An Ordinary Teenage Sex Life 2

Chapter 17: Out of the Ashes

I awoke with my usual morning hard-on. My eyes were still closed, but I felt Adrienne’s presence before me. As my sense came alive, the fingers of my left hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming, 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.

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.

“Please stop.”

My eyes popped open and I jerked my head, now waking up completely and realizing the situation I was in. My left hand released her breast and my right pulled off her hip as I rocked my hips away from her ass. “Sorry, sorry,” I muttered and suppressed a disappointed groan.

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

“Every guy gets horny in the mornings,” I replied gently.

“But I feel like I’m neglecting you.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” 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. I’m here for you.”

She nodded and then started crying softly. I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the coming few minutes. This morning would be just like every morning for the past week.

It had all started with that phone call Adrienne got the night she and Brooke finally took me on together. Adrienne finally let herself have sex with a younger girl, and more importantly a little sister. Brooke acted out on her deep lust and idol worship of the gorgeous older girl. And I got my fantasy of nailing the both of them at the same time. We were on top of the world, and then everything came crashing down.

Adrienne’s father had been on a business trip in Seattle. It was just after 10pm when he and a colleague were crossing a street downtown after a late dinner when an off-duty cab blitzed around a blind right turn and crashed into both of them. A week later, the colleague was still in intensive care. Adrienne’s father had been pronounced dead at the scene.

There were no close relatives. Both her parents had been only children. Adam was supposed to have been an only child too, actually. Adrienne had been an unwanted accident seven years later. Anyways, the issue of custody would be moot soon; she would be turning eighteen in a few more weeks on June 21 and could be emancipated.

But there was still paperwork and the social worker assigned to the case had full records of Adrienne’s psychological history, including that she was currently in therapy. The state would feel much more comfortable knowing that there would be a family to take care of her, and that’s where we came in. My parents signed guardianship papers and Adrienne willingly became a ward of our family. It made perfect sense, since Adrienne hadn’t left our house since getting the phone call.

The night of the call, Adrienne had gone into shock. Brooke and I packed her up and brought her home with us. Mom’s initial displeasure at Brooke being out past curfew (and not telling her where she was) was washed away when Adrienne’s story came out. It took hours to get Adrienne calm enough to go to sleep, and that only when she was in my bed with me wrapped around her. My parents ordered me to leave the door open, out of consideration for the twins. I was fine with it. Sex was the last thing on my mind that night.

Adrienne didn’t go to school the next day or for the rest of the week for that matter. I, however, was ordered to keep attending, and my parents took turns taking half-days from work until me and Brooke got home from school, just to keep an eye on her. It wasn’t really necessary. She stayed in my room by herself and barely ate. At night, my parents fixed up Brandi’s bedroom for her after sending me and Brooke across the street to fetch some of her belongings. It didn’t matter much, she always slipped back into my bed after the twins went to sleep.

Our friends were of course, concerned. Heather, Lynne, and Candy came by immediately the next day. A few other cheerleaders and friends trickled by the rest of the week. Allie was there on Wednesday, taking over just holding Adrienne and rocking her gently, whispering encouragements in her ear. The rest of my core crew hung back until Friday afternoon, when they all came by with a big bouquet of flowers and well-wishes. Megan and Cassidy stayed late, sitting down and talking with Adrienne for hours up until dinnertime.

It was Kenny who first brought up how significant a change was our new legal situation. “So, your parents signed guardianship over her?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Someone had to take responsibility for her.”

“That makes her a part of your family, then.”

I waggled my head and smiled, feeling a warmth filling me inside. Adrienne… a part of my family. “Uh, yeah. I guess it does,” I grinned.

“Dude, doesn’t that mean your girlfriend is now your sister?”

I arched an eyebrow. I’d never really thought of it that way, and it rather turned me on. But I bit my lip, trying to conceal that line of thought from Kenny. “Huh, that’s a bit weird, isn’t it?”

Kenny just grinned. “Actually, it’s sorta kinky. Taboo and yet not, since she isn’t actually your sister.”

I shrugged and Kenny just clapped my shoulder. “Guess you can never break up with her now,” he chuckled.

I shook my head. I didn’t ever want to. I loved her. Adrienne needed me. I couldn’t imagine how that could ever change. But it was still a struggle. And with each passing day I was stressing out more and more.

Now I’d been in situations where I needed to comfort a loved one. Dawn had gotten drugged and date-raped of all things. But for some reason, her recovery was faster because she barely remembered the event itself and she felt more traumatized by the thought of losing me. Having me drive up to see her had negated some of that. Tumbling into bed and making wild, passionate love to reaffirm our relationship at the time had been the cure. And there was some justice and closure when Mark was put into juvenile hall. It was a one-shot incident where the bad guy was put away and she could move on.

Brooke’s little wanted but not quite wanted encounter with Drew and Marco wasn’t even as bad as Dawn’s. While she remembered it, my little sister ultimately chalked it up to a learning experience about getting involved with older bad boys. And she really just needed me for comfort and warmth just long enough to put it behind her.

Only my magical week with Summer MacIntosh gave me an idea on how to handle Adrienne’s melancholy. Then, her dumping boyfriend Jae was still around, where every sight of him brought back the freshness of her open wounds. Every time she lay in my arms she remembered that she wouldn’t get to have his arms anymore, the same way Adrienne could never again hope to have her dad hug her the way she deserved to be hugged. But even then, Summer had never fallen as deeply as Adrienne was now.

So I wasn’t prepared for the intensity and duration of Adrienne’s depression. While I understood that she was hurting, I was surprised by the severity of her grief. After all, Adrienne wasn’t particularly close to her father. She’d more or less raised herself since she was twelve, and based on my estimation, he was only home one week out of ten as it was. More than once she’d mentioned how she felt like she didn’t even HAVE a family, and that even when she hoped that someday in the future, her father would come to love her the way she truly wanted, she was always disappointed. And even just before she received the call, she’d complained about how alone she always felt.

It wasn’t until Thursday that I found out her complaint was what had been really bugging her. The mere fact that she’d wished aloud that her father would die and leave her alone was causing her no end of anguish and guilt, as if she’d been responsible for the accident. That guilt, on top of the knowledge that she’d lost any chance for parental reconciliation, was eating away at her inside. She’d lost the chance to get the family she’d always dreamed of and wanted, and no amount of loving support my family gave her would ever make up for the real parents and brother she’d lost. And unlike what happened with Dawn and Brooke, these were not one-shot events where the guys involved could be ignored and forgotten. This was death, and the permanence of it extended Adrienne’s mourning period.

At least Adrienne started to get better once she realized her extra guilt stemmed from that comment about wishing he’d die. She’d cried herself to sleep in my arms after an exhausting three hours and my parents didn’t bother trying to move her to Brandi’s room that night. I still left the door open, just in case the twins wandered by.

By the weekend, Adrienne was at least eating a little better and starting to interact with the rest of my family more. And I began to believe that with time, at least some of her wounds would heal.

And yeah, I hadn’t had sex for a week. But whenever I looked at Adrienne, I remembered her getting repeatedly raped and then impregnated by her older brother. I remembered her mother’s death in a drunken car crash. I remembered her desperate need to be in control of all her dating relationships and inability to fully trust any guy for her entire adolescence. I remembered how her one family member left, her father, ignored her and left her to fend for herself. And I remembered how that last family member had just been violently taken away.

I looked around my life: my loving parents and siblings, my friends, the Evanses, the girls I’d slept with, and my perfect little suburban existence where I wanted for nothing. And I decided that going without sex for a week was hardly something I couldn’t handle.

Still, on this Monday morning after Adrienne apologized for neglecting me, my morning wood was tenting my shorts. So once she got up and headed into the bathroom to take a shower, I let my imagination fill my mind with a vision of my naked girlfriend all wet and soapy beneath the warm spray of water. And with cock in hand and a waiting tissue, I cranked out a quick ejaculation.

And then I sighed. It was going to be a long day.

Adrienne drove in to school with me, her first day back after the previous week’s bereavement leave of absence. She probably could have stayed even longer and the school had told her she would still graduate even if she never returned, but Adrienne had insisted on at least showing up. Her teachers wouldn’t care if she wasn’t paying attention in class for these last couple of weeks, but she wanted to see her friends. They were the only family she’d had for years.

We walked up together, hand-in-hand. Heather and Lynne had been waiting for us and they immediately approached. Both girls hugged Adrienne and looked over her with concern. Lynne was even considerate enough to touch my arm and ask how I was holding up. I waved her off, insisting I was doing just fine.

Heather and Lynne had gone ahead and coordinated with the cheer squad. At least one of the girls would escort Adrienne to her next class or next break, making sure she was never alone. There were no more events and no more practices, so Adrienne’s Captain duties were no longer an issue. But the squad still banded together and rallied behind their leader.

But the first complication came when the first bell rang, warning everyone to get to class. Nadine Butler had arrived to take Adrienne to their shared first period, but my girlfriend refused to let go of my hand. I saw the wealth of pain in her eyes, and the fear of letting go of me. For an entire week, we’d barely been apart longer than it took to go to the bathroom. I was her rock. And she couldn’t bring herself to let go.

Compromising, I decided to escort Adrienne to her first period. Only then could she bring herself to let go of my hand, still nervously looking back at me every few seconds as Nadine took her to her seat. And once there, Adrienne nervously began to play with her hair, running her fingers through it and straightening it almost constantly.

But then the second bell rang, announcing the beginning of class, and cursing under my breath I turned and hurried across the campus to get to my own first period. Mr. Reyes did NOT look kindly on tardy students.

As unobtrusively as possible, I slid through the open door and hunched as I tried to tiptoe down to my seat. But Mr. Reyes heard me and spun from his position by the whiteboard. “You’re late, Ben.”

“Yes, sir. I know.”

“Go get a tardy slip from Administration.”

