An Ordinary Teenage Sex Life 2

Chapter 8: Control

“Ben! Ben!”

I awoke on Monday morning to find my mom shaking me.

“Wake up! You’re going to be late for school!”

Groaning, I managed to pry my eyelids open, feeling the tug of my eye boogers trying to weld them shut. Automatically, I rolled in bed and peeked with one eye to my clock, noting the hour. “Ah, shit.”

“Watch your language, young man,” Mom scolded.

“Yes’m,” I nodded and started doing a pushup to lift myself off the bed. Mom sighed and then left the room. And the instant the door closed my arms collapsed, dropping me back down to the mattress where I rolled to the side and reached my arms out, miming the act of spooning behind Dawn.

My arms ached, not from weariness but because Dawn wasn’t there anymore. For the past two nights I’d gotten to hold her, fall asleep with her fragrance in my nostrils. And now I didn’t know if I’d ever get to do it again.

She promised we’d be together again. I wanted to believe her. But this morning, all alone and hundreds of miles away while she was doing who knew what with Ryan, it was hard to believe.

I sniffled away the first few tears that started rolling down my cheeks; I wasn’t a crier. And then slowly picking myself up and out of bed, I got ready for school.

“So how was your date with Kenta?” I asked Brooke on the drive to school. I hadn’t been in a talking mood after flying home last night, pretty much eating dinner and then secluding myself in my room, thinking about Dawn until I passed out.

My little sister blushed beet red, a naughty little smile on her face. “Promise you won’t be mad?”

I knew. I gave her a warm smile and asked, “Did you two have sex?”

“Yeah…” Brooke sighed happily, practically melting into her seat. “It was beautiful…”

I reached out and patted her knee. “I’m happy for you.” A sudden wave of emotion seized me, and I sniffled and started fighting back the next set of tears that started rolling down my cheek. It was the cosmic circle of life. One relationship dies, and another springs up somewhere else. “Real happy for you…”

“Ben?” Brooke keyed in on my emotional state. She’d probably seen me cry perhaps twice in her entire memory. Her voice suddenly became concerned. “Ben, what’s wrong? Are you upset that I’m dating someone else? Ben, I really don’t mean to hurt you. You know—”

“No, no,” I interrupted and wiped away the tear. “It’s not about you. Really, Brooke. I’m happy for you. You just make damn sure he respects you more than Perry did, understand?”

“I know. I learned from that mistake. Besides, I’ve already slept with him. What more can he pressure me for?”

I sighed, “You’d be surprised.”

“Ben, what’s wrong?” My bratty little sister had never sounded to sympathetic before. “Did something happen with you and Dawn over the weekend?”

I winced and shook so hard that Brooke shrieked when I suddenly jerked the wheel and pulled over to the curb, concentrating just long enough to put the car in park and turn on the flashers before breaking down in terrible, wracking sobs. I folded my arms over the top of the steering wheel and put my head down, unable to stop myself from shaking and sobbing like a little baby.

After a minute or two I realized that Brooke was gently stroking my back. I really didn’t want to hear any hollow platitudes or encouragements that it would be alright. But Brooke didn’t offer any. Instead, in a quiet, plaintive voice she whimpered, “Ben, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?”

The sound of my little sister’s frightened voice snapped me out of my mini-funk. The big brother protective instinct kicked in and I sat up quickly, taking a deep breath and then letting out a very long, long exhalation while wiping my eyes. “Uh, sorry, sorry.”

“Ben, did you and Dawn break up?”

“Yeah,” I sighed and gritted my teeth, willing myself not to start crying again.

“Why? Doesn’t she love you?”

“Yeah, yeah, she does.”

“Did you do something stupid again?”

“No!” I rolled my eyes and shot daggers at Brooke. But then I thought of giving Dawn up. That WAS pretty stupid, wasn’t it? “Well… I mean, no, I didn’t cheat or go behind her back or do anything like that. But…” I took a deep breath. “I let her go. She was miserable without me and craving some attention. We both have been. Spending this much time apart has been really hard.”

“Oh,” Brooke said quietly and digested that.

“So we decided to take a break for the rest of the year and then see how things are going next summer. The plan is to get back together then.”

Brooke blinked rapidly. “But what if things change? What if you fall in love with other people?”

My jaw started quivering and my tear ducts threatened to start pouring once again. Almost shivering, I managed to croak, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

After a few more minutes of Brooke talking me down, I managed to pull things together enough to get us to school. But the delay on the side of the road coupled with my late start in the morning meant we’d have to rush to get to class on time. I dropped off Brooke at the curb and then headed for the very back of the student parking lot. Then I had to sprint to my first period.

Adrienne came and found me during the morning break after second period. She took one look at me and then practically vaulted herself into my arms. Hugging me fiercely, she cooed, “Ben! There you are!”

Still in pain and feeling lonely after losing Dawn, I practically melted into Adrienne’s embrace. It felt SOOO good to be hugged like this and I felt my eyes threatening to tear up again. I moaned in mixed sadness and relief and clutched Adrienne tightly. She hummed happily feeling how hard I was squeezing her back.

“Aww, you miss me, Ben?” she said brightly, her cheek pressed to mine as she looked over my shoulder.

I just sniffled and nodded my head yes.

Adrienne giggled. “Or maybe you’d like to pick up right where we left off?”

The flirty musicality of her voice reminded me of just where we’d left off, the last time I’d seen Adrienne. It had just been the past Thursday, after Thanksgiving Dinner. Arousal and desire had led us into bed together where Adrienne offered me everything. And while I hadn’t gone so far as to have sex with her, she’d blown me to orgasm and then I’d eaten her out to two of her own before sending her away. The prospect of sex did excite me, but the whole memory reminded me of how I’d been saving myself for Dawn. And the memory of Dawn was NOT helping my emotional mood.

Still giggling, Adrienne started to pull herself back. “Mmm… maybe we can take advantage of—” Her voice abruptly cut off as she saw my face. “Ben? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” she asked in an anxious tone.

I furrowed my eyebrows and sighed.

Adrienne intuitively figured it out. Men are pretty simple creatures. There are only so many things that can affect us emotionally this way. And like Brooke, Adrienne knew there was really only ONE thing that could affect me this way. “Did something happen with you and your girlfriend?”

I exhaled and looked at Adrienne intensely. For all the complications in our relationship, I did consider her a friend and truly, for the past several weeks, she’d been my closest friend. “Look, I’d rather this didn’t get spread around.”

“Okay.”

I took a deep breath, looked Adrienne in the eye, and informed her, “Dawn and I decided to take a break. The long-distance thing was just too hard.”

[gasp] [gasp]

The whoosh of air from off to my left caught my attention and I quickly turned to see Maddie Chung and Nadine Butler quickly walking away from us, whispering excitedly. They’d just overheard my statement and the gasps had come from them.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. This was high school. I was sure everyone would know soon enough.

At first I was afraid Adrienne would see my breakup with Dawn as a chance to re-start a relationship with me. But somewhat unexpectedly, she didn’t make any moves and instead actually toned down her flirting with me. That break, she walked me to my next class. At lunch, she kept her mouth shut when my other friends asked why I was in a funky mood. And after school, she followed me home, walked me into my bedroom, and then ordered me to vent all my emotions.

At first I felt a little weird about it. After all, it’s not often a guy talks out his relationship problems with an ex-girlfriend. Actually, most guys don’t talk about their relationship problems with anyone. I was Kenny’s best friend and we’d never had a single deep conversation about love or romance. But I actually had done some confessing before, with Keira. And after a herky-jerky start, I started to spill to Adrienne.

She already knew about some of my relationship issues with Dawn. Before, I’d explained our background and history and even told her that we’d agreed to an open relationship. But now I vented to Adrienne about the long-distance loneliness and the lack of a constant physical presence. I explained about how Dawn was getting a lot of male attention and there was a really good guy pursuing her. And I talked about giving Dawn the chance to explore a real relationship with someone other than me. I was breaking up with her because I loved her so much and because she clearly had feelings for this guy. And now I was paying the price.

Initially, I planned to hold back a bit. Some of the details were private, things that Adrienne didn’t really need to know. But as time went on and on and Adrienne alternated listening attentively and asking insightful questions, I found myself just letting loose and spilling everything.

I even talked about Adrienne to Adrienne herself, explaining how I still had feelings for her and was supremely attracted to her, but that I didn’t want to hurt her because I couldn’t give her the relationship she wanted. Barely a day removed from my Dawn, I was still in love with my now ex-girlfriend.

And when it was all over, my emotions drained, I sighed with great relief. I’d released all my bottled-up pain.

“Feel better?” Adrienne asked.

“Yeah, actually. Thanks, A.D.” I sighed.

A little smile came to Adrienne’s face. Her eyes popped open in wonder and I watched her cheeks rising upwards as the smile became a full-blown grin.

“What?” I queried in confusion.

Adrienne giggled. “You just called me A.D.”

My eyes popped open. My association with the nickname was that of “All-Day Adrienne,” which was somewhat derogatorily sexual. “Oh, uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“No, no. I like it, Ben. I mean, I know the way some people use it but my closest friends call me A.D.” She smiled. “Candy, Mizu, Lynne, the rest. I liked hearing you say it. It means you’re finally thinking of me as a real friend.”

“I do,” I said earnestly. I looked down nervously, thinking of some of the other things I’d just admitted to her, specifically my attraction. “I, uh, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable with some of the things I said about you.”

Adrienne laughed and waved me off. “No, no, don’t worry about it. If you weren’t still physically attracted to me it’d hurt my feelings. You’re a guy. The sexual tension stuff is inevitable.” The gorgeous blonde ran her own hands across her boner-inducing body with a little grin. Then she sighed and then looked down. “Besides, you’ve still got to deal with me being a little in love with you.”

I bit my lip and raised my eyebrows. “Yeah, about that. Adrienne, I’m sooo not ready to—”

“I know,” she interrupted.

I paused and then started again, “I could really just use a friend right now.”

“And I want to be your friend, Ben. Really.” She smiled, reaching over and squeezing my hand.

I smiled, turning my hand over and squeezing back. “Thanks, A.D.”

That evening, I told my family that Dawn and I had decided to take a break. The twins were suitably saddened but immediately perked up when I told them the plan was to get together again in the summer. They instantly dismissed the whole breakup thing as ‘typical’ since in their minds, Dawn and I broke up and got back together EVERY summer as it was. According to the twins, we’d been dating off and on since we were their age. And I had to admit, their point of view and relaxed attitude about the situation encouraged me that things would be alright in the end.

Brooke, of course, already knew. But to my surprise, so did my parents. Dawn had told her mom who of course told my mom, who then told my dad. The three of them were mildly saddened. But Mom was pragmatic about it all, saying that we WERE only seventeen and that it wasn’t like Dawn and I wouldn’t be friends forever. She said it was probably for the best that we both stretch our wings a bit before settling down.

Buoyed by my family’s encouragement, Tuesday I was a little less depressed, although still not yet at my usual level of sociability. However, word of my breakup with Dawn HAD gotten out amongst my classmates.

One time, I was coming out of the bathroom when I overheard two Senior-class girls chatting next to a trash can. “Guess who’s back in circulation?” Girl One giggled with her back to me.

Girl Two gave her a blank look and Girl One exclaimed in a whispered, excited voice, “Ben —!”

The sound of my name got my attention and I turned my head sharply, arching one eyebrow. Girl Two saw me and her eyes got real big.

Girl One, oblivious to my presence kept chattering, “He broke up with his girlfriend from San Francisco or something and he’s available again! He’s sooo cute and you’ve heard the rumors about what he can do in the bedroom. I mean, he’s not even dating Adrienne Dennis anymore but she’s been following him around like a—”

“Hi, Ben!” Girl Two exclaimed as she suddenly stopped trying to shush her friend with hand gestures and stepped to the side to greet me.

Girl One just went rigidly still, her back to me while Girl Two fought to maintain a plastic smile.

I just grinned and said charmingly, “Ladies…” before continuing on my way. I had to admit, knowing the opinion of me in the hallways was nice. But I’d gotten used to not being bothered by random girls and in my current state of mourning for Dawn, I wasn’t really looking forward to unwanted female attention. I’d rather just be left alone.

So for the rest of the day, I stayed close to my friends while radiating “Get the fuck away from me” signals to just about everyone else. My friends understood that I wasn’t feeling my best, even though they’d never met Dawn and therefore couldn’t really help me beyond the usual encouragements that I’d be alright. And it was Adrienne, of all people, who got them organized around me.

Adrienne explained that girls, in general, had a much more difficult time coming on to a guy when he had other girls with him. For example, girls wouldn’t have a problem approaching me if I was walking around with Kenny. But no girl in school would try to come flirt with me while Adrienne was by my side. So while no formal ‘rotation’ or anything was set, Adrienne, Lynne, Heather, Megan, Cassidy, Stephanie, and the Sanders Twins went out of their way to hang around me or walk with me to class whenever it was more or less on the way. Even Elaine stuck around from time to time.

And between the girls’ constant presence and my general attitude, I managed to keep from having anyone hit on me… too much. All I wanted to do was go to class, eat my lunch, and go home.

And for a couple of weeks, that’s all I did.

It was a Wednesday when I found myself alone during the morning break. Cassidy usually walked with me from second period to my crew’s hangout spot, but Cameron called her cell phone and Freckles stepped over to a private area to chat with her boyfriend.

And so I was alone when I heard a flirty, “Heyyy, Ben,” sound off to my left. I glanced over just in time to brace myself as a very pretty Asian girl bumped her hip into mine, knocking me off balance for a brief second. My eyes ran down her slender figure, almost curveless with narrow hips and an elongated torso. Flared jeans made her seem even skinnier and the skintight, pastel pink quarter-sleeved top hugged her almost toothpick arms. A long neck and dangling earrings highlighted the approach to her narrow face with high cheekbones. Her dark, lustrous hair was both silky and shimmery. And her big almond eyes with long eyelashes fixed engagingly on mine. At once she looked both delicate and beautiful.

“Hey, Maddie,” I answered neutrally.

“You’re looking good today. Much better than you’ve been the past couple of weeks or so.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Is that a compliment or an insult?”

Maddie laughed musically and slapped my shoulder. “Just an observation.” Her voice pitched lower as she said sincerely, “I heard about you and your girlfriend. I’m sorry.”

I shrugged. “It’s okay. We’re still friends.”

“That’s good, that’s good,” she giggled and turned away from a moment, exposing a wide expanse of her neck, the creamy skin somehow very erotically enticing. I suppressed the desire to stare. In my two-plus weeks of Dawn-recovery, I hadn’t had sex and barely masturbated, and as my heart started to get over the pain, my libido had begun to come alive again in fits and spurts.

“So how have you been holding up?” Maddie then looked back at me, smiling enigmatically. “Feeling lonely or were you kinda used to it with her out of town?”

“Kinda used to it, I guess. But yeah, it’s still lonely,” I darted my eyes over to her, wondering where this was going. In another minute I’d make it to my hangout spot and the rest of my friends.

But then Maddie abruptly stepped in front of me and turned around, stopping me in my tracks lest I run her over. She wrapped her arms around her own willowy body and smiled sweetly. “Look, tell me if it’s just too soon, but a guy like you really doesn’t have to be lonely. I’m sure there are more than a few girls here who would love to keep you company, Ben.”

Coolly evaluating the pretty cheerleader’s expression, I paused and looked her in the eye. “I just got out of a very serious relationship, Maddie. I’m really not ready to start dating again.”

An engagingly predatory smile crossed Maddie’s face. “Well, there are a few of us who don’t mind skipping all that dating stuff, Ben. You know, Ben, maybe just a casual opportunity to release some tension would be good for you. Unclog the pipes as it were.”

“Maddie…” My tone shifted uncomfortably.

“Hey, hey,” she held a hand up and started to turn away, looking achingly graceful as she did. “No pressure. Just letting you know the offer’s on the table. And if you ever, ah, feel like doing a little plumbing… just let me know.”

Arching an eyebrow, I just watched as Maddie turned and walked away. Damn she had a fine ass…

I’d already spent half the day fantasizing about Madeline Chung’s fine ass, picturing her bent over my bed with her legs spread wide while I plunged my cock into her over and again. She had such long and slender limbs I started imagining what pretzel-like positions I could fold her into. I already knew from seeing her cheerleading that the girl was quite flexible and wondered if she could tuck her own legs back behind her shoulders while I gripped her hips and hammered her until she saw stars.

Then it was Nadine Butler’s turn just after school ended. Clad in her skimpy white cheerleading outfit, the perky bottle-blonde Junior giggled and flirted a bit before making her rather obvious proposition. I had started to brush her off but then she giggled and added, “Or maybe Maddie and I can both visit you and the three of us can find a way to relax and unwind.”

After two weeks of no sex, the husk in Nadine’s tone had me sprouting an instant boner. Seriously, when did younger girls get so bold? I had to just stop and ask, “Really, Nadine, why me? If you came on like this to almost any guy in school you’d have them eating out of the palm of your hand.”

Nadine grinned and giggled. “Maybe. But not every guy has your reputation for being the most incredible fuck in school, Ben. Adrienne, Mizuho, Donna, Summer… Need I go on? You’re a prize, Ben; and half the cheer squad wants to brag that they took a ride on the Ben Rollercoaster just once.” By this point Nadine was very much in my personal space, her hand on my chest as she molded her body against mine, batting her eyes as she looked up at me. “So can I hop on for a ride? Would you want me in the front… or in the back?” She grabbed my hand and moved my palm over her asscheeks.

I breathed shallowly, honestly considering her offer. It was just sex, no strings. I’d been there before. Just sex… and it would feel so good. And in my emotional state, the release of orgasm sounded like a GREAT idea.

But I couldn’t. A year ago, I probably would have just said, “What the hell?” and invited both Maddie and Nadine to my place to get frisky. But now I knew that no matter how casual we agreed things to be, sex always changed people. I’d have to see the girls again, at school, and who knew how they’d truly react around me for the rest of the year?

I put my hand on Nadine’s shoulder and gently pressed, pushing her away from me. “Nadine…” My tone shifted uncomfortably.

“Hey, hey,” she held a hand up and then dug out a piece of paper, a pink, origami-folded little square that she slipped into my pocket, her hands brushing over the bulge in my jeans a little carelessly. “Just call me sometime, okay?”

Then twirling around a full turn-and-a-half so that her cheer skirt raised high enough to show me her bloomers, Nadine spun and giggled. “See ya later, Ben.”

Once I got home that Wednesday, I wound up staring at my bedroom wall for well over 30 minutes, completely unable to focus. I had a ton of homework in front of me, but every time I looked down and started to try and read or write, my mind would drift. I thought of Maddie and Nadine, willingly offering to take me for a ride just to experience the thrill. I thought of Dawn, wishing she were here with me. I thought of Adrienne, my omnipresent friend with great tits who constantly wore cleavage-baring shirts. And I even thought of Brooke, who was spending all her time being madly in love with her new boyfriend.

I hadn’t had sex with anyone but myself since leaving Dawn that fateful Sunday. Two and a half weeks of celibacy had taken its toll on me, and my hands were jittery as if I had been starving for hours. I craved the feel of a girl’s skin beneath my fingers. I hungered for the scent of a woman’s arousal. And I was desperate to feel my cock spunking out a massive load deep into a sucking womb.

Last Wednesday during dinner, I’d found myself staring rather noticeably at Adrienne’s cleavage. I was obvious enough, even in front of the twins, that Adrienne had surreptitiously fastened two additional buttons to remove her tits from view.

Twice in the past week, I’d caught myself just before going over to Brooke’s room to literally beg for sex. I knew she had her budding relationship with Kenta and I didn’t want to interfere, but I couldn’t think of any other person I could find relief with without consequences.

But Maddie and Nadine’s flirtations today pushed me to the limits of my control. And after a while of staring at the ceiling today, I decided I wouldn’t be able to focus until I unclogged my pipes, as Maddie put it. The twins were home, which put surfing the web for porn on the family room computer out of the question. That left me with just my magazines and my right hand. So grabbing a wad of tissues and one of my favorite mags, I crawled onto bed with erection in hand.

One terribly unsatisfying ejaculation later, I at least managed to do my homework. But the sexual tension inside me had barely abated. I was already on the edge, and things only got worse when Brooke returned home.

The day had been a full-uniform practice day. Now cheerleader uniforms aren’t actually very revealing. Yeah, the skirts aren’t very long but they still don’t reveal as much leg as what high school girls usually wear for shorts. The tops are often too thick to reveal much and the necklines are pretty high. But the mental association with a cheerleader’s outfit is just so much sexier than a normal outfit; and the coordinated colors, sparkly makeup, and stylized hair just put that sexuality over the top.

So on a day when I felt incredibly overwhelmed with sexual tension, having Brooke, Jennifer Vo, and Kady Jacobsen tromp into the house wearing their cheerleader uniforms while panting heavily did NOT help matters.

“Hey, Ben,” Kady grinned as she walked very slowly past me, enjoying the feel of my eyes on her as she wriggled her ass. “You look a little tense.”

Pivoting gracefully on one foot, she then reversed course, only to climb face-forward onto the wing chair next to me and lean over the backrest, looking back to the kitchen and to her friends while simultaneously thrusting her ass in my direction.

Uncontrollably, I groaned before I could clamp a hand over my mouth. The saucy redhead then was even so bold as to flip up the back of her skirt, showing me her cheerleading bloomers stretched tight against her firm buttcheeks.

There was teasing, and then there was blatant exhibition. Brooke and Jennifer took one look at my face and burst into laughter, Kady soon joining them in giggle fits. Video games or not, I decided I should have just stayed in my room. At least the girls didn’t stay long.

The final straw came just after 6pm when the doorbell rang. Per routine, I went over to the front door and opened it for Adrienne.

“Hey, Ben!” Adrienne stood there, looking absolutely radiant. Even in the pathetic illumination of the porch light and whatever was shining through the doorway, she was absolutely breathtaking. Butterflies leaped to action in my stomach and I felt my heart speed up. And the outfit she was wearing nearly made me cream my shorts.

I didn’t answer her. Having to tighten my ab muscles to avoid an embarrassing mess in my pants, I simply groaned in agony and turned around, walking away stiffly.

“Ben?” Adrienne called after me as she stepped inside.

Without turning back to face her, I just waved my hand dismissively and headed for the stairs. Behind me I heard Eden and Emma rushing to greet her, distracting Adrienne long enough for me to escape.

Shutting the door to my room, I grabbed the tissue box and dropped my pants to the floor. Less than ten seconds later, I spunked my wad into the tissues. Only then did I start breathing normally again.

Later on, Adrienne asked “You okay?” when I joined everyone at the dinner table, an honest look of concern on her face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, A.D.” I nodded. Like before, the ejaculation had removed the urgency but almost none of the sexual desire still inside me. I averted my eyes from her cleavage.

“Yeah, A.D.!” Eden chirped.

“We’re doing great, A.D.!” Emma added. The twins giggled excitedly. They’d picked up on my new use of Adrienne’s nickname over the past two weeks and thought it was just the coolest thing ever. If only they knew what it meant.

Adrienne smirked and then returned her attention to my parents, who were asking her about how school was going. Just another Wednesday Dinner at our house.

Post-dinner found Adrienne and I sitting on a couch in the living room for what had become our weekly chat. We talked at school quite a bit since she was still more or less my best friend, hanging out with me at all the breaks and lunches. But Wednesday nights had become our time to really talk about personal things without the presence of our friends hovering in the background, potentially able to hear.

“You seem happy, Adrienne.”

She smiled. “Still switching back and forth on the name?”

I shrugged. “’A.D.’ is friendly. ‘Adrienne’ is more sincere. It’s a beautiful name, and you’re looking particularly beautiful today,” I smiled as we settled in.

She giggled. “Why thank you, kind sir. How good of you to notice that I’m looking so… enticing.” She laughed and cupped her own boobs, which were quite on display in the scoop-neck top she was currently wearing. My dad had been unable to keep himself from staring.

I chuckled, “Well, yeah, obviously. But I meant you’re looking happy again. You’ve come alive the past couple of weeks.”

“How could I not?” Adrienne lasered her gaze on me, her eyes glowing their golden color and I was actually a bit surprised by her intensity. “Hope springs eternal.”

I snorted. “That’s quite a difference from near-suicidal little more than a month ago, don’t you think? What’s changed in two weeks?”

Adrienne frowned, furrowing her eyebrows and giving me a ‘Don’t you know?’ look. Then she shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Sometimes you’re such a blockhead, Ben,” she drawled.

“Huh?”

“Nevermind,” she waved. “It’s a lot of little things. My dad is coming home more often. It’s not like we have a great relationship or anything, but just knowing that he’s around makes me feel more like I’m in an actual family and not completely on my own. And I’m doing much better on the ‘friends’ front.”

I chuckled and pointed to myself. “What, hanging out with ME?”

Adrienne laughed. “Not everything is about you, Ben. Seriously, I’m getting much closer with Lynne and Heather. We’ve been going shopping and talking more lately. Ooh, and Candy’s been coming over a lot. Did I tell you she broke up with Trevor?”

I shook my head. “No, that’s too bad.”

“Nah. It wasn’t really a healthy relationship. I’m glad she dumped him.” Then Adrienne fixed me with a silly grin and mimed licking. “Besides, she came running straight into my arms for some… comfort…”

The fire in Adrienne’s eyes let me know that she and Candy had resumed their friends-with-benefits Sapphic relationship. Oh, to have a camera in THAT bedroom.

“I’m really happy for you, Adrienne,” I said warmly.

She smiled and propped her head up with an elbow over the backrest. “You’re right. It IS more sincere when you say my full name.”

I just smiled.

“So what about you? What’s going on, Ben?” Adrienne raised her eyebrows. “You seemed to be making so much progress and getting less depressed over the past few weeks. But for the past few days you’ve been getting a little tense. Especially today.”

I blushed and bit my lip while both eyebrows raised. “You know, I don’t think that’s a conversation I can have where the twins might walk in and overhear.”

“What? Are you suffering from sexual tension, Ben?” Adrienne giggled, a teasing smile on her face.

Looking nervously towards the living room entrances for any signs of skulking little sisters, I answered quietly. “Something like that.”

Adrienne’s eyes narrowed to tiny slits as a light bulb went off in her head, and she smiled predatorily. “Did you go jerk off when I arrived for dinner, Ben?”

My deep red blush and averted eyes answered for her.

“Well, nice to know I still have that effect on you. But you’ve only been apart from your ex-girlfriend for two-and-a-half weeks, Ben,” Adrienne arched an eyebrow at me. “I haven’t gotten laid since August.”

I didn’t really have anything to say to that; she had me trumped. And then Adrienne leaned forward. “How did you handle it before? You went from August until what, Halloween? Before seeing your ex-girlfriend again?”

I blanched. The only girls I’d slept with during that timeframe were Brooke and Brandi, my own sisters. And I was NOT about to talk about that. “Uh, I handled it,” I muttered and looked significantly towards the entrances again. “And like I said, I’m not comfortable having that particular conversation where my sisters might overhear. Brooke’s quite the sneak, you know.”

Now Adrienne’s eyebrows raised and a twinkle came into her hazel eyes. Looking thoughtful, she ran her fingers back through her blonde hair; I swore I could see the gears turning in her head. And then abruptly, she sat up straight and started getting to her feet.

I frowned. “Where’re you going?”

“Hang on a sec.” Adrienne then went into the family room where my parents were huddled up on the couch, watching some sitcom on TV. I followed after. Adrienne then got my parents’ attention and then asked, “Hey, Ben and I are going to walk over to my place. We need to talk about some stuff and Ben would rather the little ones don’t overhear.”

Mom looked back and forth between me and Adrienne for a second before nodding. “Okay. Don’t stay out too late, Ben.”

“I won’t,” I nodded.

“Great,” Adrienne smiled. “Good night to both of you.”

A few minutes later I was cinching my jacket a little tighter around my shoulders as we stepped outside for the short walk down the street. At first we were rather quiet. Per usual, Adrienne’s house was dark and empty. Drab and gray, I naturally wanted to speak in a quieter voice or in this case, not at all.

Upon arrival, Adrienne fished out her keys, opened the door, then took my hand and led me inside. Without bothering to turn on a hallway light and guided only by the moon shining through the windows, she led me in a straight line to her bedroom.

Once there, my one-time girlfriend turned on the bedside table lamp and gestured for me to sit on the bed. She then dropped her keys on top of a mirrored vanity she had against one wall and then walked straight into her closet while beginning to remove her peacoat.

I had tensed up a little bit during the walk across. The quietness and lack of conversation was mildly disconcerting, as was the darkened and foreboding house. There had been a nagging feeling in the back of my head the whole way over, and after another few seconds I remembered the last time I was in this room: Halloween night. Adrienne had been doing her level best to seduce me, pleading with me to love her.

But at the very last second, I’d held onto my love for Dawn, returned home, and found out she’d been drugged and date-raped by Mark.

So with those thoughts in mind, despite my presence on Adrienne’s bed, I wasn’t feeling particularly aroused. Contributing to that lack of any sexual tension was the way Adrienne went about settling into her room after the day, dropping her keys and shedding her outer layers of clothing casually, with no hint of seduction.

But then Adrienne didn’t stop at removing her coat. I was idly glancing around her room, staring at nothing before my gaze returned back to the closet where Adrienne had stepped inside. The door was wide open and the closet light on, and when I looked through my eyes popped open wide as I realized that Adrienne was shrugging out of her blouse, leaving me a clear view of her naked back interrupted only by the wide band of a black bra. Immediately after, she bent at the waist to drop her jeans, having to tug at them since they were so tight on her long, slender legs. This made her thrust her ass back at me, the back of her black thong practically disappearing into her crack to afford me a nearly unblemished view of her perky buttocks. And when she stood up again, I nearly started hyperventilating as she reached behind herself and unsnapped the bra.

Adrienne never turned around. I got a bit of side-boob when she turned slightly to grab a spaghetti-strap pajama top and pull it on. And only then did the gorgeous blonde teenager turn around and saunter back into the bedroom. She wasn’t surprised to find me staring straight at her with a slack jaw.

And thus clad solely in a skimpy top that was sheer enough to clearly show her areolas and hardened nipples and a tiny black thong, Adrienne joined me on the bed. I neither retreated nor approached her, merely staying rigidly still and fighting to remember to breathe.

“Adrienne,” I gasped. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just sitting here with you.”

“But you’re…” I waved at the two tiny bits of fabric she was wearing, the top cut almost down to her nipples and the hem ending well above her belly-button. “You’re dressed a little… Well… Uh… Isn’t this a bit much between friends?”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “I wear the same around my other friends.”

“None of them are male.” My eyebrows raised.

Adrienne giggled. “Huh. That’s true.”

“So what are you doing?” I said in mild exasperation, fighting not to hyperventilate.

Adrienne took a deep breath, which only filled her big E-cup tits even bigger and made my eyes yo-yo down to them for a second. “Ben, I swore to myself I wouldn’t ever push you.” She smiled. “Tease you, maybe, but not push you. So I’m leaving this up to you.”

I nodded slowly, my brain warring for processing power with my dick as I willed myself to listen and understand whatever Adrienne was saying.

“I want you, Ben,” Adrienne said in a firm voice. “I’ve wanted you since you first showed up outside my house to stop Tyson from forcing me into anything back in August. You are a phenomenal lover, I get VERY horny, and I know that you can satisfy my every physical desire. If you really want, I’ll stay dressed and we’ll just talk. But if you’ll let me, I’ll rip these skimpy little clothes off and fuck you within an inch of your life.”

I let out a keening moan, completely unable to control myself as my breathing sped up and my dick got even harder in my jeans. “Oh, shit,” I groaned.

“Do you want me to, Ben?” she asked sensually, pulling one of the spaghetti straps off her shoulder and down her arm.

My head started nodding yes and with an eager smile, Adrienne reached down to start removing her top. “Wait,” I blurted. I pulled my head back. Why the hell did I say that?

Adrienne pouted but stopped. She was breathing quite heavily now, causing her bosom to rise and fall quite enticingly. Her nipples were diamond hard and poking through the thin fabric.

“Adrienne, you know I’m not ready for a relationship,” I bit my lip and managed to stutter out. “You told me you’re in love with me. I… I don’t know if I can give you what you want. It wouldn’t be fair and I don’t want to lead you on.”

“I know,” she said breathily. “I know. But I already told you I’ll take whatever you can give me. I really just want to please you, Ben. But I also want to FUCK you. For ME. You turn me on, Ben. And it can only be you. I just…” Adrienne whimpered and fought back what looked like tears in her eyes as she looked away.

My heart went out to her. I was simultaneously reminded of the desperation I’d seen in her eyes when I left her in this same room Halloween night, as well as the vulnerability of a young girl who really just wanted to be loved.

Adrienne’s eyes flicked back to me, obvious moisture shimmering in the light. “I can’t trust any other men in my life, Ben. I can’t even think about letting some other man climb on top of me. Just you. Only you. With you, Ben, I’m not afraid.”

I reached my arms out to her and with a shuddering sob, Adrienne flung herself at me, letting me wrap her up tightly as I hugged her with almost all my strength. And rather than complain that I was holding her too tight, she merely whimpered and tried to cram even more of her body against me.

“Please, Ben? I want you to make love to me. I want to fuck you. I want to feel you deep inside me.”

“Adrienne, I’m not ready for another relationship. I don’t know if we can find love again,” I said in apology.

“I don’t care. I just need this, Ben. Please? For me? Even if it’s just as friends. I want this,” she whimpered right back.

Physically, I wanted her. Emotionally, I wasn’t ready for her. But sympathetically, I couldn’t deny her. Maybe it wasn’t right. Maybe it wasn’t fair. But I moved my hands up to Adrienne’s head, tilted her face back, and then leaned down to press my lips to hers in our old trademark slow burn kiss.

She wailed ecstatically as I kissed her, a joyous cry that echoed through this empty house before she molded her lips to mine and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed, turned our heads to a new position, and kissed again. My tongue darted in and out of Adrienne’s mouth and her fingers tangled in my hair while she moaned in complete and utter arousal.

Her hands were suddenly scrabbling at my shirt, lifting it up and over my head before she quickly reached down and whipped her own top off. I reveled in the feel of Adrienne’s big tits being crushed against my chest while her hands almost spastically yanked at the waistband of my jeans.

Unable to wait, Adrienne then rolled me off her and got to her knees, expertly unbuttoning the jeans and then yanking the zipper down. With her heaving breasts swaying side to side, she got hold of both jeans and boxers and started jerking them down to my ankles while I bucked my hips off the bed to help her. A minute later, I was completely naked and after Adrienne snaked the black thong down her legs she was fully naked as well.

“Fuck me, Ben!” she gasped and flung herself onto her back sideways across the bed, spreading her legs wide and dangling her arms off the side. “Hurry! Please! Forget everything and just get inside me!”

I quickly pounced on top of her, holding myself above her prone body with my left arm while my right fisted my shaft and aimed. I swabbed the mushroom head through her cleft, getting myself good and wet while Adrienne hunched her hips trying to capture me inside her.

“I’m wet! I’m wet! Just get inside me, Ben! Please! For me!”

So I lined myself up, nudged myself in between her labia, and then lunged my hips forward, pushing in the first live, hot dick Adrienne had felt in four months.

She went NUTS.

Adrienne screamed like a banshee and kicked her hips up to meet me, our pelvic bones slamming together almost painfully as I was fully buried inside her on the very first thrust. She arched so high that only her hands, feet, and head were still on the mattress while she howled at some distant point behind her, her whole body writhing and bucking like a wild bronco.

When she collapsed back down to the mattress, Adrienne quickly grabbed my head and pulled it down so she could plant a nuclear kiss on me. Her mouth was so active and aggressive I felt like she was trying to gnaw my lips off. But almost as soon as she started, she pulled back and reached over to grab my hands. Before I realized it, she’d attached my hands to her wrists, so that I pinned her arms back and off the bed as I held myself above her like a menacing attacker. Tears dribbled out of Adrienne’s eyes, that brilliant gold color I adored so much.

“Oh-gawd-oh-gawd-oh-gawd-oh-gawd…” Adrienne hummed, her eyes wide open as she twisted and stretched her head in every direction. Eventually, she managed to get control of her face long enough to stare right at me and growl, “Fuck me, Ben… FUCK ME.”

I lunged and I humped and I thrust.

“I need you, Ben. I don’t care how or why. I need you. Fuck me. Fill me. Cum in me,” she gasped while her eyes glittered. “Just hold me and never let me go.”

I squeezed her wrists and stared deep into her eyes while putting all my energy into rutting my thick shaft inside her. I felt the repeated impacts of her massive tits bouncing off her chest and against mine with every thrust. I felt the tension in her legs as she tugged my ass even deeper.

“Unnngh!” Adrienne arched her back again, moaning with her eyes shut. “So fucking good!”

I yanked my arms back, taking her wrists with me as her elbows bent. I re-planted her wrists against the mattress next to her head, keeping her pinned down while I ducked my head lower to wrap my lips around a gyrating nipple.

“Suck my tits, Ben! Bite them! FUCK!”

I wanted the use of a hand, so letting go of her wrists, I reached underneath Adrienne’s shoulders and yanked her bodily over so that she was more in the middle of the bed and now lying lengthwise. My T-shirt was lying on a pillow and grabbing it, I then seized Adrienne’s wrists and quickly tied my shirt around them, holding them together in a single knot. She could easily get out of it if she really wanted, but when I pinned her hands behind her head, Adrienne cooed at me and left her arms restrained where I left them.

Now with my hands free, I worked over Adrienne’s massive mammaries, squeezing and gripping and scraping my teeth against them. And with my hips still piledriving my way into her cunt with extreme force on every thrust, I plowed the screaming, shaking sexual goddess to a violent orgasm.

“AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!” Adrienne shrieked until her throat started to go hoarse. And when she looked at me again, there was something in her eyes that pleaded with me for even more.

I had to FUCK her. HARDER. This wasn’t about love. This wasn’t even about orgasms. I needed to TAKE her. I needed to VIOLATE her. And Adrienne was going to let me do whatever I wanted to her.

Yanking my dick out of her spasming snatch, I gripped Adrienne’s hips and flung her over onto her stomach, none-too-gently and without care for her comfort. With her hands still bound at the wrists, she was a little wobbly as she tried to get her knees settled and raise her ass in the air, but without further thought I spanked her right asscheek, HARD, causing her to squeal. And then with my left hand I slapped down on her lower back, just above the twin curves of her ass and drove her body down onto the mattress.

“STAY DOWN!” I thundered.

Where the hell did THAT come from? Brooke, for one, really loved it when I spanked her. When she was in the mood, my little sister really got off on rough sex. But I’d never hit her nearly as hard as I’d just spanked Adrienne, and the blonde 17-year-old’s reddened asscheek still had a white handprint on it. And I’d been quite rough with her when I planted her onto the bed as well, leaving her naked, sweaty body spread eagle and face-down in front of me.

“Oh, Ben,” Adrienne whimpered.

Without thought, I spanked her again, just as hard, this time on her left asscheek. Adrienne squealed and recoiled from the impact, and when she turned her head to the side I could see tears rolling down her cheeks. I was a pretty strong guy and I was hitting her pretty hard.

“Owww…,” she moaned, obviously in pain.

Holy shit. Was I actually hurting her? A dim part of me wondered why the hell I was doing this. Where was this force and violence coming from? It just wasn’t in my nature. And did Adrienne really want this? Or was it just in my head? Was Ben lost to a power trip he’d never imagined?

“Take it, bitch! Take it!”

Adrienne’s ass twitched, and then I let fly again, spanking her left cheek. I watched her legs muscles tense up, her body trying to will away the pain.

But then I looked to the end of the bed. My T-shirt had come a little loose around Adrienne’s wrists. She could very easily free her hands… but she didn’t. She could easily stop this if she wanted me to… but she didn’t. Adrienne had said whatever I wanted, and apparently she really meant it.

The most gorgeous girl in school, the captain of the cheerleaders, the girl who was always in charge, was mine to be used. I could fuck her any way I wanted, cum wherever I wanted, violate her however I felt. It was pretty heady.

“Don’t move,” I growled. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

Adrienne didn’t resist when I straddled her legs and aimed my cock into her butt crack. The tight globes were already firm enough to expose her asshole without the left cheek touching the right, but beneath my forceful hands I parted them further to the sides. Breathing shallowly, she just panted and I watched her sphincter relaxing itself as her anus opened up for me.

I lost myself to lust then. I don’t remember the entry, but I remember thrusting like a madman down through Adrienne’s anal chute, my eyes on fire and drool dribbling out of my gaping mouth to splatter on her naked back. I don’t remember the sound of our bodies impacting over and again, but I remember her shrieking wails. And I don’t remember the feel of her asshole clamping around my invading cock, but I remember the exquisite sensation of pleasure shooting through me as I shot gallons of cum into Adrienne’s lower intestine, stored up after going without sex for over two weeks.

When my brain returned to the rational world, I was lying half on the mattress and half on top of Adrienne’s prostrate body, gasping for oxygen. My limp dick was pressed against her buttcheek, and further away I could see my creamy cum bubbling out of her stretched anus, almost like a hot spring.

Adrienne still had her hands stretched forward, loosely tied at the wrist by my T-shirt. Her body was quivering and absolutely soaked with sweat. I also felt wetness beneath my hip, as if Adrienne herself had cum gallons that leaked out and spread across the sheets.

And with a tender gentleness that was stark in its contrast to my earlier violence, I cradled Adrienne’s head and turned her towards me. Her eyes were alive, dancing with an energy the rest of her body lacked. And when I bent and kissed her softly, she whimpered and started crying once again.

I kissed her until we both ran out of breath and set our heads back down on the flat mattress, facing each other while tilted sideways and just a few degrees towards upside-down. I smiled and as I looked at her, I thought that Adrienne never looked more beautiful than in that moment.

And then in the sweetest, softest voice, Adrienne whispered, “Thank you.”

Adrienne and I were quite lovey-dovey at school on Thursday. We didn’t hold hands or kiss or do anything else that a normal couple does in the hallways. But there was just something different in the way we looked at each other. She hit me a few more times than usual, little taps on the chest or slaps to the shoulder if I made a racy comment or cracked a joke. And we laughed more. A LOT more.

Given my recent few weeks of being depressed, I’m sure that EVERYONE noticed my new behavior.

So after a day filled with me and Adrienne giggling like idiots every other second, Kenny pulled me aside after classes ended. “So NOW are you and Adrienne hooked up again?”

“No.”

“Bullshit.”

Giving Kenny a weary look, I dug in my backpack for the tape recorder and hit PLAY: “No. We’re just friends.”

He chuckled at the tape record but scoffed, “Riiight.”

Megan and Kaito were the next to arrive. Bracketed in by three of my friends, I soon found myself cornered in front of my locker. “So what’s going on with you and Adrienne, Ben?” my ex-girlfriend queried.

Rewind. Play. “No. We’re just friends.”

“Right, right.” Megan searched my eyes for a second while I looked tremendously bored with the whole thing. Then she smirked and snorted, “Whatever you say… But you just fucked her yesterday.”

“Huh?”

“It’s all over your face, Ben,” Megan deadpanned. “You’ve got that look. I KNOW you.”

Just then, some instinct told me to look to the left, and I saw Adrienne strutting down the hallway towards me, her eyes radiant and her entire being glowing as she saw me staring back. And uncontrollably I felt a brilliant smile crossing my face as well.

Megan, Kaito, and Kenny, catching my distracted gaze, turned and saw the gorgeous young blonde coming toward us. They looked back at me, then at her, and then back to me. Megan reached up and tapped my chest twice. “Told ‘ya.”

Then the three of them turned as one to greet my ‘just friend’.

“Hey guys!” Adrienne chirped in a cute voice.

“Hey, Adrienne,” the others replied and then continued their comical looking back and forth between me and her. And then with fumbling, equally comical excuses, they all walked away.

I stared at the retreating backs and commented offhand, “They all think we’re back together.”

Blindly, I felt Adrienne’s hand slip into mine from the side as her fingers danced around my palm trying to form and interlaced hold. And in a quiet voice she asked, “Are we?”

I felt mixed emotions just then: an upwelling of love and desire for Adrienne tempered with trepidation. I was rebounding, I knew it. But just because I knew it didn’t mean it didn’t feel good. “Adrienne, I’ve said before I don’t think I’m ready for another relationship right now. I’m not sure if it would be fair to you. And I’m not entirely sure if we could ever recover from another breakup.”

I felt Adrienne’s hand tighten around mine and as I glanced back at her, I saw a look of worry in her eyes. She was completely and truly in love with me, for whatever reasons, and it had to hurt inside that I didn’t yet feel the same way.

But I wanted to feel the same way she did. Adrienne needed me and I was still riding the high of our incredible sex session the night before. She… inspired me to do things I never would have done before. One-on-one, with her incredible body and fantastic muscle control, I thought she was the most incredible lover I’d ever had. And between that and her desperate desire for me, for my love, I started rethinking whether she and really should just be friends.

Maybe I wasn’t totally ready yet for another relationship. But maybe I could take the chance. Didn’t she deserve it? Maybe if I just jumped in with both feet and gave her everything I had, our love could endure.

So taking a deep breath, I turned and took Adrienne’s other hand in my own. She seemed to sense the change in my mind and a look of hope began to cross her face. “You know, Adrienne, maybe we—”

[do do duh DUH]

The sound of my cell phone going off interrupted my train of thought and before I could really think about it, I reached to my pocket and pulled it out far enough to read the caller I.D.

It was Dawn.

All at once my body stiffened and I stood up straight from the gentle lean towards Adrienne I’d been doing. I dropped her other hand and took half a step back. She never called this early in the day. What was going on?

Half-turning away from Adrienne, I put my left hand over my ear while putting the phone to my right ear. “Hello?”

“BEN!” Dawn screamed through the line. “They’re HERE! They’re HERE! I got in! Early admission to Berkeley!”

My eyes went wide. Holy shit! I had to get home and open the mail! And if I’d gotten in too, then Dawn’s and my plan to reunite would start becoming a reality.

“Okay, okay, I’m going home right now!” I nodded and listened to Dawn babble. “Of course! I’ll call you as soon as I open it… uh, huh… Bye!”

I hung up the phone and with excited glee I whirled around to the first person I saw, Adrienne. Her face was neutral: not negative, but far from the hopeful excitement she’d shown just seconds earlier. “That was your ex-girlfriend?” she asked.

“Dawn, yeah,” I answered. Funny, I realized I’d never heard Adrienne mention Dawn’s name. Just ‘your girlfriend’ or now, ‘ex-girlfriend’.

“Something big going down?”

“Her early admission letter just arrived. I need to get home and find out if I got in too!” I said excitedly.

Adrienne smiled. “Okay. Good luck, Ben.”

“Thanks!” I beamed at her and couldn’t control my smiling.

She shrugged. “What are friends for?”

I got in. The future was now set.

The following week was finals. We studied and crammed and stayed up late. For most of my friends, this set of finals was the most important of their lives. While colleges weighed their application decisions, these grades would represent their last chance to either impress, or disappoint, the admissions committees. But for me, all I had to do was get by. My early admission to Berkeley had already been approved. My stress levels were nearly zero.

Still, I wanted to help my friends, spending my afternoons in study groups with some of them for different classes. I studied Calculus with Lynne and Heather. I drilled Kenny, Elaine, and Daniel on their Physics formulas. And I rehashed English essays with Megan, Cassidy, and the Sanders twins.

And almost every night I studied with Adrienne.

Yes, we actually studied… most of the time… Of course, there was that one time I couldn’t resist sliding underneath the dining room table and munching Adrienne out while she was attempting to review her Poli. Sci. notes. And there was the time Adrienne thanked me for providing her with summaries of most of her Modern Lit. texts by giving me a blowjob.

And then just about every night we slipped into bed for an energetic fuck before she sent me home.

Every. Night.

It was incredible. Adrienne really got off on me spanking her, biting her nipples, pinching her until she squealed in pain. The more I yelled at her, the wetter she got. And the harder I hit her, the wilder she became. By the time we finished, she would be covered in welts and scratch marks and we’d be drowning in our orgasmic fluids the sex was so amazing.

Every. Single. Night.

For an entire week.

I’d literally never spent that much constant time with a girl outside of summer camp, girlfriend or not.

After finals were over, Elaine was hosting one of her usual end of school barbecues. But it wasn’t scheduled to begin until the afternoon on Saturday and me and the boys decided to catch up on lost basketball time.

I was sitting on the stairs, lacing up my shoes on Saturday morning when Brooke started coming down. “Heyyy, little sis,” I teased. “Someone had a late night.”

Brooke blushed and smiled sleepily. “Yeah…” she practically hummed.

I then sat up straighter and arched an eyebrow, putting on my stern big brother face. “Now young lady, you’re only fifteen and there are certain rules of curfew that you must obey.”

“Aww, Ben!” Brooke’s eyes popped open wide and she frowned at me.

“Hey, hey,” I said in a more casual voice, holding my hand up. “I promised Mom this morning that I would talk to you about following the rules and not making her worry.”

“She never worried about YOU staying out late when you were fifteen!”

“I’m a boy. I can’t come home pregnant or kidnapped to be a child prostitute in another state.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Course it’s not fair. But then, I wasn’t having sex at fifteen, either.” I raised my eyebrows.

Brooke folded her arms over her chest and pouted. “That’s YOUR fault, Ben.”

“My fault?”

“WHO took my virginity? Hmm?”

I suppressed a laugh, pinching my eyebrows together. “YOU totally came after me on that one, Brooke. If I hadn’t, you’d have eventually found someone else who would.”

“Ffpt.” Brooke’s lips vibrated cutely as she blew a raspberry at me.

“ANYways…” I said dramatically to get us back on point. Then I adopted an overly officious tone and recited, “You are hereby forbidden from staying out later than 9pm on a school night and 10pm on a weekend night per the rules of curfew. This constitutes your first and last warning. Failure to comply will result in suspension of departure privileges and immediate grounding.”

“This is bullshit, Ben.”

“Language, young lady,” I said sternly.

“What time did YOU come home last night?”

“Eleven. But I’m seventeen.” I rolled my eyes. Always the same attempts to compare us as if she and I had the same rules.

“You’re not even dating anyone!”

“That’s beside the point.” I was starting to get exasperated.

“Fuck this. I’m gonna go find breakfast,” Brooke shook her head and started stomping away.

“Brooke! Get back here!” I thundered in a command voice.

Almost immediately, my little sister stiffened and stopped in her tracks. She turned around meekly and I just glared at her until she turned around and came back to stand in front of me.

Once she returned, my face softened and I reached out to take her hand, pulling her down to sit on the stair tread beside me. “Look, sis, I’m not trying to be the bad guy here. I joke about it with the voice and all, but you know Mom and Dad are pretty serious about their curfew laws for you. Same ones Brandi and I had and the same ones the twins will get.”

“I know…” she sighed.

“Hey, I just wanted to read you the riot act because I knew it’d be better than having Mom or Dad lecture you. They’d sit you down for an HOUR rehashing the same thing over and again.”

“I know… I just lost track of the time.” Brooke blushed and looked down at where our hands were still intertwined. “You know, Kenta’s almost as good as you. It’s easy to get swept away.”

I chuckled and nodded. “I’m sorry I yelled, Brooke.”

“No, it’s okay. I deserved it.” She then smiled and looked away. “You know, it’s funny. Whenever someone else yells at me and gives me an order, I usually do the exact opposite just on principle. I don’t usually like getting bossed around.”

“Then why’d you come back?”

She shrugged. “I dunno. You’re my big brother. I know you’re not yelling just to be mean or get your way. I trust that you’re just trying to look out for me.”

I smiled. “I am.”

She grinned and then leaned forward, lightly kissing my lips. “Thanks, Ben. I’ll be more careful about how late it’s getting next time. Don’t want Mom and Dad to ground me.”

With that, Brooke stood up and started heading for the kitchen again. But three steps away, she turned around. “Hey Ben. You said you didn’t get home until eleven last night. Who were you with?”

I shrugged. “Adrienne.”

“Again? Just the two of you? Like a date?”

I bit my lip and my eyebrows went up. Adrienne and I had spent a few hours just chatting and grabbing dinner. We talked about our upcoming finals and all sorts of topics without ever actually discussing the nature of our relationship. And then after bringing her back home, she pulled me into her bedroom and proceeded to fuck my brains out, swallowing my cum and taking two more loads inside her body before sending me home. In terms of the itinerary, it was exactly like a date.

But I said, “No, no, not a date.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Ben,” Brooke shook her head and for a moment, I saw a hint of her old evil smile. But the girl had grown up. “I mean, I doubt there’s anything I’m doing with Kenta that you’re not doing with her. Dinner? Sex?”

“We’re just friends,” I insisted. Hell, who was I kidding?

Brooke just gave me a little grin. “Riiight.”

Three minutes later I pulled up outside Adrienne’s house. She came bounding out the door, somehow looking ultra-sexy even though she was just wearing typical jeans and a long-sleeved V-neck. Maybe it was because she was running out to my car. Yeah, the bounce of her boobs was pretty hypnotizing.

“You’re late,” Adrienne said breathlessly as she hopped in the passenger side, closing the door and dropping her book bag on the floor between her legs. “You said the guys were meeting at 10. It’s already 10:05.”

I didn’t shift the car into gear. Instead, I just sat there, staring at the steering wheel.

“Ben?” Adrienne queried.

Without turning my head, I asked softly, “Adrienne, we’re… just friends… right?”

She giggled. “Well, friends with benefits.”

“Right, right.” I bit my lip and sighed. And in a heartfelt voice, I said, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Why?”

Reaching my hand down, I turned off the engine, plunging the car into an even quieter silence. “You want more, don’t you? I mean, I know you said you’d take whatever I gave you; but you want more.” Slowly, I turned my head to face her.

Adrienne looked thoughtful for a minute, blinking slowly before looking at me curiously. I watched the gears turning in her head for a few seconds before she raised her chin up and said, “No. Actually, I think I like things just the way they are.”

I blinked twice rapidly. “Really? I mean, come on, Adrienne. We see each other every night. Technically, we went on a date last night. Everyone keeps asking if we’re together and the sound of, ‘No. We’re just friends’ doesn’t even sound truthful to me anymore.”

Adrienne didn’t say anything, her mouth pinched shut.

I shook my head and gritted my teeth, feeling just a bit annoyed. “You knew. You knew if you could just get me to fuck you then I wouldn’t be able to help but develop my feelings for you. To get me in a relationship with you without even realizing it!”

“I’m not trying to trap you, Ben,” Adrienne insisted.

“Then what? Adrienne, you said you’re in love with me. Is that true?”

Quietly, she replied, “Yes.”

“Do you want us to be a couple again?”

She sighed, looked sadly at me, and then answered in the same quiet voice, “No.”

I arched my eyebrow, clearly not understanding.

“If you’d asked me a week ago, I’d have said ‘yes’. But you’re not ready for another relationship, Ben. At least not a relationship with anyone but your ex-girlfriend.” Adrienne reached over and rubbed my leg. “I love you, but I don’t want to be your girlfriend right now, does that make sense?”

I winced. “Not really. When you’re in love, aren’t you supposed to want to be with that person?”

She shook her head. “You’re still in love with your ex, Ben. I don’t want to just be your rebound.”

“You already ARE.”

“Not really. We’re not actually together. We spend as much time or as little time together as we want. No obligations. No restrictions.”

My eyebrows went up. “No restrictions? So if I wanted to screw… say, Donna Kincaid. You’d be fine with that?”

Adrienne shuddered and looked away. I immediately regretted going in that direction but she quickly turned back and said, “As your friend, I would recommend you don’t associate with that kind of person. But I wouldn’t stop you. And I’d still want to be your friend… the way we are… even if you did.”

Confused, I bit my lip and frowned, trying to work things out.

“Ben, I just don’t want to be your girlfriend unless you can really devote yourself to me. And you can’t do that yet, I know. I’m not blaming you. It IS early and, well, it may never happen. I know you still hope in your heart that when summer comes, you and your ex will get back together.” Adrienne shrugged. “I accept the situation. And in the meantime, I really am okay with whatever you can give me. That’s where we are now.”

“So we’re just friends with no commitment? I can do whatever I want and you can go do whatever you want? Screw other people?”

“We could, I suppose; but I’m not going to. I’ll always be here for you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re the only one I want, silly.” Adrienne giggled and squeezed my arm.

This all didn’t make sense to me and I shook my head. “Wait, wait. You’re in love with me and more or less devoted to me, for reasons I don’t totally understand, given how much of a moron I clearly am. We hang out like a couple, we have the most incredible sex like a couple, but you’re not going to expect fidelity or monogamy or commitment or anything out of me?”

She shrugged. “Pretty much.”

I looked away and began to start the engine, just looking for something to latch onto. I didn’t turn the key, but turned back to Adrienne. Then I turned back to the steering wheel, didn’t start the car AGAIN, and finally returned to Adrienne. “This is all very strange. You’re giving me everything and expecting nothing!”

“Pretty much,” Adrienne smiled.

“Isn’t that a little dangerous for you?”

She shrugged. “I trust you, Ben.” She leaned over and put her hand on my chest. “I trust your heart. I know your dick has a mind of it’s own, but in the end, I trust that you care about me.” She sighed. “Maybe not as much as you care about your ex-girlfriend… not yet… But you DO care about me. And you’re the only man in the world I trust like that. I need to believe that.”

I sighed, not sure whether she was totally sincere or if I was being somehow manipulated in a way I couldn’t even fathom. This was just too good to be true. So shaking my head, I started the engine and shifted the car into gear. Kenny was going to give me hell for being late.

Midway through the games, while fighting for a rebound, I caught one of Sung Joon’s thrown elbows in the sternum, knocking the wind out of me and leaving the beginnings of a nasty bruise. I had to tap out for a few minutes and sat down by the benches, where the girls were sitting and watching us. Adrienne promptly began clucking over me like a mother hen.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I tried to protest, but she would have none of it, lifting up my shirt and inspecting the damaged skin.

“Hang on, I’ll get you some ice,” Adrienne sighed and then got up, walking over to the cooler filled with water and Gatorade that we usually brought to these pickup games.

While Adrienne was stuffing an empty Gatorade bottle with ice cubes, Cassidy slid over and sat down beside me.

“What’s up, Freckles?” I nodded, acting as if I wasn’t in excruciating pain.

“’Just friends’, right?” she giggled and glanced back at Megan, who was similarly smiling.

“Yes, really,” I sighed and let my head loll back. I was confused as all hell. Adrienne certainly was acting like an attentive girlfriend.

“Well, if you’re just friends, then she won’t mind me doing this.” Cassidy then pulled up my shirt and pressed a brand-new can of Coke to my chest over the developing bruise, the coldness helping to numb away the pain.

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” I insisted, but Cassidy just rolled her eyes at me. “Always the macho guy, Ben. You forget, I know how sensitive you can be. Now stop tightening your abs.”

“What?” My eyebrows popped up.

“You’re tightening your abs, Ben, because you think it looks flabby when you’re sitting down and you’re embarrassed that I’m raising your shirt. Everyone’s belly looks flabbier when you’re sitting down. Now RELAX and stop tightening your abs,” Cassidy ordered.

I sighed and relaxed, letting just a bit of bulge roll over the waistband of my shorts. Damn women…

“Oh, good idea, Cassidy,” Adrienne said as she arrived. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” the cute redhead chirped and pulled the can away. “You might as well take your shirt off, