An Ordinary College Sex Life

Chapter 7: Girlfriends

“I’ve fallen in love with someone else.”

I stopped breathing. My heart stopped beating. The world shrunk down around us until nothing existed but me and her. And I looked ready to die.

Adrienne noticed my stricken look. She quickly hugged me while urging, “Ben, Ben, please understand.”

My jaw waggled a few times before I forcibly stood up, my physical strength breaking carelessly through Adrienne’s grasp. And I started heading out of the living room.

“Ben, wait!” Adrienne pleaded.

“I’ve gotta pee,” I said robotically as I went straight to the bathroom and closed the door. Not having the energy to stand, I actually sat down on the toilet and peed that way, my mind in such turmoil I probably would have missed the bowl anyways.

‘Fallen in love with someone else’? What? How? Adrienne was my girlfriend! I LOVED her! I was thinking of having a family with her! What the FUCK?

I blinked several times and after a while, I realized that I was done peeing. I was just sitting there with my bare ass on the toilet, doing absolutely nothing. But I wasn’t ready to discuss Adrienne’s ... revelation ... just yet. So I got up and wiped myself and washed my hands, taking the time to really make sure I had plenty of soap suds. Even then, I avoided looking into the living room as I left the bathroom, turned in the hallway, and went into my... our ... bedroom to fetch some clothes.

Adrienne must have started panicking, thinking I was walking away from her, because she was at the bedroom door when I came back out, now wearing a comfortable pair of boxers, pajama pants, and a T-shirt. The morning air was pretty cold. I looked up at Adrienne, held a finger over my lips to keep her quiet, and silently shut the door behind me. Paige never stirred awake.

I gestured back to the living room and Adrienne anxiously followed me back to the couch. I took my time, stretching out my arms and rolling my head around my neck while taking several deep breaths. And then I sat down, sinking deeply into the cushions before exhaling and saying, “Okay. Start over.”

Adrienne sat beside me, but on the edge of the couch with her body twisted to face me. Her jaw quivered and she reached forward to take my hands. I let her, and felt her squeezing my fingers gently. “Ben, I love you.”

“Not that part. The other thing.”

“But you HAVE to know that I still love you,” she said insistently.

I took a deep breath, feeling a preternatural calm settling over me. “That would seem to conflict with what you just told me.”

“Come ON, Ben,” Adrienne exhaled, squeezing my hands. “Haven’t you ever loved more than one person at the same time? Do I even need to mention Dawn?”

I briefly came out of my cold, robotic calm and glared at Adrienne, who visibly flinched. But I softened almost immediately. “Okay. Fair enough,” I conceded. But my mind raced for a brief second. Adrienne had dolled herself up for a date last night, and then not come home. I’d assumed she was out with Grace. Who else, right? But what if that was just another manipulation? What if she WASN’T with Grace? And if not her ... then... “Just please tell me it’s not another guy.”

My girlfriend furrowed her eyebrows, looking at me like I’d grown a horn out of the center of my forehead. “What? No!” She exhaled. “It’s Grace, obviously.”

I sighed and thought back over the past few months. The signs were there, from the sheer amount of time Adrienne spent with her to the way they were all over each other at the club to the simple looks in Adrienne’s eyes. I exhaled and nodded. “Obviously.”

“I could never love another man.” Adrienne winced. “Actually, I’m not even entirely sure how I feel about you.”

That caused my eyebrows to rise and I looked at Adrienne with concern. “Wait, what?”

“Don’t misunderstand,” she said hurriedly. “I love you. I’ll always love you. Forever and always, remember?”

“But...” I began. I was relaxing, hearing the ring of truth in Adrienne’s words. But I was still confused by what was going on.

Adrienne exhaled slowly. “Please, Ben. I know I’m springing all this on you rather suddenly but I need you to understand right now. Please?”

No more was necessary. I knew Adrienne still loved me, at the least. And having her actually verbalize ‘I need you’ was all that I had to hear. I took a deep breath and nodded, squeezing Adrienne’s hands. She visibly brightened at my touch, and a trace of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. This whole thing with Grace has really spun my head around.” Adrienne waggled her head at the same time as if to emphasize how confused she had felt. “But I look back at my life and the way I’ve always approached people, and ... uh ... I...”

Adrienne was faltering and I squeezed her hands, giving her the most reassuring look I could.

She took a deep breath, then exhaled and stated, “I think I’m gay.”

It was a good thing I already peed, because the shock that tore through me would have certainly made me wet my pants. “Excuse me?”

Adrienne nodded. “Well, not gay. I’m lesbian.”

“What?”

“I mean, it’s not like I just woke up and decided this. I’ve been wondering for a long time and do you remember Will Adler?”

“The gay guy?”

“Well ... yeah. I spent some time with him and his friends and we had a lot of discussions about this sort of thing.”

“And they convinced you that you’re a lesbian?”

“I don’t know!” Adrienne exclaimed, sounding exhausted. “At first, I thought I was just like my other friends: you know, into guys but enjoyed ‘experimenting’ with each other. ‘Experimenting’ turned into ‘making each other feel good’. And once we all got comfortable having sex with each other, it just wasn’t a big deal. We were pretty much bisexual in action but only dated guys. Candy, Mizu, Heather ... they play around with girls but they LOVE men.”

“Don’t you? Don’t you love me? And if you do, how can you be lesbian?”

“Well ... maybe I’m mostly lesbian.”

“How can you be ‘mostly lesbian’?” I scoffed.

“Oh, come ON,” Adrienne pouted. “Don’t make this harder than it already is!”

I squeezed her hands and took a deep breath, burying my attitude and gesturing for her to continue.

“You read the Kinsey thing, right? How he’s got that scale from zero to six where zero is totally straight and six is totally gay? Well ... maybe I’m ... like a five.”

I arched an eyebrow.

“Think about it! I’ve ALWAYS been horny for every hot girl I come across. I’ve had sex with Candy more times than with any other human being, even more than you. And ever since we’ve been together, I haven’t even been turned on by another male. Dayna’s blindfold party? I was never even tempted to jump on one of those other guys.”

“Because you knew I could see,” I pointed out.

“Because none of those guys turned me on,” she corrected emphatically.

I frowned. “But I do?”

“Because of WHO you are, Ben. I love you. And ... I mean, I like feeling the penetration. And you KNOW I love feeling you holding me down and fucking the shit out of me. But ... well ... if girls had dicks...” She didn’t finish the sentence.

“You dated a lot of guys in High School.”

Adrienne shrugged. “For popularity. I would have been considered WEIRD if I didn’t.”

“You went out of your way to seduce a lot of guys.”

“For the power rush. I liked the control sex gave me over a guy. Sure, I had orgasms. I enjoyed myself physically. But none of those guys ever made me feel red hot inside the way Candy did, or even Heather did, just by looking at them.”

I frowned, feeling green envy inside. “So who makes you hotter: me or Grace?”

“Ben! Please?” Adrienne looked hurt.

I stewed for a moment. She hadn’t answered the question. Maybe it was an unfair question, though, and grimacing, I gruffly managed to say, “Well, what do you expect?”

“I expect you to be my boyfriend,” Adrienne said indignantly. “Listen and help me. And don’t be insecure about this, Ben. I LOVE you.”

“But you’d rather fuck Grace than fuck me?” I shrugged helplessly.

Adrienne winced and looked down. “It’s not that simple.”

I exhaled slowly, striving to find that calmness again. I sagged against the backrest, bringing my hand up to pinch the bridge of my nose and rub my forehead. If the brain doesn’t have a sense of touch, then why the hell did it physically HURT when it was overworked like this?

I tried to step back from the situation and look at it from a top view. Then taking a deep breath, I looked Adrienne in the eye and said, “So let me get this straight. You think you’re ‘mostly lesbian’ because you’ve always been more attracted to girls than guys. Now you’ve fallen in love with Grace and what, you want to be her girlfriend?”

Adrienne nodded.

“But you don’t want to break up with me because you still love me, too.”

Adrienne nodded again and smiled, looking optimistic that I would understand.

Then a new light bulb went off in my head. “Wait. You didn’t set me up with Paige on Valentine’s Day for her; you set me up for YOU. You wanted to be with Grace instead of me!”

Adrienne winced. “Well, Paige really is in love with you,” she hedged.

I shook my head, feeling the anger boiling in my veins. “So what?” I barked. “You thought you could just send me a replacement?”

Adrienne winced again, but nodded. “Uh, something like that.”

“Why?”

Adrienne looked at me sadly, shrugging helplessly and on the verge of tears. “It’s what I do.”

I deflated like a balloon with a slow leak, feeling my anger venting out of me. Adrienne, my beautiful Adrienne, looked stricken and small. Her lip was quivering and her eyes were tight. Clearly, she was torn up inside by the conflicting emotions warring for control. The confident, self-assured young woman now seemed a scared, uncertain little girl.

I’d only seen Adrienne like this once before, back when I supposedly “broke” her by rejecting her in favor of Dawn. She was deathly afraid she’d just lost me, and I couldn’t bear to stay upset with her.

Besides, she was right. This was what she did. Last year, when Adrienne was afraid to commit to dating me, she started our ‘nottogether’ relationship and tried to distract me with her other friends. Even after we were together, while she was depressed over her father’s death she’d sent her girlfriends to fuck me, as if they could replace her in my bed.

Was I really so surprised by how she was reacting now? This was her way of stepping back from our relationship and keeping me ... occupied ... without actually losing me.

“Love isn’t just about affection and time, Adrienne,” I said quietly. “You’ve fallen in love with Grace. You want to spend more time and energy on her. I get that. But I’m not some classroom where you can just send a substitute teacher in your place.”

“I just don’t want you to feel lonely.”

“Then don’t leave me,” I growled, immediately regretting it. I saw the guilt in Adrienne’s eyes. She knew damn well this path was taking her away from me, and it crushed her inside to feel like she was caught choosing between me and Grace.

“Don’t make me do this, Ben,” Adrienne pleaded. She desperately wanted some solution where she could have the both of us.

So it was up to me. Rational logic told me I should make her choose. How could I possibly think of being with someone long-term if she wasn’t even sure to choose me over someone else? Just on principle, I should make her decide which of us she wanted more.

But I didn’t want to lose Adrienne. Maybe this was just a phase. Maybe she was just exploring this confusion in her sexuality by pursuing her first real “relationship” with another girl. I knew at least that Adrienne really did love me. And for that reason alone, I couldn’t make any decisions that would break us up.

“Okay, we’ll do it your way,” I exhaled.

Adrienne visibly brightened. “Really?”

I exhaled. “If you chose her, I’d lose you.”

“Ben, I would never choose her over you.” Adrienne squeezed my hands. “Please believe that.”

I nodded. Grace was the new and the passionate, but Adrienne and I had our history. I believed her. I HAD to believe her. “I won’t keep you from her, though,” I conceded. “I won’t keep you from doing what makes you happy.”

Adrienne gave me a tender smile and leaned back against the couch. This brought her face into a ray of morning light, which illuminated her brilliantly and cast her face and hair in a pure white glow. Exhausted, sans makeup, and wearing last night’s clothes, she nevertheless looked as gorgeous as ever. “Thank you,” she said in obvious relief.

I went quiet for a moment. Then taking a deep breath, I asked, “You really still love me?” I was just looking for my own reassurance.

“Forever and always,” Adrienne stated emphatically.

“Okay,” I nodded.

“And what about me?” a quiet voice asked from our bedroom. I turned my head to see Paige standing there, looking like a scared and uncertain little girl herself. As far as I could tell, she was wearing only the button-down shirt I’d worn on our date last night, the garment looking huge on her petite frame and hanging down to her knees.

These were too many things to deal with at once, and I didn’t have the heart to hurt anyone. “You’re really in love with me?” I asked the pretty redhead.

“More than I’ve ever felt in my life,” Paige replied dreamily.

I nodded and held my arm out to her. Excitedly, Paige hustled into my embrace, hugging me fiercely. Adrienne would be dating both Grace and me. I would be dating both Adrienne and Paige.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave.

“Oh, hey guys.”

I looked up from the dining table to see Dawn standing in the entryway, blinking in obvious surprise at the scene before her. I was dressed in my usual pajama pants and a T-shirt, a bowl of cereal before me. This looked completely ordinary and routine to Dawn. The shower was running in the hallway bathroom, Adrienne freshening up to start her day.

But right beside me was Paige, someone who didn’t actually live here, dressed in nothing but my button-down shirt with a well-satisfied and well-fucked expression on her face, and her hair mussed up from sleeping in my bed. THAT part of the scene, Dawn wasn’t quite expecting.

For her part, Paige got right to the point. “Yes, I spent the night with Ben. And yes, he popped my cherry. Any questions?”

Dawn’s jaw just waggled up and down a couple of times with no sounds coming out. But to her credit, she recovered relatively quickly. “Uh, okay.” She nodded and then focused on moving into the kitchen, opening up the refrigerator.

At first, Dawn grabbed the box of eggs. But with a shaky hand, she let go of it and seemed to decide she either didn’t want eggs or still was in too much shock to actually cook something. So she grabbed the milk and set about making her own bowl of cereal. Paige and I just watched her in silence except for the sounds of corn flakes crunching in our mouths.

Dawn took two bites before she found her voice again. She sat up straight, darting her sparkling blue eyes back and forth between me and Paige before finally turning to me with a stern expression. Her eyes said, ‘You and me need to talk.’

I blanched at first, but then nodded. She was my best friend. AND she was a girl. Of course she’d want details.

But in the meantime, Dawn turned her attention right to Paige with an impish grin on her face. “Did I ever tell you Ben took my virginity, too?”

“No. Really?” Paige was instantly perky and into gossip mode.

My eyebrows shot straight up. They were NOT seriously going to have this conversation, were they?

Dawn just smiled and nodded. “Back when we were sixteen. It was beautiful. How about you? How’d it go?”

“Perrrfect!” Paige exclaimed brightly. “It was even better than I imagined!”

At that point, I just got up and abandoned my bowl of cereal, shaking my head and walking out of the room. I did NOT want to be around while the two girls compared notes.

Paige spent the entire day with me, never taking off that dress shirt and making it plainly obvious to everyone around that she was my new fashion accessory. I wasn’t actually sure what spent more physical contact with my body that day, my underwear or Paige. We sat together on the couch, with my little redhead either curled up against my side or literally sitting in my lap, her hands always around my arm or my shoulders. She’d never had a “morning after”, this being the first time she’d ever slept in bed with a man; and from the way she was acting, I expected it was an experience she’d want to repeat over and over again. She acted like she never wanted to leave my arms for the rest of our lives.

Adrienne and Dawn sat on the other couch, Dawn chatting with me like her best friend and now chatting with Paige like she was my girlfriend, which I guess, technically, she was. And Adrienne seemed content to leave the overt physical affection to the petite redhead.

Brandi had spent the night at Matt’s place. When she came home, she did a double-take at the four of us in the living room. Paige just smiled radiantly, infinitely proud of herself as she laid her head on my shoulder, hugged me fiercely, and flashed a confirming smile to my older sister.

Brandi just arched an eyebrow at me, smiled, and shook her head knowingly. Then she headed upstairs to change her clothes.

Dayna was a little more blatantly curious when she returned home as well. Rather than immediately go upstairs to change, the blonde bombshell sat down right beside us and asked for verbal confirmation that we’d hooked up. When Paige stated that she was my new girlfriend, Dayna promptly asked Adrienne, “And you?”

Adrienne smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m still his girlfriend, too.”

“You lucky dog, you,” Dayna grinned at me before looking at Dawn and jerking her thumb back to me. “How come you couldn’t figure out how to pull this off?”

Dawn just blushed and looked down. “Dayna, don’t go there,” Dawn replied quietly.

“Fine, fine,” Dayna shrugged before glancing back and forth between Dawn and Adrienne. “Does, uh, she know all the ‘details’?”

I stiffened in mild nervousness. From the innuendo in Dayna’s voice, she was asking if Paige knew I was occasionally fucking Dayna and Brandi as well. The Dayna part, I thought my newest girlfriend might understand. But I really had no idea how Paige’s sense of morality would respond to the notion of me fucking my own sister.

Adrienne blushed and shook her head. “Uh, not yet, no.”

“Are you going to tell her?” Dayna continued.

Well NOW it looked like I wouldn’t have a choice. I glared at Dayna and sighed. “Yeah, when the time is right.”

Paige quickly sensed there was an inside conversation going on around her. “Uh, Ben? Know all the details about what?”

“Later, later,” I soothed, patting Paige’s leg.

“Are you hiding something from your girlfriend already?” she pouted.

“Later,” I emphasized. “There’s a LOT we still need to talk about.”

“Oh, poo.”

Dayna just chuckled and then finally excused herself to head upstairs.

After them, Gwen and Robin arrived to hang out, both friends expressing quite a bit of surprise at the new nature of Paige’s and my relationship. We all waited for Gwen’s indignant comments, but they never came.

Robin even asked, “What? You’re not going to complain about how Paige gets to nail him and you don’t?”

Gwen just blushed and smiled at her friends. “I’m good. Rick was very romantic last night. Thanks for setting us up, Adrienne.”

My girlfriend (uh, the blonde girlfriend) just smiled. “No problem. He seemed like a good guy, just not my type. I’m glad he’s yours.”

I darted my eyes to Adrienne, my eyes communicating my own little joke: ‘Not your type? What, male?’

Adrienne apparently got the message and just rolled her eyes at me.

On the other hand, some of Dayna’s and Brandi’s friends were less affable about the new relationship. Angela Chan and Monique St. Claire stopped by to visit their friends. Angela just waved but Monique, as was her habit, came by to brush her hands against my cheek and make some flirty comment. Paige had been around plenty of times before when Monique had done it; but on this day she headed off the French babe by throwing her arms around me and growling, “Back off bitch. This one’s mine now!”

Monique stopped dead in her tracks with a look of shock as she only now noticed that Paige had crawled into my lap. She slid her gaze across to Adrienne, who simply smiled and shrugged.

“Aww,” Monique pouted, puffing up her bee-stung lips and folding her arms beneath her Double-D breasts. “I guess I’ll just have to wait for Dayna’s next party. Or should I just drop by unannounced with a blindfold?”

I blushed beet red, something Paige did not fail to notice. My new girlfriend turned to me with a questioning look. “Do I wanna know?”

“Later, later.”

“Everything is ‘later’!” Paige complained.

Monique just giggled at my predicament and gave me a knowing wink. Then she joined Angela in heading upstairs.

Paige waited all of three seconds once the older girls were both gone, sliding off my lap and looking at me sternly. “Oh my word, Ben!” she exclaimed. “Have you fucked her, TOO?”

My nervous wince apparently was answer enough.

“Ben! When? How? Exactly how many secrets have you been keeping from us?”

I paled and glanced around at my friends. With Ryan and Bert at their respective homes in the East Bay, it was just me and the five girls, three of whom had no idea some of the things that went on in this house. “Every man has his secrets, Red,” I told Paige.

“If we’re going to keep doing this, you’re gonna have to let me in,” Paige pouted. “I’m not actually jealous or anything; I KNOW you’re a big flirt and I KNOW you’ve bedded a lot of girls before me. But is it too much to ask for a little honesty? After all, I AM one of your girlfriends now, aren’t I?”

I sighed and looked at Adrienne. “Did you figure on this when you came up with your little plan?”

The stunning blonde blushed. “Not exactly.” Then she glanced at Gwen and Robin, who were studying us intently. “But nothing ever stays a secret for very long anyways.”

“Guys...” Gwen was the first to venture in a low voice. “What is she talking about?”

Dawn piped up. “I think that’s our cue to go.” She stood up, gesturing to Gwen and Robin. “Come on girls. Let’s find lunch.”

“But—” Gwen whined.

“I’ll explain. I promise,” Dawn said firmly.

“Dawnnn...” Adrienne intoned with a slight concern in her voice.

“Relax, A.D.,” Dawn turned around. “I’ll handle it.”

Adrienne thought about it and then nodded in agreement. While she and Dawn had never quite become best friends or anything, she was still confident enough in Dawn to trust the girl would keep our secrets.

Then Dawn, Gwen, and Robin left. And that made it Adrienne’s cue to leave as well. “I told Grace I’d meet up with her for lunch.”

Paige smiled happily. Any time she would be left alone with me she would be happy. And Adrienne came around to give me a deep, nuclear kiss to remind me that she still loved me.

The kiss helped, but a knot still formed in my gut. “Are you coming home tonight?” I asked softly, unable to even look at Adrienne as I waited for her answer.

There was a long pause of silence ... too long. I felt my heartbeat speeding up and a magnetic tug telling me to look over at her while I forced myself to keep my eyes averted, lest the sight of Adrienne actually make me start to cry.

I didn’t look at her. And after another few seconds, Adrienne replied just as softly, “I don’t know.”

And then Adrienne left. Paige squeezed tighter around my arm, rubbing her nose against my cheek. I exhaled and wrapped my arm tighter around the pretty redhead’s waist, pondering my situation. Here I sat with a beautiful young woman I felt very close to, and who was madly in love with me...

... And yet I still felt a little lonely.

Fortunately, with time and Paige’s enthusiasm, my sense of loneliness evaporated beneath an abundance of affection from my little redheaded fireball. The instant Adrienne left, Paige eagerly grabbed my hand and dragged me into my bedroom.

“Ooh! Ooh! Let’s do it AGAIN!” the redhead cheered excitedly, already unbuttoning my dress shirt that she’d been wearing all day.

“Whoa! Whoa!” I waved her off, right about the same time my stomach rumbled quite loudly. Everyone else had left to get food, and as much as I loved sex, it was rather hard to perform on an empty stomach. And besides... “Paige, wait. We gotta talk about this. Last night was wonderful, really. But it was also really, really risky. Do you know that?”

Paige wrinkled her nose and frowned. She exhaled slowly, seeming to deflate at the same time. “You’re talking about pregnancy, aren’t you?”

“Exactly when was your last period?” I bit my lip nervously.

Paige puffed upwards, blowing one of her own bangs off her forehead as she sat down on my bed and folded her arms over her chest. She’d gotten the buttons undone halfway, revealing a tantalizing slice of bare skin down the middle; but I couldn’t actually see any of her goodies. “Uh, thirteen days ago. Exactly.”

“Are you pretty regular?”

Paige shrugged, sounding downbeat. She knew where I was going with this. “Yeah.”

“So we’re smack in the middle of your peak fertility.”

“It’s not like you came inside me.”

I sighed. “Stuff leaks.”

“But Bennn...” she whined like a little kid being denied her favorite toy. “We just got started.”

“And we probably shouldn’t have.” I shook my head, nightmares of Allie Sanders sobbing flashing through my mind. I’d been really reckless last night. “We can’t have unprotected sex anymore. Not during your fertile times.”

“But you’ll still fuck my ass?” Paige asked hopefully, looking so adorably innocent. It was both strange and deliciously naughty to see this very young-looking girl wearing a half-unbuttoned men’s dress shirt, twisting in place with her hands clasped behind her back and asking me to fuck her ass.

I nodded with an amazed expression on my face. “Uh, yeah. I can handle that. You really can’t use condoms?”

Paige shook her head in the negative.

“Diaphragm? Something else?”

“Nope and nope.”

“Should I even bother asking about getting on the pill?”

Paige shook her head. “I’m Catholic.” Her tone said: ‘discussion over’.

I sighed. “Yeah, explain that. Aren’t you not supposed to have premarital sex, either?”

Paige shrugged and flipped her hair back off her shoulders while hopping onto the edge of the bed. “It’s complicated.”

I exhaled and sat down beside her. “Tell me. Because if we’re going to keep doing this, I need to know what else we ... can’t ... do.”

Paige nodded. And then she explained ... ish.

I’ll never quite understand Catholic rules; or at the least, I’ll never understand Paige’s interpretation of them. As she put it, her virginity was irreparably lost when she experienced sexual pleasure for the first time, even though it was masturbation. So since she couldn’t be married as a true “virgin”, she decided she might as well enjoy the physical pleasure.

Even then, she said she wanted to protect her maidenhead as her pussy was her most sacred part of her body. She knew she would end up having vaginal intercourse sometime during college, but she wanted to save it for someone really special, and that turned out to be me. It started when I came to her rescue. And she firmly decided it over the next six months.

So she’d remained a virgin throughout High School. But that didn’t mean she’d been as pure as the driven snow.

That part piqued my interest. “Yeah. You said you knew ‘stuff’. And you certainly showed it last night.”

Paige gave me a wry grin. “What? Disappointed that I’m not the naïve, innocent little virgin you were expecting?”

“Not disappointed. And you DID keep insisting that you knew ‘stuff’. But I have to admit I’m very curious as to how.”

“Why Ben? Are you asking about my sexual history? That’s kinda private, isn’t it? And you haven’t exactly been forthcoming with me about your sexual past.”

“Fine, fine,” I waved her off. “I don’t need to know.”

She giggled. “But I think you should know. You’re my boyfriend now, Ben. We’re not supposed to keep secrets from each other.”

I arched an eyebrow at her naiveté. “We’ve been together for less than 24-hours, Paige. Like it or not, we’re not at the full disclosure-level of commitment just yet.”

“But I want to tell you,” she pouted. “I want you to know about me and understand me.”

I shrugged. “I’m not going to stop you from telling me.”

Paige shook her head vehemently. “Doesn’t work like that.”

“And you would know from what dating experience?” I arched an eyebrow and grinned.

The cute redhead just pouted again, this time looking seriously hurt. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. Somehow ... some way ... Paige managed to ape the exact same look Brooke would give me when she wanted to get her way.

My heart melted. And all I could do was sigh and say, “Okay. We’ll share. Let’s go get lunch and we’ll talk and get to know each other a little bit more intimately. Fair enough? You tell me what you want and ... well, I can’t tell you everything. That wouldn’t be fair to the girls I’ve been with and I have to respect them. But I’ll be open about it. Fair enough?”

Paige didn’t reply verbally. She just launched herself into my arms with a happy smile.

“Holy fucking hell...” I groaned, flopping onto my back, lest I crush Paige beneath my heavy weight. My body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and I was panting like a race horse. And my head flopped back as my spine turned to jello.

I hadn’t held back. I didn’t treat her delicately. I didn’t need to. Ten hours ago, I’d thought Paige l was a too-young, inexperienced kid. I’d thought I would need to slowly introduce her into the world of carnal pleasure, lest I overwhelm her with all the new things she would be experiencing for the first time.

I didn’t think that anymore.

It had taken all day to tell her story. First, we headed back to Paige’s dorm so she could change into some fresh clothing and also pack an overnight bag. My new girlfriend made clear under no uncertain terms that she was spending the night with me again, whether Adrienne returned or not. We then picked up lunch and returned back to the house to continue our conversation. And what an eye-opening conversation it had been.

I’d planned for Paige and I to take our time sharing our histories. Over the course of our Freshman year, we’d already talked about our High School experiences and friends and whatnot. Those sorts of things had just come up in casual conversation. And I thought that my new girlfriend and I would slowly peel back the layers like an onion over the next several days or weeks or whatever as we became more and more intimate.

It didn’t work that way. Paige sat me down and practically gave me her life’s sexual history all at once. She’d started masturbating at twelve. That was when she realized she was sinning and tried to stop. She felt guilty all the time and she read scripture telling her that her virginity was “irreparably lost”. At first, she tried to just repent and “become” a better person. But she couldn’t help the way she felt and how horny she kept getting. So after a while, just accepted that she would never get her virginity back, and just decided to enjoy what she could. After all, if God made her feel this good, how could it really be bad?

At this point, I sighed and checked the clock, wondering how long Paige was going to ramble. So far, all of Paige’s talk of “sinning” and “repenting” and “God” pretty much took any arousal completely OUT of my body.

She put all the arousal right back in with what came next.

Paige told me she’d had sex with someone else for the first time when she was fourteen. Obviously, I’d both seen and felt her hymen when I popped her, so I was curious as to what she meant. And she explained that she defined “sex” as anything sexual, from masturbation to petting and on. And her first time having sex was with her best friend, Vicky.

Well, picturing a 14-year-old Paige getting jiggy with another Catholic schoolgirl brought my attention firmly back to my new girlfriend’s narrative. Paige and Vicky started by masturbating together, then masturbating each other, and eventually they were kissing while fondling each other’s body. Most of the time, one or the other’s parents were just downstairs while they did this, never suspecting a thing. After all, they were good Catholic girls. Paige and Vicky even got to oral sex after they turned fifteen before Vicky had to transfer to another school.