“But I had to escort Adrienne to her first period,” I tried to reason. Adrienne had Mr. Reyes for third period and he had to have been informed of her situation.

“Miss Dennis’ situation is not a reason for your tardiness, young man,” Mr. Reyes said sternly before turning around as if the discussion were finished.

“Yes it is!” I barked rather harshly, feeling my body flush with adrenaline. My hands clenched and I fought to take a deep breath. I’d never yelled at a teacher before. I guess I was rather more edgy than usual.

Mr. Reyes slowly turned in place, fixing me with a confused, but slightly angry look. His eyes narrowed but before he could speak, I just waved and turned back to the door. “Never mind.”

The clerk at Administration was much more understanding when I explained what had happened. She gave me the tardy slip to return to Mr. Reyes, but she told me she wouldn’t log the tardiness in my record. “Take care of that girl, young man,” she ordered.

“I will,” I promised. And then I left to get to class.

Between every set of periods on Monday, I sprinted across the campus to rendezvous with Adrienne as soon as possible. She was always with various cheerleaders, but she visibly warmed every time she saw me and immediately took my hand.

Heather and Lynne joined us at my crew’s lunch table. Everyone was friendly, if a little tense and careful with their words. And at the end of the day, Adrienne and I were both exhausted as we simply slumped together on the couch and took a nap together.

And so went our week: wake up, go to school, come home and cuddle. Eat, sleep, and start again. I always woke up with a hard-on in the morning, Adrienne’s lush body and my nocturnal dreams never failing to arouse me. And more than a few times I had to sneak a jerk-off session when she was in the shower or otherwise in the bathroom. I didn’t want her to know. I didn’t want her to burden herself with any more guilt than she already felt for her father.

At school, I stayed by Adrienne’s side and held her hand every possible moment. I ran myself ragged meeting her between every period, even if it was only for thirty seconds before I had to sprint to the opposite side of the school to get to my own class. I reminded her constantly that I was always there for her, even if I didn’t do so verbally. And by Friday afternoon, I was utterly and completely wiped out.

Relieved to have the school week over, Adrienne and I collapsed onto the couch in the family room together. Slung lower to the ground than an ordinary couch, it was also wide enough to fit two people comfortably side-by-side. I was lying next to the backrest, propped up at an angle, while Adrienne lay beside me, her left leg flung over me while she pillowed her head against my chest.

I was just starting to drop off to sleep when the doorbell rang, and both of us stirred. We glanced at the clock. Brooke was out with her friends and it was too early for the twins to be coming back home. But Adrienne just got a small smile on her face. “Why don’t you go answer the door? I’m going to go take a nap in Brandi’s room.”

The mention of my older sister’s bedroom got my attention. “Brandi’s room? Why?”

Adrienne just shrugged so I added. “Go ahead up to my room. I’ll see who’s at the door and then I’ll meet you in a minute.”

My grieving girlfriend gave me a mysterious look before nodding and then turning for the stairs. Even though it was such an emotional time and I knew she was still in pain, I couldn’t help but ogle Adrienne’s perfect ass as her hips swayed gently with every step away from me. It wasn’t my fault. I now hadn’t gotten laid in eleven days.

Now wasn’t the time. Someday, Adrienne would tell me when she was ready. But right now, she was too torn apart emotionally to ever be in the mood for sex, even the therapeutic kind of making love I really wanted to show her. Make-up sex to get over a fight or to reaffirm our commitment to each other was one thing. Sex after a death was a little more morbid.

So taking a deep breath, I pulled my eyes away from Adrienne’s ass and headed for the door. I peeked through the peephole and then pulled my head back in surprise. I opened the door and exclaimed, “Candy! Hey! What are you doing here?”

The beautiful, blue-eyed brunette with nice tits and piercing blue eyes smiled at me, clad in a pretty pink summer dress with a low cut top that highlighted her abundant cleavage and a very short hemline to highlight her shapely legs. Her hair was still cut short along her jawline, framing her model-pretty face while her ruby red lips puffed up enticingly. And without pause or explanation, she stepped forward, wrapped her arms behind my head, and planted a wet, juicy kiss on my lips.

The force of her attack pushed me back through the doorway and Candy kicked the door shut behind her. Her hands roamed along my back and shoulders as she breathed heavily through her nose while kissing me with a passion I’d forgotten in more than a week and a half. Automatically, I kissed her back with equal fervor, my body reacting to her sweet scent and sexual aggression. But then my mind kicked in and I grabbed Candy’s shoulder, jerking her away from me. “Candy! Candy! What the hell are you doing!”

With a sultry grin, the lovely 19-year-old replied, “Why, I’m here to cheer you up!”

“Good lord, Candy! Adrienne’s right upstairs!”

She fixed me with a lopsided grin, brushing her hair back from her cheeks. “Who do you think sent me over here?”

“What?”

Candy slid gracefully into my personal space, pressing her tits against my chest and dragging two fingers down my neckline while suggestively looking up into my eyes. “I’m here to take care of your… big… problem.”

My eyes flew open wide as I realized her implication. “Wait a minute—”

Candy didn’t wait a minute as she interrupted me by grabbing my head and kissing me again, rubbing her firm tits into my chest and trying to dry hump me through our clothes.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I jerked Candy back by her shoulders again.

“She feels bad for neglecting you, Ben. She knows you’re a loving boyfriend but you’re a very sexual person. And you have your needs. She can’t perform right now, but she doesn’t want to lose you over this. That’s where I come in!”

My eyebrows couldn’t get any higher. “But… but YOU’VE been seeing that… that guy at UCI!” I stammered, my brain locked up enough that I couldn’t spit out the guy’s name.

“That’s nothing serious, Ben,” Candy waved off my concern. “And besides, I won’t be the only one coming to visit you.”

“Wha—? Who?”

Candy giggled. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

This was all too much for me to process at once. I shook my head in a failed attempt to clear it and wound up just turning and sprinting for the stairs. My dick certainly wanted to bury itself inside of Candy’s willing body. But I’d been burned by my own assumptions too many times and I was NOT going to cheat on Adrienne or do anything behind her back. I raced for my room, of course not finding her there. Then rolling my eyes I moved a few feet over and burst through the closed door to Brandi’s bedroom.

Adrienne sat up, a sleepy smile on her face. “Candy here?”

“I’m here!” Candy chirped from behind me.

“Well what are you waiting for?” My girlfriend gestured to me. “Get in there and fuck her already!”

My jaw was on the floor and my eyes were wide as Candy simply grabbed my elbow and physically yanked me back before propelling me into my bedroom.

“This is gonna be fun!” Candy giggled as she closed my bedroom door and then dropped her summer dress to the floor.

Having sex again was nice.

No, I didn’t say that properly. Having sex again was niiice.

Candy was already out of her dress and bra by the time I’d picked my jaw up off the floor. I’d been ogling her swaying tits while she bent over to drop the thong panties to her ankles as well and my dick was threatening to burst out of my shorts.

The beautiful brunette had taken care of that problem by sitting me down on my bed and kneeling between my legs. The blowjob had been fast and furious, and after such a long period without anyone but myself handling my cock, my orgasm came in record time as I pumped a quart of spunk down Candy’s throat.

Several globs had dotted her lips and chin afterwards, and like a cat, Candy wiped herself up with the back of her right hand and licked her hand clean while the left continued jerking my rod up and down until she was ready to put her mouth on me once again and get me erect for the main course.

She’d then mounted me, bending over to rub her tits in my face while my hands gripped her hips and roughly piledrove her downward around my shaft. That had been a pretty fast sexual encounter as well. And only after I squirted her full of cum did my conscious mind finally come back to me.

Candy seemed to realize my new mental state as she propped herself above my face with her arms, smiling sweetly down at me while my dick slowly went limp inside her. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah.” It was as if a fog had been clouding my mind. It had slowly crept in over the past week, subtle enough that I hadn’t noticed it’s presence. But in the span of a couple of orgasms, that fog had blown completely away and only now could I open my eyes with full clarity.

“Hmph.” Candy gave me the lopsided grin. “You really DO need regular sex just to function.”

“And thank you for coming through for me,” I said warmly, pulling the pretty girl’s face to mine for a sweet kiss as my thumbs stroked her cheeks and our tongues danced playfully in each other’s mouth.

“Mmm… my pleasure,” Candy finally sighed when we pulled back for air.

“Really? I, uh…” I began nervously at her ‘my pleasure’ comment. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t really paying attention like I normally do.”

Candy’s eyebrows went up as a mirthful smile crossed her face. “No shit? That’s your idea of not paying attention? You really are a sexual-savant. I came twice in less than five minutes and you were pushing all my buttons just right.”

“Well then,” I grinned, brushing Candy’s hair back from her cheeks. “Why don’t I show you what I can do when I really focus on you.”

Candy just laughed as I rolled us over, pinning her hips to mine to keep myself from being dislodged from her tight pussy. I ducked my face into the crook of her neck, nibbling and sucking while she thrashed beneath me, feeling both ticklish and turned on by my roaming hands and nipping lips.

Her giggles turned to moans when I finally just latched onto a full, upright breast. I inhaled the nipple, swallowing her entire areola while drumming my thumbs against the firm titflesh. And every time the beautiful older girl gasped with delight, her pussy muscles clamped down around my cock, slowly milking me back to full hardness.

I was still roaming Candy’s upper body, nipping and kissing and tickling various erogenous zones she might not have even known she had, when I suddenly pulled my hips back and thrust forward powerfully. The sexy brunette’s eyes flew open in surprise and she groaned as she felt the full penetration, lifting her legs into the air as I started pistoning in and out of her.

Through experimentation, I’d figured out some of Candy’s triggers through our last few encounters, both during last year’s Spring Break and this year’s Winter Break. But now I figured I’d learned enough to totally blow Candy’s mind. Brushing her bangs back, I stared deeply into her sparkling blue eyes and grinned wickedly. “Are you ready to feel my total focus on you?”

