now and again to make the both of us happy. It’s been working great so far.”

I interlaced the fingers of both my hands. “But shouldn’t we be more interconnected? Isn’t that what it means to be in a relationship together?” By now, we had arrived at the McDonald’s and started looking around to make sure no one overheard the more delicate parts of our conversation. Sensing that we weren’t finished yet, I came to a stop outside the doors.

But Adrienne reached for the handle. “I was always independent. I have my own schedule. I thought I made that clear. I’m no one’s beck and call; not even yours.”

“And I’m not asking you to be.”

“Aren’t you? What happened, Ben? You never had this desperation to share your day with me; you did enough of that with Dawn. You were never this ... needy ... before.” And then she pulled the door open and went inside.

I sighed and followed after.

We silently stood in line together, not holding hands. Adrienne folded her arms beneath her breasts, lifting them and drawing the attention of just about every male in the vicinity.

One such male was with his girlfriend and just about to order. The girl asked for two ice cream cones and nudged her boyfriend, who was busy staring at Adrienne’s tits. “You want anything else?” she asked.

“Nuhh...” the guy answered distractedly, still staring at Adrienne’s chest. But just as the cashier finished punching in buttons, he stood up straight and spun around. “Oh, and a Big Mac. No pickles.”

“That’ll be $5.43,” the cashier replied.

The guy dug into his wallet and pulled out a $5 and a $1. He paid and took the receipt before standing off to the side with his girlfriend.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” the girl growled in a heated voice.

“What?” the guy frowned, clearly surprised to find his girlfriend was upset with him.

“You said you weren’t getting anything to eat!”

“I changed my mind.”

“But if you knew you were getting something, I would have gotten something to eat, too.”

The guy shrugged. “If you wanted something, you should have just gotten it regardless of whether or not I got something.”

The girl was looking very upset and drawing the attention of those of us still in line. “No! What I want is influenced by what you want! That’s what it means to be a couple!”

“No it doesn’t!”

“I didn’t want to get something to eat by myself if you weren’t going to eat, too! But since you’re getting a Big Mac, I could have ordered something.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“You caught me off-guard! I didn’t have time to think!” Her voice was getting shrill. “And I thought we were just taking our ice cream and leaving! I wouldn’t have forced you to sit down and watch me eat. But apparently YOU have no such problems. You’re so inconsiderate!”

“Okay, okay!” the poor guy held up his hands in defeat. “Let’s just get back in line and we’ll order something for you!”

“Forget it!” The girl turned and stomped out of the store. She turned on the sidewalk and walked huffily away.

“But, but...” the guy held his hands out, reaching for his girlfriend in disbelief while also waving towards the counter where his food would be arriving shortly. But the girl was long gone.

“Order number fifty-seven!” the McDonald’s server called out.

“Fucking hell,” the guy muttered under his breath. He snatched up the paper bag and two ice cream cones. Then he tore off out of the store in hot pursuit of his girlfriend.

By now, it was Adrienne’s and my turn to order. My girlfriend arched her eyebrow at me and glanced significantly at the door where the guy had just run out. “Is that what you really want?”

I just sighed and stepped up to order my nuggets.

Adrienne and I were pretty quiet around each other that evening. We worked on our respective homework assignments. As usual, since my classes were mostly with Dawn I spent more time chatting with my best friend instead of my girlfriend. But even when the work was done, Adrienne and I were both lost in our own thoughts.

I spent the rest of the evening pondering what I really wanted from Adrienne. She was right: she HAD made clear that she was independent. Yeah, she liked to submit herself physically from time to time, to put herself under my control as a display of trust and love. But on a daily basis, she did her own thing and I did mine. In High School, she had her friends and I had my crew. We joined together occasionally but I let my girlfriend live her own life.

But after the death of her father and her subsequent “adoption” of sorts by my family, Adrienne and I naturally spent a LOT more time together. Even last semester, with her forming her own group of friends outside of the house, we were still around each other more often than not.

I’d gotten used to it. I’d gotten used to having her around. And now that she was finding other people to hang out with besides me, I was getting jealous.

Was it fair? Didn’t Adrienne deserve to spend time with her friends? Was I really being... needy? Or did I just want more time with my girlfriend?

And did I really want to be... dependent ... on anyone? Adrienne and I had a well-functioning relationship that had made us both happy for quite a while. We never had the kinds of fights the McDonald’s couple had. In part, that was because of our independence from each other. We really were two individuals who came together quite often for mutual pleasure. She had her ways of making me happy. I had my ways of making her happy. Most of these had to do with physical pleasures like cuddling and sex. Why mess with a good formula?

I knew the answer: Because our love had to evolve. We were both growing up from High School kids into College near-adults. And from here, we would continue to grow up into the full-fledged Young Adults of our twenties. And from there, we would continue to change.

Keira had once talked to me of Love. She was right, then. I was a 16-year-old kid who didn’t understand it. Maybe I still didn’t understand it even now. But I was getting a better idea.

When I was a teenager, love was simple. Love was a fuzzy feeling that made me happy when a pretty girl smiled at me. Love was gratefulness to her for letting me have sex with her. Love was a desire to spend more time with her and get more fuzzy feelings and have more wonderful sex.

With Adrienne, my sense of Love had come to include responsibility. I was her champion. Her need for me made me feel strong, made me feel like a man. And when I comforted and protected her, she rewarded me not only with incredible sex but also the physical pleasure of her friends. It was an arrangement that made me very happy and very satisfied.

But now as I was growing up and getting a sense for what I wanted in the future, I was starting to realize that my relationship with Adrienne, as is, wouldn’t cut it anymore. Two individuals coming together for mutual pleasure on a regular basis was good enough for High School. Maybe it would even be good enough for college. But it wouldn’t be good enough for the rest of my life. I would need a partner who wanted to share my existence, to live my life WITH me, not just have sex with me a couple of times every day. Eventually, I would need someone who wanted to raise my family with me.

Was Adrienne that person? Maybe. We were young. Her dad had died less than a year ago. And she’d admitted she hadn’t thought much of the future just yet. But that didn’t mean she never would and just because she didn’t plan to have children didn’t mean she wouldn’t change her mind down the road. If nothing else, I loved her. I would give her the benefit of the doubt.