Meanwhile, Paige’s body had been developing and she’d begun noticing how men and boys would look at her. Her school was not a boarding school, meaning she still returned home every day. And while she was careful never to actually let someone get near enough to touch her, she really got a thrill out of teasing and flirting whether at the market or around her neighborhood.

When she was sixteen, a young priest just out of the seminary had joined her school. Paige didn’t go into details, but she fell madly in love with the handsome, older man. Bursting with hormones, she seduced him and convinced him that he was falling in love with her, too. She taught him how to eat her pussy. Neither of them had any experience with blowjobs, but they learned together. And in the heat of passion, Paige even wanted him to fuck her.

But the priest absolutely refused. His conscience was already frayed from what he was doing, and Paige thought that he was about to break things off with her completely. That’s when she convinced him to fuck her ass.

“He assfucked me twice a week for almost six months,” Paige said in a deep, husky voice, a stark contrast to her normal bubbly tone. “I would lube myself up before leaving the house, feeling the squishiness in my ass all day as I sat in my seat, only half-paying attention to the teacher while I daydreamed about the fucking I would get later on. As soon as I got to his office, I would bend over his desk and let him take my panties down to my knees before he seized my hips and roughly took me. And then I would spend the rest of the day feeling my panties being soaked by both his and my cum running out of my holes.”

I just groaned and let my jaw hang open while Paige slid a hand inside her blouse to rub her own breast. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused as she was clearly lost in her memories.

But after another moment of silence, she flicked her eyes to mine, her irises burning with undisguised lust. “So you see, I may look like an innocent little girl; but inside I’m just a depraved, sinful slut,” Paige breathed. “You won’t have to be gentle with me, lover. Just take me, hold me down hard, and fuck the everlasting shit out of me! Okay?”

I nearly did.

Paige groaned into my mouth as I attacked it, plunging my tongue into her throat as I rolled on top of her. Her wrists were soon in my claws as I pinned her down and ground my erection against her mound. And she simply whimpered happily and bucked her hips up to get more stimulation against her crotch.

I almost ripped her clothes off, but something told me not to do it. After all, we weren’t done with the story yet.

So slowly, holding Paige’s body in my arms, I kissed her one final time on her nose before sagging back and saying, “You said you were only with the priest for like six months. What happened?”

Paige smiled devilishly and shook her head. “Nuh-uh. Your turn.”

I just smiled and thought about where to start.

Paige never told me the name of the priest, so it only seemed fair that I held some names back as well. For example, I mentioned the older neighbor who’d taught me how to make love, but I didn’t tell her Keira’s name.

I didn’t mind telling Paige about my first girlfriend Megan, or that I’d briefly dated Cassidy at the same time as well. Those stories gave Paige hope that we could make this two-girlfriend thing work. And my new second girlfriend found my history with Adrienne — from seduction to nottogether to roommates at college — to be absolutely fascinating. I didn’t give away any of Adrienne’s secrets, but Paige was clearly in awe of the roller coaster I’d been through. And along the way she bent over and slurped my cock into her mouth, bringing me to a single pleasant ejaculation which she swallowed down and then panted happily.

We got dinner then. I proved I wasn’t completely useless in the kitchen by making spaghetti, although I was limited to boiling water for the noodles, browning ground beef, and using store-bought sauce. Matt and Brandi even joined us, my big sister ribbing me about ME cooking for HER just once.

It was Paige’s turn after that. I’d been imagining some scandalous end to her affair with the priest, him being caught and excommunicated or something like that. It wasn’t quite that drastic. The 22-year-old man DID leave the clergy, but it was because he couldn’t cope with what he was doing and resigned for “personal reasons”, not because they’d been caught.

Paige then seduced a neighborhood boy around her own age, manipulating him with her body at every turn for a few months until she bored of him. She wouldn’t LET that boy fuck her pussy, but she still enjoyed regular assfucks and dreamed of finding her strong, handsome white knight.

In the meantime, she got her hands on a vibrator and used it on her own ass and clit to get herself off. She started sleeping with another girl from her school. And she still got her thrills out of teasing every man in sight. By the time she was graduating High School, she convinced her parents she needed to learn more about the real world and they let her go to Berkeley. And when she got here, she started hitting up every party she could find, which ultimately led her to me.

I thought we were done then, but Paige wanted me to explain about Dawn. And as winding my narrative was about Adrienne, I found myself at almost a complete loss on how to explain my relationship with my lifelong best friend. “It’s... really complicated,” I stated.

“The best relationships always are,” Paige sighed dreamily.

So I started in the beginning, growing up side-by-side, quite literally. I spoke of sharing cribs and fighting over toys as toddlers (supposedly; I don’t remember per se). I spoke of summer camp and sexual discovery. I spoke of our brief decision to become boyfriend/girlfriend just before our Senior year of High School; and of the decision soon after to let each other go.

I went quiet for a long time after that, contemplating the myriad twists and turns in my relationship with Dawn and how we’d eventually come to be the friends we were today.

Paige left me to my silence, but after a few minutes, she put her hand on top of mine and asked softly, “You still love her, don’t you?”

I shrugged. “Of course. We’ll love each other forever.”

“No.” Paige shook her head. “I mean, you still LOVE her.”

I sighed, exhaling a long, long deep breath. “Like I said: It’s complicated.”

We both went silent for another a minute. And then my cute redheaded girlfriend simply rolled on top of me, kissing me firmly and drowning away my thoughts in a sea of affectionate bliss.

When Paige pulled away, my focus had already returned to her instead of Dawn. And then she got that impish twinkle in her eye again as she sat up, grabbed her bag, and said, “Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”

Almost ten hours ago, I’d thought Paige l was a too-young, inexperienced kid. My perception of her was colored by her petite size, youthful face, and happy-go-lucky demeanor. This was further reinforced by the simple fact that yes, Paige WAS inexperienced when it came to a lot of the innuendo and cultural attitudes we encountered on a daily basis around a melting pot like Berkeley. She’d simply grown up sheltered from the real world outside. In this sense, I’d been right.

Paige also didn’t understand guys very well. She’d been segregated from them for the most part, going to an all-girl’s school. She didn’t interact with many of them around her neighborhood, not regularly at least, to the point where she said she’d never had a real male “friend” until Bert and me. She just didn’t understand the mental makeup of a teenaged boy, other than that they were sexual creatures easily teased by her flirtations. And upon arrival at Berkeley, she’d promptly gone out on a reckless pursuit of “fun” without knowing what she was getting herself into. In retrospect, she was damn lucky she hadn’t experienced more incidents like the one I’d rescued her from.

So I’d thought I would need to slowly introduce her into the world of carnal pleasure, lest I overwhelm her with all the new things she would be experiencing for the first time. In this sense, I’d been totally wrong. This innocent-looking schoolgirl had been an absolute hellion between the sheets for our only sexual encounter; and while she hadn’t slept with many different people, she was no stranger to fucking.

So when Paige came back to my bedroom, I now saw her for the way she really was: innocent and sweet at first glance, but alluringly sexy beneath the surface. Her current outfit exemplified this perfectly, and I felt my heart thumping so hard it nearly burst from my chest.

Paige’s dark auburn hair was up in twin pigtails. She’d re-dressed into her Catholic schoolgirl uniform, but the starched white blouse was unbuttoned halfway down her chest with the black tie undone, exposing a gaping expanse of creamy white flesh that proved she wasn’t wearing a bra. The plaid skirt was pulled high, ending just below her crotch so that I could see plenty of silky thighs between where her knee-high white socks ended and the skirt’s hem began. Black saddle shoes finished off the slutty schoolgirl attire, and then I brought my gaze back up to her pretty face, where she gave me such an intoxicating look of seduction that my breath was taken away.

Britney Spears: eat your heart out.

In that moment, I felt like a dirty old man, even though Paige was a month older than me. It was so wrong, so depraved.

So... sinful...

I pitied the poor priest, just out of seminary, who’d found himself like a deer in the headlights before a 16-year-old Paige’s raw sexuality.

Her deep blue eyes were sparkling as she watched me staring at her. Her cute face was twisted into a sensual smile and her gaze dropped down to the tent forming in my jeans. And then staring at my crotch the entire time, she reached down to the hem of her skirt and lifted it up, exposing her pretty pink pussy to view, unblocked by any form of undergarments.

“I’ve been a naughty girl,” Paige said in a girlishly cute voice. “I must be punished. Please, sir. Will you spank me?”

I must have blanked out then. It’s not that I went unconscious or anything; it’s just that my memory is a little hazy on exactly what happened next.

I remember the high pitch of Paige’s squeal, loud enough and sharp enough to deafen my ears.

I remember the stinging pain in my own hand as I pulled it away from Paige’s bare buttcheeks, reddened by my repeated slaps.

I remember the feel of Paige’s heels digging into my naked ass as my cock lined up into position.

And I remember Paige’s cry of delight as my pelvic bone slammed into her crotch, my dick buried seven-and-three-quarter inches inside her naked pussy. If I hadn’t broken her maidenhead last night, I certainly would have today. No rationalizations would have stopped me. My rational mind was gone. Something primal had taken control deep inside me. And I no longer cared about the consequences.

I didn’t care that there was no condom separating my dick from her fertile womb. I didn’t care that she was thirteen days removed from her period. I didn’t care that in less than five minutes I felt my balls swelling to the size of grapefruits as they slapped pendulously against this little girl’s ass with every thrust, ready to burst.

I was capable of anything. I was capable of firing away into Paige’s pussy and impregnating her, FUCK the consequences. I didn’t care. I was THAT fucking turned on.

Fortunately for both of us, Paige still had a shred of control left.

She was in the middle of a very improper litany, screaming, “Oh God! Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” But at some point she must have noticed the wild look in my eyes as my hips sped up on the final countdown.

Even then, she wasn’t totally against the idea. She mumbled right into my face in our appropriately-named missionary position. “Oh, Ben! I want it! I want to feel it! But you shouldn’t! You shouldn’t!”

At first, it looked like I would continue not to care. My hands roughly held Paige’s shoulders, pinning her beneath me. There was no way she could prevent me from blasting away inside her unprotect womb. But as the tension built and I readied myself to fire away, a sliver of my mind woke up.

“FUUUUCKKK!!!” I roared in a cataclysmic mix of arousal, frustration, and ecstasy. At the last moment, I yanked myself out, knee-walked forward until I was straddling Paige’s chest, and grabbed her face in my hands.

The smaller girl had no choice beneath the power in my hands. I pried her mouth open and jerked her face forward, cramming the first few inches of my dick in between her lips. And then I let fly.

“ARRRGHHH!!!” I yelled as the first volley burst forth, rapidly filling up Paige’s mouth while she desperately tried to swallow. Then the second volley ... and the third ... and on and on.

She couldn’t keep up, coughing somewhere around four or five as dribbles of creamy spunk leaked out around her lips and began running down her chin. She looked deliciously vulnerable, tears rolling out from her eyes and her mascara beginning to run while my jizz trickled out from the corner of her mouth. And STILL the animal inside me was not satisfied.

I had not removed a single article of Paige’s clothing. She was still in uniform, although her blouse had been ripped open to expose her perky tits and her skirt was now more of a wide belt around her waist. And after dismounting her chest, I reached down to a long-sock covered leg, roughly flipping the petite schoolgirl over onto her belly and jerking her around by her black saddle shoes until she was face-down and pointed away from me. And then flipping up the back of her skirt and exposing her small, tiny ass to the open air, I grabbed the tube of KY jelly out of the nightstand, pressed the nozzle against Paige’s asshole, and unceremoniously squeezed.

Paige moaned as she felt the cool lube squirting up her anal channel. She gasped for air, still recovering from the load of cum I’d blasted down her throat, but she managed to croak, “Take me, lover! Take my ass! Fuck it! Fuck me!”

I only paused to spread her legs to the sides before gripping her hips and lunging downward, skewering Paige’s asshole in a powerful thrust with my still-hard cock. At first, her extreme tightness was almost painful on my over-sensitive dick, still recovering from recent orgasm. But I didn’t care. I thrust through my own pain until I felt iron hardness returning into my rod, and then I rabbit-fucked her with wild abandon.

“Fuck me!” Paige screamed. “Sodomize me! I’m your slutty, sinful bitch! Fuck me! Fuck me! Use me! Take me and RAPE ME!”

Even though I’d cum just minutes before, it was all just too much to handle mentally. I reached forward and grabbed Paige’s pigtails, holding onto them tightly as I ravaged her little body. I humped and thrust and powered my way through her tight asshole with a complete lack of control, drooling even onto the mattress beside her head. And then at last, my balls uncorked and I blasted her rectum full of cum for the second time since last night.

When I collapsed flat on top of her back, Paige was still grunting out her latest orgasm, trembling softly before pulling her hand up from her own crotch and delicately licking at her fingers. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she whimpered softly, her face turned away from me. “But it was sooo fucking good.”

Only then did my conscious mind return to me. My eyes fluttered as I realized what I had just done, and how violently I’d done it. And I was filled with a kind of remorse over how I’d just used and abused her little body.

“Holy fucking hell...” I groaned, flopping onto my back, lest I crush Paige beneath my heavy weight. My body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and I was panting like a race horse. And my head flopped back as my spine turned to jello.

Paige turned her head to face me, a wide smile on her face. She grinned and then said, “I am going to LOVE being your girlfriend!”

We took a shower together, and despite Paige’s earlier optimism, she expressed some disappointment with me when I didn’t seem up for another round of sex. “Aww ... Adrienne said you were always good for three ejaculations, usually more,” Paige pouted.

I just panted and leaned my head into the shower spray. “I’m not sure I’m used to going at it quite that hard,” I groaned. “Think of it this way, Red: You can say you’re the first girl to completely wipe me out after only two orgasms.”

Paige grinned widely, looking quite happy with that sentiment. “Well, only two for you. God, I lost track of how many times I came!”

Eventually, we ended up back in bed together. Above us, either Brandi or Dayna had been inspired by what they heard earlier, because Paige and I could hear some more fucking going on upstairs. But I really was wiped out and we simply spooned together, Paige seeming almost more thrilled by the cuddling than the sex.

“You know that last night was my very first night sleeping with a guy?” Paige had said happily. “I could get used to this part!”

I smiled and stroked her hair. But right then, I remembered who my normal bed partner was: Adrienne. And as I wondered where she was, a melancholic sense of loneliness returned to me.

I loved Adrienne. I was IN love with her. And she was supposedly still my girlfriend. So of course, I missed her presence. Last night had been the first time she hadn’t slept with me, and facing a second night without her in my arms felt incredibly saddening. Things just didn’t quite feel right.

Paige picked up on my radically changed mood. The petite redhead turned in my grasp and looked up at me. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

I sighed, giving my new girlfriend a wan smile. “Nothing. It’s okay,” I said quietly.

“You miss Adrienne, don’t you?” Paige said softly. I was amazed how perceptive she could be, and I wondered sometimes how much of her unaware innocence was real and how much was just part of her act.

I didn’t answer right away. But I frowned and looked away, lost in my thoughts. And it turned out, I didn’t have to answer. Two seconds later, the bedroom door opened, and there she was.

“Hi, Paige,” Adrienne said warmly. And then the stunningly gorgeous blonde turned to look at me. Her voice was decidedly different, more intense, as she said, “Hi, Ben.”

“Hi...” I said softly, feeling an upwelling in my heart. She was here. She’d come home. She’d come back to me.

Adrienne’s hair was a little damp. She’d clearly showered elsewhere. But she said nothing and I didn’t ask as she quickly changed into her pajamas and then came to the bed.

I rolled onto my back, holding open my right arm while cinching my left tighter around Paige. The petite redhead turned to pillow herself on my left shoulder and look across me at Adrienne as the statuesque blonde raised the covers and slid onto my other side. And once I had both beautiful girls in my arms, I lay my head back against the pillow.

NOW all was right in the world.

“So how does it work?” Dawn hooked her thumbs through the shoulder straps of her backpack. There was a suggestive wiggle in her eyebrows, barely visible beneath the brim of her Cal baseball cap. Dawn’s sunny blonde hair was in a ponytail passing through the hole in the back of the cap, swishing cutely with every step to mirror the way her delicate, dangling earrings bounced along as well.

I sighed and shook my head, knowing exactly which subject we were talking about. It was a Monday and the first real time Dawn and I were alone, as we headed up to our first class together. “I don’t know yet. This is all so new.”

“You’ve dated two girls before. With ... ah ... Megan and Cassidy, right?”

I nodded. “But this is completely different.”

“Why?”

“Different personalities. A whole different vibe. For one thing, dating Megan and Cassidy really felt like we were all a ‘triple’. I mean, they weren’t bisexual or anything; but Megan and Cassidy were best friends and the three of us went everywhere together.”

“And Adrienne and Paige aren’t friends?”

I shook my head. “Not like Megan and Cassidy. This isn’t a triple. This is two completely separate dating relationships.”

Dawn grinned. “But you still must have had some fun with the both of them in your bed at the same time.”

I sighed forlornly. “Even that didn’t happen.”

“Really?” My best friend looked surprised. “I know Adrienne’s wanted to seduce Paige for months. She just wouldn’t because she knew you wouldn’t approve — your whole Champion Defender of the innocent thing. What’s wrong, Paige not into girls?”

I shook my head. “Exact opposite, this time. Saturday night the three of us spent the night together. When we woke up, Paige was all excited for a threesome. Said she hadn’t fooled around with a girl since her Junior year in High School. But Adrienne was the one who left the bed.”

“What?” Dawn looked shocked. “Are we sure we’re talking about the same Adrienne? Turning down a cute redhead like that?”

I nodded. “She said she wanted to, but that she’d promised Grace she wouldn’t. I’m the only one she’s allowed to fuck without Grace being around. It’s a part of their new, committed relationship.”

Dawn whistled. “So Adrienne’s really serious about this new girlfriend. She’s even going monogamous; well, monogamous plus you. Dayna’s going to be heartbroken.”

I rolled my eyes. Dayna would survive. But sharing girls was such an integral part of mine and Adrienne’s sex life, and I wasn’t sure how this would change us. True, Adrienne promised we’d have more threesomes with the lissome Korean babe, but I thought her girl-monogamy might be awkward the next time both she and Paige wanted to spend the night with me.

“Speaking of monogamy,” Dawn asked. “What’s Paige think of your extra-curricular sex life?”

I shrugged. “We talked yesterday. Apparently Adrienne laid down the ground rules before sending her after me. Quote, ‘Ben is not monogamous by nature’, unquote. Paige already knew about me and Dayna. She knows about the occasional threesomes with Grace. And Adrienne told her she’s going to have to accept that other opportunities will present themselves to me.”

Dawn arched an eyebrow. “And Paige is cool with that?”

I nodded. “Surprisingly: yes. Paige was serious when she said she’d take whatever she could get from me and not try to hold me back. Hell, she just hopes I’d let her join in. That girl really, really wants to cut loose after eighteen years of Catholic restrictions.”

Dawn shook her head wryly. “You’re getting spoiled by these girls, Ben. They’re making themselves very vulnerable before you.”

“I know,” I moaned. “I at least told Paige I would always be honest with her, never hiding things.”

“Really? Nothing?” Dawn looked at me curiously. “What about Brandi?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “You’d never believe it.”

“What?” Dawn’s eyes popped open as she got the implication in my voice. Once again, we were on the same wavelength and she read me perfectly. “Paige already knew?” she exclaimed in disbelief.

I nodded in confirmation. “You be careful around her. That girl is a LOT more perceptive than she lets on. And she’s spent enough time in the house to figure out a LOT of things.”

“What did she say?”

“That’s the amazing part.” I shook my head, STILL in disbelief. “Paige said, and I quote: ‘Father Abraham married his sister. And Lot fathered the Moabites and the Ammonites with his daughters.’”

“Huh?” Dawn looked at me like I’d just spoken Chinese.

I smiled and shook my head. “Nevermind. The point is: Paige is fine with me and Brandi.”

Dawn whistled. “How do you find these girls, Ben?”

“I have no idea. They always seem to find me.”

It was almost dinnertime when Dawn and I returned to the house. Usually at this time, Brandi or Dayna would be in the kitchen prepping dinner, various members of my freshman crew would be lounging around the living room, and Adrienne would be anxiously waiting to see me after a full day spent apart.

Not today.

The place seemed absolutely deserted. Ryan had a group project tonight and he would be heading straight home when it was done. Bert had made plans to “study” at Robin’s dorm room. And Gwen had been spending more and more time with her new boyfriend Rick and his group of friends. And of course, Adrienne was probably with Grace.

I looked at Dawn and arched an eyebrow. Words weren’t needed; she felt the same thing I did. “Weird, huh?”

My best friend nodded. “So much has changed since last semester. That’s cool. I’ll make us something for dinner.”

With that, we headed to our respective bedrooms to drop off our bags, but when we got outside the doors, a low, feminine moan quite obviously wafted through my bedroom door.

Dawn and I froze, and then Dawn arched an eyebrow in surprise. “Did Adrienne bring Grace by again?”

I shook my head in the negative. I had already recognized the voice. “That was Paige.”

Another moan flittered through. Dawn gasped and rolled her eyes. “And THAT was Dayna.”

I didn’t wait any longer before twisting the knob and slowly pushing my door open. A chorus of musical giggles started up and then both Dawn and I poked our heads in. My jaw dropped immediately.

“Hi, Ben!” Paige chirped happily. My cute redheaded girlfriend was completely naked and perched on all fours. Lying beside her was an equally naked Brandi, flat on her back and panting at the ceiling with Paige’s left hand still rubbing her breast. And between Brandi’s legs was Dayna while the naked, busty blonde slowly pumped a glass dildo in and out of my sister’s snatch.

The three girls all turned to look at us and Paige continued, “Dayna’s showing me how to eat pussy. I’ve done it before, but she’s teaching me things I never even imagined!”

“Don’t let her fool you,” Dayna laughed. “Your little redhead is a natural.”

I just blinked rapidly, scarcely believing what I was seeing. And then Paige sat upright on her knees, opening her arms to me invitingly. “Come play with us, Ben! The girls were just telling me about creampies. I’ve never done it before. And wouldn’t it just be so... sinful ... for me to suck your semen out of your big sister?”

“But don’t swallow it. Keep it in your mouth and then feed it back to me on your tongue. That’s ‘snowballing’,” Brandi added in a husky voice.

[SPROING!]

I was already leaning forward to dive in, but Dawn’s presence beside me stopped my forward momentum. I paused and turned to her, a hopeful smile on my face. “Come join us?”

But the beautiful blonde shook her head. “Nah. You go ahead, Ben. Your girls are waiting.”

I blinked twice, rapidly. Ever since Dayna’s blindfolded orgy, I’d never even seen Dawn naked, let alone had her be a part of the same group sex act. “C’mon ... It’ll be fun. Aren’t you the least bit curious about Paige?”

“Yeah! C’mon!” Paige encouraged eagerly.

Dawn flashed her crystal blue eyes at the petite redhead, momentary lust flashing across her eyes. We did think alike, and I knew she’d had a fantasy or two about nailing Paige in her schoolgirl outfit. But Dawn turned and hugged me, her lips finding the back of my neck as she pecked me tenderly. “Go have fun. I’ll have dinner ready when you guys are done.” And then she turned and headed into her own bedroom.

I felt a momentary twinge of disappointment, but then Dayna was beside me, closing the bedroom door and grabbing hold of my shirt. My eyes yo-yoed down to her impressive tits and I let the blonde bombshell drag me towards the bed. “C’mon, stud. We haven’t fucked all of 2003 and I intend to make up for lost time.”

Two days later, Dawn and I returned to the house and found Gwen, Robin, and Bert already in the living room, doing their homework. I went into my own bedroom as well, setting my backpack down next to the desk while reaching above it to the shelf that held my Intro to Finance textbook. That’s when something from underneath the desk grabbed at my leg.

I’m sorry to say I yelped like a little girl, so surprised was I by the gripping force wrapped around my leg. It was like something out of a horror movie, and I half-expected to be dragged down into some supernatural underworld filled with monsters and demons.

But the hands grabbing me sat me down in the desk chair and started opening up my fly, and only then did I realize this wasn’t some supernatural monster out to get me.

“Paige!” I hissed once the petite redhead giggled, giving away her identity.

She didn’t answer except to yank my jeans down to my ankles and roll the desk chair forward while she opened her mouth and fed upon my still-limp (but growing) dick.

“What the hell?” I exclaimed, still in shock. Adrenaline raced through my veins.

Dawn was soon at the open bedroom door. “You okay, Ben? I thought I heard a squeal. Kinda girly if you ask me.”

“Uh ... uh ... I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute,” I stammered. And then Paige gave me a particularly good suck, forcing me to let out an uncontrollable groan.

Dawn stepped into the bedroom and arched an eyebrow. “You sure you’re okay?”

I blinked and stuttered, my eyes wild. And then somehow Dawn figured it out. After all, we were both used to seeing Paige waiting for me in the house on a day like this. “Ahhh...” My best friend grinned, realization (ahem) dawning on her.

And then while my lower jaw quivered in mixed panic and pleasurable excitement, Dawn merely winked at me and backed into the hallway, pulling my door shut. “Have fun you two,” she said.

“Thanks, Dawn!” Paige called from underneath my desk. And as the door clicked shut, my impish little pixie resumed her fantastic blowjob.

“Woooo!!!” Paige cheered, thrusting her arms into the air. It was a Saturday night and the petite redhead was flat on her back, having unbuttoned her Catholic schoolgirl blouse halfway up from the bottom. The lower edge of her white bra was showing just above her completely bare belly.

Well, it wasn’t completely bare. There was, after all, quite a bit of chocolate sauce circled around her navel and the young freshman girl hissed when the cold Jim Beam whiskey was poured into the center of it. And then she started giggling uncontrollably when Kerri Trainor licked up a healthy amount of both substances before moving to Paige’s face, the two hot redheads swapping spit, chocolate, and whiskey between their mouths.

“You ever realize she was this crazy?” I asked Adrienne, who was standing between me and Grace, her hands holding onto both of our arms to either side of her.

Adrienne giggled. “Well, I thought she had potential. She certainly has been cutting loose lately.”

“Long as she doesn’t go TOO crazy.” I sighed.

“That’s what you’re here for,” Adrienne patted my shoulder. “You’re her safety net. As long as you’re around, she knows she can’t get into TOO much trouble.”

“WOOO!!!” Paige was suddenly standing on top of the table, gyrating drunkenly with chocolate and alcohol still smeared across her belly. And then grabbing her shirt and bra, she squealed and yanked both garments up to her neckline, baring her perky titties to everyone’s view. “WOO!!!”

That was far enough. “PAIGE!” I yelled.

Instantly, the redheaded pixie dropped her shirt and pouted. “Oh, poo.”

Three guys around similarly groaned their disapproval. But I merely stepped up to the table and let the light, little girl jump down into my arms. She promptly wrapped her hands around my head and shoved her tongue down my throat, moaning in obvious arousal.

“Fuck me now, Ben!” Paige growled right into my face. “Take me into your bedroom, lube up my tight asshole, and fuck the holy living shit outta me!”

I glanced back just once, to look at Adrienne. But she wasn’t even looking at us. My other gorgeous girlfriend was giggling with Grace, chatting about something while they gazed adoringly into each other’s eyes.

Oh well. I had WAY more than a handful in my arms.

It was a Tuesday when 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 Adrienne and her friends.

I found my girlfriend hip-to-hip and chatting with her girlfriend Grace. “Ohmigod! You DO exist!” My eyes were comically wide open and I raised my arms straight up in the air.

“Stop that,” Adrienne rolled her eyes. “It was only one night.”

“A night apart from you stretches for an eternity inside my heart,” I waved theatrically.

“Didn’t we finish Comparative Lit last semester?” Adrienne grinned, arching an eyebrow at me. She opened her arms for a hug.

I hugged my girlfriend, pecking her on the cheek before letting go and turning to her companion. “Hiii, Grace...” I drawled with a charming smile and let my eyes rove up and down the gorgeous Korean babe’s slender body. As always, she was achingly sexy and I found myself wondering when would be the next time all three of us could get together for some playtime.

Grace batted her long eyelashes at me and smiled perkily. “Hiii, Tiger.”