Candy’s eyebrows raised up and I thought I saw actual fear in her irises. Perfect. This was gonna be fun.

Reaching down with my hands, I gripped underneath her thighs, using them to spread her enough for me to sink all the way into her clasping cunt and then wrap those shapely legs around my torso at just the angle I wanted while I set my knees at a properly supporting angle. Then my hands slid along her creamy skin until I was palming her ass.

And then I FUCKED her.

My hips drove powerfully in and out of her as if I was a big Detroit V-12 engine on a girl used to little Japanese 4-cylinders. I was able to glide smoothly and with almost no friction, her pussy saturated with our previous orgasms. Her entire body was jarred with each impact, actually launching her body up the mattress a few inches and off my dick; but I gripped her ass even tighter to yank her back in time to meet my next thrust.

I grunted with the exertion, but the sound of my own voice was drowned out by hers. “Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” Candy yelped with every thrust until she had enough presence of mind to exclaim, “Ho. Ly. Shit!”

After a few minutes of hovering over her, I set my forehead down on the mattress beside hers, concentrating my efforts on the rhythmic pounding while Candy managed to cross her ankles behind my ass in an attempt to just hold on for the ride, wrapping her arms behind my neck and wailing uncontrollably as I pounded her into submission.

“Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming! You’re making me cream on your fucking cock!” Candy wailed into my ear, tensing up as she gaped her mouth open in her familiar silent scream of climax. I slowed down after that, and she started panting for breath in relief, thinking that it was over. But the ride was about to change again.

I jerked my cock out of her and roughly flipped her over onto her stomach. And then while her mind still swirled in the aftermath of orgasm and confusion as to what was happening to her, I propped her ass up with her knees, notched myself behind her, and slammed my prick into her cunt from behind.

“WAAAH-OHHH!!!” Candy cried as she felt seven-and-three-quarter inches of thick manmeat abruptly stretching her channel again. My left hand snaked beneath her torso to grip a round tit while my right hand rubbed at her crotch. Using both as handholds, I jerked her body back against my penetrating rod as I fucked her just as powerfully as I’d been doing before.

“Motherfucking-bastard-fucking-FUCK!” Candy gutturally screamed in her dirty way, hanging her head down while attempting to merely endure the pounding I was giving her. “I’m cumming again you fucking asshole! Shit! Shit! AAUUGHHH!!!”

And this time, even when she crested into another climax on my rubbing fingers, I didn’t slow down.

“Fuuuuck… oh, please…” Candy whimpered when I powered my way through her climax, never letting up on the stimulation or the penetration. It was always when a girl started pleading that I knew she was primed for proper mind-blowing. “Please, Ben… Mercy…”

She relaxed just a bit when I slowed down my pumping and took my right hand off her clit. I moved that right hand up to briefly caress her right breast while my other hand still gripped her left breast. But then my right hand continued forward up the hollow of her throat before I hooked two fingers into her mouth, letting Candy pause to suckle my fingers and taste her own orgasmic nectar.

THEN I fucked her.

The assault came without warning. I went from zero to sixty in a single stroke, jerking Candy back by her left tit and also with my hand gripping her face. Her arms collapsed and her chest went down to the mattress while my dick held her ass aloft in the air. And without the mercy she’d asked for, I fucked rampantly through her spasming snatch, pistoning my cock into her with complete abandon.

Candy was a very vocal lover. She normally cursed and used every dirty word she could think of during sex. But this time she couldn’t quite form an intelligible word. “Fuuungh! Hohhh! Ungggh!” she grunted while I drilled her pussy from behind.

And finally… “Awwwwwwuuunnnnghhheeeeuuuccckkk!”

There was so much fluid in Candy’s cunt that I barely felt anything as I pistoned through her tight tunnel. But Candy was certainly feeling the constant stretching and contraction as I moved in and out, and when that final orgasm lit up her body, she clenched down so hard I couldn’t help but feel it myself. And I yanked my cock out just in time to start hosing down her ass, squirting several globs straight into her buttcrack as well as painting the back of her worn and abused pussy lips with my cum.

Candy’s wobbly knees gave out and she lay in a panting heap of flesh on my bed. I looked with some satisfaction at her creamy white skin dotted with even more creamy white jizz all over her ass and the backs of her thighs. And I settled back to sit on my own heels, catching my breath after pouring every ounce of energy into that fuck.

Yeah. Having sex again was niiice.

It turned out, Candy hadn’t only come by to get me laid. After we eventually recovered from our ordeal, which included quick individual showers, Candy pulled out her makeup kit and started dolling her face back up.

I went in to check on Adrienne, who was sleeping peacefully on Brandi’s old bed. Unwilling to wake her, I went back to my room and sat down on my bed just in time for Candy to bark at me. “What are you doing? Get dressed?”

“Dressed?”

“We’re going out!”

“Out?”

Rolling her eyes, the beautiful brunette gingerly walked over to me while muttering, “I won’t be able to walk straight all night because of you.” Then she put her fists against her hips and glared down at me. “I’m taking you out to dinner and then dancing! And no protests, it’s my treat.”

“Wait, wait, what?” Uncorking my cock for some stress-relief sex with a hot girl while my girlfriend took a nap was one thing, but I really didn’t like the idea of leaving Adrienne for the entire evening. She still needed me, and I said so to Candy.

The lovely girl sighed and folded her arms across her chest. “This is HER idea, Ben. Remember?”

“No. No. I’m not leaving her,” I insisted stubbornly as I got to my feet and marched over to Adrienne’s room. I probably shouldn’t have banged the door open again, but even after such glorious orgasms, I was still stressed out enough to feel some separation anxiety. Fortunately, Adrienne woke up from her light slumber as I barged in.

“Ben? What’s wrong?” she asked sleepily.

“I’m not leaving you,” I insisted.

Adrienne’s beautiful hazel eyes flicked to the doorway, where Candy stood and shrugged her shoulders helplessly. Then she returned her gaze to me. “Ben, that’s sweet. But you need to recharge. Sex is one thing. But you should get out of the house for a little while. You’re no use to me all wound up.”

“I’m no used to you when I’m not with you. And who’s supposed to be supporting whom?”

My loving girlfriend smiled softly. “I relax better when I know you’re happy. You won’t believe how easy it was for me to go to sleep when I heard you and Candy fucking up a storm through the wall. Now go. I’ll be fine. I’m going to hang out with the twins tonight. They’re so cute and they always make me feel better about the future.”

“Adrienne…” I whimpered while kneeling beside the bed.

“I love you, Ben. And it’s because I love you that I’m doing this for you.” Adrienne patted my cheek. “And it’s because you love me that you’ll do this for me.”

Sighing forlornly, I glanced back at Candy, who just looked admiringly at the two of us. “Weird relationship, huh?” the brunette giggled. “We all said you two were perfect for each other.”

“Go. Have fun.” Adrienne smiled. “Pretend she’s a hot babe who’s panties you’ll want to get into at the end of the night.”

“Fuck ‘pretend’,” Candy grinned. “You’d BETTER get into my panties at the end of the night.”

“Go, Ben.” She pulled my head to hers and kissed me softly. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

That night, when I finally crawled into bed and found that Adrienne was already waiting for me, she sighed and snuggled her face against my chest. Then she asked softly, “How many times did she get you off today?”

I had to think about that. Three in the afternoon and then twice more after our date. I replied, “Uh, five.”

“Still horny?”

“Uh, not really.” I was exhausted.

I could feel Adrienne smile. “Good.”

With most of my sexual tension gone, I was able to concentrate on my studying for the rest of the weekend. On Saturday, I left Adrienne to meet up with first Daniel and Elaine to prep for our Calculus BC final and then Cassidy, Allie, and Sung for our U.S. Government final. None of us were particularly worried since we were all graduating Seniors with our college choices already set. But we still wanted to at least have decent grades to finish off our High School careers.

It was a good thing we weren’t too stressed though. Sung was practically useless as he and Stephanie Vo were facing the end of their relationship as Stephanie was going off to Princeton while he was staying close to home at UC Irvine.

Sunday was more study groups. I met with Kenny, Allie, and Abbie for Spanish before meeting up with Megan, Elaine, and Emily Anderson for Physics.

And then Monday was finals. Adrienne had been coming out of her shell all weekend and actually gave some effort during her finals, even knowing that her grades were already assured. But doing so with minimal studying frazzled her a bit, and even though she said it was a good kind of frustration, being different than her previous weeks’ depression over the loss of her father.

Still, when we got back home, I offered to go down on her as a form of stress-relief. “Just eating you out. No sex. No pressure. I just want to make you happy,” I insisted.

Adrienne smiled and sighed. “That’s sweet, Ben. Really. But no. I’m not like you and I don’t NEED sex to relax. Besides…”

The doorbell rang right on cue.

Adrienne smiled and then finished her sentence, “… You’re already booked.”

Arching an eyebrow at my now live-in girlfriend, I went to answer the door, not even bothering to look through the peephole.

The raven-haired beauty with mesmerizing aqua eyes smiled at me, clad in shorts that barely reached her crotch to highlight her long legs and a nearly skin-tight cotton top that perfectly outlined her big tits. I just groaned in both arousal and resignation that once again, Adrienne was manipulating my sex life for me.

“Heyyy, Ben,” Heather grinned. “Ready for some finals stress-relief?” And without pause or explanation, the perky, horny teenager flung herself at me.

Heather barely made herself presentable by the time my family got home for dinner. In the span of three hours, she’d managed to get me off four times: once down her throat, once in her pussy, and once after thrusting my dick through her tightly-held tits until I hosed down her face and pulled back enough to paint her nipples. The last was then with my cock all the way up her ass as I sodomized her with the same force and intensity of the last time I’d buttfucked her during the Winter Break orgy.

In the end Heather just scrubbed her face and straightened her hair with her fingers before greeting my parents, saying how she’d been visiting with Adrienne and now had to get home. The gorgeous dark-haired teenager then waddled a little painfully out the front door, still sore after taking my big dick up her backdoor. I only hope my parents couldn’t quite tell she reeked of sex…

… or notice the cum drops still in her hair.