We had time.

But for starters, I wanted to spend a little more regular time with my girlfriend. And for that, I had to let her know.

“Adrienne?” I asked softly.

She turned her head away from the TV and looked up at me with a little smile. She was expecting this. “Yeah, Ben?”

“Can we talk?”

She nodded warmly. “Sure, Ben.”

I thrust forward a final time, grunting my orgasm into Adrienne’s ear as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into her sucking pussy. My girlfriend arched her back beneath me, thrusting those glorious tits against my naked chest while she moaned in ecstatic bliss. I felt my biceps tensing as I clutched her body with savage power, holding my pelvic bone against her crotch as the diluvial torrent of jism poured forth. And together we scaled the heights of absolute physical delight.

But when it was all over, I lay my forehead against the mattress beside her head

“Good talk,” Adrienne sighed.

“You distracted me,” I growled.

Adrienne giggled musically and patted my back. “You said you wanted a more ‘adult’ relationship.”

“That wasn’t what I meant by ‘adult’.”

“Doesn’t get much more adult than that, Tiger. Or do you wanna tie me up, blindfold me, and stick it in my ass while you use that new riding crop to raise some welts on my soft, creamy skin?”

“Adrienne...” I groaned.

“It’s okay, Ben. I get it. Whether or not I feel like our relationship is just perfect, you obviously don’t. You want to spend more time with me. I understand that.”

“You do?”

She nodded and touched her nose to my cheek. “You’re a romantic at heart, Ben. You’ve been my white knight, and now you’re dreaming of sweeping away your princess to Happily Ever After.”

“Well ... I’d like to think I’m still practical about it.”

“Maybe. But you know what you want: marriage, family, all that. I have to tell you those things weren’t in my plans. Not for a long time from now at least.”

“Adrienne...”

“I love you, Ben,” she said quickly, rubbing her nose against mine. “I can’t lose you. I won’t let that happen.”

“You won’t?”

“You’re a part of me. Forever and always...” She exhaled slowly, and then turned her head to the opposite side, looking away from me.

I picked my own head off the mattress, supporting my weight on my elbows while my dick gradually deflated inside her. I leaned to the side so that I could see her face and she eventually returned her gaze back to me.

“Just...” Adrienne began hesitantly before looking at me, her hazel eyes a little dull. “Don’t hate me, okay?”

“Huh?”

She shook her head and smiled. “I love you, Ben. I’ll always love you for what you did for me and for bringing me into your family.”

“What are you talking about?” I was confused.

She smiled and shook her head again. “Nothing.” She kissed me and clenched down with her pussy muscles, squeezing me rhythmically. “Make love to me again?”

“Adrienne, what’s going on?”

“Please, Ben? I love you. One more time?”

Adrienne planted a slow-burn kiss that somehow still had all the fire of a nuclear one, sweeping away my concerns. She loved me. Without a doubt, Adrienne loved me. And as long as we had that, everything would be alright, wouldn’t it?

So I kissed her back and started rotating my hips to help get me hard again. And then I pulled back and smiled at her. “One more time.”

I swiped the keys to the Mustang and got it freshly washed and waxed. Yeah, I couldn’t necessarily have pride in the car since it wasn’t actually mine. But I still wanted everything to look good as we rolled up in style.

Chez Panisse wasn’t that far away. But there was no way I was going to make a woman walk that far in high-heels; not if I wanted to get laid that night. After all, it was my first REAL Valentine’s Day with Adrienne. True, we’d had an amazing National Single Awareness Day non-date last year when we were ‘nottogether’. But this time we really were together and I intended to make it a night to remember.

It certainly was a memorable night at that. Just not in the way I was expecting.

To get me out of Adrienne’s way, I’d gotten dressed in Brandi’s room and then hung around upstairs, chatting with Brandi while she got ready for her Valentine’s Day date. My beautiful, dark-haired sister looked positively delectable in her skimpy lingerie as she prepped; and I nearly threw a monkey wrench into the whole thing when I just HAD to throw her onto her bed and give her a passionate kiss while groping her ass.

But a giggling Brandi pushed me away and went to fix her makeup. Then I obediently closed my eyes and tried to relax while she finished up. And then about a half-hour before my dinner reservations, Adrienne called up the stairs, “We’re ready.”

All I really heard was the word “ready”. The term “we’re” didn’t set off any alarms for me as I patted Brandi’s ass in her mini-dress and then headed downstairs. And then holding a gorgeous bouquet of bouquet of peach lilies and yellow tulips, I knocked on my bedroom door and prepared to be dazzled by Adrienne’s awe-inspiring beauty.

My jaw dropped when the door opened. Paige stood there, looking radiantly beautiful in a dark blue strapless sheath dress that showed off her creamy shoulders and dipped low enough in front to prove she did not have only a little girl’s bosom. The sleek form elongated her body, making her look taller than she was, with the hemline stopping halfway down her thighs.

Her dark auburn hair was half-up and half-down, a decidedly more mature look than her typical pigtails. Diamond studs decorated her elfin ears, and she’d definitely been taking Adrienne-lessons in makeup. Her dark blue eyes stood out brilliantly as she looked up at me with a little smile on her face. Overall, the little girl could pass for her 20s, with a Natalie Portman-esque childlike maturity.

“Wow, Paige,” I breathed. “You look beautiful.”

The petite redhead blushed prettily and glanced down at her shoes, the 2-inch heels boosting her up to 5’4”. “Thanks, Ben,” she said bashfully before lifting her gaze up to my face and seeming happier than ever in her life.

“Got a hot date tonight?” I asked with a little grin.

Paige blinked twice, looking hesitant all of a sudden. And then she turned to the side where I saw Adrienne sitting by her vanity, putting her own finishing touches on her face.

I tapped my watch and said to my girlfriend, “Clock’s ticking, A.D.”

Adrienne bowed her head, her shoulders hunching slightly. I couldn’t see her face, but a quick glance at the vanity mirror showed me that her eyes were squeezed shut and a grimace was on her face. Immediately, I was worried as I walked forward to her while asking, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Adrienne sat up straight as soon as my hand landed on her shoulder. She reached up to touch my hand and smiled at me, saying, “Nothing. It’s okay.”