I smiled back and was about to comment when Misty Madsen and Kim Fukuzaki arrived as well.

“Hey, Ben.”

“Hi, Ben.”

I nodded to the girls and we moved to grab a table. At first, I moved alongside Adrienne, but then I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance as Grace and Adrienne slid into one side of the booth together, which only fit two. Immediately they were pressing their hips together and giggling cutely while staring adoringly into each other’s eyes. Wasn’t Adrienne still supposed to be MY girlfriend? Didn’t WE used to sit together?

But she was also Grace’s girlfriend now. I wasn’t exactly used to sharing, but I had to accept that. So I looked around for an extra chair and let Misty and Kim slide into the other side of the booth before pulling myself up at the end of the table.

And then I spent the rest of the lunch in a slightly annoyed funk.

Fortunately, Adrienne picked up on my sour mood when we all got up to leave. “Hey, you okay, Tiger?”

I looked at my girlfriend’s beautiful face and picked up on her radiant smile. Smiling back, I nodded and replied, “I’m okay, I’m okay.”

Her hazel eyes clicked back and forth in mine for a few moments. Then she stepped forward and gave me a very firm hug. “I love you, Ben. Always and Forever.”

She said it with such heartfelt emotion, bathing my annoyance in a blanket of warmth. This was what I’d been missing lately. I sighed happily and then patted her back. “Me, too.”

Adrienne pulled back and touched my cheek. “See ya later.” And then giggling, she turned and slipped her hand into Grace’s. And the pair of them headed off for their next classes.

I’d get used to this. After all, it’s only been a few weeks. As long as she loves me.

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

This was heaven.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against Adrienne’s back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my left hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming, and my left arm snaked beneath her pillow to hold her from the opposite side. My right hand firmed up over her hip, gently holding her in place while I reflexively ground my erection into her panty-covered ass.

Just another morning, the way things had been for almost a year now. Just me and the girl I loved. With my eyes still closed, I squeezed her just a little tighter, a hug of affection. But the pleasant affection soon gave way to primal lust, as fond memories of the many, many times Adrienne and I had made love percolated in my brain. So breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her hair, smelling her sweet fragrance. And I exhaled softly as my body warmed up to make my erotic dreams into reality.

“Ben,” Adrienne said quietly.

“Hmm?” I mumbled, still not fully awake just yet.

“Your other girlfriend is still here.”

My eyes popped open and I groaned, only now waking up completely and realizing the situation I was in. The clock read only 5:30am and I felt the warmth of Paige’s body snuggling into me from behind. And the simple fact was: Adrienne didn’t want to have sex while Paige was in bed with us. It wasn’t that she was embarrassed; it was just a ground rule Adrienne had laid out for herself and for Grace. If we started fucking, and Paige was there, Adrienne was certain she would give in to her lust for the pretty redhead and engage in a threesome. And THAT would be cheating on her girlfriend. Or at least that’s what she claimed.

“We can be real quiet...” I offered.

“Really? You KNOW we’d wake her up,” Adrienne replied.

I sighed. Sleeping with two hot babes sounded great on paper. But in practice, the presence of one sleeping beauty could really put a damper on spontaneous sex with the other. My left hand released Adrienne’s breast and my right pulled off her hip as I rocked my hips away from her ass. “I’m sorry,” I muttered and suppressed a disappointed groan.

“No, it’s okay,” she said softly. “I’m sorry, Ben. I know you get horny in the mornings.”

“Every guy gets horny in the mornings,” I replied gently. “And we haven’t made love in days.”

“I know I’m neglecting you,” Adrienne exhaled. “I just can’t right now. Not with Paige here.”

I wanted to ask, ‘Then when?’ But I couldn’t bring myself to ask for sex. It HAD to happen only when both Adrienne and I wanted it to happen. I couldn’t make it into a chore for her.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” I sighed. I put my hands back on her, this time scooping my left forearm beneath her breasts and my right wrapping over the top as I spooned myself closer against Adrienne. My dick mashed into her buttcheek, but I didn’t try to hump myself against her. “I love you, Adrienne. Sorry for waking you.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Just go back to sleep,” I patted her hip and set my head back on the pillow. Stupid rules. But what was my alternative? NOT sleep with Adrienne at night? No. Not let Paige sleep over? No. I may have been lying between a statuesque blonde bombshell and a perky, energetic redhead, but it felt like I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

No longer feeling quite as blissfully happy, I closed my eyes and fitfully tried to fall back into unconsciousness.

At a more appropriate time, Adrienne and I woke up again while Paige stayed completely out of it. My petite redheaded girlfriend was a firecracker of energy during the day, but she was very much a late sleeper.

Adrienne began rolling forward to move out of my grasp. I held on just an extra second, squeezing her to remind her that I loved her, and then I let her go. I then watched as my gorgeous girlfriend got out of bed, wearing her own pajamas, and headed out the door to go to the bathroom. I lay my head back and waited until she returned, and then I got up to go through my own morning ablutions.

When I got back, Adrienne was already set up in front of her vanity. I knew from past experience she could spend quite a while putting on her makeup, time during which she would not want me to disturb her. And Paige had begun snoring lightly when she rolled onto her back after I left the bed. So I headed out for the kitchen to find something to eat.

Have I ever mentioned how lucky I was to have roommates that knew how to cook? Brandi was standing at the range, frying up some bacon and eggs which smelled so wonderfully good. And she was looking particularly good herself, clad in a baby T-shirt and a skimpy pair of cotton shorts that hugged her exquisitely tight ass. Really, my sisters all had world-class asses and I dropped my palm to Brandi’s right buttcheek and rubbed it soothingly.

“Stop that!” Brandi giggled.

“Why? You worried I might convince you to go upstairs for a little naughty brother love?” Hey, I was still horny from the earlier attempt at morning sex with Adrienne.

“Ben!” Brandi flashed her eyes at me before hissing quietly, “Matt’s upstairs.”

I pulled my hand away. Our roommates all knew about my more-than-platonic relationship with my sister, but we did have to be careful not to advertise this.

My sister just turned around with a lopsided grin. “What’s wrong? You’ve got TWO hot girls in your bedroom right this minute and you’re still prowling on me?”

“You’re worth prowling on,” I growled and pawed at her ass again. But then I sighed in frustration. “Besides, Adrienne’s whole monogamy thing has been such a hassle.”

“Why? She’s still having sex with you, right?”

“Right...” I sighed, thinking of the past few days when Adrienne and I hadn’t managed to find intimate time. “But she’s not screwing Paige ... or Dayna ... or you...”

“Tell me about it,” Brandi blew her bangs off her own forehead. “I mean, I’m not in love with Adrienne or anything, but she’s good in bed. I miss that.”

I sighed. “It’s just not the same anymore. She’s supposed to still be my girlfriend, but I feel like I barely see her. I can count on one hand how many times we’ve had sex since Valentine’s Day. Adrienne promised bringing Paige in would save our relationship, but it’s like she’s just trying to keep me occupied so I don’t notice how little we’re together.”

Brandi turned off the burners and pointed me to the cabinets. I automatically went to grab some plates while she leaned against the counter and asked, “Have you talked to her about it?”

I snorted. “With what time? She’s always out with Grace and when she IS here, Paige is around.”

“But Paige will leave you two alone whenever you ask, right?”

I nodded. “Probably the only times Adrienne and I have had sex the past few weeks. But I don’t want to make a big deal out of this. Asking Paige to leave us alone and then dragging Adrienne into a bedroom to talk would put Adrienne on the defensive right away. I’d rather figure out how to talk with her more casually. Besides, it’s only been a few weeks. I’ve been in my honeymoon phase with Paige and I’m sure Adrienne’s in hers with Grace. It’ll pass. I just need to get used to sharing her. I’ve never done it before.”

Brandi stopped and grabbed my hands, making me look her in the eyes. “Are you happy, Ben? In your relationship with Adrienne?”

“Sure. I’m fine. I’ll be fine,” I replied quickly.

“Bennn...” Brandi warned.

I sighed and then admitted, “Not really.”

“Then it’s already a big deal.” Brandi looked at me sternly. “You’ve got to sit down and talk with her. Communication, communication, communication.”

“Yeah, yeah. So you keep telling me.”

My older sister smirked at me. “And I’ll keep telling you until you get it through that thick skull.”

It was a quiet breakfast, for me at least. Dayna and Brandi were chatty, as usual. Adrienne and Dawn were pretty conversational as well. Only Paige was quiet, but then she was always quiet in the mornings. She was very much NOT a morning person. And despite the welcoming attitude of the other girls, my newest girlfriend still felt a bit like an intruder in our house.

Me? I was lost in thought. Adrienne tried to talk to me a few times, as did Dayna. Brandi knew what I was thinking and left me alone while Dawn seemed to instinctively understand that I needed my own time. Eventually, Adrienne picked up on it as well and she waited me out.

Brandi made me face the truth: I wasn’t that happy. Yeah, my budding romance with Paige was exciting and fresh, something I hadn’t felt for a long time. And before Paige and I had taken things to the next level, my relationship with Adrienne had become quite routine.

But I still missed Adrienne now.

The simple fact was: while I enjoyed being with Paige and the little redhead was clearly still madly in love with me, I didn’t share those strong emotions and I didn’t think I ever would. My dating relationship with Paige would run its course eventually; she would move on when she didn’t need me as a “safety net” anymore and when her romantic feelings subsided. But I was still very much in love with Adrienne. Paige was a nice distraction, but I still saw Adrienne as my real girlfriend. I still saw Adrienne as the kind of girl I could grow old with, and raise a family with.

But Adrienne still needed to explore her sexuality, to come to terms with her “mostly lesbian” orientation. She still needed to experience this first real Sapphic relationship with Grace. And she still had to decide what she wanted for her future. Adrienne was far from ready to settle down with me.

I was okay with that. I could wait. But in the meantime, if Adrienne still believed herself to be my girlfriend, then I wanted at least a little more time with her. Wasn’t that fair? After all, Grace and I were supposed to be sharing her, right? Grace wasn’t supposed to HAVE her and just allow me the leftovers.

If she really loved me, Adrienne would at least listen and do what she could to make me happier, the same as I would always do for her.

So when breakfast ended, I touched her arm and asked softly, “Adrienne?”

The stunningly gorgeous blonde flashed me a perfect smile, turning her head to me with nothing but sweet adoration on her face. And from the way her eyes softened, it seemed that 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.

I panted for oxygen. “Is that how you’ll always resolve our discussions?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

I sighed and thought about it. “Good plan. I think we should have these discussions more often.”

“Me, too,” Adrienne giggled. “And I’ve got an even better plan.”

“Really?” I gasped.

Adrienne nodded her head up and down. “I sensed we weren’t spending enough time together, too. I haven’t been fair to you, Tiger. Things haven’t been balanced, Grace gets a disproportionate amount of my time and I’ve been taking you for granted. I know you love me and I haven’t been working to maintain our relationship, just expecting that you’ll always be there for me.”

“I will. I DO love you,” I insisted. “And your relationship with Grace is still new. I get that you want to spend a lot of time with her.”

My girlfriend touched my face tenderly. “You’re always so understanding. I do want to spend a lot of time with her ... it’s ... exciting. But I can’t keep neglecting you. So I talked to Grace yesterday about spending time with you both.”

“You did?” My brain went to a rather male-fantasy version of Adrienne ‘spending time’ with the both of us.

“Uh, huh. So she agreed. We’re gonna invite you to join us much more often.” A twinkle in her eyes seemed to confirm where my fantasy was going.

“Really...” I grinned, my voice full of innuendo.

Adrienne nodded, smiling broadly. “Was her idea, actually. She’s been craving real cock.”

I pictured the slender Korean’s fantastically fuckable body. “Good plan.”

Two days later, I thrust forward a final time, feeling my balls unloading their precious cargo into the svelte, stacked, sweaty naked girl beneath me.

“Guhh!” Grace grunted as her whole body jerked on impact and then began moaning as the tremors of ultimate pleasure began quaking across her body. The beautiful Korean babe was pinned on her back beneath me, her legs hooked over my thighs while I held myself at maximum depth inside her pussy. And her full, firm breasts were being crushed beneath my chest.

And I wasn’t the only one paying Grace attention. Adrienne was kissing her again, muffling her euphoric moan while she twitched and shuddered in orgasm. And her hips thrust off the bed, pressing her crotch against mine while I continued filling her up with scalding hot cum.

When we were both done, I rolled off and left Grace panting at the ceiling of her dorm room. She grinned goofily and exclaimed, “GREAT plan.”

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. Paige and I were playing video games “together”; and by together I mean together. My cute girlfriend had got it in her head to work the right half of the controller, selecting squares or triangles or whatever while I manned the directional keypad on the left. For anyone who knows gaming, the right half is by far the more important half, and the little redhead was giggling near-constantly as she made our on screen characters do the CRAZIEST things.

“This is fun!” she chirped happily.

I was more entertained by Paige than the game at this point, and I just nodded before frowning and exclaiming, “Oh, no you didn’t!”

“Oops.” The way Paige giggled made it clear she wasn’t sorry in the slightest.

“Aren’t you two adorable...” a new voice cut in from behind us. Since the game wasn’t time-based, both Paige and I turned around to see who it was, Paige letting go of the controller.

Dayna flashed a sideways smirk. The beautiful blonde babe with big boobs folded her arms beneath her breasts and looked around. “Where’s your other hot girlfriend?”

I exhaled in mild frustration. Paige glanced at me before informing Dayna, “Out with Grace.”

“Again?” Dayna flashed that smirk again. “I feel like I never see that girl around anymore.”

I just shrugged. It wasn’t like Adrienne was out with another guy. But I had to admit, I was slightly annoyed. For a few weeks after our big discussion, my girlfriend had been much better about making time for me. But lately her effort had begun to taper off, and I was beginning to feel second fiddle once again.

“Too bad,” Dayna sighed. “Well if you’re feeling short on girls, Ben, you two are welcome to come upstairs and play with me.” The blonde’s smile was all teeth.

“Ooh, really?” Paige perked up.

Dayna was already chuckling at Paige’s enthusiasm. “Of course, we could REALLY make it a full-blown orgy if both your girlfriends were here. I DO miss Adrienne’s sweet pussy.”

Paige sighed. “Don’t bother. I’ve been trying to hit that for months now.”

Dayna stifled a laugh, looking at the little redhead. “’Hit that’?”

“Oh! Did I not say it right?” Paige blushed bright pink.

“No, you did fine, Red,” I soothed, patting Paige’s hand. “I just don’t think any of us were expecting to hear you use the phrase.”

“I’m learning,” she beamed proudly.

Dayna and I glanced at each other, chuckling lightly. Then the busty blonde smiled. “So? Feel like fucking away a pleasant afternoon?”

I grinned at Paige, setting down the Playstation controller. “I take the left half. You take the right.”

Paige got the idea right away. “Let’s get crunked!” she cheered.

This time, neither Dayna nor I could keep from laughing. But I scooped up Paige in my arms and we headed upstairs to “play” Dayna together.

“Come ON, Adrienne,” I groaned. I was all dressed up and ready to go. Only, I was all alone in the house. Brandi was out with Matt. Dayna was who knows where. And I’d told Paige to entertain herself for the evening because I’d arranged a night to be alone with Adrienne. “This was supposed to be our date night!”

“I’m sorry, Ben. This sorority thing really just came up last minute,” came Adrienne’s voice through my cell phone’s receiver. She really did sound apologetic. But then she couldn’t even bother to come home or let me know ahead of time. I’d had to call her cell phone when she was fifteen minutes late.

“Since when were you interested in joining a sorority?” I exhaled in exasperation.

“Since they first came and started recruiting me and Grace. It sounds like fun! Sisterhood, networking ... I’ve missed that since leaving the cheerleaders in High School.”

I sighed forlornly. I couldn’t really fault her. Adrienne was EXACTLY the kind of girl the sororities would go after. She was gorgeous, sociable, and had excellent leadership qualities. But did it HAVE to happen on our date night? “Look, I get it. But how could you NOT have known there was a conflict earlier?”

“I ... uh...” Adrienne stammered. “Ben, please forgive me. I’m ... I’m already here. It started a half hour ago. I forgot all about tonight.”

“You FORGOT?” Red anger flashed before my eyes. We hadn’t been on a real date in MONTHS and Adrienne forgot?

“Ben, I’m sorry!” She heard the tone in my voice.

“You FORGOT?”

“Ben. It was an accident. I—”

“You know what? Never mind,” I cut her off. “I’ll just call up my other girlfriend and fuck HER brains out tonight,” I barked vehemently.

“Ben!” Adrienne pleaded. I doubt she minded me fucking Paige, but she didn’t like my tone.

“Go have fun, Adrienne. I’ll see you tomorrow ... or ... whenever.”

“Ben, please!”

“Bye.” I hit END on the phone.

Two seconds later, Paige picked up her cell phone. “Ben?”

“Hi. Adrienne canceled. Wanna come over?” I barked gruffly.

“Ben, is everything okay?” Paige’s voice quivered. “You sound upset.”

I heard the faint beeping of call waiting. I glanced at my screen and saw that Adrienne was trying to call me back. I ignored her. “Adrienne canceled,” I informed Paige. “Of course I’m a little upset.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be over as fast as I can, okay?” Paige said warmly.

I sighed, feeling some measure of peace knowing that someone still cared about me.

“And Ben?” Paige added.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to take my underwear off with your teeth or should I just skip them to save time?”

I grinned. Thank God for horny little schoolgirls. “Surprise me.”

We didn’t even bother getting re-dressed after the first quickie assfuck; it was Paige’s fertile time again and she said she wanted to feel my cum squishing around her bowels a little longer.

We kept a box of baby wipes in the nightstand for occasions like this and we just wiped ourselves up and laid down side-by-side on the bed. With our lust sated for the moment, I spent a good fifteen minutes catching up on the foreplay we’d skipped, simply holding Paige’s body in my arms, caressing her soft skin while we played tonsil hockey together.

And then, since the house was completely empty, Paige decided to prance outside into the living room so we could fuck somewhere a little less private. It was unlikely anyone would walk in on us, but my redheaded pixie got a real kick out of being more exposed than usual.

“Where do you want me, lover?” the stark-naked, adorably cute girl turned and wiggled her ass at me. She lay her chest down on top of the dining table, reaching across it to grip the far edge and pull herself fully atop the flat, wooden surface. She was short enough that her toes didn’t quite reach the floor. And I observed her alabaster skin completely unbroken from neck to heels, save for the slightly reddened buttcheeks where my pelvis had just recently been smacking against.

“Nah. You look great, but that edge will really dig into your hips if you can’t plant your feet on the floor,” I gestured.

Paige giggled and got off. “Aww ... still looking out for my well-being?”

“Always.” I smiled warmly.

“The couch it is then.” My pixie pranced over to the sofa, planting her feet on the floor this time and bending over the armrest while propping herself up with her arms on the seat cushions. She was in a nearly identical position, but this time the padded armrest assured me she wouldn’t seriously get hurt.

I grinned and nodded, walking up behind her and lifting my half-hard cock to drape it in the crease of her buttocks. “You look sooo sexy, Red,” I hummed, running my hands along the baby-soft skin of Paige’s back.

“Oooh...” she moaned, the sound so enticingly erotic that I felt a rush of blood pouring into my prick from the sound alone. And taking advantage of her stabilized legs, she wriggled her hips to slide her own asscrack up and down the length of my growing prick.

“Sooo sexy, Red,” I repeated, my voice a throaty mumble.

“Are you gonna fuck my little ass again, lover? I’ve still got your last load swishing around inside me. My tiny asshole has already been stretched for your thick cock. You don’t have to be gentle at all. Just grip my hips and shove your big dick into me! Pound me. Sodomize me. Blast your unholy spunk into the depths of my young, virginal body! Take me Goddammit and- AHHH!!!”

Paige knew damn well what that kind of talk would do to me. And three seconds after letting out that ear-piercing scream, the little teenager was giggling maniacally while I flexed my dick, which was buried almost eight inches into her bowels. “Oh, fucking hell yeah...” she crooned.

I never ceased to be amazed by the filthy language coming out of Paige’s mouth when she was turned on, such a stark contrast to her usually sweet demeanor. Yeah, she was playing around with street slang and even Ebonics, but her frequent “Oh my words” and “Oh, poos” seemed to come from an entirely different girl from the one who currently had her ass skewered on my cock.

“I’m such a slut for you, lover,” Paige began panting while I withdrew and started a pumping motion. “I’m your sinful, lustful slut. I want to commit every cardinal sin with you. I lust for you. I want to be a glutton for sex, fucking as often as fucking humanly possible! I wanna be greedy for you, desiring more and more. And ... well, I’m not sure how to do sloth or wrath or whatever. Forget it. Just fuck me! Fuck me more! Harder!”

I pounded her with fierce strokes, gripping Paige’s tiny hips. Her sphincter was fully dilated and her anal chute was already well lubricated from KY jelly and a previous load of spunk. I was able to slam in and out of her with minimal friction, although her canal was still exquisitely and pleasurably tight for my invading rod. And as I both sped up and increased the force of my thrusts, I began to wonder if even the padded armrest could save her from bruising.

Not that Paige minded. “FUCK ME!” she screamed. “HARDER, GODDAMMIT!”

I blasted my hips forward, rocking her into the couch. Bent before me, pinned over the armrest beneath me, the petite girl looked even smaller, almost childlike. I felt like I was crushing her. But this far gone into my pleasure, her well-being was no longer something I actively concerned myself with.

Besides, she was yelling, “HARDER!”

I gave her another powerful thrust, pressing my short and curlies up against her now reddened asscheeks with my dick stretching her anus even wider.

“HARDER!!!”

I did it again.

“FUCCKKKK!” Paige’s voice cracked. “I’M CUMMING!”

Another thrust.

“FUCKING CHRIST!” she squealed. “I’M CUMMING!!! AAAHHHH!!!”

And I was joining her. Paige’s body twitched and jerked beneath me, her arms wobbly as she struggled to support both her own and my heavy weights. And then my hips were pressing her pelvis even harder against the padded armrest while I buried my cock to full depth and let fly with another massive load of spunk, sending it to join my previous load in coating her rectum with hot splatters of creamy jism.

“HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!” Paige screamed as her body jerked again beneath me. She arched her spine and her head came up so she could scream towards the ceiling, like a wolf howling at the moon.

I threw my own head back as well, yelling my own orgasm to the ceiling while my arms fully extended, gripping Paige’s body as the final spurts of cum raced out of my shaft to disappear into the little girl’s bowels.

When my energy gave out, I simply fell straight onto Paige’s naked sweaty back, the impact collapsing her arms and sending her face and chest down onto the sofa cushions. Her pelvis lost its perch on the armrest and together, we slumped forward and slid onto the couch, sweaty and sticky and with my dick still lodged up her rectum.

And that’s how Adrienne found us.

Before I’d realized her presence, my stunningly gorgeous blonde girlfriend stepped up next to me and pulled at my shoulders, tugging me off the exhausted, semi-conscious little redhead. I slumped onto my ass on the floor while Adrienne knelt next to the sofa. And then she pulled on Paige’s leg to spread her thighs to the side, ducking her face between the redhead’s asscheeks and slurping my still hot cum directly out of the little girl’s asshole.

“Holy Mother of God!” Paige moaned, her eyes fluttering, and I realized that Adrienne was not only hoovering out my jism, but two of her fingers were shoved into the redhead’s twat. Already brain-fried from the recent assfucking, Paige was completely helpless before the blonde’s oral and manual assault.

I wasn’t sure who was more surprised that Adrienne was eating out Paige’s ass: Paige or me. But both of us were incredibly turned on by it and the hyped-up redhead was thrashing and moaning ecstatically. And after only a couple of minutes, I saw Paige’s dark blue eyes open up WIDE, flashing with luminescent intensity as she whimpered and moaned in another orgasm, her whole body twitching spastically.

Only then did Adrienne lean back and turn around to face me. Her jaw was thrust outward and she cupped a hand beneath her chin just in case as she opened her mouth to show me the semen she’d sucked out of Paige’s asshole. And then after making well and sure that she had my full attention, Adrienne tilted her head back and noisily gulped the entire mass down.

All three of us lay there panting for several minutes. Paige was shell-shocked from her orgasms, her eyes heavy-lidded. Adrienne was panting to catch her breath after holding my cum in her mouth for some time, waiting me out. And I was still in shock that she was even here.

When I found my voice, I asked softly. “What about your sorority thing?”

Adrienne blinked, her hazel irises burning straight at me. “I had to come back to you. I’m so sorry I forgot about our date.”

I blinked and nodded. She’d walked away from an event with Grace to come to me. “You could have just stayed. You were already there.”

Adrienne blinked several times, looking crushed. But she took a deep breath and looked me dead in the eyes. “I choose you, Ben.”

My lower lip quivered at the intensity in Adrienne’s voice. Just hearing her say those four words made the stone-cold anger around my heart completely melt. But my brain was still processing. I gestured to Paige. “I thought you couldn’t do that behind Grace’s back.”

Adrienne sighed, looking sad. “I probably shouldn’t have. But I HAD to get your cum, whether it was inside Paige or not. I did it so I could show you how much you mean to me. I need you to understand. I love you, Ben. I’m exploring this relationship with Grace because I need to understand myself, to understand my sexuality, and to understand my romantic feelings for another woman. I’m dating her now; but I’ll be with you forever. I love you more than I love her. Don’t ever doubt that.”

I took a deep breath, nodding. “Okay.”

Adrienne now reached forward, tentatively taking my hands. She managed to crack a smile when I squeezed them. “Really?”

“Yeah. I believe you,” I smiled. It had been a rough year with Adrienne, full of ups and downs. From roommate conflicts to not spending enough time together to dating other girls, our relationship had not exactly been smooth. But in the end we always made it through. “I love you, Adrienne. Forever and always.”

My beautiful girlfriend smiled radiantly. “I love you, too.” Then she blushed and took a deep breath, glancing away in shame. “Still, uh ... can you not tell Grace about this?”

I chuckled. “Sure.”

I arrived home on what felt like an ordinary Wednesday, heading into my bedroom before stopping dead in my tracks.

“Hiii, Boyfriend...” Paige chirped, sitting upright on the floor at the foot of the bed. Her hair was up in pigtails and her Catholic schoolgirl uniform was even more scandalous than usual. The black tie was perfectly done, but the white blouse beneath it was unbuttoned from throat to tails and pulled apart to reveal all of her pale skin, including both perky breasts. The plaid skirt was pulled up to show off her own bare-shaven twat, sans panties. And she had spread her legs to the side in invitation, knees in the air while lightly rubbing the knee-high white socks and black saddle shoes.

“Welcome home, Stud...” Dayna was draped across the front edge of the bed, posing as if she were in a swimsuit calendar with one arm holding her head up and brushing back her sunny blonde hair. Only instead of a swimsuit, she wore a lace set of lingerie with see-thru holes that completely revealed her erect nipples and bare-shaven twat. My mouth watered as I fantasized about sucking on all three.

“Heyyy, little brother...” Brandi drawled from right behind Dayna, posing on her side in the opposite direction, propping her head up on one elbow. She wore a violet demi-bra and matching boyshorts that I knew would outline her world-class ass without actually letting me see her buttcheeks. And I already looked forward to peeling them off her to get a better view.

And last but certainly not least was Adrienne, kneeling upright behind the two older girls. My stunningly gorgeous girlfriend wore her black and white shelf-bra, the one with half-cups that left her nipples exposed. She bent over, letting me ogle the pendulous mounds as they swung forward, and rubbed her hands on both Dayna’s and Brandi’s asses while flashing me a wide grin.

“Happy birthday, Tiger...”

It was like a whole new relationship. For the past month straight, Adrienne had been making an extra effort to spend time with me, and it showed in my vastly improved demeanor.

“You sure are chipper today,” Dawn bumped her hip into mine as we headed up the hill to Cheit Hall. With the warming weather, my gorgeous best friend was in short shorts that showed off her legs and a baby T-shirt that hugged her upper body’s assets quite nicely. She was also in her customary Cal baseball cap with a ponytail through the back. A guy walking past us turned around to check out her ass and let out a wolf whistle, but Dawn just ignored him and asked me, “Did you forget that we have finals in two weeks?”

I shook my head. “Didn’t forget. Just don’t care.”

Dawn leered at me. “Does this have anything to do with what I heard coming out of your bedroom this morning?”