Tuesday after finals, I wasn’t too surprised to hear the doorbell ring not long after Adrienne and I got home. What WAS a big surprise was when I opened the door to find Helene McGregory standing outside, looking sexy as hell.

At first, I assumed Helene was visiting for some reason other than what Candy and Heather had visited for. After all, while Candy and Heather had been part of my girlfriend’s inner circle of friends, Helene and Adrienne had never been more than casual acquaintances.

Still, my assumption was blown out of the water when the platinum blonde stepped right into my arms, wrapped her long right leg around my waist, and proceeded to shove her tongue into the back of my throat. Inwardly, I actually rolled my eyes in disbelief, wondering what the hell Adrienne would have done if Brooke wasn’t scheduled to study with her friends or the twins weren’t scheduled to stay at their friend’s house all afternoon.

That afternoon, Helene showed off a marvelous flexibility I’d never had enough time to find out she had before. I’d been fucking her from behind while she braced herself against my desk when the beautiful teen raised up her right leg, lifting it higher and higher until she hooked it over my right shoulder and around the back of my neck. And I wound up fucking the green-eyed beauty in standing splits while she squeaked, “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

And yes, true to form, after I’d spunked my third load of the afternoon into her spasming pussy while I had my thumb imbedded up her ass, Helene once again passed out from too much pleasure. At least we finished early enough for her to get out of the house before anyone got home.

I found myself distracted on Wednesday during my last final. I was only an hour away from ending my High School career, but my mind kept drifting to that afternoon, wondering what the hell Adrienne would have in store for me. As far as I knew, she was already out of inner-circle friends. Mizuho had flown back to Cornell for a summer internship and while Lynne and I were friends, I knew it wasn’t the petite brunette’s style to come back and screw me in a situation like this.

I couldn’t imagine who Adrienne would dig up for the last day of school, AFTER all our finals were over. I tossed aside any thought of Anh, Marina, or Tara. A part of me secretly hoped it was just finally Adrienne’s turn to make love to me herself and signal that she was ready to rejoin the world. Or maybe she simply hadn’t line up anyone and I would be left to my own devices.

In retrospect, I should have figured it out. But I didn’t. So it was a complete and total surprise when Allie Sanders rang the doorbell after classes were over. “Hi, Ben,” my cute ex-girlfriend smiled at me.

“Allie! Hey!” Rather than previously letting these tall, gorgeous women step in and throw themselves at me, I lunged through the doorway and wrapped Allie up in a warm hug, picking her up and spinning her around excitedly.

Allie giggled musically and had a big smile on her face when I finally set her down on the porch. “You look surprised to see me,” she said knowingly. “Expecting someone else?”

“No, no. It’s just been a weird couple of days. So what brings you here?”

Allie fixed me with sardonic smile. “Same as everyone else.”

My eyebrows popped up and then Adrienne’s melodic voice sounded behind me. “You were hers first, Ben. If I hadn’t interfered, she would have gotten to keep you through today and beyond. It seemed only fair.”

I turned to see my girlfriend smiling at me, looking more peaceful than she had in a long time. Then Adrienne stepped up to me and kissed my cheek. “Make her scream a bit. It helps me sleep.” She smiled enigmatically and then went up the stairs.

Unlike the others, Allie and I didn’t jump into bed right away. We’d interacted a bit throughout the past few weeks within the crew or in our study groups. But I wanted to stop and talk to her about everything that had gone on in her life lately and where we were going in the future. She was really looking forward to majoring in Gender and Women’s Studies at Scripps, as well as being somewhat separated from her twin sister. Abbie would be very close by at Pomona College, just across the street; but for the first time in their lives, the two would be living apart and doing different things.

Of course, we being horny teenagers, our fond reminiscing about times past led us into remembering all the sexual adventures we’d gotten ourselves into. This led to kissing and kissing led to petting and petting led us back into my bedroom. We only made love twice. But both times were long and sweet and filled with tender affection as we said goodbye to each other with our souls as much as our bodies. There would still be Elaine’s end-of-the-year party on Friday, but this afternoon was just for Allie and me.

And yes, I made her scream a few times.

Thursday, Adrienne and I got to sleep in. Senior Finals were over, even though every other grade was still in school for two more days. That meant Adrienne and I had the run of the house and the freedom to go wherever the hell we wanted, which meant we wound up cuddling on the couch watching a movie.

Her mood had vastly improved in the past few days. Her last psychotherapist session on Thursday had seemed to go very well. Finals had given her something to focus on besides her grief. And now that finals were over, it was as if she’d forgotten why she was so depressed in the first place. Yes, she still was fully aware that her family had more or less been wiped out and that she could never really return home, but she was adjusting to her new life living with me and my family. I hadn’t needed to hold her as she cried herself to sleep in days.

It was strange how quickly we’d become domesticated to each other. For years and years, Adrienne was the gorgeous neighbor girl down the street, aloof and untouchable. We’d only started talking to each other once I got my growth spurt for my Junior year, and even when we briefly dated then, ours was a relationship typical of High School dating. We went out every Friday. We hung out at breaks and lunches. And that was really it.

But now, Adrienne felt like… family. I’d said it before, usually using the term as a way of reassuring her how much I and the rest of my clan loved her and didn’t mind her presence. But now she was living with us, helping my parents around the house, sleeping in my bed, and by my side 24/7. Hell, if you really want to get technical, since my parents had signed guardianship, she WAS a part of my family. She was like an adopted sister or something.

Her old house was on the real estate market, with proceeds going into her inheritance. There was no going back. She had nowhere else to go. Unlike every other girlfriend I’d had in my life, including pre-death Adrienne, there was no saying goodbye at the end of the night. There was no parting and then fondly wishing we could be reunited sooner rather than later. We ate together. We slept together. And Adrienne’s toothbrush was lined up on the bathroom sink right next to mine.

It was… different.

For a second, I wondered if this was how it might feel to be married to her. But the more I thought about that, the more I dismissed the notion. I imagined marriage to be a partnership, a sharing of responsibilities over each other’s lives. Living with Adrienne really was no different than living with Brandi or Brooke. Heck, in the last several weeks, I hadn’t even had sex with Adrienne. She really was more traditionally “sisterly” than anything.

And for the first time since we’d gotten together (again), I questioned the nature of our relationship. So mid-movie, I paused the DVD and hugged Adrienne from behind while she reclined against my chest, asking, “Adrienne, do you still want to be my girlfriend?”

She sat up abruptly and twisted her head around to face me. “What?”

I bit my lip and weighed my words, careful not to say anything that might upset her. Adrienne was as normal as I’d ever seen her since her father’s death, but I knew she was still emotionally fragile. But I had to know. “You know I’m here for you, any way you want me,” I said firmly, nodding my head for emphasis. “I guess I just want to know exactly how you want me. Things have changed. You seem very comfortable with my family now. And I guess I’m just wondering if you need me anymore.”

“What makes you think I don’t need you anymore?” Adrienne looked a little hurt. “I love you, Ben. I want nothing more than to be here, in your arms, all day.”

“Of course, of course,” I quickly reassured her. “And I’ll always be here to hold you. But that’s kind of what I’m wondering. Do you really want to be my girlfriend? Or…” I took a deep breath, readying myself to take the plunge. “Or do you want to be my sister?”

“What?”

“Just think about it, Adrienne. I’m here for you, and that won’t change. I still love you as much as ever. And given the choice, I still choose you over Dawn.” I nodded again for emphasis, not wanting to give her any cause for sadness.

Adrienne seemed to relax just a bit, but the crinkle in her forehead didn’t go away.

So I continued. “But we really haven’t done anything… boyfriend/girlfriend… in a long time. We haven’t gone on a date. We haven’t been having sex. It just feels a little…” I waggled my head. “It just feels like I’ve been treating you like a sister more than a girlfriend.”

“We kiss, Ben.”

“I kiss Brooke,” I shrugged.

“I just haven’t been feeling in the mood for sex, Ben. I know it’s not fair to you, but I’ve been trying to make up for it with my friends and—”

“And that’s fine,” I patted my hands against the air in a calming gesture. “I’m not complaining about going without and it’s absolutely incredible that you’re encouraging me to be with other girls.” I sighed. “But a girlfriend would get a little jealous. YOU got upset when I slept with Cassidy and Donna. But my sisters could care less. Again, this feels a little less ‘girlfriend’ and a little more… ‘sister’- ish.”

“But I’m doing it for you, Ben. I know you need the sex and it’s not fair for you to go without while I’m all fucked up. And, I guess we can go out on a date. But what’s the point? Getting to know you? Being alone together?”

“Getting to know, maybe not. Being alone… yeah. School’s out. Let’s go for a walk around the lake. Let’s go to dinner and dancing. You know the difference, Adrienne. You sent me out on a date with Candy.”

“Because I couldn’t myself.”

“Couldn’t? Or don’t feel the need to anymore? You’ve got me. I’m your rock, Adrienne. I’m here for you and if you become like one of my sisters, you can’t ever lose me. This is the perfect situation.”

Adrienne looked thoroughly confused. Her lower lip started quivering and I realized I was probably pushing her too much for her emotional condition. My eyes canted to the sides as I gave her the warmest, most reassuring expression I could manage. “I’m sorry, Adrienne. I don’t mean to dump this all on you,” I sighed as I leaned forward and wrapped her up in a big hug. “I love you… I love you…” I repeated comfortingly.

But Adrienne was a little stiff in my arms. She hugged me back, but tentatively. And when I pulled back she still had the confused expression on her face. Something in what I was saying was making her think and reconsider the nature of our relationship.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

It surprised us both and I shot a questioning look at Adrienne.