I furrowed my eyebrows and searched her face. Things didn’t seem quite fine, but Chez Panisse was a very expensive restaurant and I didn’t want to miss our reservation. So I nodded and said, “Okay, let’s go.”

Adrienne took a deep breath. “I’m not going with you.”

If we’d been upstairs, my jaw would not only have hit the floor, but crashed through it and down to hit the first floor. “Wait, what?”

“You’re going out with Paige tonight.”

I turned and furrowed my eyebrows. The cute redhead just stood by the door, looking a little awkwardly at me. “Wait, what?” I repeated.

Paige’s lower lip quivered and immediately I felt bad. “Oh, Red. It’s not you. I’m just ... just ... What is going on?”

Paige looked back at Adrienne and I spun around to my girlfriend. Adrienne looked over at the other girl and told her, “Wait outside for a minute. Lemme talk to Ben.”

The pretty redhead nodded and stepped outside, closing the door. I knew that sounds would carry rather well through the door and I stepped back up to Adrienne and parked my ass on the edge of the bed while she turned in her vanity seat. “Explain,” I nearly ordered.

“It’s simple. You’re taking out Paige tonight.”

“Why? You’re my girlfriend. This is Valentine’s Day,” I growled.

“It’s just another night.”

“No it isn’t.” This was important to me and I was having trouble keeping my volume under control.

“Trust me.”

Oh, how I had started to hate those two words. “Trust you?”

Adrienne bit her lip. “Have I ever let you down?”

“There’s a first time for everything. Dammit! I’d like to know what the hell is going on!”

“Please, Ben. This would mean so much to Paige.”

“Paige? Adrienne, I TOLD you I didn’t want to complicate these relationships with my friends. Things get weird. Things get awkward. I DON’T want to screw up my friendship with Paige.”

“You’re too late. The girl is head over heels in love with you.”

“It’s just a crush.”

Adrienne shook her head. “She’s in LOVE. C’mon, Ben. She’s here every day. She plays video games with you and sticks around in the evening as long as possible before she has to go home to sleep. She runs across campus to meet you for lunch, no matter if you’re with Dawn or with me or whoever. And she runs to your side at every opportunity to talk about her day and share with you.”

“And what? Taking her out on a Valentine’s Day date is somehow going to STOP that?”

“No. Not at all.”

“Adrienne, what are you doing?”

“Just trust me, Ben. Do this and I swear I’ll explain everything to you tomorrow. Everything.”

She emphasized the last word and there was a finality in Adrienne’s voice that floored me. I blinked rapidly and tried to process the hidden meaning. Clearly, something was going on that I wasn’t seeing. Sometimes I really HATED being a dense, oblivious male.

“Please, Ben.” Adrienne’s tone pleaded even further. “This is what has to happen for the both of us.”

“I don’t understand.” I frowned, feeling helplessly impotent.

“Trust me,” she intoned with desperation in her voice.

“Adrienne, this ISN’T what I wanted. I wanted my first real Valentine’s date with you,” I pleaded. “I wanted a night of passionate romance with the woman I love more than anyone in the world!”

“You still can have the passionate night. You’ll still get laid.”

“That’s not the point,” I grumped. I knew, like always, that she would still be here to make love with me when I got home. Adrienne and I had not missed a single night together all year. “I had an evening planned for us, not just fucking in bed come midnight.”

“Paige is out there, Ben, waiting for you. So what are you gonna do? LEAVE that poor girl completely heartbroken? She’s in love. And she’s all dressed up for you.”

Oh, come ON. Was this really how it was going to go down? If I didn’t take Paige out, Adrienne was going to make me feel like I was abandoning the poor girl? I shook my head angrily. “Sometimes I really hate it when you manipulate me like this, Adrienne.”

“You’ve always liked my surprises.”

“Surprises are one thing. This is different. You’re fucking with a little girl’s emotions out there. She’s just a kid.”

“She’s eighteen, Ben; almost nineteen. Hell, she’s a few weeks OLDER than YOU.”

“You know what I mean.” I shook my head.

“Clock’s ticking, Ben.” Adrienne tapped her wrist.

I exhaled slowly, simmering with tension just beneath the surface. I took an additional few deep breaths, scowling unhappily. I didn’t understand what was going on, but the reservation time was approaching. And poor little Paige was standing out in the living room, wondering what the hell was going on.

Adrienne had me. I cared too much about Paige’s feelings and I couldn’t let her down.

“This isn’t over,” I glared at my girlfriend.

“Don’t you trust me, Ben?”

“Of course,” I sighed. Still scowling, I glared at my girlfriend. This was not how I expected this night to go. “You promise you’ll explain everything later?”

“I promise,” she nodded.

I blinked and only then did I realize that despite Adrienne not coming with me, she was dressed up for an evening out. “And where are you going tonight?”

My girlfriend tilted her head, her eyes canting in apology while she brushed her golden hair behind her ear. “With Grace. Who else?”

Who else indeed. Adrienne had spent far more time with Grace than ME this semester so far. I exhaled and then bent to kiss my girlfriend on her lips. “I love you, Adrienne.”

“I love you too, Tiger,” she said softly, moisture forming in her eyes. And then she quickly looked away from me.

I had no idea what the hell was going on. But soon, I was going to find out.

“Are you disappointed to be out with me?” Paige said hesitantly from her seat next to me. Her lower lip quivered and she appeared on the verge of crying.

I blinked and sat up straight, belatedly realizing that I’d been dead silent for a good five minutes while we’d been waiting for our table. Even with reservations for a specific time, it always took a little longer to get seated. After all, it was Valentine’s Day, and a Friday night to boot.

Paige had her hand on my leg and I covered it with my own, rubbing it with my palm gently as I wiped the scowl off my face and tried to smile. “No, Red. Not disappointed. This was all just ... unexpected, that’s all.”

She blinked rapidly, searching my face for any signs that I was just faking it. Then she nodded slowly and said, “Adrienne said this was the only way she’d get you to go out with me. If either of us had asked ahead of time, you would have talked and talked and overtalked about maintaining the friendship and not being able to return the same kinds of feelings I have for you.”

I snorted. “She’s right.”

“Then whether you’re disappointed or not, Ben, know that I’m very happy you’re here with me.” And with that, Paige stretched up so that she could kiss my cheek.