A shit-eating grin spread across my face. “Maybe...”

Dawn chuckled. “I seem to recall that both Adrienne and Paige were in there.”

“Yeah...”

Dawn arched an eyebrow at me. “Thought Adrienne couldn’t do that.”

I grinned, thinking back to the morning. While we WERE having a threesome, technically Adrienne wasn’t having sex with Paige. The petite redhead was in a “safe” time and she was riding my cock cowgirl-style while the statuesque blonde sat on my face, rubbing her fabulous tits and watching the smaller girl fucking herself on my pole.

But instead of letting me fire away into her unprotected womb, Paige pulled off me and Adrienne bent over to complete the sixty-nine, taking my load down her throat and tasting the redhead’s pussy juices at the same time.

“They don’t touch each other,” I informed Dawn with a smirk. And then it was my turn to leer at her. “And don’t think we couldn’t hear what was going on in your bedroom, either.”

My best friend blushed and then shrugged. “What can I say? We’re unwinding before finals.”

I arched my eyebrow. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten what happened the last time we wanted to unwind before finals.”

Dawn blushed even redder, remembering the blindfold orgy Dayna had orchestrated, at which Dawn had sucked me when she thought I couldn’t tell it was her. “Hey, we’re talking about you, not me. Seriously, I’ve noticed Adrienne’s been around a lot more lately.”

I nodded. “Maybe the initial honeymoon phase with Grace is wearing off.”

Dawn shook her head. “Not really. I still talk to her a bit myself. She’s crushing on Grace just as hard as always. Although maybe it’s wearing off for Grace. She’s the one who’s been asking for more space.”

“Really?”

Dawn nodded. “But don’t take it like you’re just Adrienne’s fallback. She’s also told me about how she realizes she was taking you for granted.”

I nodded. “That’s okay. I actually find that the ultimate level of trust and love, when she can take me for granted. It means she knows I love her unconditionally. It means our relationship has gone beyond ‘dating’ and into ... I dunno how to put it in words. Do you know what I mean? When she knows with absolute certainty that I’ll always be there for her?”

Dawn smiled and squeezed my hand. “I know exactly how that feels,” she said with quiet sincerity.

I chuckled and smiled, squeezing her hand back. “I’ll always be your Ben, Dawn.”

“I know.”

We just smiled at each other for a few moments while continuing along. Another guy passing started obviously checking Dawn out, but he looked at me and immediately looked away. Besides holding my hand for the simple pleasure of it, Dawn also liked having me around as a guy-deterrent. And right now I’m sure we looked like a couple completely in love.

As it was, Dawn just nodded and then mused, “On the other hand, I haven’t been seeing Paige around quite so much. Before last night, she actually spent a few nights in her own dorm room, right?”

I exhaled slowly. “Yeah ... well ... This whole drama with Adrienne? I think Paige looks at the way Adrienne and I are together, and she compares it to the way I am with her. Paige is starting to figure out that while I’ll always feel protective of her and care about her, I just don’t have romantic feelings for her.”

“You told her that way in the beginning, right?”

“Right. But now it’s starting to sink in. Her honeymoon phase is starting to fade away.” I sighed. “I don’t think this dating relationship will last through the summer. We’ll enjoy it for now, but she’s really been growing up and by next semester, I don’t think she’ll need me as a safety net anymore.”

“Sad about that?”

I shrugged. “It’s never fun when people start drifting. But it’s actually a good thing. I’ve had more time myself to spend with Adrienne. And for the first time in our relationship, I think we’re really going to work out.”

Dawn stopped in the middle of the path, turning to look at me. “You mean that, don’t you?” Her crystal blue eyes searched through mine, her expression inscrutable. And in one of our rare moments, I had no idea what was going through my best friend’s head.

So I just nodded. “Yeah. I do.” My heart fluttered with butterflies, the way the mere sight of Adrienne used to make me do whenever she showed up at my house on a Wednesday afternoon before dinner. I could imagine being with her for the rest of my life.

“I’m happy for you,” Dawn said, although just a little bit flatly. And then before I could respond, she let go of my hand, turned, and continued on toward the classroom.

I blinked a few times, not sure exactly what emotions I was feeling. But it was almost class time, so I hurried to catch up.

“You got everything?”

My cute redheaded girlfriend who smiled and nodded. “Should I expect something similar for our anniversary?”

I grinned, but in the back of my head, I wondered if Paige and I would ever get to an anniversary. It was only May, and next Valentine’s Day seemed a LONG ways away. Not that I let that on to her. I leaned in, hugging the petite girl to my chest. “Not similar. Different. Unique. Like you.”

“Good. I don’t think this stuff is my style, anyways. But I’m going to hold you to that next February.” Paige clutched me fiercely.

I chuckled and released her enough to bend down and softly kiss her forehead. Then I said warmly, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Paige nodded and then turned to leave my bedroom. I followed shortly after to find she was already sitting down on the couch, joining in on the conversation with Adrienne, Dawn, Gwen, and Robin. I felt like I hadn’t seen Ryan or Bert much all semester, but that’s what happens sometimes when the guys spent their weekends back home.

I simply walked up behind Adrienne and tapped her on the shoulder. “Let’s go.”

My girlfriend tilted her head straight over the couch’s backrest, looking at me upside-down with a confused expression. She immediately noticed that I was dressed to the nines in a sport coat and tie over my jeans. “Go? Where?” she asked with some alarm in her voice.

“C’mon already. We’re gonna be late.”

“Late for what?”

I grinned, which must have looked really weird from Adrienne’s inverted position. “You’ll see...”

Adrienne picked her head up and stared at the other girls, looking for some hints. Dawn, Gwen, and Robin looked thoroughly confused. Paige just covered her mouth with a stifled giggle. Adrienne then zoomed in on the petite redhead, boring her eyes into Paige as if she could somehow telepathically extract what the heck was going on.

“Let’s go already,” I tapped my foot impatiently.

“Ben...” Adrienne growled in warning. “Where are we going?”

I flashed a grin, perhaps with a little bit of Brooke’s evilness in it. I leaned forward, offered her my hand, and said, “Trust me.”

Oh, it was sooo delicious to say THAT to her every once in a while.

Adrienne just rolled her eyes in annoyance, but she got up off the couch and put her hand into mine. She smirked and shook her head, asking, “What’s the occasion?”

I shrugged. “You tell me.”

“Well,” Adrienne began. “It’s a Sunday. And Finals start tomorrow...” She glanced around at the other girls as if they could still help clue her in to what she was missing. “And if you’re dressed like that ... uh ... It’s not my birthday...”

I just grinned and started pulling her away from the living room.

We only got two feet before she came to a dead stop. “Ohmigod! Are you counting TODAY?”

I grinned. “Yep. I thought all girls had their anniversaries memorized?”

By now, Dawn, Gwen, and Robin were all leaning over the couches, watching us like a sitcom unfolding. Gwen was the first to bark, “It’s your anniversary and you didn’t know it, A.D.?”

“It’s not! Or ... well...”

I smiled. “What would YOU count as our anniversary?”

“But we’ve been together WAY longer than a year!”

“Have we?” I chuckled. “Where would you start? The day you first seduced me...” I arched an eyebrow. “The day we started being ‘nottogether’? Face it, this is it. A year ago today was Senior Prom.”

“Wow...” Adrienne broke into a wide grin. Her eyes drifted to the side as she flew back through her memories. I’m sure she was thinking of all the emotional drama over her desire for me and my relationship with Allie. Maybe she was even thinking of how guilty she’d felt abandoning her date, Kyle McGinley. The big lug had taken things in stride, but it had still made for an awkward conversation the following Monday.

But then Adrienne just nodded and reached forward to hug me. “Okay, okay ... I guess it is. Wow. I’ve never even MADE it to a one-year anniversary.”

I smiled and patted her back.

But just as Adrienne started to relax, she suddenly jerked away from me. “Oh, HELL. Ben, you’re NOT taking me someplace fancy, are you? I’m not dressed! My makeup’s a mess! Ohmigod. I’ll need at LEAST two hours and—”

“Hey, hey...” I soothed, holding her shoulders. “Trust me. Alright?”

“But Ben...” Adrienne pouted, furrowing her eyebrows. She trusted me. She loved me. But this was HARD. She was a girl who knew her beauty and the mere thought of going to some fancy restaurant for an anniversary dinner without being properly made up frightened the hell out of her.

“Trust me...” I repeated, willing all my love for her through my eyes.

“Okay...” she sighed.

I waved to our friends, crooked my elbow, and Adrienne steeled her spine and looped her arm through mine. Then we headed out.

Dinner was Panda Express. Adrienne had been so keyed up, worrying about not looking her best for a fancy restaurant that she just burst into a fit of giggles when I took her inside. I was the one out of place in the coat and tie, but this being Berkeley, I wasn’t looked at too oddly.

The food was nothing special. I knew that going in.

But I didn’t mind. We spent more time chatting than eating anyways. Although Adrienne DID comment, “You know that Chinese food makes me horny, but I’m not sure this’ll cut it.”

“Okay,” I mused. “I guess I’ll just have to spend more time on foreplay.”

Adrienne giggled at that.

After “dinner”, we went bowling, of all things. If Adrienne had looked at me like I was a nut for taking her to Panda Express for our anniversary, she was absolutely in disbelief that I was bringing her BOWLING. But to her credit, she readily rose to the challenge and even got two strikes during the round.

The entire time, we kept chatting, getting into philosophical discussions about whether heavier balls had an advantage at knocking down the pins and whether Adrienne should switch to the heaviest ball she could manage while I started lecturing her about physics calculations and force equaling mass times velocity, which led to Adrienne lecturing me about boring her with my lecture and resulting in the both of us laughing our heads off.

By the end, Adrienne sat back and commented, “That was fun. But it wasn’t exactly the sort of thing that puts a girl in the mood.”

I smiled right back. “This isn’t a first date and I’m not trying to ‘put you in the mood’. We’ve been together, officially, for a year now. Much, much longer if you think about our history. This isn’t about seduction. It’s about spending quality time together.”

Adrienne simply wrapped her arms around me and hugged me fiercely. “Yeah ... this has been REALLY fun. Why haven’t we done this more often?”

I shrugged. “Maybe now we will. We’ve got a lot of time in our future together.”

My adoring girlfriend rolled her eyes up to me, clear invitation in her eyes. And her slow-burn kiss was all the confirmation I needed that I’d done the right thing for this anniversary. But then it was time to head home. We DID have finals the next morning, after all. Well, I did. Due to a quirk in scheduling, Adrienne’s first final wasn’t until Tuesday. So I wasn’t too worried about keeping her out late tonight.

“I still can’t believe you pulled that shit on me,” Adrienne slapped my shoulder as soon as we came in through the front door. “Making me freak out about my clothes and makeup like that.” But there was no heat in her voice and the smirk on Adrienne’s lips betrayed how happy she really was.

I just grinned and rubbed my shoulder, feeling happy with the way the evening had gone so far. It hadn’t been very “romantic”, but that was all about to change. I led Adrienne to the door of our bedroom, pausing and taking her into my arms. Sensing the moment, she let me dip her backwards and share a passionate nuclear kiss.

I stood her up then, a wry smirk spreading across my face uncontrollably as I said. “Goodnight, Adrienne.” And then I stepped back.

She frowned and latched onto my hand, tugging me back to her. “’Goodnight’?” she queried in confusion.

I smiled, struggling not to laugh as I said, “I didn’t want to presume anything.”

I delivered the line horribly. We both knew I was completely bullshitting. Adrienne just growled at me. “We have finals tomorrow. Tonight is our anniversary. If you don’t fucking get into that bedroom and fucking DROWN me in orgasmic fluids until I pass out from pleasure, I’ll fucking cut your balls off and feed them to you in tiny little pieces in the morning. Got it?”

I grinned and opened the door. And then my jaw dropped.

Paige had outdone herself. While I’d told her what to do — and therefore had an idea of what to expect — I never thought the room could look THIS good.

Two dozen candles flickered all over the room, freshly lit. I’d given Paige a specific time to get all of our study partners out of the house and to have the room set, and it looked like she’d finished just in time. The desk and table lamps were the only other light sources in the room, bathing the place in a warm glow that was just right for romantic seduction, neither too bright nor too dark. And a veritable carpet of flower petals led the way from the door to the bed, finishing on the bed as well. None of them were rose petals. Adrienne thought roses were too cliché. And topping things off, in the center of the bed was a simply gorgeous bouquet of pastel lilies and tulips. This was the romance making up for the cheap dinner and bowling.

“Oh, wow...” Adrienne breathed, clearly impressed. And then she gasped as I scooped her up in my arms, carried her into the room, and kicked it shut behind me.

“I’ve only got one warning, Adrienne.”

My stunningly gorgeous girlfriend turned to me, golden fire in her hazel eyes. “What’s that?”

“I’m NOT stopping until you pass out from pleasure.”

“Oh, gawd ... oh, gawd ... oh, gawd...”

I grinned and bore down, willing myself to ignore the tiredness and make my tongue move even faster. So what if Adrienne had spent most of the semester in a new lesbian relationship with Grace? I was showing her that her man still knew how to eat her out better than anyone.

“No more ... Uncuff me, Ben ... uncuff me...” Adrienne groaned.

I popped my eyes up. For every time Adrienne and I had brought out the bondage toys, she had never asked me to release her. This was the very first. And weakly, she tilted her head down to look at me, her eyes drooping in sheer exhaustion as she whimpered, “Please ... make love to me one more time before I pass out...”

I smiled. Our lovemaking was never about restraint. Most times she was totally willing to surrender sexual control to me and let me drive her; and up until now, this night had been no different. I’d started by slowly stripping away Adrienne’s clothes, just casual clothes and typical underwear for a lazy Sunday. But I’d treated them like the finest raiment and most seductive lingerie, and I’d relished every square inch if bare skin I revealed along the way.

The blindfold went on first. Then the choker with leash. Finally, I’d handcuffed Adrienne to the bed and proceeded to fuck the absolute shit out of her. For some, “making love” is tender. For me and Adrienne, FUCKING is making love. I spanked her ass. I came on her tits. She sucked me hard so I could fuck her again. And then I pried open her jaw so I could fuck her face and spew my load straight into her throat. I pushed her to the limit, and she never feared for her safety because she had absolute faith that I would never push too far.

And then to warm up for round 3, I ate her out to SIX orgasms, pushing for lucky number seven when she pleaded for me to stop.

Yeah, she usually let me do the driving. But on a night like this, our Anniversary, she’d made one request and I wasn’t about to turn her down. So I climbed up my girlfriend’s sweaty, overheated body. And then I straddled her chest with my third erection lying in the valley of her cleavage while I reached over to undo her handcuffs. They were safety cuffs, designed to come loose if you thumbed the release just right, but apparently Adrienne was too tired to even manage that.

I watched her wriggle her arms, stretching them out while I slid back down her naked body. Her proud tits thrust up into the air, still shiny and wet from where I’d been suckling on them for the past hour. And I asked softly, “Where do you want it?”

“In my pussy,” she breathed. “I want to feel your warmth inside me.” She spread her legs to the side invitingly.

And so, lubricated by her many, many previous orgasms, I slid my throbbing cock in to the hilt. Internal it would be. After so much time in half-paranoia that I might accidentally knock up Paige, it certainly was a relief to know I could safely blast Adrienne’s womb full of sperm.

“Oooh ... Ben...” Adrienne crooned, summoning enough energy to wrap her arms around my shoulders as I held myself at full depth and did a slow hip rotation to carve out her inner walls. She then crossed her ankles around my ass and arched her back to feel me even deeper.

“Fuck me, Ben,” Adrienne said softly. The tone and cadence of her words said ‘I love you, Ben’ instead.

“Fuck me,” she repeated, making sure I understood her underlying meaning.

So I fucked her. And I loved her. And our entire history flashed before my eyes.

When we were 10-years-old, I was the new kid on the block and she just a pretty neighbor. In High School, she was the hottest and most popular girl in school, wielding her beauty like a blade and seducing me away from my girlfriends just because she could. But then lust became affection, affection became trust, and after another year, trust became love. And in College, she was my roommate, my lover, my partner in life.

Even after all the drama, we were still together like this. Even after all the headaches and mental anguish and even romances with other people, Adrienne and I still loved each other. Knowing all that gave me confidence that I was making the right decision.

We would make love this last time. I would give her every drop of cum in my body. And then I would give her the special present I’d been saving for this night, the present housed in a little velvet box.

Together, our bodies undulated on the bed.

Together, we moaned endearments of devotion and love.

And together, we came.

When my orgasm began, Adrienne’s arms had circled my head, trapping my cheek against the upper slopes of her bosom. My hands were on her ass, jerking her body towards me with every thrust while she squeezed with her legs to draw me close as well.

The next time my pelvis slammed into her buttcheeks, at the point of deepest penetration my cock spat out its first wad of cum. Adrienne gasped and tilted her head back as she felt it splatter against her inner walls. And then she had just enough time to breathe before gasping and tensing again as the second wad splashed beside the first.

“I’m cumming,” I grunted, even though she already knew. My own tone and cadence said, ‘I love you’. And over and again I repeated in my heart ‘I love you’, matching each successive ejaculation.

“Oh, Bennn...” Adrienne moaned deliriously as she came as well. Spasming with her own orgasm, her pussy milked me for every last drop of sperm. Her entire body quivered while my hips jerked and fired again. And she gasped while her pussy sucked my cum deeper and deeper into her womb.

And then I collapsed on top of her. Spent from my unrelenting thrusts, I dropped like a dead weight onto Adrienne’s body. My heart was pounding in my ears and I was dripping with sweat. But she simply accepted my weight and wrapped all four limbs tightly around me. My cheek was now on the pillow beside her, and Adrienne turned so that we were face-to-face, just an inch apart, warm and happy smiles on our faces.

“I love you, Ben,” she smiled radiantly. “Forever and always.”

I grinned. It was a phrase she’d said to me many times in recent memory, but it was also a perfect lead-in. “About that,” I smiled. And with my cock still inside her, slowly deflating, I reached across to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. My hand fished around for only a second before I found the velvet box, pulling it back with me as I settled onto my elbows above her chest.

Adrienne caught sight of the box and gasped in shock.

“Before you get your hopes up,” I cautioned. “This isn’t what it looks like.” I tilted open the hinged box to reveal a thin gold band topped with a small diamond, centered amidst a gold leaf flower with diamond accents. It was very pretty, but it wasn’t a big solitaire rock or anything and only cost a few hundred dollars. Adrienne certainly had finer jewelry than this; but nothing like it from me.

Engagement ring or not, Adrienne’s eyes went REALLY wide.

“This is just a promise,” I said softly. “A promise to always be there for you. A promise to always love you and never judge, no matter what. A promise that you will — forever and always — be one of the most incredibly important things in my life. I love you, Adrienne.”

“Oh, my gawd...” Adrienne just gasped and blinked rapidly as I reached out to her right hand. Still blinking, she let me take it and slide the band around her fourth finger, gently pushing it past each knuckle until it was firmly seated. And only then did I slide my half-hard cock out of her and settle next to her side.

Adrienne cradled her hand as if it were precious, staring in shock and awe at the delicate little piece of jewelry adorning her finger. I slid my arms around her and spooned myself behind her, delicately kissing her neck.

And then feeling happier than I ever had in my entire life, I closed my eyes and went to sleep, breathing in the sweet scent of my lover’s skin pressed against my face.

Adrienne was still dead asleep when I got up to get ready for my morning final. Since she had the day off, I decided to let her catch up on rest. After all, I HAD exhausted her last night. And she only mumbled slightly when I kissed her cheek before leaving the room.

I hadn’t proposed, but I felt like I’d just gotten engaged. You know how in the movies the guy looks so TOTALLY relieved and happy when his girl accepts a marriage proposal? That’s how I felt. I was floating on air and nothing could bring me down.

My first final took me down a notch. I wasn’t sad or upset or anything, but after three grueling hours, I wasn’t floating anymore. Still, I was quite pleased and that’s when I met up with Dawn before our afternoon final. She obviously noticed my happy demeanor.

“You’re looking good. Ace your final?” My beautiful best friend smiled from the next bar stool beside me.

I shook my head, still grinning goofily.

“Ah.” Dawn nodded in realization. “Something to do with your little anniversary date with Adrienne?”

I nodded. “I gave her a promise ring last night.”

Dawn nearly choked on her soda. “Excuse me?”

I laughed, patting her back to help with the choking. “A promise ring. Remember those?”

It took a few seconds for Dawn to regain her composure. When she did, she took a deep breath and gave me an even deeper look. “Are you sure Adrienne’s that kind of girl?”

“I’m sure she’s my kind of girl.”

“But a promise ring is pretty serious, Ben. You’re still nineteen.”

I shrugged. “Relax. It’s not like we got engaged or anything. But with Adrienne dating Grace and me dating Paige at the same time, it seemed the perfect opportunity to remind Adrienne just how special she is to me. We’ve been through a lot.”

Dawn looked skeptical. “I know. But a promise ring? Adrienne? Seriously?”

I gave her a wry smile. “What? Jealous?”

“No!” Dawn said very quickly. And absent-mindedly she started rubbing her right wrist. “Of course not. I’m happy for you.”

I grinned. “Good. And don’t feel threatened, Dawn.” I slapped her back encouragingly. “You know I’ll always be your Ben.”

“Forever,” Dawn sighed, looking away from me and furrowing her eyebrows.

I just shook my head. Dawn was my past and even most of my present. We’d grown up together and I would always have a love for her. But Dawn had made her choice and I mine. Adrienne was my future. And now that Adrienne was wearing my ring, I felt like nothing could stop us from being happy forever.

I was wrong.

I knew something was amiss the moment I walked in the door. First of all, Grace was sitting with Adrienne on my bed, and both girls were fully clothed. More to the point, neither of them had sex on their mind, both girls with somber expressions on their faces. Adrienne wouldn’t look me in the eye, and Grace squeezed her girlfriend’s hand reassuringly, patting her forearm as well.

But what made my knees wobble was when I looked to Adrienne’s right hand, where my promise ring was no longer around her fourth finger.

“Adrienne...” I began slowly, my mouth suddenly dry.

“I can’t do this, Ben,” she said softly. Staring more or less at my feet, she raised up her right hand, showing me the promise ring pinched between her thumb and index finger. “I’m sorry. But I can’t do this.”

My backpack hit the floor with a heavy thud, loud enough that Dawn, coming out of her own bedroom, came over and showed up in my doorway to investigate. She took one look at the scene and gasped.

Only now did Adrienne pick her head up, her red-rimmed eyes showing that she’d been crying an

MONDAY, MAY 19, 2003, FRESHMAN YEAR

“I can’t do this.”

Such a simple phrase, four little words that individually are so common and mundane as to be irrelevant. But strung together, with the weight of Adrienne’s emotions behind them, the phrase managed to wrap around my heart, squeeze until it simply collapsed, and left me a crushed and vacant shell of the man I used to be.

What does ‘I can’t do this’ even mean? Did Adrienne mean ‘I can’t deal with these weighty emotions right now because it’s finals but we’ll talk about it at the end of the week’? Did she mean ‘I love you but I’m not ready to take that next committed step in our relationship but I still want to be your casual girlfriend’?

Or did she mean ‘The relationship is over; I’m dumping your overbearing ass and never talking to you again’?

I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure. And all I really knew was that I HURT inside. I hurt so much that I didn’t even know how badly I hurt. It was as if my emotions — shocked so suddenly and so abruptly — merely shut down in self-defense. I felt cold and detached and ... nothing else.

Well, my kneecaps hurt. Kneeling on hardwood will do that to you. So I rocked back into a full squat, rubbing my knees before standing upright. Only then did I look around the room and notice that Dawn was still standing in the doorway, one hand covering her mouth in abject shock herself. She blinked several times as I simply started walking toward her.

At first, she removed her hand from her mouth to reach out to me, but I ignored her motion and simply walked past her and out into the hallway. I didn’t need comforting right now. Robots don’t need comforting. Robots can’t feel. I simply wanted to verify that Adrienne was well and truly gone.

She was. The hallway was empty. The front door was closed.

But I wasn’t alone. Dawn still stood right behind me. And crowding the entryway between the hallway and the living room were Paige, Ryan, Bert, and Robin. The four of them had been studying for finals, but now looked back at me with surprised expressions on their faces. Clearly, they’d seen a sobbing Adrienne hurry out the door with Grace holding her. And as one, the four of them studied me as if an explanation would come tumbling out of my lips.

None was forthcoming. Robots don’t need to explain unless a direct question is asked of them. I simply nodded to myself in confirmation that Adrienne was gone, and then I turned back to my bedroom. Going into a catatonic shut-down right now seemed like a very good idea.

But just as I was turning about, Gwen stepped out of the bathroom and came to a dead stop, startled to find six people staring at her. Her mouth opened slightly and she quickly glanced around at all six of us, silently standing around the hallway. “Uh, what’s going on?”

To this day, I’m not entirely sure why I did what I did next. I search back through my memory and wonder what processes of logic led me to that particular course of action, and I come up empty. Perhaps my brain had already shut off and I moved entirely on instinct. I simply reacted according to my nature.

And I am a sexual creature.

Without warning, I reached out and grabbed Gwen’s arm, yanking her abruptly through my bedroom doorway and slamming the door shut before Dawn could even react. I’d flipped the lock and propelled the dirty-blonde babe over to my bed before she even realized what was happening to her, and had Gwen seated at the edge of the mattress by the time the urgent banging on the door began.

“Ben!” Dawn called, alarm in her voice. The sound of the doorknob being twisted soon followed.

“Ben! What’s going on?” Paige’s voice plaintively joined her.

“Ben, what’s going on?” Gwen repeated, a note of fear creeping into her voice. I can only imagine what was going through her mind at that point. My face was impassive, my expression cold. But then she had no more time to react as I simply tackled her flat on her back across my bed and shoved my tongue into her mouth.

“MMPH!” Gwen grunted in surprise and at first, her lips fought to resist me. But then as my hands raced across her body, I felt her mouth go slack and accept my tongue while lightning bolts of pleasure shot through her. And her grunt turned into a soft, aroused moan. “Mmm...”

I was completely on autopilot. Completely absent of rational thought, I didn’t bother to contemplate what I was doing or why I was doing it. I simply MOVED. My fingertips ran up the naked skin of her sides, pulling the hem of her polo shirt up her torso and out of the way. The sensations tickled her gently and caused her to spasm momentarily and tighten up her muscles. And while she was still in this tense state, my right hand slipped beneath her bra and pinched HARD onto her left nipple, the more sensitive one, causing her to squeak in pain and surprise.

While she was still squeaking, I bore down even harder with my mouth, forcefully pressing my lips into hers and shoving her head deeper into the mattress. Without words, I told her that she was mine. I owned her body. And she would submit beneath me. My right hand gripped her boob and pinched the nipple again while my left hand slid back down to her hips and deftly undid the clasp of her jeans. Once the jeans went slack around her waist, I slipped my hand beneath the band of her panties and slid my palm around her hip to cup her right asscheek. And then I mounted her body and ground the bulge in my own jeans against her crotch, crushing her beneath me while I once again imposed my will over hers with my mouth.

I’d only ever been with Gwen the one time, that Thanksgiving weekend when I gave Dawn to Ryan. But that was all the experience I needed. Her user manual was pretty simple, and I had all the procedures committed to memory. And after running my right thumb along the crease beneath her left breast and rubbing my left index finger through the valley of her butt-cleavage, I had her right where I wanted her as I slid off her body to lie beside the trembling girl.

Gwen let her head fall back as I moved my weight off her, gasping for oxygen and struggling to focus. Her mind was racing from the incredibly passionate kiss I’d just finished planting on her and even though I was no longer physically smothering her, my right hand was still stimulating her body. But she managed one tiny moment of clarity. “Ben!” she gasped. “What’s going on?”

I didn’t bother to answer. I was already shifting myself into a better position as my left hand came out from palming her ass, sliding around inside her panties until I once again was in front, my fingers rustling through her trimmed pubic hairs. All the little touches and caresses up until this point had been solely to stoke her arousal and get her just barely wet enough for what I wanted to do next. And without further ado, I plunged my middle finger between her slightly damp labia.

“Oh, SHIT!” Gwen threw her head back, her eyes popping WIDE open. Her dirty blonde hair had been growing out ever since I first met her, now practically a mane of elegantly done curls and waves that haloed around her head, longer than pretty much any other girl I knew. The mess of dark and blonde mixed together gave her a wild look. And her light brown eyes, accented by her dark mascara and heavy eyeshadow, made her look even wilder.

I nibbled on her neck, groped her tit, and plunged my finger in and out of her rapidly moistening pussy. Gwen panted and moaned in obvious heat despite being unceremoniously yanked into my bedroom just minutes before. My right hand was now racing across her body, unsnapping her bra and shoving both it and her shirt above her perky tits. I also tugged down at her jeans and thong panties, giving my left hand more room to maneuver. And then I abruptly pulled myself away from her neckline as I used both hands to jerk her bottoms off her legs in a single, smooth motion.

“Ben!” Gwen picked her head up as she found herself completely naked below her shoulders. A measure of clarity had returned once I no longer had a finger wriggling inside her pussy. And she held her hands up to me in a ‘wait, wait’ gesture. “Ben we can’t do this! I’m a slut! Not a cheater!”

The word “cheater” was the first thing that stirred my brain from its self-imposed slumber. She was right. Gwen had a boyfriend now: Rick Rusedski. He was a nice enough guy. A little frat boy for my taste, but he was still Gwen’s boyfriend. And I had his girlfriend naked before me.

Maybe I should have stopped then. But while my brain had awoken, it was not yet in control of my body. I simply stared at the pretty girl, seeing the indecision on her face as I crawled between her legs and gripped her thighs in my hands. All year, Gwen had been begging me for an encore to what she termed “the greatest sexual experience of her life”. Now, she was about to get it.

So I left the decision up to her. “You wanna stop? Just say ‘stop’,” I said gruffly. Then I pulled apart her thighs and ducked my head a little lower. Exhaling straight onto her pussy, I waited to the count of three.

One...

Two...

Three...

She didn’t say ‘stop’. So I stuck out my tongue and swiped it along Gwen’s slit from base to clit. She shuddered, shivered, and moaned.

And then I fucked the shit out of her.

“Unnnghhh...” Gwen groaned, her eyebrows furrowing. She lay on her side, right cheek pressed into the mattress, an obvious dark spot of wetness radiating out from her mouth where she’d been drooling for the past ten minutes. Her dirty-blonde hair was still a mess, her sweaty bangs now sticking to her forehead. Her eyes were pinched shut and she whimpered constantly while I continued sawing in and out of her sopping wet pussy.

I was currently straddling Gwen’s right leg as I fucked her. Her left knee was bent back to her own belly, propping her on her side while I drilled myself in and out of her body. Her light skin was flush with heat and moisture, now slightly pink. Her asscheeks were even redder from where I’d been repeatedly spanking her. Save for the blonde’s whimpering, the only sound in the room was that of her twice cum-filled pussy squishing audibly with my every stroke.

And I was about to fill her for a third time.

She’d already gone limp. Gwen was completely exhausted, having endured more orgasms than I could count. There was no tenderness to our fucking. I simply drove her up and over the proverbial wall again and again without mercy or consideration. I didn’t make her cum to make her happy. I made her cum for the visceral self-satisfaction of making the poor girl go so far beyond her limits. I’d made her pass out once before, that first fuck a year and a half ago. I could have done it again an hour ago. But some dark, twisted part of me enjoyed stringing her along, keeping her on the brink of unconsciousness at the razor’s edge between pleasure and oblivion.

But now as I felt my third ejaculation building up inside me, I decided to get it over with. I hadn’t taken my cock completely out of her cunt even once for this entire session, squirting her full of jism twice and continuing to rut inside her until I got hard again. But even in my cold, robotic mode, I was tiring.

So my left hand moved away from her swaying breast and down to her pussy. I grazed my fingertips lightly over her already abused clit, tickling the protruding love button so that the sensations would be impossible to ignore.

Even exhausted, Gwen twitched and wriggled as she felt the direct stimulation, her whimpering turning back into desperate moans. “Please...” she groaned, not finishing the sentence. What did she mean? ‘Please make me cum’, perhaps? She might even be pleading, ‘Please just make it all stop; I can’t handle any more’.

I was about to do both, anyways. I teased her clit until her breathing shortened into staccato, gasping bursts. Gwen hyperventilated as the overwhelming sensations flooded her mind; and I watched her neck contorting as mixed pain and pleasure wracked her body. For over and hour and a half straight, I’d manipulated her body like a marionette, making her cum when and how I wanted. And now I would finally finish her off.

Her gasps sped up until she couldn’t possibly breathe any faster, and just as I sensed her reaching her zenith, I clamped my left hand over her mouth and nostrils, suffocating her briefly. At the same time, I rammed my cock in and out of her cunt at a rapid pace while popping my right index finger into her clenched asshole. And deprived of oxygen and overstimulated by the pain and my finger up her butt, Gwen exploded. Her whole body jerked, her spine bending as she arched backwards. With my hand still covering her nose and mouth, I used her body as leverage to lunge my cock to maximum depth inside her cunt. And then I held her there, smothered beneath my heavy weight, unable to move or breathe while the orgasm literally sent her into a seizure.

After about fifteen seconds of this, her eyes rolled up into her head as she passed out. Gwen’s body curled up and went totally limp; and I dropped my hands away, planting my palms on the mattress to support myself while I felt my dickhead expand and begin spitting out my third batch of semen into her now-unconscious body. She was utterly motionless, except for her still clenching and spasming cunt, now so overloaded with both her own and my orgasmic fluids that her pussy muscles started squirting juices out of our joining to soak both her and my thighs.

When I was done, and only when I was done, I finally rolled off her and flat onto my back, panting heavily with my own exertion. I left Gwen a puddle of orgasmic goo beside me, curled in a fetal position and comatose with her still twitching pussy squirting out more and more mingled spunk.

And then I surrendered to unconsciousness myself.

I woke up with my eyes still closed, but somehow I knew exactly where I was and who I was with.

I was buck naked in my room, lying flat on my back on my own bed. My head was currently in the warm lap of a beautiful girl. And she was tenderly stroking my hair back from my forehead and along my scalp.

I stiffened slightly as I came awake, and her soothing hand stroked deeper and more firmly, calming me. I realized that I was cocooned beneath my blankets, which covered my nudity and kept me warm. And still with my eyes closed, I exhaled slowly before asking, “What time is it, Dawn?”

My best friend’s sweet voice answered, “Almost nine. PM. You’ve been asleep for more than two hours.”

Slowly, I cracked my eyelids open and blinked as Dawn’s pretty face came into focus. She had changed and showered since I last saw her, now wearing a baggy T-shirt with no bra and her hair held back in a simple ponytail, more functional than stylish. And her crystal blue eyes looked down on me with nothing but love, warmth, and understanding.

Recognizing these emotions, I realized that my brain was once again active and in control of my body. And with that activity came the memories of Adrienne walking out, as well as of what I’d done to Gwen. Not “with” Gwen. “To” Gwen.

“Where’s Gwen?” I asked, my tongue still feeling a little thick.

Dawn’s eyebrows rose, but she nodded. “She woke up about twenty minutes ago and let us in. Bert and Robin took her back to the dorms.”

I nodded and exhaled slowly. Then wincing, I stared my friend in her eyes and asked, “Does she hate me?”

Dawn arched an eyebrow at my question. She thought about it for a moment before answering. “Well ... she’s confused. She’s exhausted. Bert practically had to carry her out the door. But no, I don’t think she hates you.”

I exhaled in relief and closed my eyes. “Okay...”

“Why’d you do it?” Dawn asked softly.

Slowly, I cracked my eyes opened again. “What? Fuck her?”

Dawn nodded.

I shook my head, both hearing and feeling the friction of my hair in her lap. “I don’t know. It’s all kind of a haze.” And then I sighed before zeroing in on my last really clear memory. It was that of Adrienne walking away. I flashed my gaze up to Dawn’s eyes again and asked hesitantly. “Did ... did Adrienne come back?”

I saw the answer in Dawn’s eyes. She looked so sad and sympathetic for me that I felt my heart cracking anew. My lips quivered and I felt like breaking down into tears again. She was gone. My girlfriend ... my love ... was gone. She’d walked away from me. And somehow I knew this wasn’t just a simple fight where everything would be fine in the morning. My relationship with Adrienne — at least the boyfriend/girlfriend relationship — was over.

Just as I started whimpering on the path to full-blown sobbing, Dawn held both my cheeks and stared down at me. “Hey!”

It was sudden enough that my attempt at sobbing like a little baby was stopped before I really got started. I opened my eyes and looked at her in confusion.

“You want something to eat?” Dawn asked flippantly. “We ordered pizza and there’re plenty of leftovers.”

I winced and then shook my head. Food was not interesting to me right now. But her little shock worked; while still sad, I didn’t feel like crying anymore.

Dawn nodded in understanding and went back to stroking my forehead. I sighed and closed my eyes again, wanting to just melt into her lap and make the world go away. But a male voice cleared his throat. “Ahem.”

I opened my eyes and looked over. Ryan was standing in the open doorway, one arm leaning against the frame. He too, was dressed to stay in tonight. Most of the time he went home, but this looked like a night when he was sleeping over in Dawn’s room. “You coming back out?”

Dawn glanced down at me, clearly torn. I reached up and grabbed her hand, holding it tightly. “Don’t leave me,” I pleaded. “Not right now.”

Dawn sighed and glanced back up at her boyfriend. I kept my gaze on her face as she softened her eyes and told him, “Not right now. Okay?”

Ryan exhaled, a slight note of frustration in the sound. He understood that I was hurting, and it wasn’t like Dawn and I were getting naked behind a locked door. But the guy would forever wonder if when push came to shove, whether his girlfriend would choose him or me. Still, he walked away. And Dawn went back to stroking my hair.

I never did get up to go get something to eat.

And Dawn never went back to her bedroom.

TUESDAY, MAY 20, 2003, FRESHMAN YEAR

The clock read 7:05am when my eyes fluttered open. I didn’t need to move to see the digital readout; it was in my line of sight just past Dawn’s right ear. My arms instinctively tightened as the tingling sensation of awareness spread throughout my body, and I realized that not only was my morning wood pressed into Dawn’s panty-clad asscrack, but I was also cupping a very round, very firm breast with only a thin cotton layer between my hand and her bare skin.

Reflexively, my hand squeezed the boob and Dawn moaned lightly. My mind was a blank slate. I’d been so exhausted that I slept deeply and soundly throughout the night, a dreamless sleep that was entirely about recovery. I didn’t know where I was or why. But I knew I was holding Dawn — my Dawn — in my arms and nothing else mattered.

I continued rubbing Dawn’s breast until I heard the barely noticeable change in her breathing. I stopped rubbing just then, but Dawn began taking longer and deeper breaths, and presently she began turning her head towards me. And as the morning light shone down brilliantly on her angelic face, my stunningly beautiful soulmate lit up in a wide smile and said happily, “Mmm ... morning, Ben!”

“Hi...” I smiled happily and squeezed her a little tighter, my hand idly rubbing her breast as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I dipped my face toward hers, puckering my lips as she closed her eyes and moved in to meet me.

And then awareness seemed to hit the both of us at the same time. My eyes popped open and I jerked my hand away. Dawn’s eyes popped open and she backed away from me.

“Oh, Dawn, Dawn. I’m so sorry,” I muttered. I realized I was still buck naked beneath the blankets, my erection rubbing against her butt, that part of her asscheek uncovered by her thong panties.

“No, no. It’s okay. Not your fault,” she flustered and checked her shirt to tug it down around her waist while rolling her ass away from my cock.

“It is. It is. I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s nobody’s fault,” Dawn sighed. And after futzing around with her clothes for another few seconds, my best friend nervously looked over at me as she sat up in bed, the blankets falling down around her lap.

Just then, Brandi appeared at the open doorway, a steaming mug of coffee in her hands. “Figures.” My older sister smirked. “One amazingly gorgeous blonde breaks up with you, so you drag another pretty blonde into your bedroom and fuck her brains out. And then you spend the night cuddling with a third hot blonde.”

Dawn blushed and looked down before slipping out of the bed. “I’d better go do damage control with Ryan.”

I sat up, keeping the blankets covering my lap while wrapping my arms around my legs. I nodded to my best friend. “I’m sorry about all this.”

“No, don’t be.” Dawn shook her head. “I was right where I needed to be — where I wanted to be — last night.”

I managed a smile, despite the melancholic thoughts of Adrienne that were coming back into mind. “Thanks, Dawn. Really.”

My best friend smiled and nodded. Then she headed out of the room.

Once Dawn was gone, I leaned back against the headboard and sighed. Brandi took the opportunity to enter into the room, close the door behind her, and slide onto the bed beside me, coffee mug and all. She sat on top of the covers. “How are you holding up?”

“What? With Adrienne?” I asked with my eyes still closed and my head tilted back.

Brandi nodded. Well, I think she nodded. In any case, I answered. “I dunno. I don’t think it’s sunk in yet. I don’t feel ... anything ... really.”

“Well, you’ve been keeping yourself pretty distracted since then.” Brandi chuckled.

I shrugged. “How do I look like I’m holding up?”

“Honestly?” Brandi smiled and I cracked my eyes open in time to see the typical family eyebrow arch. “You look just fine. If Matt had walked out on me in the middle of Finals Week, I’d be a sobbing mess on the floor.”

“You missed it. That was me last night.”

“Wasn’t for long from what Dawn told me. She said you picked yourself up, walked straight out the door, and then grabbed Gwen to fuck the poor girl’s brains out.”

I winced and sighed. “Yeah. I’m still not exactly sure how that all happened. I was kind of mentally checked out at the time.”

“Checked out?” Brandi snorted. “If that’s how you fuck when you’re mentally checked out, I need to find a way to put you in that state the next time I need some stress relief. Gwen sounded like she was being murdered in here ... in a very good way. Dayna and I couldn’t study worth a damn upstairs so we came down to join the party camped out in the living room to listen.”

I winced. “You guys were camped out in the living room?”

My sister nodded, a smirk on her face. But then her expression changed. “Uh, Paige wasn’t too happy about it though.”

My shoulders sagged. I’d forgotten for the moment about my other girlfriend. “She pissed at me?”

“Jealous more like it. She declared more than once, and I quote, that it was supposed to be HER job to be the sacrificial lamb at your altar of lustful vengeance.”

I smirked at the biblical undertones in the phrasing. Then, unexpectedly, the weight of Adrienne’s leaving suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks and I promptly keeled over onto my side, grimacing in obvious pain as the desire to bawl like a newborn baby overwhelmed me.

“Eep!” Brandi shrieked as I toppled toward her, just barely managing not to spill her coffee.

I was on my side in a fetal position now, my eyes wide open and staring blankly at nothing. “She’s really gone, isn’t she?”

“I don’t know,” Brandi replied honestly. “I wasn’t there.”

“She’s gone,” I stated. “I know it. I mean, she’s coming back here, obviously. All her stuff is here. But the relationship is over.”

“You don’t know that. Couples have fights and misunderstandings all the time,” Brandi said reassuringly. “I’ve seen you and Adrienne together, Ben. You two LOVE each other. That girl absolutely worships the ground you walk on and she would like nothing better than to be in your orbit for the rest of her life. She NEEDS you in her life.”

I sighed. I heard the ring of truth in what Brandi was saying, but as I stopped and thought about it, I finally realized what Adrienne had meant when she said ‘I can’t do this’. Yeah, Adrienne wanted me to be in her life, but I’d pushed her beyond what she could handle right now. The signs were all there before, but I’d ignored them and just plowed ahead with my own vision of the future. I’d promised I would never push her too far, and then I went ahead and did it anyways. And taking a deep breath, I winced and started rocking slightly on the bed, trembling as the weight of my great mistake came crashing over me.

“Ben, what is it?” My sister put her hand on my shoulder to try and calm me.

“I scared her away,” I whimpered.

“Scared her? How?”

I went dead still, eyes staring blankly at the abyss before me. And I quietly answered, “I asked her to be my wife.”

Brandi got me to explain what I meant about asking Adrienne to be my wife. I told her about all my talk of settling down and getting married and raising a family. Meanwhile, Adrienne waffled on whether she ever wanted to get married and told me how she had no intention of ever having kids. I told Brandi about Adrienne questioning her sexuality and how she’d always been more attracted to girls than guys. And I told her about the promise ring. True, I hadn’t actually asked Adrienne to marry me right then and there, but I HAD more or less asked her to start down that path with me.

With all of Adrienne’s commitment issues, the gold band sliding around her finger must have felt like a prison chain.

Brandi summed it up. “Adrienne doesn’t want to settle down with you, Ben. That girl adores you, but she’s not the settling down type. Not right now at least. She’s too ... well... unsettled.”

I sighed. I knew it. Dawn had known it last night, but since the whole thing hadn’t blown up in my face yet, she hadn’t said anything at the time. And even afterwards, Dawn was too good to me to ever say ‘I told you so’.

But now Brandi was blunt enough for the both of them. “You’re such a moron, Ben. How did you not know? When has Adrienne ever given you a signal that she wanted to settle down with you?”

“She told me she’d love me forever and always,” I ventured plaintively.

“I’ll love you forever and always. That doesn’t mean I want to settle down with you.” Brandi rolled her eyes. “She was your girlfriend. She enjoyed being your girlfriend. But it wasn’t supposed to last forever.”

“Why not?” I whimpered. I clung desperately to the fantasy of being happily ever after with Adrienne. “She promised ‘forever’.”

Brandi sighed. “Wake up, kiddo. You’re eighteen. You’re a freshman in college. What the hell do you know about ‘forever’? And haven’t you been paying attention to the way your girlfriend IS, not the way you might wish her to be?”

I just winced and ducked my head while my big sister went and pointed out all the little things Adrienne did to show me that she didn’t want that kind of permanent commitment. I just kept my eyes closed and absorbed each verbal insight like they were body blows to my mid-section.

In the end, I was exhausted. I was hungry. And my head was spinning. What if I hadn’t given Adrienne the ring? What if I’d been less needy and let her explore her relationship with Grace more freely? Was it all a waste of time anyways if Adrienne didn’t want the same things as me in the future? Was I just blind and rushing things since we’d only really been “together” for a year?

All of these things raced through my mind, so fast and so hard that I couldn’t think straight and my skull was starting to throb. And once again, I felt myself slipping away into catatonia, staring blankly as I contemplated the nature of my existence.

“Ben?” Brandi asked after a while, realizing that I was no longer responsive. My brain had become such a mess that I just ignored her and kept on thinking and thinking and thinking.

“Ben?” she asked again, this time waving her hand in front of my eyes. Still I ignored her.

But Brandi wasn’t about to passively let me retreat into my own little world. My sister huffed once in annoyance and then reached forward, physically rolling me and rolling me until I went right off the end of the bed, coming out naked from underneath the blankets and falling onto the floor in a messy heap.

“Oww!” I only woke up when I realized how much it hurt to fall without cushioning yourself.

“You’ve got a final in an hour, Ben,” Brandi glared at me. “Man up and focus.”

“I can’t...” I groaned, holding my head and feeling pain both from my Adrienne-torment AND from physically landing on the stupid lump of meat. “My mind is going around a million miles an hour. I don’t even know WHICH final I have.”

Brandi sighed and arched her eyebrow, staring at my pathetic body. I was kneeling on the floor, slumped over the edge of the bed grimacing in pain. It wasn’t that landing on the floor really hurt me; it was my agony over how I’d messed things up with Adrienne. Then without another word, my sister got up and headed for the door.

I put my head face-down into the mattress. Now even Brandi was leaving me.

[click]

Furrowing my eyebrows, I turned my head. Brandi had locked the door and returned to me, reaching down to grab underneath my armpits and help hoist me onto the bed. I was still buck naked and she turned me around, immediately taking my cock in hand. And she began to stroke me.

“Brandi! Wha—?” I hissed. The house was NOT very well soundproofed and on this weekday, the likelihood of someone who wasn’t supposed to know just how close my sister and I were might very well be outside. Hell, I was pretty sure Ryan was still in the house somewhere.

Brandi reached forward with her off-hand and put a finger to my lips, telling me to keep still and keep quiet while she glanced at the door. And with that finger still on my lips to silence me, my older sister ducked her head down and gently took my not-quite hard dick into her mouth.

My brain instantly quieted down. It’s hard to think about other things when a warm, wet mouth is surrounding your cock and doing its level best to give you as much pleasure as humanly possible. I let my head fall back across the bed as I surrendered to the bliss. And Brandi’s mouth descended further down around me, humming and sucking and licking the big vein running underneath my growing shaft.

“Ohhh ... Brandi...” I groaned softly; I dared not get any louder. Then I moved my hands to her head, guiding her up and down motions. “So good, Brandi. You’re so good, sis. Suck me. Suck me.”

It was so wrong. It was so naughty...

... It was in her mouth. Brandi had brought both hands into play, jacking me firmly while her mouth danced around the head. And mid-stroke I popped off, sending the first spurt of spunk onto my sister’s tongue which she swallowed eagerly.

“Ohhh ... Brandi...” I groaned again, feeling my head clearing with the ejaculation. I’m a sexual creature. It’s how I work. And Brandi kept milking me. With one hand, she coaxed out every drop of cum, jacking up with every blast to maximize the load that splattered against the back of her mouth. And after the first three of four bursts, she started hoovering me in desperate search for more ... and more ... and more ... until there was nothing left to give.

Smacking her lips, Brandi picked her head up and sighed with deep satisfaction. I saw her left hand was still holding my deflating prick, but she brought her right hand up from her own panties, coated in her own slimy fluids. And daintily, my sister licked her own fingers clean.

“I’ve got your sperm in my belly, little brother...” Brandi sighed, her eyes sizzling. “Isn’t that so... wrong...”

I groaned and winced. “So wrong...”

“And yet,” my older sister smiled. “So right.”

I just nodded, thinking of absolutely nothing but blissful pleasure.

“Now,” she said sternly, her big sister voice coming back to her. “Get dressed. Get something to eat. And go do your final today. Got it?”

I nodded and gave my sister a look of heartfelt love and warmth. “Thank you.”

After the head-clearing ejaculation, I managed to keep thoughts of Adrienne at bay long enough to take my final. But as the three-hour exam wore on, the harder I tried to keep her out of my mind the more she crept into it. I didn’t completely bomb the test, but I knew I could have done better.

At least this time, I had a plan. Tuesdays, Adrienne and Grace usually met up with Misty and Kim at their usual café. I usually met up with them as well, and this was one appointment I intended to keep.

I found the four girls sitting together at a booth, already halfway through their meals. I marched in, grabbed an extra chair, and plopped myself down at the end of the table to face four absolutely shocked faces.

Clearly, none of them were expecting me to just show up.

“Hi, Adrienne,” I said off-hand, but with a slight menace in my voice. “We need to talk.”

“There’s nothing to say, Ben,” Adrienne said quietly and looked away. I noticed Grace glaring at me on the other side of Adrienne, holding her girlfriend’s hand even tighter. On the opposite side of the table, Misty and Kim were merely evaluating me curiously.

“There’s a lot to say,” I started, consciously softening my voice. I wasn’t here to threaten her. “And it starts with me apologizing for pushing you too far too fast.”

“It’s not that simple,” Adrienne shook her head.

“Then explain it to me,” I pleaded. “Neither of us have a final this afternoon. Let’s go somewhere and talk.”

“Not now, Ben.”

“Then when?”

“Please don’t push me more, Ben.” Adrienne was on the verge of tears.

I sighed and physically backed away. I hadn’t realized I’d been leaning forward, looming over her. “The last thing I want to do is push you, Adrienne.”

“Then don’t.” For the first time, she raised her eyes to mine. “Just let it be.”

I felt like we’d had this conversation before, back when Adrienne just wanted to be “nottogether”. I exhaled slowly, looking down before stating, “You HAVE to come home eventually. All your stuff is in our room.”

She blinked and took a deep breath. “Of course. But not right now.” Adrienne’s hands suddenly shot out to mine, grabbing the tops of them and holding on firmly. “Please, Ben. Just give me until the end of finals. This is what I need to do to focus on my exams. I can’t try to work out the details of our relationship and study at the same time, alright? But come Friday, we’ll talk. I promise. I’ll be home when you get back from your last final. Please ... can you wait for me?”

I sighed, slowly turning my hands over so that I could meet Adrienne palm to palm. But she pulled her hands away from mine before I could grab her. For a few seconds, I just stared at my empty hands, feeling absolutely and completely heartbroken. I wanted answers. I wanted resolution. Maybe Adrienne could suppress her feelings and keep them locked away long enough to finish her finals, but I wasn’t sure I could do the same.

But I would. I would have to. For her. I still loved her. And she hadn’t officially come out and said we were broken up ... yet.

“Okay,” I sighed. “I’ll wait for you. Friday. I’ll leave you alone until then.”

“Thank you, Ben,” Adrienne said softly. And then she stood. Grace stood up with her, and with only a head nod to their friends, the pair of them walked out of the café.

I left my elbows on the table and raised my palms up just in time to meet my face as I hunched over, fighting the urge to start crying anew. How the hell was I going to last three more days without some sort of closure?

“You never should have let her date Grace,” Misty remarked.

I peeked my eyes out, a confused expression on my face.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Misty continued. “Grace is my roommate and my friend. I like to see her happy. But you were playing with fire when you agreed to let your girlfriend regularly date someone else, another girl or not.”

I sighed. “That wasn’t the problem.”

“Oh? Adrienne’s practically LIVED in our room for the past few months,” Misty went on. “It’d bother me if I wasn’t spending all MY time at my boyfriend’s.”

I shrugged. “The time away wasn’t our problem. Nor was the sharing. Adrienne and I had a very unique relationship.”

“I’ll say...” Kim mused.

I arched an eyebrow at the pretty Japanese-American girl, but she just blushed and shook her head. “So if it wasn’t the time apart, what broke you guys up?” she went on to ask. “Grace and Adrienne didn’t tell us the details.”

I sighed and said it again, still not quite believing it. “I gave her a promise ring.”

“Ohhh...” Both girls nodded in understanding. And then Misty added, “Uh, didn’t you KNOW Adrienne didn’t want to settle down?”

Jeez, did EVERYONE know but me? I buried my face in my palms again, moaning in agony.

Kim just reached over and patted my back. “Apparently he didn’t.”

Since I didn’t have a Tuesday afternoon final, I wandered around the campus for about an hour, just walking to nowhere and letting my mind spin and spin and spin. Like a piece of debris adrift on the ocean currents, I simply went wherever fate took me.

A part of me hoped fate would take me in front of a bus.

But no bus came, and none would come unless I got myself off the middle of campus and over to one of the streets. Even then, I didn’t trust myself not to ignore Adrienne’s Friday edict and run to find her, to plead with her to take me back. So I just kept walking.

Eventually, I just got so exhausted that I had no choice but to head home before I collapsed on some random sidewalk.

When I got home, I found that the room I’d shared with Adrienne all year had changed quite a bit in my absence. Books were gone, clothes, and most of Adrienne’s makeup kit. I nearly sank to the floor when I realized that she’d come home at last, only to leave again before I returned.

Dawn appeared in the doorway behind me. “She and Grace came to pick up her stuff. Adrienne said she’d be back on Friday to pack up.”

Without turning to face my best friend, I simply nodded. She walked up and put her hand on my shoulder, clearly asking without words if I wanted some company. I reached up and patted her hand, then stepped forward into the room. Dawn took the hint and left me alone, closing the door behind me.

And then I did what I always did in situations like this. I made sure all the curtains were shut, plunging the room into semi-darkness. Then I moved to the bed and sat down, simmering under my own personal dark cloud, determined to radiate ‘get-the-fuck-away-from-me’ signals to anyone who dared intrude on my melancholy.

Paige didn’t get the memo.

I’d been sitting there in the dark for about an hour when the door opened again. Half of me expected to see Brooke standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a towel. And for a brief moment I thought I did see my little sister.

But then the face coalesced into Paige’s elfin features, the hair a shade of auburn instead of a deep, dark brown. And this girl didn’t bother approaching me slowly or waving her hands in front of my unblinking eyes. The little redheaded hurricane more or less tackled me and pushed and shoved until I was flat on my back and she was sitting astride my chest. “What the FUCK is wrong with you?”

This was not my day for contemplation. First Brandi rolled me off the freakin’ bed; and now this. Maybe I should have stayed out on the sidewalks.

“I’m supposed to be your girlfriend, remember?” Paige whined plaintively. “You’re supposed to TALK to me when something’s bothering you. And if you don’t want to TALK, I’M the one you’re supposed to bend over and fuck until you get it out of your system. Got it?”

I just blinked rapidly, still a little in shock by the petite girl sitting on my chest and glaring at me from inches away.

“So what’s it gonna be?” Paige narrowed her eyes at me. “Talk or fuck?”

A surge of annoyance and pain raced through my veins. I rolled my eyes and then suddenly gripped Paige’s arms almost too tightly in my hands. And then I sat up and violently flipped us over, lifting up the petite girl’s light weight before slamming her down onto her back.

“Goody!” my pixie giggled breathlessly. “I was hoping you’d pick ‘fuck’. Goddamn I got so horny listening to you last night!”

I didn’t answer coherently. I just growled and ripped her schoolgirl blouse open.

“Holy fuck! Holy shit! Mary, Mother of God, FUCK!” Paige squealed as she felt my cock unexpectedly burrowing up her asshole.

She was still wearing her entire schoolgirl outfit, minus the panties. Those I’d ripped to shreds in my urgency to get them off her; and the pieces were jagged rags on the floor somewhere. The back of her plaid skirt was folded up and tucked into her waistband to keep it out of the way, baring the young girl’s creamy white ass. I’d been pounding her doggy-style. And at the last moment before my climax, I’d pulled out, jizzed straight onto her winking anus, and then used my own cum to push through Paige’s now-lubricated sphincter to embed myself inside her anal chute.

The last two or three little pulses of cum squirted out of me and into my little girlfriend’s rectum. Moaning and groaning, I pumped two or three more times, feeding Paige’s tight asshole the full length of my cock as the last sensations of physical ecstasy passed through me. And then as the last of my energy drained away, I collapsed flat on her back, sending us both sprawling on top of the mattress.

Still working to please me, Paige clenched her anal muscles around me to revive my cock. But even her tight ass couldn’t put raw energy back into my body and in the end I simply flopped over in exhaustion.

I couldn’t go on. But even though the sex was over, Paige wasn’t done trying to make me happy. She fetched some baby wipes and cleaned us both up before falling back into my arms. Showering my face with perky little kisses, she looked on me with motherly concern and asked me to tell her about how I felt. And then I finally told my other girlfriend the story of what went on with my first girlfriend.

It didn’t take very long. After all, I’d already gotten the weight off my chest talking with Brandi. But there was still a lot of pain in my voice as I rehashed all my mistakes.

Too wrapped up in my narrative, I never noticed Paige’s mood darkening as I told her my story. Over the course of a few minutes, she went from lovingly concerned to nervously worried. “You were really that serious about Adrienne? You wanted to settle down and get married and have kids and all that?” Paige asked quietly.

I sighed and nodded. “Someday. Even now, I want to find her and plead with her to take me back.” It wasn’t a secret. After all, I’d been talking with Dawn and Brandi about the same thing.

But then neither of those girls was my other girlfriend. And Paige sounded hurt as she asked, “You were never that serious about ME, were you?”

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked down at the pretty girl, who’d rolled her own dark blue eyes up to meet my gaze. “Uh...”

“I love you, Ben. You know that, right?” There was no doubting the emotion in Paige’s voice. “I really, really am in love with you.”

I nodded, stroking her hair.

She took a deep breath and then quietly asked, “But you don’t love me, do you?”

I glanced down at her. “Paige, we’ve been through this. I care about you. You know I do.”

“But you don’t love me like you do Adrienne.”

I blinked. “Were you expecting me to?”

Paige sighed, pouting. “Well ... I hoped ... Maybe ... Y’know, it’s been a few months now. We’ve been spending a lot of time together and I thought ... y’know ... feelings would ... develop...”

I sighed. “Paige, I will always care about you. But I told you I didn’t have those feelings. That’s why I said way back in the beginning that we shouldn’t be together; because it wouldn’t be fair to you.”

“I thought I could change your mind,” Paige whimpered pitifully.

I didn’t answer right away. I just kept stroking her hair. And then taking a slow, deep breath, I exhaled and said, “I’m sorry, Red.”

My petite little girlfriend snuggled closer in to me, burying her face against my chest. She whimpered a few more times, grabbing at my chest and then gripping my arm before turning her face up to look at me. There was no mistaking the sorrow in her deep blue eyes. “Adrienne leaving you doesn’t change things, does it?”

“What do you mean?”

Paige blinked rapidly. “I was hoping that with her gone, you’d have more for me. I was hoping that if she wasn’t taking up your time, your attention ... your love ... then you could give me more.”

“Oh, Paige...” I sighed, stroking her hair again. “It doesn’t work that way.”

“Why not?” Paige pouted.

I sighed. “You’ll learn ... little one.” I brushed her bangs back from her forehead. “Feelings just don’t work like that.”

The pretty girl then scrunched her face up, looking angry and upset. “’Feelings don’t work like that’?” she hissed.

“Paige...” I began.

“’Feelings don’t WORK like that’?” she repeated in a clearly annoyed voice.

“Paige...” I pleaded.

“Nuh-uh,” she cut me off. Quickly, the half-dressed girl pushed herself upright and wrapped the sheets around her body to cover herself, as if she was suddenly ashamed to let me see her nakedness. And then she tugged down her bra and shirt, fixing the schoolgirl outfit we’d shoved to the sides in our lovemaking, before darting off the bed to find what remained of her panties.

“Paige...”

“Forget it, Ben,” she spat at me.

“Paige, please.”

“No! I think I’ve wasted enough time on you, don’t you think?” Her voice was a world of hurt. “I gave you everything! I gave you my virginity! And you can’t even muster up enough of yourself to love me?”

“I do love you!”

“Like a little sister, right, you incestuous bastard? Not the way I want! Not the way I need! But I’m just not good enough for you, am I? Not good enough to be a girlfriend you actually LOVE! Noooo, only Adrienne — with her big tits and gorgeous face and perfect body — was good enough for you!”

“I can’t help the way I feel,” I pleaded. “I care about you. You KNOW I do.”

“Goodbye, Ben.”

“Paige—”

“NO.” Paige’s voice was deeper and more intense than I’d ever heard it before. “I hate you. We’re done. Now you have ZERO girlfriends left.” With that, the angry redhead stomped over to the door and flung it open. And without a backwards glance she stormed out the front door as well.

Ah, hell.

I was sitting up in bed by now, rubbing my forehead vigorously as if I could physically yank out all the bad emotions and fucked up situations from my brain. I felt a surge of adrenaline pushing through me, setting my limbs on fire as the frustration built inside me. Why was this happening? Did Paige really just dump me a day after Adrienne walked out on me? How did my life get sooo fucked up?

The longer I rubbed my forehead, the more my forehead began to hurt from the skin getting friction burn. FUCK! Why the FUCK was this happening? I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t handle it. It was all just TOO FUCKING MUCH.

Adrienne doesn’t want to BE with me anymore. She loves me but she can’t be tied down. And FUCK! My fucking GIRLFRIEND turned out to be a LESBIAN. She fucking picked GRACE over ME! FUCK! I stopped rubbing my forehead and switched to clenching the sheets in my hands, squeezing tighter and tighter as if I could compress the fabric into diamonds.

And Paige! I never wanted to START a fucking relationship with her. I always cared about her, but I KNEW I didn’t have those kind of feelings for her. I’d TOLD her as much. But NO ... SHE said ‘I’ll take whatever I can get’. SHE said she’d accept however much I could give her, and wouldn’t expect any more from me. But NO. She DID expect more. She DID want more. And when I couldn’t give it to her, SHE fucking dumped ME! How fucked up is THAT? Why the FUCK was this HAPPENING?

ARRRGHHH!!!

A quiet knock sounded off by the open door. I jerked my head up, my hands gripping at my own forearms while I did my best to give myself an Indian Burn. And I saw Gwen standing in the doorway, her mane of dirty blonde hair hanging beautifully over her shoulders, her dark eyeshadow and mascara making her look dangerously alluring.

“Hi, Ben,” Gwen said rather nervously. “We need to talk.”

Talk?

Or Fuck?

Mechanically, I got off the bed and strode directly for her. Her eyes went wide as she looked down at my naked body, since I hadn’t re-dressed after fucking Paige. And her eyes went even wider as she realized I had an erection.

Gwen only had time to squeak before I roughly grabbed the back of her neck with my left hand and gripped a breast with my right. I spun her into my bedroom, mashing my lips against hers and kicking the door shut at the same time. My tongue darted into her mouth as I bent her backwards and my right hand slid beneath the waistband of her jeans and into her panties, where a finger wormed its way inside her rapidly moistening pussy.

When we got to my bed, I dropped Gwen flat on her back where the dirty blonde babe simply gasped and looked at me with abject fear in her eyes. And as I climbed onto the bed to loom on all fours above her supine body, all she could whimper was, “Oh, God. Not again!”

I didn’t give Gwen the option of saying ‘no’ or saying ‘stop’ this time; I just used her. And I didn’t bother keeping her at the razor’s edge of unconsciousness for a protracted amount of time before sending her over. This time, I just fucked her brains out.

Fifteen minutes after she showed up in my doorway, Gwen was a limp puddle of orgasmic goo. She was unconscious and lying on her right shoulder, the right arm extended straight out and the left arm flung behind her head. Her ass was flat on the bed with her legs spread to the sides and bent like a dead frog’s. And her still spasming pussy was leaking creamy white semen, creating a wet spot that slowly crept outward as the sheets absorbed our mingled sexual fluids.

I, on the other hand, sat up at the edge of the mattress, my heels perched on the bed frame while I held my head in my hands.

A knock sounded at the door and I called, “Who is it?”

My best friend replied. “It’s Dawn.”

I sighed and hung my head down while replying, “Come in.”

Dawn didn’t care that I was still buck naked. I think my thigh blocked the view of my genitals anyways. But her sharp eyes did lock in on Gwen’s lifeless body. She arched an eyebrow at me and stated, “You did it again.”

I sighed and said, “Paige dumped me,” as if that would explain everything.

“Ah.” Dawn popped both eyebrows, nodding in understanding. Then she held up a silver Samsung cell phone. “Well, I just wanted to tell Gwen that her boyfriend called. But I guess he’ll have to wait for her to wake up.”

I grimaced and put my forehead in my palm again.

Dawn just turned to leave. “Dinner will be ready soon,” she said, and then she pulled the door shut behind her.

I got myself dressed and located my books. Once again, a powerful ejaculation had cleared my brain enough to let me focus on my upcoming finals. Gwen stirred awake a minute later and I paused to help her get back into her clothing. Neither of us spoke about what we’d just done.

When we emerged, everyone in the living room turned to look at us. Afternoon finals were over and our regular guests had returned to the house. Dawn and Ryan sat together on one couch. Bert was at the other end of the same couch, with Robin sitting on the floor at his feet, hunched over the coffee table. And it wasn’t just my crew, either. Dayna was sitting with Kevin Weiss on the opposite couch. Kerri Trainor, Monique St. Claire, and Matt Kanemura were sitting at the dining table. Tracy McMillan and Julie Carpenter were in the kitchen with Brandi.

“Sounded like fun.” Kerri was the first one to speak, dropping her elbow onto the table, resting her chin in her palm while she smiled dreamily in my direction, her green eyes simmering.

“Oui, oui,” Monique chimed in. “When’s my turn?”

Gwen blushed beet red and looked ready to bolt. But Robin quickly got up and went to her friend. Together, the two of them fled into Dawn’s bedroom.

I frowned, feeling bad for Gwen. And I glared at Kerri. “Nice,” I grumped.

Dayna snorted and rolled her eyes at me. “Your fault.”

I sighed and just waved my book. “Can I just study? Please? Or do I have to go back into my room?”

“Back to your room,” Kerri remarked, nibbling on one end of her pen while grinning at me. “But can I come with you?”

Brandi came to the rescue. My sister popped through the kitchen doorway and said, “Tease him later, girls. Let’s eat.”

I did have a girl in my bedroom that evening, but not for sex. Not this time, at least. After dinner, Gwen and I went back into my bedroom, and fully clothed I sat down on the bed while she sat on the daybed. “Ben, this time we really need to talk.”

I nodded. “I’m sorry about before. Well, I’m sorry about yesterday, too. I...” I sighed. “I’m not really sure where my head is at right now. You managed to catch me at two really bad times.”

Gwen nodded. “Dawn told me about Adrienne and Paige. I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “Doesn’t excuse what I did.”

Gwen exhaled slowly, bending her head down. She blinked rapidly before picking her head up and giving me an intense look. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it, though. I’d begun to wonder if I over-hyped that one time we fucked way back when. I spent all year thinking about those orgasms, Ben, imagining up situations where I could feel them again. I can’t help it, you’re ... you’re a machine.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“The way you just... TOOK me...” Gwen shivered visibly. “I tingle just thinking about it again.”

I bit my lower lip nervously, not sure where this conversation was going. Gwen just leaned back with her hands planted on the mattress behind her. She’d turned her head away, the mass of waves and dirty-blonde tresses spilling over her shoulder. And her eyes were unfocused as she lost herself to memory. And a little smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

The absolute LAST thing I needed right now was another girl getting attached to me when I didn’t have strong feelings for her. “Gwen...” I began slowly. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. What I did... to you ... was impulsive. I, uh, it...” I sighed. “It was just about sex. Nothing more.”

Gwen turned her face back to me and smirked. She gave me a funny, but amused look. “Don’t worry; I’m not falling in love with you or anything. You’re a fantastic lover, Ben. But I don’t have the slightest romantic intentions toward you.”

I exhaled and smiled in relief. But Gwen turned and put her face in her palm. “Still, you’ve ruined me, Ben.”

“What?”

She shook her head. “I can’t go back to Rick, now. He just can’t measure up. Not after you destroyed me two nights in a row.”

“Gwen, I’m sorry. I—”

“Don’t worry about it,” Gwen waved. “I wanted it. I already knew I’d let you fuck me if you ever wanted to, Rick or not. You’re off the hook.”

“No, I’m not. You’re in a relationship and I just—”

“I was breaking up with him anyways,” Gwen interrupted me and shook her head. “I’m not good with long-term relationships and six months has been long enough. I don’t love him. It was fun while it lasted, but we’re in a rut and I’m not interested enough to fight for it. I was already thinking of new horizons, and what you and I did just clinched it.” She shivered and looked right at me. “And I would fuck you again in a heartbeat. Or should I say, I’d let you fuck me.”

I winced in worry. Even if Gwen wasn’t falling in love with me, I wasn’t looking for any sort of regular expectations, either. “Uh, well, those were two very unique situations. I, uh, I don’t really know how I would feel about—”

“What?” she cut me off, smiling at me wryly. “I’m not fuckable unless you’re all emotionally messed up?”

“It’s not that. We got to being friends and—”

“ReLAX,” Gwen held her hand up. “This is really why I thought we needed to talk. Look, I know that if you hadn’t been seriously messed up from Adrienne, and then Paige, you never would have slept with me. It’s cool.”

I arched an eyebrow in surprise.

“We’ll never be more than friends, Ben. And personally, I don’t think we’ll ever even be close friends. We just don’t mesh like that.”

I shrugged. Made sense.

“So I’m willing to accept things for what they were. You were distraught, you needed a fuck, and I was there. It’s good enough for me.” A sly smile crossed Gwen’s face.

My eyebrow arched again.

“And if you ever need me again?” Gwen’s smile turned into a predatory grin as she sat up straight and leaned forward, thrusting her cleavage forward. And her voice dropped to a seductive purr. “Don’t tell me. Don’t even say a word. Just... take me...”

My eyes popped open.

Her grin turned into a smirk. “But, uh, next time? Maybe not with twenty people outside in the living room. I’m a total slut for you, but exhibition’s not really my thing.”

And with that, Gwen got up off the daybed. She crossed over to me, leaning forward and taking hold of my head while I just stared in amazement into her light brown eyes, piercingly bright amidst the heavy eyeliner. She turned her head and planted a fierce kiss on me, delving her tongue around the inside of my mouth

But almost as fast as she started, Gwen pulled back and then almost tenderly kissed my cheek. “See ya around, stud.” She smiled again, flashing a row of pearly white teeth. And then she left.

My life was getting crazier and crazier.

WEDNESDAY, MAY 21, 2003, FRESHMAN YEAR

I’d gone to sleep early last night. Dealing with thoughts of Adrienne, my morning final, and Paige dumping me had exhausted me. Gwen’s reaction to my, ah, “taking” of her (twice) had been a momentary bright spot. But my pathetic attempts at studying for a Wednesday final wiped me out the rest of the way.

For the first time in a long time, I’d slept completely alone.

I didn’t sleep very well.

There was no warm body to snuggle up to. No firm breast to cup in my palm. No tight ass to grind my erection into. And several times in the middle of the night I awoke to find myself dry humping the mattress while face down and drooling. It wasn’t pretty.

I missed Adrienne. I missed her terribly. I loved her. I was IN love with her. And I wanted her back. I missed the smell of her hair as I spooned up behind her. I missed the warmth and feel of her body nestled in my arms. I missed the feeling of absolute contentment knowing that she loved me always and forever the way I loved her.

Only she didn’t anymore...

So I slept fitfully, tossing and turning and waking and zonking out repeatedly every so often. I’d never set my alarm. I wouldn’t have needed to. I woke up every half-hour as it was. And so I was a semi-conscious zombie when the door opened up and a blonde head poked inside.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Dayna beamed at me as she entered in and closed the door behind her. The blonde bombshell was clad in a long pajama shirt that dropped like a cliff off her prodigious bosoms and fell down to mid-thigh. She happily moved to my bed and slid herself beneath the covers, scooting alongside and then pushing me over while she moved herself into the warm spot. “How’d you sleep?”

I winced. “Not well.” I still felt bone-tired, every muscle in my body tense and yet weak at the same time. And my head still hurt. Thoughts of Adrienne and Paige had been fluttering through my brain for the past few hours, preventing me from sleeping soundly. And yet I wasn’t awake to really process the random thoughts, either.

“Aww, you look terrible.” The beautiful babe frowned at me.

Thick-headed, I frowned at her and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Getting you ready for your final,” Dayna giggled. She scooted right up next to my body, pressing her tits against me while her hand snaked down my side, over my hip, and began rubbing over the bulge in my shorts. “Brandi said you’d probably need a good flushing in order to focus.”

“Huh?”

I’d already been hard with morning wood. Dayna rubbed me lightly from outside before sliding her hand into my shorts and wrapping her fingers around my shaft. She hummed playfully as she began stroking my length, and then turned her crystal blue eyes up to my gaze. “Clear the pipes; clear the mind,” she intoned before giggling again. And then she physically rolled me onto my back, pulled the covers away, and yanked my shorts down to my knees.

“Just relax, Ben.” Dayna flashed me a brilliant smile as she moved her face over my erection, her hot breath tickling my sensitive cockhead. “I’ll want a good fucking before we’re done. But for now, let me do all the work.”

I opened my bedroom door and came to a dead stop in surprise. After the quickie with Dayna upon waking, my Wednesday had been fairly normal. I took my morning final. I met up with Dawn, Gwen, Robin, and Bert for lunch. And then I returned home to attempt studying without dwelling on the dual losses of Adrienne and Paige.

In that, I failed. It seemed that unless I was in the middle of a final that demanded all of my focus, or preoccupied by sexual pleasure with a beautiful girl, my thoughts constantly strayed to my romantic failures. I wondered how Adrienne was doing with her own finals and dealing with her own emotional demons after breaking up with me. Once again, I even briefly contemplated tracking her down before her Friday deadline to try and talk her into taking me back. I thought of Paige, and how she had deserved more from me. Maybe I couldn’t fake those kinds of feelings for her, but I could have treated her better. And perhaps selfishly, I hoped that either Brandi or Dayna was waiting for me in my bedroom to once again clear my head with blissful orgasms.

I hoped; but I wasn’t expecting. So it was still a surprise to find a hot girl in my bed. And I was even more surprised by who it was.

“Venez à moi, mon ami...” Monique purred, crooking a finger at me. The statuesque French babe reclined back against my pillows, clad in an eye-popping set of lingerie. Her curly bottle-blonde hair fell to her shoulders over a strapless red bustier that did much to lift and present her massive double-D tits for my viewing pleasure. Red garters and stockings covered her long legs, ending in fuck-me red heels. Humming, she slid two fingers into the matching lace panties, which were transparent enough to let me see the dark pubic hairs of her trimmed bush.

“Uh, Monique?” I arched an eyebrow in question while my eyeballs ogled her body. While the French babe had a completely different facial structure from Adrienne, her 5’10” height and stacked body were just similar enough to remind me of my lost lover. “What are you doing here?”

“Zhat should be obvious, no?” the older girl replied sweetly in her cute accent. She sat up and knelt on top of the mattress, hunching forward to push her cleavage out. “I have just finished a weary exam and I feel very stressed. You are very stressed. We can find ways to relax each other, I think.”

“Monique...” I began slowly, thinking that there had to be some reason why we weren’t supposed to do this. But all I could come up with was, “Does Brandi know you’re here?”

The beautiful, busty babe nodded. “Your sister and Dayna lifted zee ban on you.” I swore her accent was even thicker than usual. “You are now free game; I just got here before zee others.”

My eyebrows shot up at the notion that my two older roommates had previously declared me off-limits, but had now given their friends permission to seduce me. “Really?”

Monique nodded. “Besides, I think you know that we are already lovers. I wasn’t trying to hide my identity during Dayna’s party last semester. And after you fucked me so well zhen, I knew you would be exzactly what I need right now. We’re exzactly what we need right now. Nothing serious. Just some fun. Okay?”

I stepped to the bed, sighing with some relief. Fucking Monique wouldn’t make my problems with Adrienne or Paige go away; but it would keep me from having to dwell on them for a little while. And it would keep me from going crazy and running away to find Adrienne. So I started removing my shirt while Monique crawled forward, her hands going to my jeans.

“How much time do we have?” I asked, my eyebrows raised.

Monique grinned. “Until dinnertime. Zhen Tracy wants to spend the night.”

I sat up at the edge of the mattress, my heels perched on the bed frame while I held my head in my hands. Monique’s body had been a lush wonderland of pleasure, and she certainly knew how to use it. But just like the one and only time we’d previously fucked, she went dead limp beneath me, her head turning to the side and her eyes dropping closed.

So I’d pulled out of her and then covered her with the blanket, leaving the gorgeous French babe to sleep off her orgasm while I stared at the ceiling. Fucking her had been quite pleasantly diverting and my own ejaculation had done a satisfactory job of clearing my head. But after a while with no conscious girl to continue distracting me, thoughts of my broken relationships crept back into my head. And as the pressure built and built in my mind, I found that I just HAD to sit up and hold my head.

It was actually a relief when the knock sounded at the door. I called out, “Who is it?”

“It’s Dawn.”

Feeling an odd sense of déjà vu, I furrowed my eyebrows and said, “Come in.”

Dawn still didn’t care that I was still buck naked. But her sharp eyes went to Monique’s lifeless body. My best friend arched an eyebrow at me and stated, “What’s this with girls passing out on you?”

I shrugged. “Don’t ask me.”

Dawn arched her eyebrow and then turned to leave. “Dinner will be ready soon,” she said. And just before she pulled the door shut behind her, she raised her eyebrows and said, “Just a warning: Paige is here.”

For a few seconds, I contemplated just dressing and walking out to talk to Paige. I was half-afraid of seeing her and half-afraid she would leave before I had a chance to talk to her. But the chivalrous part of me didn’t want to just abandon my lover, even if she was only temporary.

So I bent down and gently stirred Monique awake. She’d curled onto her side and as her eyes fluttered open, she instinctively tugged the blanket up to cover her big, naked breasts. “Hmm? Ben?” she asked in a daze.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “It’s almost dinnertime.”

“Oh, right.” Monique blinked as she remembered what we’d been doing earlier. She exhaled and remarked, “I’ve only passed out three times from sex. Two of them were with you.”

I smirked and stroked her cheek before she sat up, now unconcerned with her nudity as she hunted around for her clothes. I also got dressed and in the end, the statuesque beauty pulled me to her for a quick French kiss. “Mmm ... If you’re not too busy next year, we will have to do this again. I will find out if you can do that to me three times out of three. And besides, Dayna always bragged about how good it felt when you fucked her ass. I certainly am going to want to try that at least once.”

I smiled and patted her cheek. And then we exited the bedroom.

As now expected, the combined crews of both Dayna’s and Brandi’s friends, as well as mine and Dawn’s, were scattered around the living room. Dinner was salad and home-cooked spaghetti, both easily made in large vats for big groups.

Tracy McMillan, seated at the dining table, winked at me as I entered into the room. Only then did I remember Monique informing me that the graduating Senior had wanted to spend the night. But almost as soon as she winked, Tracy blushed and darted her eyes over to the petite redhead who was sitting with Dawn and Gwen on the couch.

Paige herself turned to look at me. Her cool blue eyes darted behind me to Monique, who still looked rather disheveled and in fact was heading over to the bathroom to fix herself up. And then my redheaded ex-girlfriend returned her gaze to me.

Not yet sure whether I was supposed to sit down and talk privately with Paige or just go about my business as if everything was normal, I first went into the kitchen to get myself some food. I came out with my plate and after a little non-verbal communication with Dawn, I did as I was told and went to the dining table to sit between Tracy and Brandi. I then spent the next half-hour chatting somewhat awkwardly with the people around the table while wolfing down my food. Fucking takes a lot of energy — at least the way I do it — and I definitely needed to recharge my batteries.

But after I bussed my plate, I returned back into the living room to find Paige heading for my bedroom. Just as she got to the doorway leaving the living room, the petite girl turned and gave me a pointed look, and I obediently went to follow her.

I found Paige sitting cross-legged on my bed. Her hair was in a functional ponytail, nothing cute or sexy, just efficient. She was wearing jeans and a casual top, an outfit I’d come to understand as non-sexual from the often flirtatious little pixie. As the academic year had progressed, she’d been wearing the Catholic schoolgirl outfits less and less, only bringing them out for the times she deliberately wanted to titillate me into bringing her home and fucking her senseless.

This, therefore, was not one of those times. Paige was in “adult-mode”, or at least as adult as a 5’2” 19-year-old-girl could be. And I cautiously went to sit on the daybed across from her. “Hey,” I ventured, just trying to break the ice.

“Hey.” Paige took a deep breath. As hard as it was to believe, she’d only dumped me yesterday afternoon, little more than 24 hours ago. Only a day before that, Adrienne had walked away from me. And the day before that was Adrienne’s and my ill-fated one-year anniversary. Not even four days were done yet, and it already felt like the longest week of my life.

“I’m sorry, Paige,” I began softly. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was apologizing for right now, but it seemed like the right thing to do.

Paige shook her head. “No, I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I knew how you felt about me. More to the point, I knew how you didn’t feel about me. And I needed to come back and apologize to you.”

I arched an eyebrow. After Paige’s tantrum yesterday, I wasn’t expecting a grown-up reaction from her so soon. “Really?”

She nodded. “I still want to be your friend, Ben.”

I was still surprised by her maturity. She’d been a sheltered, young girl who’d rather recklessly been throwing herself at me for the entire year. Thoughtfulness and maturity were not qualities I was expecting from her. “So you don’t hate me?”

Paige chuckled. “I could never hate you, Ben. I feel hurt that you don’t love me the way I want, but that’s my own fault. I never should have pressured you into a relationship.”

I sighed. “Then why did you?”

She smiled wanly. “A girl could have hopes, right? It all seemed so perfect: You were my rescuing White Knight. You’re the man who took my virginity. Wouldn’t it be great if you came to me for comfort after Adrienne left, and we fell in love and moved in together and got married and had a family and...” She sighed. “I think I blinded myself with thoughts of Happily Ever After. Isn’t that what happens in all the Disney movies?”

“Life is never that simple,” I groaned, shaking my head. “And if anyone knows ‘complicated’, it’s me.”

“I know. Life just seemed so much simpler in High School,” Paige sighed. And for a few moments, we both sat there, staring away and contemplating that last sentence. My life in High School had felt pretty damn complicated. Was College going to be even worse?

But I couldn’t ponder the future for very long; I still had too many things on my plate in the present. And wanting to get some closure on one of them, I moved beside Paige on the bed and reached out to hold her hand. “So what now, Red? What do you want from me?”

The cute girl looked almost bashfully up at me, squeezing my hand as she asked, “Can ... Do you think we can still be friends?”

“Of course.” I smiled warmly, reassuringly. “But are you sure that’s all you want?”

Paige sighed. “It’s definitely not all I want. I’m still in love with you. You’re my hero.”

I winced but Paige squeezed my hand tighter and moved her other hand on top of it. “But I know that’s not how you feel about me,” she said to our enjoined hands. “Not now at least.”

I tightened up at that last bit, and Paige looked up at me, grimacing. “I shouldn’t have said that second part.”

I shrugged. Was Paige just going to pretend to be my friend and secretly work to make me fall in love with her? I wouldn’t put it past her. After all, she’d managed to be pretty infatuated with me for the past year as it was.

“Really, I mean it: just friends,” Paige exhaled. “I need to learn to move on. I’m ... I’m not exactly used to this. I don’t have much experience with break-ups. Actually, I don’t have any experience with break-ups. I never had a boyfriend before. But I do know that I still like being with you and being around our, uh, ‘crew’, as you put it. Maybe it’s not right for us to be boyfriend/girlfriend, but I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Now she looked like a scared little girl. She’d never been in this situation before, and even if she had the maturity to recognize that she shouldn’t have pressured me into dating her, that didn’t mean she had the experience to deal with the fallout. So it was up to me to reassure her.

“That’s okay, Red,” I patted her hand. “We’ll make it work. We’re too good friends, and we’ve been too close, to let this get between us, right?”

She brightened for the first time. “Right.”

We looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments, recognizing the deep affection we had for one another. I DID love her, maybe not romantically, but it was still there. And after taking a few deep breaths, Paige managed to smile. So I leaned in and tenderly kissed her on the cheek.

She moaned softly and turned her nose into my cheek, inhaling my scent. And I heard a trace of her old lust in that moan. Tensing up, I slowly pulled back.

Paige was staring at me with those big, dark blue eyes, biting her lip nervously. She quivered slightly and sighed, “You still make me horny. I’m going to have to learn to deal with that.”

The image of my pixie bent over in her Catholic schoolgirl uniform came to me, her skirt flipped up to reveal a perfect, perky little ass. I breathed with fresh arousal and murmured, “Well you know me and the girls in this house. People don’t have to be in romantic relationships to have a little fun sometimes.”

Paige’s eyes brightened and she giggled. “Oh, yeah.” For a second, it looked like she was about to jump me.

But I held my hand up. “We shouldn’t just yet. You need to take some time to figure out your feelings for me, Red.”

Paige whimpered, but she exhaled and backed off, nodding. “You’re right. You’re right.” But then her eyes twinkled. “But there’s always next year.”

Getting some closure with Paige quieted the turmoil in my mind. Yeah, there was still lingering sexual tension between me and my petite, redheaded pixie, but that had been there from the beginning. And so I found myself able to get in some good quality studying...

... but not that much. I only had one more final left, and it was to be on Friday afternoon. That meant I had a free day tomorrow and besides, there was a beautiful and athletic girl who wanted to screw me silly all night long.

As a graduating Senior, Tracy McMillan had completed her last final this afternoon. The sandy blonde-haired babe had wasted little time distracting me away from my books and tempting me into my bedroom with little regard for the crowd of friends who were just outside in the living room.

“So Dayna told me you didn’t sleep very well last night,” Tracy hummed, her lips scant millimeters away from mine. I could feel the heat of her minty breath on my face.

I shook my head, playing along. “I’m not used to sleeping alone.” I mock-frowned as if deeply troubled by this fact.

“Aww, poor baby.” The well-built workout junkie ran her hands against my chest and started pushing me back toward my own bed. “Would you like me to keep you company tonight?”

I smiled. “But how will I ever keep you entertained?”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll think of something,” Tracy giggled and then literally shoved me down and flat on my back before ripping her clothes off. She’d been wearing a black sports bra with a navy blue tank top over it, clinging quite tightly to her slender frame. Black workout pants were capri cut just below her knees and similarly showed off the slenderness of her legs. I knew that if she’d been wearing that outfit at the gym, quite a few male eyes would have been following her every move.

But right now, I was the only set of male eyes that got to look upon her. And soon there was much more to see. The tank top flew away and then the sports bra, exposing her very firm D-cups capped with the large pink nipples that had been poking through the lycra material all evening. And then she shoved her pants and thong panties to the ground before climbing right on top of me.

“Hey, stud,” Tracy grinned at me as she undid the scrunchy holding together her ponytail. The motion of her arms made her tits wobble quite enticingly.

“Hey, Tracy,” I smiled back. While not as flirty as Monique, throughout the entire year the athletically-toned Senior had made her lustful desire for me quite clear. As one of Dayna’s closest friends, I imagined she’d been one of the first to hear of my supposed prowess in the sack. And at Dayna’s blindfold party, she’d been the very first to come after me.

“You know, you don’t seem surprised at all by me coming onto you like this.” She posed just above me, turning herself left and right slowly to let me ogle all her glorious nakedness without anything interfering with my vision. “Did you recognize me somehow during that party?”

I nodded. “None of the other girls have a body quite like yours.”

The well-built girl smiled and blushed at the compliment. “During the party, Dayna said you seemed to have figured it out,” she shrugged, making her tits jiggle for a second.

I grinned. “You even came back for seconds.”

“That I did,” Tracy giggled. “So since you already know we’ve fucked like rabbits, we can skip all the dancing around. Are you ready to help me celebrate the end of my finals?” She flashed me twin rows of pearly white teeth while her hands worked at my jeans. And she leaned over to push her tits into my face.

I grinned and puckered up to suckle at a proffered breast. “That’s what I’m here for.”

“Hope you took your vitamins,” Tracy smiled at me. “’Cause I plan to celebrate all fucking night.”

THURSDAY, MAY 22, 2003, FRESHMAN YEAR

We didn’t quite make it through the entire night, but Tracy sure tried. We fucked three times before she fell asleep on top of my chest, my limp cock still embedded inside her. Then she woke me up sometime in the middle of the night for another go.

On Thursday morning, however, Tracy called it quits before we even started anything. She was in fantastic shape and she was used to full-body workouts, but her pussy wasn’t quite as used to the pounding and those muscles were feeling too sore for a morning encore. She settled for kissing me goodbye and then leaving me at 6am to head to the gym.

I slept in until 10am, thankful for the time of rest. Never mind the finals and the studying, between Gwen, Brandi, Paige, Dayna, Monique, and Tracy, I’d seemed to be fucking non-stop all week.

And the trend continued. Marian Liu was graduating as well, and she wanted one last quickie just before lunch. So I woke up at 10am to find my dick several inches into the throat of the 5’0” Chinese pixie. Once she realized I was awake, she mounted me, rode me until I gave her a good cream filling, and then pecked me happily before bouncing away without looking back. I never even saw her again for the rest of my life after she left Berkeley.

Dayna then told me at lunch that Angela Chan and Julie Carpenter would be passing on their encores, since they both had steady boyfriends. I wondered about Marian, since she also had a boyfriend, but Dayna said that had been Marian’s decision.

Still, there was one more girl left from my Blindfold-Party Six, and Kerri Trainor stopped by that afternoon to finish out the group. The hot, emerald-eyed redhead pulled a fantastic orgasm out of me while I gave her three before we took a break to eat. The sex was just the appetizer.

We had pizza for dinner again. By that point, I was absolutely ravenous and loaded my plate with five slices before flopping heavily onto the couch and dropping my head back while I began to almost vertically cram big triangles of fat, grease, and cheese down my throat.

Ryan whistled from right beside me. “A bit hungry, are we?”

Bert chuckled from the next couch. “He should be. He’s been getting more exercise this week than if he were training for a marathon.”

I mumbled around a mouthful of pepperoni and sausage. “I am.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “How many girls is that this week?”

I turned and grinned at her, swallowing before saying, “Why? You want to be next?”

Robin glared at me and looked away. “You’re such a slut, Ben.”

“Hey,” Gwen put in. “Are you letting girls claim ‘next’?”

“Nuh-uh.” Kerri walked behind the couch with her own plate and a Diet Coke in her hand, waggling a finger at Gwen with her Diet Coke hand. “I’m not done with him yet.”

But then the copper-haired babe paused and leaned over Gwen’s shoulder, seductively adding, “On the other hand, if you’re willing to play with me, I might be convinced to share.”

Gwen turned to face Kerri and smiled thinly. “Pass.” It wasn’t a surprise; Gwen was straight hetero.

Kerri just stood up and smirked before turning back to her best friend. “What do you say, Julie? Come play with us?”

Julie dropped her elbow onto the dining table and planted her chin in her palm, brushing her long, dark hair behind one ear. “Don’t tempt me.”

“C’mon. Fair is fair.” Kerri’s eyes twinkled.

“I’d be willing to share,” Paige piped up from her spot at the dining table, giggling cutely.

“PAIGE,” I growled, turning around to give the petite redhead a stern look.

“Oh, poo.” Paige tossed off her usual comment of frustration, but there was a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. We were getting back to normal, and I couldn’t help but smile myself.

“Less talk,” Kerri nodded to me. “More eating. The clock is ticking.”

“We have all night.” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“And I want to squeeze every second I can get.” Kerri’s green eyes twinkled, and I promptly returned to inhaling pizza. A half-hour later, Kerri dragged me back into my bedroom, got us naked, and promptly inhaled my cock.

As it turned out, Kerri got someone to play with us after all. The lusty babe had gotten me hard and was stroking my renewed shaft with both hands when a [click] by the door got both our attentions, and we looked up to see that Julie had followed us in.

The pretty brunette with the wide mouth blushed before locking her gaze onto my throbbing, erect shaft, held up by Kerri’s pale white hand. The redhead looked at her best friend with a questioning expression, prompting Julie to sigh and say, “I can’t help it. I’ve GOT to fuck him just once more while I’ve got the chance.”

Kerri just smiled and waved her friend over, moving to undress Julie while the brunette simply knelt and inhaled my cock to the root, her wide lips circling the very base of my dick while shoving a good length of it right into her throat. And then the three of us fucked the night away.

It was wonderful. We screwed in every position and every combination two chicks and one dick could come up with, including one gymnastic position where Julie was hanging backwards off the edge of the bed, her legs wrapped around my waist while I fucked her pussy on top of the mattress, and with Kerri kneeling over Julie’s head on the floor to have the brunette eat her out.

Alone, Kerri was a hellion in the sack. Together with Julie, the pair of them were mind-blowing. And I nearly passed out from pleasure overload when I fired my final wad of cum into Kerri’s tight asshole while Julie was licking my balls. I came three times before we fell asleep, and once more around 2am.

After working through 5 out of the Blindfold-Six in the last 2 days, I should have been happy. But for some reason, just like the last time I nailed this group of Brandi’s and Dayna’s friends, it all felt a little ... soulless.

FRIDAY, MAY 23, 2003, FRESHMAN YEAR

“Mmm-WAH! See you next year, Big Ben!” Kerri licked her lips and giggled happily, rubbing her nose against mine before she jumped off the bed and turned to join Julie as the two girls headed out the door.

We’d found time for one last threesome in the morning, the two soon-to-be-Senior babes lying face-to-face on top of each other, kissing and caressing while I swapped back and forth from one pussy to the other, eventually pulling out and spraying down Julie’s ass with all the cum I’d built up overnight. Kerri was quick to lick my cream off her best friend’s buttcheeks, as eager as if it had been Jim Beam whiskey and chocolate sauce. And just like at our more “normal” parties, she moved up to share with her girlfriend in a tongue-filled kiss.

But now they were gone. And I was once again left alone with my thoughts.

Rubbing my eyes, I sat up in bed, only now realizing that the girls hadn’t closed the door on their way out. And presently, Dawn stepped into the doorway, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and leaning against the door frame. “You look content.”

I shrugged. “What can I say? Fucking makes me happy.”

My best friend smirked at me and shook her head wryly. She looked like she was about to say something, but Brandi showed up and leaned against the opposite side of the doorjamb.

My sister smiled and raised her eyebrows. “You do realize you’ve run out of our friends from the party.”

I grinned and then obviously ogled Dawn. “Well, not all of them.”

Dawn blushed, then rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Maybe if you’re really nice to me. But seriously, what are you going to do now? We’ve still got one more final left this afternoon.”

I shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.” I then looked significantly at Brandi, gratitude in my eyes. “They kept me distracted long enough to make it to today. Today Adrienne’s finally going to talk to me.”

My sister tipped her head in acknowledgment of my unspoken thanks. But Dawn furrowed her eyebrows and turned to glare at my sister. “Wait, is THAT what this was all about? Keeping Ben occupied?”

Brandi shrugged. “I take care of my little brother. He was a mess after Adrienne left him and we both know what works on him.” My sister arched an eyebrow at me. “Ejaculations are pretty head-clearing, aren’t they?”

I nodded and smiled. “Woulda failed every single final without them.” Then I sighed a little more forlornly. “Hell, I probably would have driven myself insane overthinking everything and hunted down Adrienne to plead with her to take me back.”

Brandi grinned and waved her hand at me in a ‘See?-Told-Ya-So’ gesture. But Dawn didn’t look quite so amused.

“You ... You still want to get back together with Adrienne?” Dawn asked, looking horrified.

I didn’t understand her expression yet, so I just answered carefully, “Uh, yeah...” Dawn just kept gawking at me and I almost-nervously stammered, “She still hasn’t even explained to me why she broke up with me. I guess a part of me is still hoping we can go back to the way things were.”

“So ... all those girls,” Dawn began, furrowing her eyebrows, glaring at Brandi. “YOU set those up?”

Brandi shrugged. “Well, me and Dayna.”

Dawn blinked. “Ben didn’t go out and seduce them on his own or anything?”

Brandi frowned. “What? No. Ben would never mess with our friends without going through us first, and the girls would never have fucked Ben without our permission. Oh, they certainly wanted to, especially after Dayna’s party last December. But they never would have gone behind our backs.”

Dawn turned to me with confusion evident on her face. “But I thought you were just taking out your aggression and anger at Adrienne? Like with Gwen!”

I pinched my lips and shrugged. “I’m still not sure what happened with Gwen. My mind just sorta snapped those times.”

“But I thought you were just fucking around because you were free!” Dawn’s mouth was gaping open. “Adrienne dumped you. Paige realized you didn’t love her. So you were just going to go nuts, screwing everything in sight and enjoy your freedom, right?”

I frowned. For once, Dawn did NOT understand what was going through my mind. I shook my head and said, “The sex was a welcome distraction; but in the end, I’ll never feel for those girls what I felt with Adrienne. I love her, Dawn. I still love her. And I’d trade all of Brandi’s friends to get her back. I thought you knew that.”

Dawn was standing up straight now, looking at me angrily. I furrowed my eyebrows and blinked rapidly, not understanding at all. And then without another word, Dawn turned and stomped away.

“Dawn?” I first called in confusion. “DAWN?” I didn’t need our lifelong connection and understanding to figure out that my best friend was mad at me. And I was quickly out of bed.

“Whoa! Whoa!” Brandi held her hands up to stop me, and then pointed down at my crotch. Belatedly, I realized that I was still naked, having never re-dressed after Kerri and Julie had left me. I turned and scrambled for my dresser while my sister simply backed up and closed the door. “I’ll find her,” my sister promised.

Something had just gone terribly wrong.

Dawn was pretty easy to find; she hadn’t gone far.

Wearing jeans and a hastily-grabbed long-sleeved shirt, without even bothering to put on underwear, I emerged from my bedroom and frantically looked around. Brandi whistled to me and pointed toward the backyard.

I nodded in thanks and hustled out the back door, feeling the adrenaline rush of panic when I hit the deck and saw nothing but empty grass and the fences bordering us from the neighbors.

Someone sighed behind me and to my left. “I’m over here,” Dawn mumbled.

I whirled and saw Dawn sitting on the old couch we’d stashed back here, her knees pulled up to her chest with her heels on the edge of the seat and her arms wrapped around her legs. She looked up at me with a sickly expression and then hunched over, resting her chin on her knees. I quickly moved to sit beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Dawn. Talk to me.”

She exhaled and blinked, pushing out a bead of moisture from the corner of her eye that tumbled down her cheek. She pursed her lips and stared straight ahead, not answering just yet.

I tried to wait her out. I could see the gears turning in Dawn’s head and knew enough about her to know she just needed some time to process, the same way I did when I got into one of these moods. So I bit my lip and steeled myself to remain silent.

Still, it was really hard to just sit there and watch her. I rubbed her shoulder for a few seconds and then moved to embrace her, to wrap my arms around my best friend. I wanted to reassure her that everything would be alright with my very presence, the same way she had done for me so many times, including the night right after Adrienne walked away from me.

But Dawn would have none of it. The instant I started hugging her she brusquely pushed me away with her right arm. “Get away from me!” Her volume didn’t rise, but there was no mistaking the hateful tone in her voice.

“What?” I was more confused than ever.

“Can’t you tell? I’m still upset with you!” she spat.

“Upset? What? Why?” For the past few days, I never noticed any signs my best friend was upset with me. She’d been nothing but supportive and comforting in the aftermath of my breakup with Paige and my ... whatever ... with Adrienne. This weird mood of Dawn’s had only started when Brandi told her how she and Dayna had been setting me up for mutual booty calls with their friends. But that didn’t make any sense; Dawn had known full well what I was doing and she’d never before given any indications that my actions bothered her. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Dawn exhaled, looking even more upset that I didn’t already know. “What’s wrong?”

I recoiled away from her, afraid she was going to attack me. But she backed up and shook her head in disgust. “You’re still fucking in love with her! That’s what’s fucking wrong!”

“Huh?”

Dawn canted her head back, staring at the roof above our heads as she groaned in annoyed frustration. “I’m such an idiot. I knew it. But I didn’t realize. I’m such an idiot.”

“Dawn. What are you talking about?”

“You! You fucking ASSHOLE!”

“Dawn!” I jerked my head back at the vehemence in her tone.

“Adrienne! You’re still fucking in love with her! You still fucking want to get back together with her!”

I blinked. Well, duh... But saying that didn’t seem like a good idea right now. Instead, I took a deep breath and nodded. “Of course.”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

I’m a guy. When do guys EVER get it when a girl gets like this? But I tried. “Does it bother you that I want to be together with Adrienne?”

“YES!!!” she blurted and then immediately clammed up. “I mean, ‘no’,” she tried to say before sighing and dropping her feet off the bench, stomping them onto the patio hardwood. She planted her hands on her knees and hunched over, hanging her head down between her shoulders. I reached up to rub her arm again, but she slapped my hand away.

“Dawn...” I pleaded, wanting to hold her and scared she would slap me away again. “Talk to me.”

“You gave her a promise ring, Ben,” she said so quietly I almost didn’t hear her.

I blinked twice, not comprehending.

“Uh, yeah.”

“You gave her a promise ring.”

I shrugged.

She realized I wasn’t following and sighed, hanging her head down again. “What does that mean to you?”

I blinked. “It’s a promise. Like ... I dunno. An engagement ring is a promise to get married. A promise ring is a promise to ... to be committed, I guess.”

“Or a promise to get engaged someday?” Dawn raised her eyebrows.

I pinched my lips. “Well, yeah. I guess so.”

Dawn’s eyes dipped and she got a look of such unimaginable disappointment on her face. “Fuck you, Ben.”

“Wha—?”

“Fuck. You.” Her voice was biting, full of hate and anger.

I winced, not understanding anything more than that Dawn hated my very guts.

“A promise ring means an engagement ring. An engagement ring means you’re gonna get MARRIED. To HER. Not ME. Don’t you get it? You weren’t supposed to make some grand commitment to Adrienne!” Dawn practically yelled in my face. “You weren’t supposed to get that serious! You’re supposed to be MY Ben!”

“What?”

“MY Ben! Mine!” Dawn raged. “As in: NOT hers!”

“Dawn!” My sense of calm was already frazzled from her running away in the first place. Her shouting and her tone now made ME raise the volume.

“What about US?” she yelled again.

“What ABOUT us?” I yelled right back defensively. Sighing, I shook my head and furrowed my eyebrows. Then I thrust my hands at her. “There is no US! You’re my best friend! And you’re with Ryan!”

“I’m not gonna fucking marry Ryan!” Dawn yelled at me.

“So, what? If Adrienne dumps me, are you gonna break up with him now for me?” I snarled. “After all, you did say I could take you back when my relationship with Adrienne ended. Huh?”

“Fuck you!” [WHACK]

Pain blossomed in my left cheek and I rotated my head to the side with the impact. My eyes were wide open in shock that Dawn had actually slapped me, and I gingerly held my reddened skin.

“I am NOT your fucking fallback!” Dawn spat before she stood up and stomped back to the door.

I was still in shock at the slap and I just looked up, wild-eyed, at my best friend. She stopped at the door, her hand on the knob, and a shudder went through her entire body. Biting her lip, she turned her face to me, now strewn with tears that were pouring in rivers down her cheeks.

“I thought we were going to wait for each other, Ben,” she sighed dejectedly. “I was going to be your Dawn, forever. And I thought you would be mine. I guess I was wrong.”

She yanked open the door and went through.

“Forget it, Dayna. I’m not in the mood.” I waved the hot blonde away and hunched over my backpack, putting in my textbook. I wasn’t sure what good it would do me since this wasn’t an open-book final, but I packed it anyways and hoisted the bag over my shoulder.

“That’s kind of the point,” Dayna raised her eyebrows before glancing back at Brandi. She crossed her arms beneath her Double-D’s, lifting them partially out of her V-neck sweater. But even glorious breasts weren’t going to fix my mood.

I shook my head. “It’s not about distraction. And even if you did, I’m going to see Dawn in about ten minutes and I’m going to get all fucked up again.”

“What the hell happened to you two out there?” Dayna sighed. “Must’ve been some fight.”

“I don’t even know what happened out there,” I sighed. Then I stepped forward and pecked Dayna’s cheek. “Thanks for the offer, though. You’ve been absolutely incredible this whole year.”

“You too, stud,” Dayna winked flirtatiously.

I moved up and hugged my sister. “See you later.” And then I made the long trek up the hill to my last final.

As expected, Dawn was already there when I arrived.

As expected, my mood sunk even further when she wouldn’t look at me.

As expected, my brain started filling up with ruminations and wonderings about what the hell was going on and would I ever fix things with my best friend and why the hell was she so mad at me?

So as expected, I totally BOMBED the test.

When I walked back into the house after completely destroying my grade in that afternoon’s final, all I could think about was how Dawn had quickly gotten up from her seat and fled the auditorium before I could even talk to her. She hadn’t looked back at me. She’d merely hustled away as if I were just another stranger in the crowd, instead of the best friend she’d grown up with since infancy.

Where was she right now? When would she be coming home? Why did she—

“Hi, Ben.”

I came to a full and complete stop, my eyes going wide as I saw Adrienne stand up from the suitcase she was currently packing. Only then did I remember that this was FRIDAY. This was the day — and the time — she’d promised we’d talk about our relationship. And the weight of our potential discussion dropped onto my shoulders enough to make me straight collapse onto the daybed beside me.

You might not believe it, but I was so preoccupied with Dawn that I completely forgot about my other appointment. You know: the one I’d been anxiously awaiting all week ... And my mind raced as I struggled to switch gears from worrying about my relationship with Dawn to facing the potential end of my relationship with Adrienne.

“Ben, you okay?” Adrienne quickly came over, a concerned look on her face.

I just took a few deep breaths to calm myself before looking her in the eye and saying, “Sorry. I didn’t know I’d react like this.”

She pursed her lips and instinctively moved to touch me, but checked herself and brought her hand back. She took a deep breath of her own and then said, “I’ve missed you these past few days.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” I said quietly.

“Well, you’ve been keeping busy from what Dayna tells me.” Adrienne smirked.

I sighed and thought about all the girls I’d been with. “I told you before,” I began while staring her dead in the eyes. “I’d trade them all for you.”

Adrienne blinked and turned away, unable to look at me in the face of my obvious love for her. She looked guilty, and right then I knew this wasn’t going to go the way I might have wanted.

“I promised you we’d talk after Finals were over,” Adrienne began. “So now we can talk.”

I just nodded. Clearly, Adrienne had given this plenty of thought and she was sure to have a lot of things she wanted to say. I, on the other hand, was still caught with my metaphorical pants down and I would need the time to remember all the things I’d been thinking about all week, all the things I wanted to say to her. That was the plan: Let Adrienne talk. I’d get my bearings. And then we could rationally figure things out.

Adrienne said, “We need to break up.”

I let out a kind of strangled combination of a squeak and a choke. The odd sound erupted from my throat while I gulped and folded inward, feeling like I’d shrunk a few inches all at once. It wasn’t that I was totally unprepared for her declaration. After all, I’d been feeling somewhat “dumped” for days now, even if she hadn’t come out and said it yet.

But to hear Adrienne actually declare she no longer wanted to be my girlfriend cut through my heart with such rending pain that I couldn’t think of anything else but absolute panic. It was as if I’d been cruising along a powerful speedboat in the open ocean, seeing paradise in the distance not too far away, when suddenly my engines were cut out from under me. One moment, I was sure of my path and my future. The next, I was adrift without a lifeline, so close to happiness and yet now left with no idea how I would survive the next few moments.

“Ben, please.” Adrienne reached out and held my hands, sitting beside me on the daybed. “You have to understand.”

“But why?” I croaked.

“Because our relationship can’t go any further. You want what I can’t give you. We’ve gone as far as we can go.”

“But ... that doesn’t mean we have to stop and break up!” I whimpered. “Why can’t we just go back to the way things were?”

“Because people don’t go backwards. We’ve already gone forward, already tried the cross a line where I just can’t follow you.”

“What did I do?” I pleaded. “All I ever wanted was to love you.”

Adrienne shook her head. “You wanted more. You wanted more of me than I could give you.”

“How?”

She sighed and then inhaled deeply. “Remember expectations, Ben? That talk we had way in the beginning? I only had one thing I wanted from you. Just one thing.”

I sighed. “’Adrienne keeps her independence’,” I quoted.

Adrienne nodded.

“I let you have your independence,” I insisted. “I never told you where to go or where to be. You were never my beck and call. And when you wanted to pursue this relationship with Grace, I gave you every freedom.”

“You asked me to spend more time with you.”

“Was that so wrong? I only told you what I wanted. I never demanded it of you.”

“It felt like you were trying to tie me down.” Adrienne bit her lip. “That ... that ring was a leash.”

“I never wanted to tie you down, and I never meant for the ring to feel like a leash,” I pleaded. “It was just jewelry, just a present to show you how special you are to me on our anniversary. I said it when I gave it to you: It wasn’t an engagement ring. It was just a promise that I would always love you and that you would always be important to me.”

“But it felt like an engagement,” Adrienne moaned and turned her back to me, dropping my hands. And facing away, she said, “Ben, I knew you would want the wife and kids and all that jazz someday. I’m too young to settle down; you’re too young. And it was so far off in the future that I thought I would have time to really decide for myself. But when that ring slipped onto my finger, I just KNEW I couldn’t be your wife. I would have been happy to be your girlfriend for a few more years, and I will ALWAYS care about you. But ... I just can’t imagine right now being married and pregnant.”

I sighed. I should have known better. Adrienne always had a very defined boundary in her head of how committed she would let herself be. When I wanted a relationship, she wanted ‘nottogether’. If I pushed her to be closer, she pushed me away. This was no different. And with a single ring, I’d finally pushed her too far.

“What if I take back the ring and take back the pressure. I just want to be with you, Adrienne, as your boyfriend,” I said softly. “I’ll take back the feelings and desires to be anything more.”

She shook her head sadly. “Feelings don’t work like that.”

‘Feelings don’t work like that’. Why did that phrase sound familiar? “Why not?” I asked.

Adrienne smiled wanly at me. “Because those feelings are in your heart. You want to settle down with me. You want to dream about picket fences and children with me. But I’m never going to give them to you.”

“Adrienne...”

She shook her head. “I can’t lose you, Ben. That’s why we have to break up. If we stay together, you’re just going to get more and more attached. And it’ll hurt even more when you realize I’m not the one you want to be with for the rest of your life. And then I’ll lose you.”

“Adrienne...”

“We’ve gone as far as we can go,” she said softly, touching my cheek. “I’ll love you forever and always, Ben. But we’ve come to the end of our road.”

She kissed my right cheek, wiped the tear rolling down hers, then stood up and walked out the door.

Dawn had walked away from me. Adrienne walked away from me.

I wanted to DIE.

Without my girlfriend or my best friend, I went to the one person I had left. When I knocked on the door, Brandi took one look at me and then waved me inside. I went straight to her bed and crawled on top of it, curling onto my side in a fetal position.

Brandi came over and sat down beside me, stroking my head. “You okay?”

I closed my eyes. “I’ll be okay.”

“I’m guessing things didn’t go very well with Adrienne.”

I took a deep breath. “I knew she was going to break up with me. I just had to know why.”

“Did she tell you?”

I nodded.

“Does it make sense?”

I sighed, and then nodded again. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it, though.”

Brandi sighed and ran her fingers through my hair. “You knew she didn’t want to settle down and have kids. Especially not at eighteen. But you’re young, and I know Adrienne still loves you. You know that, right?”

I sighed and nodded. “I know she does.”

“So it’s not completely over.”

“It’s over,” I sighed. “She’s not my girlfriend anymore. I even lost Paige.”

“It’s not like you’ll have trouble finding another girlfriend,” Brandi snorted.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

My big sister sighed. “Ben, ever since Megan, when have you ever had trouble finding a girlfriend? Look at you: you’re tall, handsome, have a great body, and you’re really intelligent. With every girl of yours I’ve talked to, they all rave about your attentiveness and sensitivity to their feelings. You’re an incredible listener, especially for a guy. You’re passionate and emotional and empathetic. And you don’t do a lot of those little things that piss girls off. When I send you into the pantry to find something, you never come back and whine, ‘I can’t find it.’ You always put the toilet seat down and you wipe up the water around the sink. You kill spiders and you change the light bulbs. You stopped the toilet from leaking and you fixed the damn heater when it conked out. One minute, you’ll delicately fold Adrienne’s underwear, but the next minute you’ll bend her over and fuck her brains out. You’re the sweetest and most introspective guy I know, and yet you can be so ... manly ... when we want you to be. Ben, you’re the Brawny man and Mr. Clean at the same time. You’re the most perfect boyfriend imaginable, and the fact is, if I wasn’t your sister I’d be falling all over myself to be your girlfriend.”

My eyes were closed and I whimpered. Despite Brandi’s glowing words, all I could think about was the one girl I couldn’t have anymore. “You say I won’t have trouble finding another girlfriend, but all I want is Adrienne,” I whimpered.

My sister sighed. “Can’t do anything about that now, but look on the bright side; she loves you and she’s still your sister,” Brandi ruffled my hair. “Even if you’re not meant to be a couple forever, she won’t be gone from your life. You’ll have plenty of chances this summer to at least talk about it with her and figure out how your relationship is going to continue.”

I blinked a few times and thought about that. Even if Adrienne was breaking up with me, we wouldn’t actually be separating this coming summer. In fact, this may have even been exactly why Adrienne was breaking up with me, and when. She knew that if she did it now, she could still be a part of my family and a part of my life. SHE didn’t want to lose ME, which meant that I wouldn’t be losing her.

And those thoughts gave me hope.

Brandi then lay herself down beside me, spooning herself against my back and resting her head on top of my shoulder. She squeezed me in a warm hug and I reached around to hold her arm. “I’m here for you, bro.”

I took a long, deep breath, and let out a long sigh of relief. I felt better. And now that I felt a little better, I remembered everything else that was going on and patted Brandi’s arm. “I’m okay. You should go. I know you wanted to go prep for tonight’s party.”

“The party can wait. I’m here for you.”

“No, it’s alright,” I said quietly. “I just need somewhere to be alone. I wanted to let Adrienne finish packing.” Once again, Dayna and Brandi were staying for their summer internships and wouldn’t be moving out. But Dawn, Adrienne, and I were returning home. We’d leave most of our stuff in the Berkeley house, but we still needed to organize what we were bringing home and what we were boxing up for the three months we’d be gone. I’d finished most of my packing throughout the week, but Adrienne was just now getting started.

I patted Brandi’s arm a final time, then she kissed my shoulder and rolled away. I didn’t turn around, but I felt my sister get off the bed and walk out the door, closing it behind her.

And then I was left alone with my thoughts.

I loved Adrienne. I was sure of it. At least, my heart was sure. We’d been through so much together: from the temptress in High School to the broken girl who needed to trust me to my absolutely delightful girlfriend and sexual playmate.

Adrienne often asked me, “Am I the greatest girlfriend or what?” And truly, she was. No one could ask for a more beautiful partner. And while she definitely needed me to be her rock of safety and trust, she was never actually “needy”. She would be patient and kind and in most cases, avoided the stereotypical “girl-drama” that plagued so many other guys. She was affectionate and loving and perpetually horny. She made sure I was never sexually unsatisfied and even brought me a multitude of girls into our bed without jealousy.

But could we really be anything more? Time and again, I’d started talk of settling down and taking our relationship to the next level. We’d already done everything possible sexually, even shared the most harrowing emotional turmoils; so our next levels were those of codependency and a shared life.

But time and again, Adrienne had expressed a hesitance to settle down. She was young, she was hot, and she greatly valued her independence. She wanted to do her own thing, and when she imagined herself at thirty, she imagined herself single and without kids. Heck, when she imagined herself at fifty, she was still single and without kids. This hadn’t been some big secret. She’d made her intentions clear. But I’d blinded myself to the hope that I could someday change her.

I’d created expectations she couldn’t fulfill.

I thought, then, of Paige; how she’d hoped I could change. I’d told her way in the beginning that I wasn’t going to fall in love with her, that she shouldn’t expect me to develop those kinds of feelings. Paige had let herself expect things beyond what I could give her, and she’d been left disappointed when those expectations didn’t come true. I’d warned her, but the disappointment was there nonetheless.

Adrienne had warned me, but the disappointment was there just the same.

Adrienne once told me that relationships fail only two ways: One, someone loses interest in the relationship and wants to move on to someone else. Two, someone doesn’t live up to the other’s expectations.

You could argue that Adrienne was more interested in spending time with Grace than with me, but that first way wasn’t the primary reason our relationship had failed. If nothing else, I didn’t think Adrienne wanted to move on away from me.

No, the problem was that she couldn’t live up to MY expectations, and she knew it. She’d asked me not to form those expectations in the first place; but I’d formed them anyways. I couldn’t help it. Marriage and family were things I wanted for myself someday. It wasn’t necessarily Adrienne’s fault. Ultimately, we were just incompatible. We wanted different things in our futures.

So Adrienne was right. We’d gone as far as we could. We’d come to the end of our road. And trying to keep things patched up any longer, knowing we didn’t have a future together, would only make things worse when the time came.

Now, we had to redefine our relationship as friends — and technically, as family. We could make it work. We wouldn’t lose each other.

And so, I understood why we had to break up...

... Didn’t mean I had to like it.

I just closed my eyes and felt fresh moisture running down my cheeks. And I mourned the end of our romance.

I had just about pulled myself together when a knock sounded at the door. Wiping my eyes, I got up and went to it, half-expecting to see Matt Kanemura looking for Brandi. But instead, Adrienne stood before me with a slightly nervous expression on her face. “Hi, Ben.”

“Hey,” I said hesitantly. Then I took a deep breath and collected myself, wiping the last tears from my red-rimmed eyes.

“You look terrible,” she said apologetically.

I paused to look her over: Poised, upright, and still stunningly gorgeous, even just in jeans and a casual polo top. I returned my gaze to her beautiful face and replied, “You look great.”

She blushed and glanced down. “Well, I’ve had a lot more time to get used to the idea.”

“You could have told me on Tuesday.” I pinched my lips together.

Adrienne exhaled. “I didn’t want to hit you with that until your Finals were over.”

I shrugged. “Might have actually been better than the unknown.”

“If so, I’m sorry,” Adrienne sighed. “Maybe I needed the time to get used to the idea.”

A noise sounded off downstairs. Someone was moving furniture in preparation for tonight’s party, and at the sound I pointed and gestured with my head. “Let’s go to our room, okay?” It felt weird calling it “our” room when Adrienne hadn’t slept there all week.

She nodded and turned to lead the way. We waved to Dayna, Brandi, Kevin, and Matt, who were all doing party prep. I looked at Brandi and said, “I’ll just be a few minutes. Then I’ll come out and help.”

Dayna took one look at me and said, “Take your time. We’ll be fine without you.”

I nodded and followed Adrienne into our bedroom, closing the door behind me. Adrienne went straight to the bed and sat down, patting the spot next to her. After a moment’s hesitation, I sat down, but kept a good foot of space between us. “So how is this gonna work?” I asked. “We still live together. Hell, technically you’re like my sister. And I don’t want things to be awkward between us for the entire summer.”

Adrienne looked away from me and took a deep breath. She visibly steeled herself and then turned back to me with a fresh purpose in her eyes. “That’s one of the other reasons I wanted to wait, Ben. I talked to my lawyers this morning and they’ve just about completed the execution of my parents’ estate. The lawsuit filed against the cab company has been settled and I’ve got some assets — millions, actually. I’m eighteen now, almost nineteen, and I think it’s best that I move out on my own.”

I blinked rapidly and my eyes opened wide. “What?” I’d gotten my hopes up, again, on the idea that Adrienne and I wouldn’t really be separating. She was family now.

“Ben, I loved being a part of your family. I especially loved the warmth of your parents and your sisters. But we both know I’m not really one of you.”

“Of course you are,” I insisted. “Yeah, so you don’t look much like us. But you can’t undo the past year. You’ve lived with us. You went to summer camp with us. We’re family.”

“Not really. And I don’t belong with you anymore.”

“Of course you do!” I thought back over all of Adrienne’s drama last year. “You ... you NEED us!”

She pinched her lips and looked down while shrugging. “I lived on my own for most of my life. It’s nothing new.”

“And you were miserable on your own,” I argued. “Remember all those Wednesday dinners? Breaking up with me, I get; but you need this family more than you need me.”

“I have to move out,” she insisted.

“Wait, wait, no.” I shook my head. “This is ridiculous. A week ago you were still calling our parents ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’. Brooke, and especially the twins, look up to you as their big sister. You can’t just abandon them.”

Adrienne smiled wanly. “I’ll still be around. It’s still my hometown and all my old friends are there. And I couldn’t stay away from your sisters if I tried. But I can at least give you your bedroom back and things will be less awkward between us if we’re not living together anymore. If we’re not dating anymore, I shouldn’t intrude. It’s time.”

“Adrienne, no!” I protested. Breaking up was one thing, but she’d become such an integral part of my everyday existence that I couldn’t imagine not having her around anymore. Even if she wasn’t my girlfriend anymore, I’d assumed I wouldn’t lose her as my sister. I couldn’t be losing her.

Adrienne looked at me sadly. “This is the way it has to be.”

“Salud!!!” I yelled and then downed the shot of tequila. Quickly, I then grabbed up a lime wedge, sucking on it to numb the horrible aftertaste. Dayna hooted beside me before sucking on her own wedge. Next to her, Bert was starting to look pretty green around the gills by now.

I was pretty drunk already. I’d likely consumed more alcohol at one party than ever before in my life. But I had to keep going.

I HAD to keep going.

Adrienne had left before the party got started. At the time, I’d let her go still harboring a sense of hope. After all, she’d return in the morning so we could drive home, and I’d have at least six hours alone with her and nothing to do but talk. Beyond that, she would HAVE to live with us for a few days until she worked out other arrangements. Plus, she’d still have to explain to our parents that she was going to move out, and I still had confidence that they could talk her out of it.

But the longer she was gone — and the more I drank — the more dark thoughts entered my head. More talking wouldn’t change Adrienne’s reasons for breaking up with me. And if she was still breaking up with me, then she was still moving out of my life. And that sense of hope began to fade away.

Making things worse was Dawn. She wasn’t actively doing anything to make me miserable, she merely avoided me. For the entire duration of this party, she’d hung out with her friends and generally had a good time ... as long as she was a good twenty feet away from me. She didn’t approach, and she sent me enough signals to know I would only make things worse if I tried to talk to her now.

On the same day, I’d lost my girlfriend and my best friend.

I needed another drink.

Drinking made me feel happy. So I grabbed the next shot off the table and yelled, “Santé!” Then I pounded that one, too.

Dayna was about three seconds behind me. “Santé!” she repeated. She pounded her shot, then grimaced and bit into a lime wedge.

Bert groaned, but dutifully slurped down his shot and grunted, “Santé.”

Monique was across the room, but she heard us and yelled, “Santé!” in response as well. It WAS a French term. At least, I thought it was.

No matter. I was already gesturing for Matt to pour me another one. “C’mon. I got a dozen more ways of saying ‘cheers’.”

But Matt put his hand over my shot glass, covering the opening. I darted my eyes up to his — a little too fast because I momentarily got dizzy and stumbled. And then I complained, “C’mon, man!”

“How many is that, Ben? In total.” Matt asked, searching my eyes.

“What? You think I can count in this state?” I grinned goofily, wobbling unsteadily on my own two feet.

“I think that’s enough.” Matt patted my shoulder while I turned from giddily happy to morosely upset in a heartbeat. I actually started growling at the guy as I reached for the bottle.

Matt just held it away and gave me a stern look.

“Oh, give him a break, Mattie,” Dayna chortled quite drunkenly. “I wanna see how many more languages he can say ‘cheers’ in. What is that, four already?”

“Nuh-uh.” A new body swooped in, Kevin Weiss wrapping his arm around Dayna and pulling her off to the side. “Slow down babe or you won’t be any use to me later.”

“Ffpt.” Dayna blew a raspberry at her boy-toy. “I can fuck you under the table no matter how drunk I get.”

“Dizzy-drunk, maybe. Unconscious-drunk: you don’t do so well, babe.” Kevin shook his head, pulling her toward the middle of the room where about ten people were dancing.

I just waved my empty shot glass rather pitifully in Matt’s direction, but he was looking over my shoulder. Dawn was standing just behind me, looking sad and concerned at the same time. It was the first time all night she had approached me.

“Hey, Ben. You really need to slow down,” my best friend said gently.

I literally took one look at Dawn’s sweet face and broke down crying. With one look, I thought of all the mistakes I’d made in my life, and most importantly the ones that led to me and my soulmate no longer being together.

If I’d just done things differently, I would be with her. If I’d just done things differently, I would have always been with her. Wasn’t that the way it was supposed to be?

“Ohmigod!” Dawn gasped as I toppled forward right at her. Fortunately for both her and me, Ryan had lightning-fast reflexes as he jumped in and caught me before I landed on anybody.

My vision was a blurry haze, whether from the room-spinning or moisture in my eyes I’m not sure. Probably both. In any case, I didn’t need to see as I felt Ryan’s shoulder dip beneath my armpit as he stood me up. And at Dawn’s direction, the big guy started hopping me toward my bedroom.

“Is he okay?” Tracy McMillan was beside me, hooking beneath my other armpit. Damn the girl was strong.

“Drank WAY too much WAY too fast, I think,” Dawn sighed.

“Ben? You okay?” Kerri Trainor was in front of me, her coppery hair standing out against the background.

And last but not least was the little-girl voice. “Ben? Are you alright?”

In front of Paige, I felt a driving need to appear strong and responsible. So looking blearily at her (well, the middle one of the three of her), I mustered up enough energy to say, “I’m fine, Red.” And then wincing in even further mental anguish over how my relationship with Paige had ended, I simply surrendered and let Ryan and Tracy carry me into my bedroom.

Once on the bed, I felt a brief flutter of happiness surge through me as I felt and saw Dawn climb onto the bed with me. This was the Dawn I remembered: ever-loving, ever-faithful. No matter what else was going on in our lives, she was my very best friend. Just like before, after Adrienne had first walked away from me, I knew Dawn would pull my head into her lap and stroke my hair until the dark thoughts quieted down in my mind.

But then I felt the tender kiss of her lips against my forehead. And afterwards, nothing. Dawn had gotten off the bed. A few seconds later, the door closed.

I was alone.

I am a sexual creature.

Once I realized that I was well and truly alone, some part of my brain simply shut off. It was the part of my mind that dealt with love, emotion, and affection. That part of me simply couldn’t handle it anymore. Paige was gone. Adrienne was gone. Dawn was gone.

I was alone.

And I am a sexual creature.

I’d been momentarily dizzied by seeing Dawn again after she’d avoided me all afternoon. The part of me that cared had shut down, and the dizziness had faded away with it. I still felt the clouding, sluggish effects of alcohol in my muscles, but at least I could see straight again.

I hadn’t understood it the last time this had happened to me. I hadn’t realized just how angry and cold I felt when I’d gone into my robot mode. But now I recognized it. Some of the people I loved the most had abandoned me. That upset me. That pissed me off. What had I done wrong? What had I done to deserve this? All I ever wanted was to be the best Ben I could be. I loved without restraint. And I followed my heart.

And got my heart broken in the process. I was angry. At who, I wasn’t sure. But I was angry. And the flush of adrenaline coursing through my veins washed away most of the sluggishness I’d been feeling.

Like a robot, I got off the bed and mechanically strode over to the door. Opening it, I let the sounds of partying and thudding music fade into the background as I scanned the room for a good target. Any of them would do. So who would it be? Should I grab Monique, bury my face in her big tits, and drown my sorrows in the lush pleasure of her body? Or maybe I should drag Paige into my bedroom and reintroduce her tight asshole to my big, thick, throbbing dick. Heck, maybe I should just grab a random stranger; perhaps one of Brandi’s and Dayna’s other friends I had yet to have the pleasure of sampling. Ashley was very cute. And Erica had some serious bootay. Fuck, maybe I should even just grab Brandi and show her boyfriend how my sister REALLY loved to be fucked.

But then I saw HER. And it all just made sense.

The pretty blonde was dancing with some guy. Her long, long hair was a thick mass of curls and waves, interspersed with dark strands. Her dark eyeliner made her look alluringly sexy, accentuating the angles of her face. And her lips were pursed in such a way that I couldn’t help but imagine them wrapped around my dick.

I gave her no warning. She wouldn’t have wanted one. After all, she’d told me not to say a word. She’d told me just to TAKE her.

So I did.

“Eeep!” Gwen squeaked as I grabbed her arm and hustled back into my bedroom so fast she barely even had time to breathe. I slammed and locked the door before propelling the dirty-blonde babe over to my bed. With a simple push, she flopped onto her back with her legs up in the air, her thong panties on full display as the hem of her party dress flew up to her waist.

I wasted no time. With a sharp tug, the thong broke and ripped away from her crotch, leaving her neatly trimmed pussy naked in front of me. And my tongue was embedded in her channel before she even had time to squeak again.

Shouts and the sounds of a doorknob being twisted were accompanied by banging on the door. I casually ignored them as I reached up with both hands to spread Gwen’s legs to the side while digging my tongue deeper into her snatch. A few seconds later, I moved higher and sucked her protruding clit into my mouth.

One ... two ... three ... Touchdown.

Every girl is different, but Gwen’s buttons had always been a little more obvious than most to me. She was just a puppet in my hands. Maybe it was because her G-spot was easily accessible to both my fingers and cock, depending on which I had buried in her at the time. Maybe it was because the distance from her clit to her asshole was identically the distance of proper extension from my thumb to my middle finger, so that I could rub her clit with my thumb and pop my middle finger through her anus to JUST the right depth for her surprise and pleasure.

In any case: One, my thumb hit her clit. Two, my finger popped into her ass. And three, my left hand tickled just beneath the eighth rib on the right side of her torso. To most people, such a tickle wouldn’t do a damn thing. To Gwen, the light sensation was exactly where and exactly what she needed to light up in a screaming orgasm.

“Oh, FUUUUCK!!!”

Touchdown.

Gwen was shrieking her climax not ten seconds after I’d brought her into the room. Her whole body jerked and she bucked her ass off the bed, pushing her crotch into my face. I let my neck relax against the pressure and then stood up, dropping my jeans to the floor and taking aim at her wet opening.

Three seconds later, she screamed, “OH GOD! FUCK ME!!!” By then, my dick was fully embedded into her cunt.

“FUCK ME!!!” she screamed again. The banging on the door behind me stopped. “FUCK ME!” she repeated.

So I did.

Pounding her poor body with machine-like precision, I pulled Gwen’s legs around my waist and held them tight against my torso while I rhythmically lunged my way in and out of her body, my dick very nearly coming out of her with every backstroke. She felt the hammering force with every thrust, knocking the air from her lungs. But her hands scrabbled at my arms to hold me tighter and pull me into her body for the next one.

“Fuck me, Ben...” Gwen crooned. “Fuck the shit out of me!” And within four minutes I had her screaming with her second orgasm.

“Oh, FUUUUCKKK!!!”

I stopped then, to readjust the both of us. After pulling her dress over her head and stripping myself naked, I re-mounted the fully-aroused blonde and crushed her beneath my body. I gyrated my hips in a circular motion while gripping her hands tightly in mine while hooking her legs with my ankles. She squeaked and moaned quite satisfactorily before biting her teeth down on my shoulder and breaking into tears as a tremendous wave of pleasure rolled through her entire body, her third climax coming while I fucked her with a full-body humping motion.

After that, I clamped her legs together to tighten up her tunnel and rutted animalistically until I spent my load deep inside her body. Our initial lustful cravings thus satisfied, we collapsed together in a heap of naked flesh. And we panted to recover the oxygen we’d neglected while taking our pleasure from each other.

But we weren’t done yet. Drunk on hard alcohol and physical ecstasy, Gwen then greedily turned me over and slurped my dick into her mouth. I played with her hoop earrings and caressed her face while watching those pouty lips wrap around my cock and move up and down the shaft with her sucking motions.

It didn’t take long for me to re-harden. And then I was pulling her body on top of mine, crushing her lips with my own while we attacked each other’s mouth. So with her hips tightly gripped in my hands, I guided her steaming pussy down onto my upright shaft. Once seated, I raised my hands to form new grips on her jiggly tits.

And we started up again.

“Oh, God. Not again,” Gwen whimpered. That was all she had time to say before I clamped my left hand over mouth and nostrils, suffocating her briefly while I rammed my cock in and out of her cunt at a rapid pace while pushing the thumb of my right hand into her clenched asshole. The slutty dirty-blonde was bent face-down on all fours, her arms and legs beginning to wobble. And as her body consumed more oxygen without being able to breathe more in, I felt her weakening beneath me.

I was going to make her pass out again. And as she realized what I was about to do to her, she panicked and tried to jerk away from me. But with my thumb anchored in her ass, I gripped her buttcheek with my right hand and pressed her against my crotch to hold her in place while I used my heavier weight to pin her to the bed beneath me, still thrusting with my hips to rub the head of my cock against her G-spot.

“Nnnnghhh...” Gwen’s neck went limp as she groaned in mixed terror and pleasure. Deprived of oxygen and overstimulated by my cock in her cunt and my finger up her butt, Gwen’s body involuntarily exploded.

“MMPH!!!” Her whole body jerked violently to the left, collapsing that arm. And as she began tumbling downward, with my hand still covering her nose and mouth, I yanked her back and slammed my hips to press her entire body flat and flush against the mattress. And I held her there, unable to move or breathe while the orgasm literally sent her into a seizure.

After about fifteen seconds of constantly vibrating, Gwen’s neck went slack and I pulled back from her, yanking my cock out as I rolled back on my heels. And like a puppet suddenly deprived of its manipulating hands, she became a limp, boneless pile of empty flesh. Her limbs were splayed out at random, with her legs spread to the sides. Copious amounts of honey squirted erratically out of her pussy to be mirrored by the drool dribbling out of her mouth.

But I wasn’t done just yet.

My erection throbbed greedily as I reached into the drawer of my nightstand and then pulled out a familiar tube of KY jelly. I took the time to coat my member with plenty of lube before looming over Gwen’s unconscious body and pushing two lubricated fingers into her anus. Slowly and deliberately, I prepared the way. And then I moved myself into position.

Gwen started to wake up as my thick mushroom head pressed against her sphincter. Still limp and unconscious in the aftermath of such a powerful orgasm, her body was at full-relaxation and accepted my cock rather easily. I had the head and the first two inches inside her chute before she stirred awake and suddenly clamped down with her anal muscles. “Oh, fuck!” she whimpered, feeling the intrusion. “What are you—?”

“Shhh...” I soothed.

“Ben...” Gwen groaned as she bunched up the sheets in her hands. “Ben, no. I’ve never...”

I came to a dead stop at the word ‘no’. Even though I’d never personally sodomized the slutty blonde, I was surprised to find out she was an anal virgin. She certainly enjoyed my fingers there often enough. But despite my conscience preventing me from pushing further, my robotic mentality and sheer lust couldn’t let me back out. Not today. Not tonight.

“You can take it,” I encouraged.

“Ben, I don’t think— Ahhh!” Her complaint turned to a hiss as I shifted my weight and moved another two inches into her colon. Gwen gripped the sheets tighter and exhaled, panting shallowly. “Oh FUCK you’re so BIG!”

“You can take it...” I husked and pushed in another two inches, reaching my hands up to massage her neck and shoulder muscles at the same time.

“Fuckkkkk,” Gwen put her forehead down on the mattress, her teeth clenched as she breathed shallowly. And then at last, I felt her anal muscles relaxing as she released the tension throughout her entire body. Even her fingers stretched out and went limp. “Oh gawd ... Fuck my ass, Ben,” she said quietly.

I pushed the rest of my cock inside her, pushing my pelvic bone tight against her buttcheeks. She arched her spine when she felt me hit full penetration, lifting her head up briefly. But then she set her cheek back down on the mattress and surrendered to the sensations.

It didn’t take that long.

I was too primed from fucking her and Gwen was too overwhelmed from the entire session. I can only imagine what state her mind was in after being fucked to so many mind-blowing orgasms and passing out from her most recent one. She lay beneath me, humping her ass back to meet my every thrust while reaching down with one hand to play with her own clit. I kept my hands on her shoulders, alternately using them to prop myself up and rubbing her muscles at the same time while I rhythmically pounded myself in and out of her heretofore unused backdoor.

“Fuck my assss...” Gwen whimpered, her voice muffled against the mattress. A wet spot was spreading across the sheets, both from her drool and a few tears rolling out of her eyes as she both winced against the pain and moaned from the pleasure. “Fuck my assss...”

I held on just long enough. Gwen’s eyes were already pinched tightly closed when she suddenly grimaced as if in unimaginable pain. Her spine arched, her body tensed, and she stopped breathing altogether. Fifteen seconds passed before she suddenly dropped her face back down onto the bed and exhaled powerfully, a keening moan welling up from deep in her throat as she jerked violently and came. “NNNGH!”

“Nngh!” I grunted in response as my weight fell down against her buttcheeks, burying my cock to the root within her anal chute. I then let the floodgates open, pouring out my built-up load, hosing down her rectal walls with my thick, creamy spunk. Over and over I fired, my ab muscles tensing with every splattering shot. And her sphincter clenched and unclenched rhythmically, milking more and more out of my dick.

When we were both finally done, I rolled off her and flat onto my back, gasping for air. Like always, I left Gwen a puddle of orgasmic goo beside me where she’d turned onto her side, curled in a fetal position and comatose while sperm leaked in obvious white trails from both of her used and abused holes.

My mind was now a complete blank. I thought of absolutely nothing, such a blissful sensation after a full week’s worth of agonizing self-reflection.

And for a brief moment, I found peace.

d still was crying. Her hazel irises were a murky yellow, and she glanced over at Dawn for a brief moment. Then licking her lips, Adrienne winced and turned to set my ring down on the nightstand.

I felt half of my soul yanking out of my body as the cool metal band hit the wooden surface with a surprisingly loud bass [thunk]. It certainly sounded much heavier than it appeared to be, or maybe that was just in my head. But there was no imagining the pain and anguish in Adrienne’s voice as she cracked out, “I’m sorry, Ben. I love you. But I just can’t do this.”

Without another word or thought, Adrienne suddenly strode out the doorway, practically dragging Grace with her. The pair of them bumped Dawn in their hurry to get out of the house, and then moments later they were gone.

I sank to my knees on the floor, but I didn’t collapse. And kneeling there, feeling the splitting pain of hardwood biting into my kneecaps, I just closed my eyes, bent my head, and sobbed my heart out.