She shook her head in the negative and said, “I didn’t set anything up.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Maybe it’s a delivery man.” I got up and headed for the door. I peeked through the peephole, and then pulled my head back in surprise. I opened the door and in a slightly perplexed voice said, “Stephanie? What are you doing here?”

The beautiful, willowy Vietnamese-American babe smiled at me, clad in a short white skirt and trim pink polo shirt that showed off her long legs and skinny waist. Her jet black hair flowed in a sheer, silky curtain down her back. And her eyelashes batted prettily as she looked at me. “Hi, Ben. I, uh, actually… Is Adrienne here?”

“Adrienne? Uh, yeah, yeah… Sure. Come on in.” I gestured my pretty classmate inside, pointing her towards the family room and letting my eyes roam down her long legs as she stepped out of her flat shoes and then glided into the family room. Adrienne sat up in some confusion as she saw the Asian girl walking towards her.

“Hi, Adrienne,” Stephanie nodded in greeting. She glanced back at me for a second, and I was startled to see such an intense look of lust in my friend’s eyes before she turned back to my girlfriend and continued, “Can I talk to you? Uh, in private?” Stephanie glanced back at me again, the same look still in her eyes.

Adrienne didn’t seem to miss it as her own eyes narrowed slightly. But the blonde nodded and looked at me for a second and tilted her chin out.

I took the hint and said, “Uh, I’ll be in my room.” Feeling awkward, I then patted both hands against my thighs before turning around and heading upstairs. I was really curious as to what Stephanie was doing here, but I was also slightly annoyed. I was in the middle of a pretty serious discussion with Adrienne and I felt like I wouldn’t be able to relax until we came to some resolution.

It’s amazing how long a minute can seem when you’re anxious about something. Walking across the school, especially when you’re trying to make it to class on time, five minutes can pass in the blink of an eye. But a single minute, when you’ve got nothing to do but stare at the wall while waiting for SOMEONE to tell you what the hell is going on, can feel like an eternity.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

Six…

Seven…

Eight…

Nine…

Ten…

And on and on and on.

According to the clock, I waited for somewhere between six and seven minutes. And when the knock finally came at my bedroom door and I answered, “Come in”, it wasn’t who I was expecting.

“Hi, Ben,” Stephanie smiled at me as she slid into my bedroom and then turned around to softly close the door.

“Where’s Adrienne?” I asked.

Still with her back to me, Stephanie bowed her head until her forehead nearly touched the door, and she explained, “Adrienne said she needed some time to think.”

Then Stephanie slowly spun around, her hips canting and twisting as her upper body rotated more than her lower body. The movement profiled Stephanie’s tight ass in her white skirt and also showed off her body’s lithe slenderness, which only enhanced the look of her breasts, making them seem larger and more pronounced. But my gaze was right on Stephanie’s eyes. Her dark irises burned with the same undisguised lust I’d glimpsed downstairs. “One way or another,” Stephanie intoned in a husky voice. “I’m not to let you out of this room for at least an hour.”

There was no doubt what Stephanie had in mind and I took a deep breath, feeling my adrenaline surge as I let myself ogle her beautiful body. It was her beauty that had attracted me to her in the first place, spurring my decision to ask her out and leading us to date for all of three weeks when we were fifteen. Now here we were, 18-years-old and radically different people than we were then.

“We can stay in here longer if you’d like,” she added in a seductive tone.

“Steph…” I began slowly while she began walking towards me on the bed. She was crossing her steps over like a model, forcing her hips into an alluring sway. “Why are you doing this?”

“I told you at Prom, Ben. I’m curious about the Big Ben experience my little sister got but I missed out on. Now that Sung and I are splitting up, I’ve found my pussy getting wet more than once while thinking about you.” She reached the bed and started crawling onto it, first putting a knee and both hands on the bed as if stalking me like a jungle cat. “And when I heard on the grapevine that Adrienne was… hmm… inviting other girls into your bed, I decided it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.”

“It’s not that simple,” I sighed. “I love Adrienne.”

“I know you do. And I’m not here to take anything away from that. I asked her permission. She’s okay with what I want. And I think you are, too.” Stephanie’s hand found my erection, tenting the gray sweatshorts I was wearing around the house.

I groaned as her supple hand began to stroke me through the shorts. “Uh, that has a mind of it’s own, Steph.”

“Well it’s thinking what I’m thinking. And since we both seem to be on the same wavelength, I think we should get better acquainted,” she said in that soft, seductive tone that was driving me nuts.

“But Adrienne and I need to talk,” I made one final protest. “This is important to our relationship.”

“And she said she needs at least an hour to think, Ben.” Stephanie peeled down my shorts and boxers, freeing my erection into the air. She wrapped her hand around it again, pumping me firmly while she drew her face close to mine. And after making one last check of my eyes for any resistance, she pressed forward and planted a fierce kiss on me.

I remembered the kiss. It was firm and passionate, the patterns and roots ever so slightly familiar back to the three weeks we’d dated. But Stephanie’s technique had certainly improved and with a few simple swipes of her tongue and the firm pressure of her lips, she took my racing heartbeat and redlined it as she stimulated my arousal into full-blown desire for her. She knew she had me then. I wasn’t going to back out anymore.

But I did have one last objection. “I can’t do this to Sung.”

“I broke up with him yesterday, after class. I wanted a clean break and not drag it out over the summer.”

I just nodded slowly in acceptance, and Stephanie squeezed my cock, a delighted grin on her face. “You’ve had one Vo girl, Ben. Let me show you what big sis can do.” And then Stephanie bent over, inhaling my cock and swallowing me to the root. I gasped as I felt my cockhead bang into the entrance of her throat while her lips stretched wide around my shaft; and I groaned ecstatically when she began bobbing her head up and down rhythmically.

Sung had been a lucky sonovabitch; and I understood why he was so depressed he and Stephanie were splitting up. This girl knew how to give an AMAZING blowjob, and I wondered how my sexual education might have progressed differently if she and I hadn’t broken up those years ago.

Stephanie worked me over, clapping two delicate hands around my shaft, double-pumping me while her tongue danced on my mushroom head. When my hips bucked, she dropped her mouth back onto me, sucking powerfully as her head took over the same up and down and twisting motion her hands had been doing previously. I realized Stephanie’s goal was to get me off in her mouth, but I had other plans.

Before I blew, I reached down and hauled Stephanie up my body. At 5’5”, she wasn’t necessarily a small girl, but she was pretty skinny and didn’t weigh much as I lifted her off my cock and then turned to plant her on her back. She was still squealing when I yanked her polo shirt up and over her head and then unsnapped her bra while also jerking down her skirt.

Stephanie’s tits were actually pretty big for such a slender frame. They were quite firm and stood up proudly on her chest while capped with hard, very dark nipples. I lavished them both with my tongue once I got her stripped above the waist, and then my face meandered further south until I reached her white thong panties, stripping them firmly down her long, slender legs and then off her feet. Leaning back, I observed her for the moment. She was skinny enough that the bumps of her ribcage showed through her torso and her thighs clearly wouldn’t touch in the middle, even if her feet were pressed together. Stephanie’s was the kind of body that inspired me to simply bend and twist her into various pretzel shapes while I used and abused her body. And that’s exactly what I did for exactly the fifty-three minutes left before I was allowed to go down and find Adrienne.

After checking the clock, I started by diving my face back down into her muff. Stephanie had come seeking the Big Ben Experience, and I was going to give it to her. But I intended to even exceed her expectations, perhaps leaving her begging for mercy Helene-style.

She certainly came close after her third oral orgasm, beating her heels down on my back while I crested her over time and again, pleading with me to just get up and fill her already before she wore out completely.

I did as asked, but not until giving Stephanie a fourth oral orgasm within fifteen minutes, a climax that wiped out her remaining energy, leaving her a limp puddle of flesh on my bed. Only then did I get to my knees and raise both of her legs over my right shoulder. She was completely unresisting as I manhandled her into position. And she could only manage a strangled cry when I slotted my dick and pushed myself inside her.

“Ohhh-ohhhh-ohhhhhh,” Stephanie moaned constantly as I powered my cock in and out of her, squeezing those legs together to increase her tightness. After a few minutes of fucking her in that position, I dropped her left leg to the mattress and then moved myself to kneel astride it while keeping her right leg over my shoulder, fucking into her sideways and letting myself get even deeper inside her clenching pussy.

When I felt Stephanie approaching her next orgasm, I flipped her right leg over my head to my right shoulder, which left her body still helpless before me on her side, but this time slightly tilted upwards. I now had easy access with my right hands to grope like an animal at her perky tits, pinching the hard nipples before tickling my way down her belly-button and then dancing my fingers over her crotch.

I’d never learned to play the guitar, but I played Stephanie’s clit like a musical instrument while adding my thrusting cock in her cunt as a bass vibration, and as I increased my tempo, her moans increased in pitch and I took the pretty girl’s body into a crescendo of pleasure that climaxed with her shuddering in orgasm and screaming my name.

Taking her right ankle in my hand, I dropped her leg back onto the bed but up by her own right ear, putting Stephanie flat on her back once again. I then raised up her left leg, bending it backwards while she was still too wiped out from repeated orgasms to put up any resistance. I folded the slender teenager in half while sawing my dick in and out of her snatch with reckless abandon. And I used her cunt as a masturbatory tool to bring myself to the brink of orgasm.

At the moment of release, I jerked my cock out of her and humped my way up Stephanie’s stretched legs like they were rails. Then straddling the bottoms of her calves and pressing them downwards past her ears, I lifted her head up with my right hand and aimed my dick into her gaping open mouth. I pressed my cock against the entrance of her throat and closed her mouth around my shaft. And only then did I let fly with my heavy load of cock cream.

Stephanie had wanted me to cum in her mouth way in the beginning by trying to blowjob me to climax. She got my cum in the end, but she got it on my terms. And with her eyes tearing up with moisture from being completely overwhelmed by pleasure, she gamely drank down every drop before dropping her head back to the mattress and panting for oxygen. I stepped off her and let her drop her legs heavily to the bed, finally able to completely stretch herself out. And she gasped half in disbelief, “Holy FUCK!”