I sighed and patted her hand. At that point, a hostess came over and called my name. Squeezing Paige’s hand in my own, I stood us up and we headed to our table.

We took our seats. Nobody even attempted to offer us wine or cocktails. And I sized up the restaurant. It had come highly-recommended by Dawn, and although the meal would put a sizeable dent in my wallet, I was impressed. It was cozy, intimate, and yet upscale.

But Paige wasn’t even looking around. When I brought my gaze back to her I found that she had both elbows on the table while holding her cheeks in her hands, staring adoringly right at me. I sighed and wondered for the fifteenth time if I shouldn’t have just scrapped the plans entirely. I wouldn’t have been able to get the deposit back for this reservation, but at least I wouldn’t feel awkward about the situation. Leaning back in my seat casually, I canted my head and stated, “This isn’t going to turn out how you want it to, Red.”

“And how do you think I want it to turn out?”

I paused and searched Paige’s eyes, not daring to answer that. Instead, I waited for the momentary tension to pass before replying, “I care a lot about you, Paige.”

“But you’re in love with Adrienne,” Paige shrugged. “I get it.”

“Then why?”

“Why am I in love with you? I can’t help the way I feel, Ben. You’re the white knight that rescued me.”

“Like six months ago.” I sighed, my eyes narrowing at her use of the term ‘white knight’ the same way Adrienne had less than an hour earlier.

Paige shrugged and gave me a pixie wink. “So? You’re still just as handsome and strong and kind and smart and everything I could ever want in a man.”

“But what are you expecting of me? Knowing that I’m with someone else.”

Paige blinked. “If you were any other guy, I might try to get over my crush. But ... things are different with you and Adrienne. You two aren’t nearly as... ‘committed’ is not the right word; you’re committed to each other. But you’re definitely not as monogamous as most.”

“So?”

“So...” Paige took a long, deep breath. “Adrienne told me that maybe there’s room in your relationship for me.”

I blinked in shock. “She did?”

Paige nodded, reaching her hand across the table to cover mine. “Please?”

I frowned.

“You said you care a lot about me, right?”

“Of course I do,” I breathed. I thought of all the ways I cared about her more than a typical friend. When we’d first met, I’d planned on doing my best to befriend her and assume a role of protective big brother. My “rescue”, as it was, inspired in me that cosmic sense of responsibility over her. Her petite size, youthfulness, and frailty stirred some sort of urge in me to watch over her and shield her from the harsh realities of the world outside.

And perhaps Lynne was right: I had a hero complex. Once, Adrienne had “needed” me when she confessed the abuse of her childhood, and I’d been driven by my own need not to let her down throughout the course of our relationship. Brooke, my little sister, had looked to me as guardian angel. And now that she wasn’t around anymore, perhaps I was looking to Paige to fill that void inside me, to sate my own need to look after someone. “Paige, you know I do.”

“Then let me be with you, in whatever way I can.”

“Paige, I told you why we couldn’t be together. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”

“Why don’t you let ME decide what’s fair? I’m not asking for much.”

“What are you asking for?”

The pretty redhead looked up at me with her eyes shining brightly. “Just let me be with you as much as I can: get to know each other, talk, spend time together.” There was such a note of hope in her voice.

I closed my eyes. Hadn’t I just been asking these same things of Adrienne? The gears in my mind started turning as I wondered exactly what Paige and Adrienne had discussed before arranging this “surprise date”.

“We’ve already been doing those things, Red,” I explained.

“Not as my boyfriend. Some things I can’t talk about with you; like how you make me feel inside.”

I exhaled slowly.

“Don’t you have any feelings for me?”

I looked softly at her. “As a little sister.”

Paige looked hurt. “Any feelings as a woman?” She tilted her head and pouted in a way that was decidedly sensual. She leaned forward ever so slightly and I felt my heart race as I involuntarily glanced down at her cleavage. “I’m not just a little girl.”

I tried to quiet the flutter in my heart. Yeah, I had some sexual feelings for Paige as a woman. I felt that way about EVERY pretty girl I came across. Looking at Paige was a cross between looking at Brooke and at the twins. All were little sisters to me. I no longer felt any guilt at having lustful thoughts of Brooke. But I still felt totally guilty for my lustful thoughts of the twins. And Paige was somewhere in the middle. I certainly could appreciate that she was a very attractive girl; and her innocent Catholic-seductress getup frequently sparked the “naughty” drive in my libido. But I’d always pushed those feelings aside.

“What if I told you that the happiest moments of my day are when you let me cuddle up to you on the couch or when you kiss my cheek? What if I told you my roommate forgot my name because she never sees me anymore since I started spending every waking minute at your house?”

“Paige...”

Her voice dropped an octave. “What if I told you I masturbate every night to thoughts of you? I dream about kneeling on the floor in my little Catholic uniform with your dick in my mouth, letting you fuck my face while you hold onto my pigtails and scream in pleasure.”

My eyes popped WIDE open. What happened to ‘oh my word’ and ‘oh, poo’? Did she really just use the f-word? And the d-word? Paige might still be a virgin but she DID seem to know stuff. And I found myself uncontrollably curious to find out just how much she knew.

“I want you to hold me down HARD and drown me in orgasms, Ben. I’ve heard you fucking the shit out of Adrienne. I fantasize about you doing those things to me; things so dirty and depraved that I’ll have to spend three hours in the confessional just talking about it all. Sometimes I wish you would just grab me off the sofa and fuck my tight cunt in front of everyone. No foreplay. Just take me and fuck me and cum inside my unprotected little womb.”

My jaw quivered. Hell, my whole BODY quivered.

“Still think I’m just a little girl?”

“Yes,” I croaked quietly.

Her gaze bored into the back of my skull. She read the tension in my eyes and then leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smirk on her face. “You’re a terrible liar, Ben.” Paige’s dark blue eyes glowed.

Just then our food arrived. I sat back in my chair and busied myself with the waiter, not wanting to admit that I DID have some desire for Paige. She was cute. She was perky and energetic. And she would look SOOO fucking hot face-down on my bed while I skewered her from behind.