I knelt by the side of the bed, jacking my own dick to keep myself from going soft. And after two minutes of making sure I was still hard enough to sink myself back inside her, I rolled Stephanie’s still limp body onto her side and spooned myself behind her. And as I thrust my erect prick into her juicing slit from behind while wrapping my left arm beneath her to cup a firm boob, I grinned and nodded to the clock. “I’ve still got seventeen minutes.”

I actually spurted my second load into Stephanie’s pussy after sixteen minutes, knowing I’d need the extra minute to get up and find my shorts before leaving the bedroom. Stephanie didn’t seem to mind the short duration of our encounter. She lay on her side, curled in a fetal position with her eyes closed. She was drenched with sweat and had copious amounts of sperm leaking from her reddened pussy. And she was still whimpering in disbelief after I’d taken her to what I think was her ninth orgasm in less than an hour.

It wasn’t necessarily the way I wanted to end the morning with Stephanie. We were friends after all, and I’d still have to see her at Elaine’s party. But I had to see Adrienne and finish what we’d started. If necessary, I’d make it up to Stephanie some other time.

I found Adrienne right where I’d left her, on the couch in the family room. She looked up at me as I came down and her eyes flicked over to the clock. “You’re early.”

I checked the clock myself. “It’s been exactly an hour.”

Adrienne sighed. “I thought you’d be busy a little longer. Your sessions with the other girls were such marathons.”

“I’ve got something better to do right now.”

“If I’d hadn’t told her to keep you up there for at least an hour, would you have come down sooner?”

“Yes,” I said firmly.

“If I’d have let you come back downstairs immediately, would you have told Stephanie ‘no’ and come right down?”

“Yes.”

“You’d pass up sex with a beautiful girl you’ve always known but never banged?”

“Adrienne,” I sighed wearily. “How much more must I do to convince you I’ll choose YOU every time if you just let me.”

She set her jaw and exhaled audibly. She furrowed her eyebrows together, pinching her eyes shut as she dropped her face into her palm.

Concerned, I stepped forward and went to touch her just as she picked her head back up suddenly, inhaling deeply and staring at the ceiling while shaking her head as if in disbelief.

“I am such an idiot,” Adrienne sighed while still shaking her head at the ceiling.

“What?” I had NO idea what was going on.

Adrienne smirked and took a deep breath. “I just wasted a whole hour. I suppose it worked out good for you. And good for Stephanie. But I just wasted an hour wracking my brain and not remembering what you just told me.”

“What?” I was still confused.

“That you’ll always choose me. That you love me to pieces, Ben,” she smiled warmly at me while opening her arms to me.

Seizing the opportunity, I quickly stepped forward and hugged her fiercely. But the instant after Adrienne’s arms closed around my naked back she recoiled and I jerked myself away. “What?”

Adrienne wiped up her hands. “You’re all sweaty and you reek of sex. If you’re this bad, how’s Stephanie doing?”

I smirked. “Uh, probably wondering what bus just ran her over.”

“I’m wondering what bus got shoved up my pussy,” Stephanie grunted from behind me, leaning gingerly against the wall.

“You get what you wanted?” Adrienne smiled past me to Stephanie.

“A little more overwhelming than I expected. But yeah, I did,” Stephanie sighed, a thoroughly sexually satisfied expression on her face. “How about you? Did you figure out what you needed?”

“Yeah,” Adrienne smiled and pulled me down beside her, hugging me again, sweaty back and all. “I figured out that all I need is him.”

Stephanie smiled and nodded, and then Adrienne turned to hold my head in hers. “Okay, Ben. You got your girlfriend back.”

While Adrienne had decided she did want to be my girlfriend, she wasn’t ready to hop into bed with me just yet. “Our relationship is more than just sex, right, Ben?”

“Right,” I said reassuringly, before grinning wryly. “Just don’t keep me waiting TOO long.”

Adrienne blushed and nodded. “Let’s just find ourselves again for a couple of days, okay?”

We started by getting out of the house. Adrienne didn’t have to get to her weekly therapist appointment until 4pm, which gave us all afternoon to just be together. I took a shower while Adrienne put on her makeup. Then we dressed casually and headed out to lunch together.

Instead of just grabbing for the sake of putting off hunger for another few hours, we decided to go to a chain restaurant that had some good lunch specials, which gave us plenty of time to talk and flirt the way we used to. It helped that the hostess got us started by flirting with me and then our server flirting with Adrienne. Our playful mock jealousies put us in the right mood and we wound up having more of a boyfriend/girlfriend conversation while waiting for our food to arrive than we’d had over the past three weeks.

After lunch, I jokingly asked if Adrienne wanted to go to Disneyland. Instead, we strapped on our rollerblades and spun around the man-made lake, holding hands and trying not to crash whenever I threatened to toss Adrienne on top of the ducks. We were rolling past Ruby’s when Adrienne cocked an eyebrow at me and said, “Hey, we were doing all this back when you were dating Allie. Does that mean you were dating the both of us at the same time?”

I frowned. “Naw. It’s not a date unless both parties agree that it’s a date. Otherwise it’s just two people on rollerblades around a lake.”

“Riiight,” Adrienne drawled, not quite believing me. “A date’s a date. And if I catch you doing this with some other girl then I’ll—”

I cut her off with a kiss, which only lasted for a half-second before we nearly lost our wheels from under us and fell down. And after I steadied the both of us while Adrienne started laughing at our near disaster, I kissed her again and said, “At the very least, it shows you that even then, you were the one I always wanted.”

Adrienne just closed her eyes and kissed me again, this time making sure we stayed locked together for a good, long while.

It was good to be back.

That afternoon when I picked Adrienne up from her appointment, she commented on how her therapist thought her methods of keeping me happy were rather… unusual. That got me freaking out about just what she was telling her therapist, but Adrienne just laughed at the expression on my face and then said, “Relax. I didn’t tell her about you banging all my friends.”

Only slightly mollified, I asked, “What DID you tell her?”

“Just that when she asked how our relationship was going, I said it was much better now. She wanted to know what had changed in the last week and I said, ‘Oh, I just give him a blowjob whenever he looks upset.’ She actually dropped her pen! But she totally thinks I’m kidding.”

I looked goggle-eyed for a second before holding up my hand and counting with my fingers. “One, you knew we were having problems last week? And two, are you actually kidding or will you really give me that therapy?”

Adrienne giggled. “One, yes. I knew you were fraying around the edges doing everything you could for me. And I appreciate it. That’s why I set you up with all the girls. And two…” Adrienne’s grin was mischievous. “Just wait and find out…”

“You know, I’m feeling kinda upset right now,” I frowned theatrically and then head nodded towards my crotch.

Adrienne giggled, “Later. Later. I promise. If you’re REALLY upset.”

Good enough for me. I shifted the car into drive and took us home.

Friday we met up with everyone and went to the beach. It was a Senior tradition at our school to hit the beach while everyone else was on their last day of finals. It was also one of the last chances for all of us to be together before Graduation, with the day to be capped off by Elaine’s semi-annual party that night.

It was just as much fun as always. The girls were in their bikinis, Megan wearing the skimpiest one I’d ever seen her in and even Elaine opting for a thong bikini bottom, as if the two girls were announcing their ascendance to adulthood.

Stephanie was also flashing quite a bit of skin, wearing a bright orange bikini that enhanced her golden skin. When she first arrived and stripped off her clothes, she walked up to me with a sultry look on her face, bumped her hips rather obviously into mine and then continued walking past, forcing me to twist around to watch her go. My jaw dropped when I realized the bottom was a string bikini, with only a shoelace running across the back and another shoelace running between her cheeks, her tight, perky ass on full display. Three steps later, she stopped and turned around, grinning as she saw me with my mouth gaping open. And then she continued on to say hi to Thuy Tran and Emily Anderson.

Megan almost immediately appeared by my side. “You’re amazing, Ben. Me, Cassidy, Abbie, Allie, and now Stephanie. What, are you looking to nail Elaine before the night is over just so you can claim you screwed every girl in the crew?”

Elaine, coincidentally, was walking past us right at that moment, and she stopped in surprise while her eyes went wide in fear.

“Relax, relax,” Megan turned waved her friend down. “I’m just kidding.”

Elaine still looked at me with a little trepidation, and a hint of curiosity, before quickly scurrying away.

I grinned and then shrugged to my first-ever girlfriend, nodding my head across the beach to a pretty blonde. “I dunno. Since she and Kenny broke up, does Rachel Tyler still count?”

Megan just chuckled and shook her head. “Do whatever you’re going to do, Ben. I’m just going to go tell Stephanie to keep a lid on it unless she wants Sung to come over and challenge you to a deathmatch.”

She started to walk away, but first Cassidy came up to us with a wide-brimmed hat and white-linen shirt over her bikini to help protect her delicate skin. “Hey,” she said almost grumpily.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Megan asked before glancing around. “Where’s Cameron?”

“Not coming,” Cassidy grumbled. “I thought we were at least going to stay together through the summer, if not actually follow through on the long-distance thing we promised each other we’d try. Turns out, Cameron found some summer fling at his own school and they’re planning to screw each other silly every day from now until September.”

“Ohhh, I’m sorry, honey,” Megan stepped up to her best friend, wrapping up the taller redhead in a warm hug.

“Sorry, Freckles,” I added, reaching out and patting her shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Cassidy sighed when Megan stepped back. Her mouth twisted and she took a deep breath before grunting, “Hmm.” And then she rolled her bright green eyes up to me.

“What?” I asked, suddenly feeling like I was under the lens of a very powerful microscope.

“You know, Ben,” Cassidy drawled while her left hand went up to undo a few buttons on her linen shirt. “There’s a rumor going around about you and Adrienne being a little more… open… in your relationship than the last time around…” The cute redhead grinned at me while running her fingers up the now exposed expanse of skin from her collarbone down to the knot where the two halves of her blue bikini top came together, her nice C-cups on display.

“Whoa, whoa,” I held my hands up. First Stephanie and now Cassidy? Oh, this was spinning out of control.

Megan just laughed. “I think I’m going to go warn Steph and then find my man now. Good luck, Ben.” My cute first-ever girlfriend wiped her hands as if freeing herself from responsibility over anything that happened and then walked away, laughing and shaking her head.

Cassidy watched her go and then turned back to me, a mischievous smile on her face. “Now. Where did Adrienne go off to?”

As Adrienne was coming alive again from her self-imposed grief, she was also returning a bit to her attention-whore roots. She and Heather were sunning themselves while flat on their backs, wearing the skimpiest of barely-there twists of cloth and string. Candy was also skipping class to join in. And their tits were big enough that when you stood on the beach behind their heads, you could see right through the valley of their cleavage and under the cross-strap in front, forming a tunnel of heaven that every guy around wanted to travel. Fellow Seniors and random beachgoers alike would inevitably find themselves with excuses to pass by the girls and ogle their perfectly formed bodies.

They were also wearing hats or other sunshields to completely cover their faces, more or less leaving them completely blind, which only encouraged the guys (and a few girls) to approach even more closely to get a better look. I knew the girls were aware of the attention they were getting, and Candy even started giggling one time when she felt the close presence of someone straining to examine every bit of flesh possible.

Twenty minutes later, the girls then got up and started socializing, moving around as a pack to flirt with various groups of friends and acquaintances. It seemed the girls had made a game to try and read people’s faces and figure out if they’d just recently been one of those cruising by to ogle their spectacular bodies in the prime of youth. Adrienne for one was in full flirt-mode, giggling constantly and slapping guys on their arms or otherwise titillating them into paying her more and more compliments.

I didn’t mind Adrienne getting so much attention. In fact, the more attention she got throughout the day, the more I found her returning to me like an orbiting comet to hug, kiss, or otherwise rub herself against me. It was the most aroused I’d seen her in weeks and one of the kisses she gave me finally broke the nuclear barrier. And from the heat in her hazel eyes, I got the distinct impression that sometime that evening, whether at Elaine’s party or after, Adrienne and I would finally re-consummate our relationship.

I could barely wait.

But for her, I knew I would.

Hot dogs and burgers were grilled up for lunch to go along with coolers of sodas and water (and the occasional snuck beer). We Seniors partied together like we’d never see each other again after Graduation, and in many cases, we never would.

Later on, an Ultimate frisbee game got started up, Adrienne included. It was truly a pleasure to see her trying to run in the sand with those big tits bouncing up and down in a bikini clearly not meant to try and restrain them. And then one time, when Adrienne had the disc and waved for me to run, she deliberately tossed it over my head, sending me scrambling after it to fall unceremoniously into a group of blankets where Helene McGregory and friends were hanging out.

Blowing sand out of my face, I looked up at the unexpected sight of a smiling Helene, who grinned upside-down at me. “Heyyy, Ben.”

I picked my head up and shot a glance at Adrienne, who just smiled and laughed, and then made some sort of dogpile gesture with her hands.

My eyebrows shot up in alarm just in time for Helene, Anh Le, Marina Santos, and Tara Abbott to suddenly pounce on me, giggling and tickling and sneaking gropes in as well. I yelled in consternation at the eight hands jabbing all over my body, several of which not so subtly grabbed at my cock. Eventually the girls let me up, although I couldn’t leave before Helene suddenly grabbed my head and shoved her tongue down my throat.

“See ya around, Big Ben,” the platinum blonde grinned, her green eyes sparkling.

By four in the afternoon, Elaine Fukuhara and 50 of her closest friends were out back by the pool at her family’s mansion, celebrating our newfound freedom. It was over. Our High School careers were OVER.

On the surface, it seemed just like previous parties. Elaine had to shut down a couple guys trying to light up joints. There was lots of beer and some harder liquor being consumed. And there were plenty of bodies meandering around wearing very casual clothing.

Most of the guests had also been at the beach that morning, so there wasn’t much desire to hop in the pool now. Still, we hadn’t bothered to change between there and here, so almost every girl was still in a bikini and almost every guy was still in their board shorts, although some had gone home and changed in the interim.

It did seem to be much louder than previous years, however, with a few more people than normal and everyone in a much more social mood. Instead of small pockets of cliques hanging out by themselves carrying out quiet conversations, everyone was talking to everyone else. Guys, girls, friend, acquaintance, didn’t matter. This was the very last chance to party with our classmates. And from the heavy flirting going on, it seemed many of them would like to end their High School careers with a bang, literally.

Since we’d grilled at the beach, pizza was the dinner of choice tonight, although most had appetites for things other than food. That left me free to socialize instead of manning the grill, and by 8pm Adrienne and I found ourselves in a circle of chairs with some friends by the back patio.

Rachel Tyler was all over Derek Rigby, and the couple didn’t even bother trying to pry their lips off each other as they went through the sliding door and into the house, no doubt heading upstairs to find a bedroom. I was pretty sure the bedrooms would be getting quite the workout this evening. I flicked a glance over to Kenny, since Rachel was his ex-girlfriend, but he was too busy making out with Abbie to care.

Lynne cruised by just then, quite tipsy and giggly while carrying two red Solo cups. She handed one off to Adrienne and then sat down, nodding her head towards the door. “Wow A.D., I’m surprised you two aren’t in there already.”

Adrienne sipped her drink and looked at me through heavy-lidded eyes. “Everything in its time.”

“Well if YOU won’t, maybe I should,” Lynne giggled with a little burp in the middle of it, causing her to blush pink in mixed embarrassment and drunkenness.

“Hey! Get in line!” Cassidy called from two chairs down before giggling and leaning back to chat with Megan and Kaito.

“If you really want to, go right ahead,” Adrienne just nodded her head towards the door and gestured with her cup. She even grabbed my hand and stretched it across her body to put on top of Lynne’s.

Lynne immediately sobered a bit, clearly not expecting her bluff to be called. “Adrienne, I didn’t mean—”

“No, no. You’re my friend, Lynne. If you want and Ben’s willing, go right ahead,” Adrienne insisted.

But Lynne blinked several times. “But Adrienne… I KNOW you were planning for you and Ben tonight to—”

“Later, later. Not here. Not in one of Elaine’s guest rooms. When we get back home, I’ll want my man ALL to myself,” Adrienne furrowed her eyebrows and waved her friend off. “But here? Now? Pssht. It’s the last night, Lynne. You may never get this chance again. You want him, go have some fun.”

“Adrienne…” I started in. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to get laid. But I wanted HER. I’d wait for HER.

“It’s cool, Ben,” my girlfriend smiled at me. “I love you. I’ll always love you. But right here, right now, pick any three girls.” She sat up straight and started looking around at the collected females. Remarkably, conversations had died out all around us as people overheard what Adrienne was saying.

“Pick any three girls,” Adrienne continued. “Take them all upstairs at once and fuck their brains out. I’m fine. It’s just sex.” She giggled drunkenly. “Who do you want, Ben? Lynne? Cassidy? That’s two.”

Lynne’s eyebrows raised and her eyes met Cassidy’s. My redheaded second-ever girlfriend looked clearly interested but at the same time, felt a little uncomfortable with the situation. Coming by my house for a clandestine rendezvous was one thing. Going up with me and two other girls in full view of fifty people was something else interely. At least for her part, Lynne looked like she wasn’t taking the offer seriously at all.

“Adrienne, you’re drunk,” I took my girlfriend’s hand.

“Maybe.” She grinned, all teeth. “But I can still find it damn hot that my boyfriend can take on three chicks and still have enough for me later tonight. Works out pretty well for you, too. Am I the greatest girlfriend or what?”

I looked around, seeing the press of people who’d gotten closer. Some of them were just curious as to what the commotion was. Some of the girls were even profiling themselves to me, perhaps hoping I might choose one of them for this last over-the-top orgy before graduating tomorrow morning. But I knew what I wanted. I knew what I’d been waiting weeks for. And seriously, I said, “I just want you.”

“You’ll get me tonight, Ben. I promise. You can have them AND me,” Adrienne insisted. “Wouldn’t you love to be up there sinking your big dick into three tight pussies? Or do you really just want to hang out and chat with me down here for the next hour?”

“I’ll stay with you.”

“Really? Look at those tits, Tiger.” Adrienne tilted her chin out to indicate a trio of blondes all side-by-side-by-side, all wearing bikini tops that showed off their sizable cleavage. “I’m giving you my permission to show all three of them the Big Ben experience.”

“I choose you,” I said softly, squeezing her hand.

“Ben, you don’t have to—”

“I choose you,” I repeated more firmly. “If it’s just sitting here chatting, that’s fine with me.”

“Ben—”

“I love you, Adrienne.” I stared straight into her eyes, making the choice between sex and love. Adrienne and I hadn’t been intimate in a LONG time. And yeah, it’s not like I’d been going without in the interim. But enough was enough. Ever since she’d told me I was getting my girlfriend back after the whole Stephanie episode, I’d wanted no one but her.

The blondes to the side sagged in disappointment when they realized I was dead serious. Cassidy just nodded in agreement. And Lynne reached up to pat Adrienne on her shoulder.

My girlfriend simply started tearing up, setting her cup down and reaching her arms out to me, pulling my face to hers so we could meet for a beautiful, wonderful, slow-burn kiss.

Given the way things were going, I didn’t think Adrienne was going to demand monogamy from me anytime soon. But she had to know that right here, right now, all I truly wanted was her. And I’d choose her every time.

We pulled back for air, staring into each other’s eyes while the crowd around us started to disperse. Adrienne had tears of joy rolling down her cheeks, a confused look on her face. “I give you free reign to fuck anybody you want, Ben. I can’t believe you just passed up three girls for drunken sex the night before Graduation.”

“Believe it,” I said firmly. “Believe in me.”

“What if we don’t make love tonight?”

“Then I’ll wait even longer.”

Adrienne’s bright hazel irises turned golden, and her eyes darted left and right in mine, searching into my soul. Then in a soft but firm voice, she stated, “Well I don’t want to wait anymore. Let’s go home.”

I nodded and then leaned back, feeling the buzz still coursing through my veins. I’d been expecting to stay at Elaine’s house for another few hours to sober up, and I probably shouldn’t drive right away. And Adrienne was certainly in no better shape. So I looked around my friends and winced, “Uh, can anyone give us a ride home?”

Daniel at first looked ready to volunteer. He’d always been a good friend and as the co-host, he’d barely had anything to drink.

But Allie stepped up. “I’ll take you guys.” She smiled sweetly at Adrienne. “I owe her one anyways.”

Adrienne and I stumbled into the house, clearly still buzzing and clearly rather horny. Dad took one look at us and then gathered up the twins from the family room, saying in a dramatic voice, “Hey, let’s go out for ice cream!”

“Daaad,” Emma drawled. “We’re twelve. Not seven.”

“What? You don’t want ice cream?” He arched his eyebrow.

Eden and Emma looked at each other. “We didn’t say THAT.”

Mom picked up the cue and gestured to Brooke. “Come on, Brooke. Let’s go.”

“I’m fine, Mom,” Brooke replied, her eyes sizzling into mine. Either my little sister was imagining a repeat with me and Adrienne or at the very least, she seemed interested in masturbating outside the door.

But Mom wasn’t letting her off the hook. “Brooke!” she ordered sharply.

“Fine,” my 16-year-old sister rolled her eyes and got up. She passed by us while getting her shoes, drawling in a voice dripping with sensuality, “You guys are home early…”

I ignored them all and dutifully stayed in place, waving to my family as they left.

“Bring us some mint chip!” Adrienne called.

Mom was the last one into the garage and she nodded, then lowered her voice and said, “You’ve got an hour at the most.”

Adrienne nodded. And once the door closed, she then yanked on my arm so hard I thought she dislocated it. In any case, we were racing up the stairs to my bedroom, Adrienne hurriedly ripping off her T-shirt and untying her bikini top while I was doing the worm dance wriggling out of my own clothes.

Drunk or not, somehow Adrienne beat me in undressing and I soon found her shoving me back onto my bed, my legs below the knees hanging off the edge while Adrienne finished jerking down my shorts and ripping them off my ankles. And then for the first time in WEEKS, my cock was embedded inside the hot, moist mouth of the greatest blowjob queen I’d ever met.

And Adrienne didn’t just stop at blowing me. She worked my dick like a priceless sculpture for a bit, feeling every vein and bump with her fingers as she pumped me in her hands. And after deep-throating me a few times just to make sure I was absolutely rock hard despite the alcohol futzing up my circulatory system, she leaned forward and wrapped those magnificent breasts around my shaft, enveloping me in such heavenly warmth and humping her own chest up and down my cock while continuing to suckle the head.

I realized then how much of a roller coaster our relationship had always been: seduction, cheating, together, nottogether, love, hate, commitment phobias, and even a death in the family. We were forever being brought together and pulled apart. The pulling apart times sucked beyond belief, and not in the way Adrienne was currently sucking.

But that made the reuniting times so much the better. My physical needs had been well-taken care of the past week. But the emotional and mental stimulation and relief at having my beautiful Adrienne lovingly worshipping at my altar to the God of Fertility after so long had me threatening to blow wayyy too soon. My hands tightened in her hair and I grunted, “Adrienne!” while pinching down on my inner muscles in a desperate attempt to hold my orgasm at bay.

“Let it go, Ben,” Adrienne said softly while continuing to fuck me with her glorious breasts. “I’ve been dying inside to taste you again. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Ohhhwaaaagh!” I groaned as I felt my balls evacuating. Adrienne pumped my shaft with her tits just twice more before the head split apart at the delta of her cleavage. I sprayed the upper slopes of her chest with my first blast, but then with my dick still nestled in her boobs, the stunningly gorgeous blonde teenager bent over and took my head into her mouth, drinking down the rest of my cum while continuing to massage my cock by massaging her own tits. And she kept it up until I’d fired my last wad, with absolutely nothing left to give… for now.

Adrienne had been holding her body at an odd crouch in order to titfuck me. Now that I was done she stood up and turned around to sit beside me on the bed, dropping her head back to swallow the last few bits of cum. She leaned back with her arms to prop herself upright, stretching her neck out and sighing happily at her first sexual act in weeks.

I admired Adrienne’s naked beauty for a few moments, wonderfully sated after my great ejaculation. But I was also filled with the passionate love I felt for this wonderful young woman who’d been through so much pain and suffering and still came through with sweet adoration for me. I undercut one of her arms, sending her off-balance but being right there to catch her as she fell to the bed in my arms. I rolled on top of her, slipping my hands into hers and intertwining our fingers together as I brought both our arms up above her head. And when I had her suitably pinned beneath me, I pressed my lips to hers and slid my tongue into her mouth, comfortably ignoring my own flavor and instead, focusing entirely on giving Adrienne my most passionate and loving kiss.

After firmly gesturing with our joined hands that I wanted Adrienne to leave her arms stretched across the bed above her, I kissed and nibbled my way down her spectacular torso, heading south to return the favor of blissful pleasure. Of course, I had to detour at her breasts, unable to resist the incredible mounds. But eventually I worked my way through a few more erogenous zones and came down to the freshly shaven object of my desire.

Adrienne only managed to keep her hands above her for about thirty seconds. After that, she forgot my original directive and just HAD to snake her fingers into my hair as I worked over her pussy with my expert tongue. She was an easily aroused multi-orgasmic creature, and I the sexual savant. And together we were capable of INCREDIBLE things.

We proved it that night, even though we had less than an hour. We only had time for one sex session, but we certainly packed it with pleasure.

I made Adrienne cum twice on my tongue and fingers, the second time with my left index finger wriggling through her anus while I buried two of my right fingers into her twat. After that, she pulled me up by my hair, kissed me with surprising gentleness, and then whispered, “Take me to heaven, Tiger.”

We found our zone. We reached our sexual nirvana, our Zen state, whatever you want to call it. I understood where she wanted me to touch her and with how much pressure. I understood exactly what she needed for me to bring her the greatest amount of pleasure. And I understood just how forcefully she wanted me to thrust into her willing pussy.

Perhaps the most stunningly beautiful girl I’d ever met was clutching me tightly to her body, cooing in my ear how wonderful I was making her feel. “Fuck me, Ben… Fuck me,” she drawled in a husky voice. “Take me… Deeper… So good!”

My mind was transported back to another place and time, back to when our relationship had first begun out of the ashes of my failed relationships with Megan and Cassidy. I remembered what it was like to make love to Adrienne then. How at the time, it was the greatest sexual experience of my life.

Like a smoothly oiled piston I moved in and out of the my lover’s tight tunnel, ramming her without mercy and yet feeling like we were tenderly making love. Her hands rubbed the muscles of my back as they flexed and tightened in our fucking motions. Her legs hooked around my thighs, her toes straining downwards as an indicator of the force she was putting into her own hips, driving up to meet my every thrust.

I fucked Adrienne tirelessly. Over and over I pounded her without slowing. My heartbeat remained steady despite the exertion, and the sweat soon began running off both our bodies as we energetically flung ourselves at each other, lost in the delirium of madly passionate sex.

I grunted in harmony as Adrienne’s voice escalated in tone and pitch while she cried, “Fuck me! Pound me! Unngh!” The metronomic rhythm of our panting just a bass soundtrack to the melody of her ecstatic cries.

Adrienne came first, her body clenching up while I continued to rut into her cunt without pause. I watched the golden twinkling light in her hazel eyes as she came, and the way her white teeth sparkled as she gaped her mouth open to cry out. I sensed the subtle shudders in her arms as the orgasm swept through her body, and felt the sudden flush of lubrication at our joining to help smoothen our motions.

The second time she came, I remembered that I had to dig just a bit deeper to keep pumping through her incredibly tight pussy as she spasmed with pure physical delight. I watched her eyes roll back in her head as she seemed on the verge of passing out, but just barely managed to ride out her orgasm before going limp beneath me, her hips twitching spasmodically as I didn’t let up at all on assaulting her pleasure centers with my rod and my pelvis.

The third time she came, I blasted my load as well. I’d been pounding non-stop without a break or slowing down. But all of a sudden I felt my breath begin to give out as my lungs reached their limit of hyperventilation. This was our limit. This was the peak and ending of Adrienne’s and my magical orgasmic encounter. I felt various parts of my body going numb and my hip thrusts suddenly became hip rotations as the strength in my legs gave out. And all I could keep doing was hump my pelvis directly against Adrienne’s clit.

That was all she needed to cum again, her eyes rolling back up into her head while her arms and limbs began to twitch uncontrollably. And as I felt my own orgasm exploding out of my body, liquid fire pouring out of my prick, I also felt every other part of me going into emergency shut down lest I overheat and die.

By the time I fired my second volley into Adrienne’s womb, I was aware of only two things: the rawness of my throat as my orgasmic scream joined with hers, and the unbelievable ecstasy and relief as my prick spurted what felt like gallons of sperm into her yielding body. Every other part of me had already gone dark, leaving no sensations possible except for the brilliant nova of my ejaculation.

It was the greatest cum of my life then. And it was equal if not better now. Out of the ashes of Adrienne’s great sadness, we had found each other and made our lives together even happier than before.

And just before the darkness of unconsciousness covered my vision, both from alcohol and pleasure overload, I saw Adrienne’s eyes close and her head flop to the side as she passed out. And then as my body collapsed, crushing her voluminous breasts against me, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the bliss of sleep.