She was an innocent little wet dream, cute and proper one minute and mind-blowingly nasty the next. I had to grit my teeth to try and keep my hormones in check. Paige simply folded her napkin over her lap, grinning happily the entire time.

Ohhh this was gonna be complicated.

The food turned out to be really good, with a special set menu for Valentine’s Day. I felt pretty awkward for the first few minutes, not sure what to say after Paige’s rather graphic description of her raunchy fantasies. The thing was, I HAD thought of her just as a little girl. At least, I had until she’d peeled back the schoolgirl façade to show me the repressed sexpot inside. Now, I couldn’t get her nasty words out of my head. And I focused on the food as a way to keep myself distracted.

Paige waited quietly for me, showing me a mature patience none of my little sisters could have matched. When she realized that I was starting to breathe easier again, she set her fork down and leaned forward to place her hand over mine. “Just talk to me, Ben.”

I breathed in and out a few times to keep calm. When the hell did little Paige get the upper hand over me? But I took a deep breath and nodded, finally saying, “You’re not as naïve and innocent as you appear to be.”

The pretty redhead shook her head. “No. But then you’re not as platonically indifferent as you appear to be, either.”

Paige squeezed my hand, pulling me towards her just an extra inch as she peered into my face. “Even though you see me as a little sister, you DO have sexual thoughts about me.”

I looked away.

“Gwen, too,” Paige added quietly. “You wanna fuck her, too.”

I sighed. “Every guy wants to fuck every girl around them. It doesn’t mean we will. There are consequences to having sex. It changes everything in a relationship. Once two people cross that line, there’s no going back. And I don’t want to change our friendship, Paige.”

“Too late. It’s already changed. I’m in love with you,” she stated plainly. “Now you’ve got to decide if you’re going to cut me off and let our friendship fall apart, or let me into your life. And you can’t use your girlfriend as an excuse. Adrienne’s all for this.”

I exhaled in annoyance at the mention of Adrienne’s name. Why the hell was my girlfriend putting me in this situation? “But I don’t have feelings for you like that.”

“You don’t?” Paige shrugged. “Fine. See that cute waiter over there? I’m gonna go ask him to take me into a bathroom and fuck the shit outta me.”

“PAIGE,” I growled, just barely keeping my volume down as jealous anger lanced through me and my blood started boiling.

“See.” She gave me a ‘so-THERE’ look.

“That’s just protectiveness,” I protested, calming myself down. “I wouldn’t want to see my little sister just get casually deflowered in a restaurant bathroom, either.”

“But you’ll let your sisters have boyfriends, right?”

“Of course.”

“What about me? Think of everyone you know, Ben. Which one of them would you be okay with taking my maidenhead?”

I gritted my teeth as my blood heated up again.

“You’d be jealous, wouldn’t you? I already offered my virginity to you, Ben. And you don’t even want to think about some guy stretching me before you do.”

I didn’t answer. The bile in my throat answered enough for me.

“I don’t really know that much about guys,” Paige sighed. “Didn’t meet that many at an all-girl’s school. But the girls here talk, and they tell me it’s pretty simple: You’re totally fine with your sisters having boyfriends because they aren’t ‘yours’. You don’t possess them. And even though you’ve had sex with Dayna, Gwen, and even Dawn, you’re not jealous of them having other guys because they aren’t ‘yours’ either.”

“What’s your point?”

“I’m yours, Ben. I’ve always been ‘yours’. That’s why you get jealous of any other guy who comes near me. It’s why you stopped Alan at that very first party. And you didn’t stop Misty or Kim from flirting at that club Grace took us to; just me. Jeez, I’ve only been on two dates all year and both boys were intimidated to Hell by you.”

I chewed on that for a few seconds.

“I’m already yours, Ben. But you won’t be mine. Now that’s unfair.”

Out of pure habit, I drove us back to the house. It wasn’t until I parked the car and took out the keys before I realized I should have taken Paige straight back to her dorm. But just as I moved to put the key back into the ignition, my date was already getting out of the car.

“Paige, wait,” I called and got out as well. “I should take you home.”

She stopped and looked back. “I’m not going home tonight,” she said matter-of-factly. And then she held her hand out to me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Without realizing it, I found myself walking up and taking her hand. Then Paige smiled and led me the rest of the way to the door. She looked at me expectantly as I unlocked the door and led us inside. The whole house was dark. Dawn, Brandi, and Dayna would still be out on their dates at this hour, assuming they would even return to this house. Hell, I should have still been out on my date. I’d planned more than just dinner for Adrienne.

Sighing, I turned on the light and then turned to my companion. “I know this was supposed to be a date for us, Paige. It’s what you wanted and apparently what Adrienne wanted. I’m sorry it didn’t turn out as romantic as you might have hoped.”

The pretty redhead just smiled at me. “Don’t be sorry. Maybe it wasn’t romantic but it was the first time I got to talk to you plainly about how I felt.” And then Paige smiled seductively while stepping right into my personal space, laying her hand on my chest. “Besides, the date’s not over yet.”

My cock was already twitching. I’d never completely forgotten the nasty, sexual fantasies Paige had spun at the restaurant. But I tried to hold onto the last shred of my platonic friendship. “We shouldn’t do this, Paige.”

She smiled knowingly, confidently. “Then why did you bring me here, huh?” It was a rhetorical question. “Why did you bring me into the house?”

I didn’t have an immediate answer for that, and suddenly I felt her hands pulling my head down as her lips fastened around mine. With a strength I wouldn’t have expected from such a small girl, she pushed me back against the front door, banging me against the solid wood while she attempted to climb up my body and cram her tongue even deeper into my mouth.

And I was kissing back.

I felt a surge of that buried, naughty lust pouring through my veins. My brain wanted to latch onto the idea that this was wrong, that Paige was a naïve, sheltered young friend set loose on the real world after a lifetime of Catholic school repression.

But it felt so right. Paige was pretty, sexy, and clearly into me. I had Adrienne’s permission ... nay, her blessing.

And ... well ... I liked Paige.

Truth be told, I’d spent more time with Paige this semester than anyone but Dawn. I spent more time with Paige than my own girlfriend, since Adrienne had started shacking up with Grace.

Share my day? Yeah, I talked with Paige.

Play my video games? Paige.

Tease, tickle, and flirt? Yeah, Paige.

Maybe I was a dumb male who’d missed the signs. I’d noticed that the cute redhead was around more and more often. I knew she’d professed a crush for me. But six months ago I never hugged her on a daily basis. Two months ago I didn’t let her crawl into my lap and snuggle. One day ago I didn’t let her shove her tongue down my throat.

Slowly, patiently, Paige had been working her way into my life. And I was only too happy to let her. She was a sweet girl. She loved me. And she deserved better than this.

I pulled my head away. “Paige, Paige!”

“What, what?” Her dark blue eyes were wild, wondering why the hell I was stopping us.

“It shouldn’t be like this,” I panted. “You deserve to have all my attention. You deserve a special night. We should go out together, spend an evening when you’re not trying to talk me into this; an evening when I can focus on you.”

Paige’s eyes sharpened into daggers that stabbed the back of my skull. “Ben, you fucking turn me away tonight and I swear to fucking God I’ll go out and give my fucking cherry to the first fucking guy I see!”

I wasn’t sure what shocked me more, her statement or hearing her say the phrase “fucking God”.

I blinked. “Are you allowed to say that?”

Paige just grabbed my hand and yanked me down the hall.

She once told me that despite going to all-girl’s Catholic schools for her entire adolescence, and despite still being a virgin, that she knew “other” stuff.

Actually, Paige reminded me of this many, many times it seemed, usually when trying to convince me to get physically intimate with her and while I was protesting that I didn’t want to take her virginity.

Well ... she wasn’t lying.

I had no idea HOW Paige knew “other” stuff, but there was no denying that she did. For example, when the diminutive redhead shoved me onto my bed, fished my cock out of my pants without any hesitation, and went absolutely wild sucking on my schlong, it was quite clear that this wasn’t her first blowjob.

When I filled her mouth with my cock cream and she just started drinking me down without a hint of gagging, it was clear I wasn’t the first to spunk in her mouth.

And when I stripped away her sheath dress and feasted on her snatch to return the favor, it was abundantly clear this wasn’t her first time getting eaten out. In fact, despite my considerable expertise with the act, Paige was quite direct in shoving my head this way and that and ordering me where to go next. I was reminded of the times she told me to take a certain road or go to that Temple of Fayth in Final Fantasy. Well, this time I planned on visiting a very different sacred temple. And sometime after her first orgasm but before her second, I picked my head up and asked, “What’s in it for me?”

“A big fat FUCK!” Paige cheered happily. And then she promptly shoved down on the back of my head to keep me eating her.

I was more than happy to do so. In keeping with her naughty, young schoolgirl persona, Paige had freshly shaven her twat, leaving me with a very pretty, very bare pink pussy to munch on. I didn’t penetrate her with my fingers; she clearly still had her maidenhead. But I explored every other nook and crevasse of her crotch and let my hands roam across her hot body.

Completely naked, Paige looked more like a young woman instead of the immature teenager she sometimes appeared to be when clothed in her schoolgirl uniform. The skirt would hide the flare of her hips and her blouse often obscured just how perky and rounded her breasts were. But now, sans clothing, she simply appeared a gorgeous babe on a slightly smaller scale. And because of that smaller scale, I found that I could easily reach all my favorite parts of a girl’s body without removing my tongue from her twat.

But eventually, Paige arched her crotch into my face one final time and dumped yet another load of sweet nectar onto my chin. And then pushing my head away, she slumped across my sheets and gasped for oxygen.

I panted for breath as well. Despite everything we’d just done, I was still somewhat in shock and awe at what was happening. If you’d told me this afternoon that I’d be busting a nut down Paige Jacobsen’s throat that evening and propping myself on my elbows between her naked thighs while staring at her virginal pussy just waiting to be deflowered, I’d have said you were crazy. And yet here we were.

Paige reached down to tug at my shoulders, pulling me up her body before planting another hungry kiss right on my lips. She moaned into our liplock before laying her head back against the mattress and crooning, “I love you, Ben.”

I stared in amazement at Paige’s pretty face, brushing my fingers through her hair over her left ear. I’d bedded other virgins before. Some, like Jennifer Vo, I hadn’t even had strong feelings for. But then those girls hadn’t had strong feelings for me either, at the time. They just wanted to get initiated into the world of sexual ecstasy and I was more than happy to oblige.

But Paige was in love with me. Was it fair to do this? “I ... I care about you, Paige,” I replied softly. “But I don’t know about love yet.”

“That’s okay, Ben.”

“But maybe you should wait until—”

“FUCK waiting anymore, Ben. You’ve made me wait six months already!” Paige whined. She slid her hands down my sides, frantically tugging at my clothes. We’d stripped her naked for me to go down on her, but she’d only pulled my pants open to give me the blowjob. And buoyed by her obvious enthusiasm, I let my last hesitations fall by the wayside as I helped her get me undressed.

I worked my pants while Paige ripped my shirt over my head. And then her hands were on my hips as she asked excitedly, “Are you hard? Do you need me to go down on you again?”

“I’m good, I’m good.” I nodded with a gleam in my eye, glancing down at my bulging, purple prick. The mere thought of popping Paige’s cherry was enough to get me hard again. I leaned towards the bedside table. “Lemme just get a condom—”

“No!” Paige interrupted and pulled me back on top of her, shifting until she felt my throbbing erection rubbing against the outside of her pussy. “I’m Catholic. I can’t use contraception.”

I arched an eyebrow and leaned back. “Uh, I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to have sex, either.”

“Whatever! Just get in me! Please, Ben?” Paige looked excited, nervous, and desperate all at the same time. She shifted under me, trapping the shaft of my cock into the groove of her pussy lips, still pinched tightly together and having never been stretched before by anything. She reached down between us, taking hold of my cock and guiding it into place. And as she shifted her body upwards, I felt the head of my cock glide past the opening of her labia and then settle into position.

16-year-old Ben would have already thrust forward and skewered her. Heck, 17-year-old Ben probably would have, too. But almost-19-year-old Ben hesitated. I looked her in the eyes and asked, “When was your last period?”

Paige blinked before groaning, “Two weeks!”

Two weeks??? “Uh...” My mind raced to memories of Allie Sanders, bawling in agony when she found out I’d made her pregnant at sixteen. I winced in anguish, so close to burying my cock inside a fresh pussy and yet torn with indecision.

“I want to feel it, please?” the hot, naked redhead whined.

“But Paige—”

“Just pull out!” she begged. “You can pull out, right?”

I nodded ‘yes’ quickly. “But I— Unnnghhh!!!”

My statement was cut off when Paige suddenly clamped down around my waist with her legs and simultaneously pulled on my ass, driving my cock into her body while she threw her head back and screamed bloody murder. All my hesitations and doubts didn’t matter anymore; Paige had taken it upon herself to lose her virginity. And as soon as I felt my pelvis press firmly up against hers, signifying that she’d taken my entire cock inside her body, I quickly brushed her hair back from her eyes and waited anxiously for the eyelids to rise so I could soothe her pain.

But there was no pain. Paige blinked a few times and then stared in wonder at me. “You’re inside me,” she breathed.

“Yeah...”

“You’re actually inside me.”

“Yeah...”

A broad grin spread across Paige’s face. “It didn’t even hurt!”

I blinked in surprise but then started smiling myself. The happy expression on the pretty redhead’s face was infectious and I started chuckling. Paige was one of the lucky ones.

She simply laid her head back and stared at the ceiling while cradling my head in her arms, moaning, “Oh my word ... Oh my word...”

I sighed and let my heartbeat settle down a bit. In the frenzy leading up to this moment, the naughty side of Paige had come out, signified by her filthy language. But once I started penetrating her, the f-bombs died away and she was back to exclaiming “oh my word”. I took that as my cue to mentally switch gears, to make love to Paige. I would gently shower her with pleasure for this, her first act of sexual intercourse.

So I turned my head to re-capture her lips, nibbling softly while I slowly began to glide my shaft in and out of her tight pussy. Paige moaned into my kiss and clutched my head even tighter while she crossed her ankles behind my ass, rolling her hips up to meet my every thrust.

It took a little while to find the rhythm. Paige kept trying to speed things up and our hip thrusts would get out of sync. But I kissed her patiently and slowed her down, letting her feel the full, drawn-out lunges of slow but steady lovemaking. And she verbalized her appreciation. “Ohhh ... Bennnn...” she crooned, gripping my shoulders and letting her legs ride on top of my undulating torso.

“Ohhh ... Paige...” I groaned into her ear. She was small enough and short enough that if I stretched myself out completely, her face would only be level with the top of my chest. But I scooped my arms beneath her back, holding her shoulders and looking downward while I continued to rhythmically pump in and out of her petite body. For such a small girl, she could take my thick cock with surprising ease, but her vaginal walls still constricted quite tightly around my penetrating shaft.

“You’re so deep,” she moaned. “I feel like you’re coming out my throat.”

“Unnnghhh” was all I could grunt.

“Is it good for you, Ben? Am I good for you?” she looked up at me, her dark eyes flashing.

I just nodded and gritted my teeth against the pleasure, reminding myself to focus on her pleasure.

“It’s my first time, Ben. I’ve waited so long for this,” she whimpered. “I always thought it would feel good. But this ... this is so ... wow!”

I started to become annoyed that Paige could even coherently speak at this point. I wanted to drown her in orgasms like she’d wanted. My mind flashed back to her naughty words and I started driving into her harder and harder, concentrating on the feel of her tight pussy around my cock as I pressed my pelvic bone against her clit and started grinding.

“Oh, OH!” Paige yelped and threw her head back. Her legs tightened around my waist and she trembled as my hands closed tighter around her shoulders.

“Cum for me, Red,” I crooned into her ear. “Cum for me...”

“Oh, Ben! Oh, Ben! Oh my word! Oh my word!”

“Cum, baby. Cum...”

“Stick a finger in my ass!”

“Wha—?”

“STICK A FINGER IN MY ASS!” she squealed.

Obviously, I’d done it many times before. But I’d never had a first-time bed partner actually ASK me to do it before. Automatically, my hand dropped and cupped a tight asscheek, my middle finger swiping through the wet moisture beneath our joining before gliding along the globe and popping through her clenching sphincter.

“AAAH!” Paige jerked and squealed at the additional penetration. “Another one!”

I moistened my index finger and it joined the first.

“AHH-AHHH!” Paige jerked again and really started humping herself at me. The petite redhead was a new girl and therefore a blank user manual to me, but I had enough experience with other playbooks to recognize that she was building up to quite the orgasm. With what I’d been doing, other girls might have already popped off to one or two little orgasms; but Paige was just storing up that sexual energy as she climbed higher and higher towards one really big explosion.

“One more! One more!” she half-yelled into my ear.

I squeezed a third finger through her tight anus, and Paige detonated.

“AAAAHHHHH!!!” she howled. The little girl couldn’t have weighed a hundred pounds, but she still bucked off the bed with enough force to almost throw me out of her cunt.

“AAAAHHHHH!!!” she screamed again. My hands frantically spread to the sides to catch myself as I fell back down onto the bed, lest I crush her beneath my chest. Only her legs still scissored around my ass kept my cock inside her. And even after that first lunge, her entire body kept spasming and bucking like an out of control mechanical bull.

“AAAAHHHHH!!!”

It was a good thing I wasn’t too close to popping myself. Paige’s sudden bucking caught me off-guard enough that I would have busted my nut into her unprotected womb, promise or no promise, if I’d been closer to orgasm. But even though I wasn’t ready to cum just yet, her frantic spasms and unending thrashes were doing wonders for my cock as her cunt clenched and released and she was fucking me back harder than anyone ever had done while beneath me. And I was rapidly approaching that point of no return.

“PAIGE!” I yelled, a warning in my voice as I strained to hold my orgasm at bay.

“FUUUUCKKK!!!” she screamed, still in the throes of orgasm, still clutching me to her while she thrashed about in unrestrained ecstasy.

“PAIGE!” I yelled again. And this time, with her mouth gaping open, her eyes managed to open up and recognize my tone.

“CUM IN ME!” she yelled, her eyes absolutely electric. No contraception and two weeks from her last period, maybe she knew what she was asking me. Maybe she was overtaken by lust or some genetic drive to procreate. In any case, her legs cinched tighter around my waist to hold me deep inside her while I frantically tried to get a grip on her legs as she continued humping and bucking at me to get me off.

“PAIGE!” I yelled one more time. And this time, the orgasmically-crazed hot redhead seemed to recognize the situation as her legs relaxed.

But a split-second later, she closed her legs around me again. “Cum in my ass!” she growled, looking more wolfishly animalistic than ever.

“Huh?”

“Cum in my ass!” she yelled again and dumbly, I just nodded my agreement.

Finally, Paige dropped her legs and faster than I would have expected, she rolled herself over, dislodging my prick in the meantime. My throbbing dick twitched for a few seconds in hungry need to ejaculate while the petite redhead planted herself face-down on my mattress and then reached back to spread her own asscheeks wide.

I didn’t totally understand, but this close to orgasm I didn’t hesitate. I straddled her legs, guided my girlcum-soaked prick to her anal entrance, and shoved forward. And with unexpected ease, I slid through her sphincter and started burrowing up the little Catholic girl’s backdoor.

“Oh, FUCK!” I grunted, feeling the last shreds of control melt away with the tight, warm heat of Paige’s asshole. And before I even got halfway, the hot redhead thrust herself backwards, impaling her own ass on my prick.

That was all it took. The first stroke into Paige’s tight asshole, I grunted “I’m cumming!” and pulled on her hips, holding myself at full depth inside her bowels. My cockhead then split apart and began spewing wave after wave of hot semen up Paige’s ass. “Arrrrrrgh!” I grunted with the force of my orgasm.

“AAAAHHHH!” Paige herself screamed in response as her whole body started spasming again. Dimly, I realized that she was fingering herself and cumming again while she felt my jism hosing down her colon.

That spurred me to buck one more time, letting go another powerful wave as my pelvis slammed against her buttcheeks. Over and over again, I felt great wads of cum hurtling up my cock shaft. And then I collapsed my entire heavy weight down onto the small girl’s back as I finished spunking my load where the sun would never shine.

“Holy Mother of God!” Paige cursed, her breath giving out as she got to the final word. “Jesus Fucking Christ!”

I started laughing as the little redhead used two phrases I NEVER thought I’d ever hear come out of her mouth. And once she caught her breath she started giggling right along with me.

“That was amazing, Ben. Everything I could have hoped for,” she sighed with her cheek pressed down into the mattress. She reached her hands out and intertwined our fingers while I pressed my palms to the backs of her hands. She then pulled our left hands to her mouth and kissed my knuckles.

I sighed and shook my head. “Forgive me for saying this, but you certainly don’t fuck like any virgin I’ve ever met.”

Paige giggled, and then squeezed her anal sphincter around my cock, which was still imbedded almost eight inches up her ass. “All I ever said was that I still had my maidenhead. I didn’t say I’d never fucked before.”

“Ohhh,” I groaned and put my forehead down on the mattress beside her.

The cute redhead turned her head to me and kissed my cheek. “But now that I’ve started pussy-fucking, we’re gonna be doing that LOTS from now on!”

Morning sunlight filtered through my drapes, illuminating the room in a soft, white glow. As I cracked my eyelids open, I saw the dark auburn hair in front of my face and all of last night’s activities came back to me. Once Paige had gotten her first vaginal fuck out of the way, she’d been eager to try it again ... and again ... and again.

The second time, we’d been cleaning off in the shower when she simply climbed my body like a ladder and impaled herself on my prick. I barely talked her into getting off before I blew, and she’d swallowed my load right before commenting about how she liked the taste of her own pussy mixed along with my spunk.

The third time, she wanted to try doggy-style and had me pull out to spray all over her little asscheeks. And after spending twenty minutes sucking me hard for a fourth round, she rode me cowgirl style and very nearly didn’t pull herself off, lifting away at the last possible moment while I splattered all over her red-worn labia. I wasn’t religious, but I was praying I didn’t squirt any sperm INTO her.

In any case, we’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms, feeling quite well-fucked. But now, as the sun rose outside, all I could think of was one thing:

I needed to pee.

But then just as I sat up in bed, a second thought entered my head:

Adrienne never came home.

Seized by momentary panic, I jerked my head left and right, looking into every corner of our bedroom as if my girlfriend could somehow hide herself underneath the desk chair or something. Clearly, she wasn’t in the room. A still-sleeping Paige was my only companion.

Since we’d moved into the house together, Adrienne had come home to me every night. Every. Single. Night. Not once had we not cuddled in each other’s arms. Sometimes I went to sleep first or vice versa. But we always came together before the sun came back up.

But not last night.

A knot formed in my stomach as I pondered the possibilities: The most obvious was that Adrienne had spent the night with Grace. Yeah, Adrienne knew, even planned, for me to be alone with Paige in our bed last night, and my girlfriend had deliberately stayed away to give us our privacy.

I hoped.

I didn’t even want to consider any other possibilities. And with my bladder feeling like a water balloon stretched to the point of bursting, I gingerly slid out of bed and headed for the door.

Opening it as silently as possible and glancing back at a slumbering, naked Paige to make sure I didn’t wake her, I slipped outside and closed the door behind me. Then I began tip-toeing toward the bathroom.

I was halfway there when I first noticed a splash of color to my right. I glanced just once and then did a double-take when my brain realized what my eyes had seen: Adrienne, still in her clothes from last night, was sitting on the couch in the living room.

I froze, turned, and saw her almost trembling as she looked at me. Her face had been scrubbed of makeup, but there was no mistaking the red in her eyes nor the moisture on her cheeks. Adrienne was crying. Her shoulders were hunched. And she looked absolutely miserable.

Ignoring my need to pee and the fact that I was bare buck naked, I rushed to my girlfriend. I landed on the couch beside her and wrapped my arms around her trembling body. “Ohmigod, Adrienne! Is something wrong? Are you hurt?”

She looked at me funny and shook her head. “No, no, Ben. Nothing like that.”

“Then why are you crying?”

Adrienne shuddered and took a deep breath. Then through bleary eyes she looked up at me and pleaded softly, “Don’t hate me.”

“Hate you? Why?”

Her next words made my heart stop beating. “I’ve fallen in love with someone else.”

I’m surprised I didn’t piss on the couch.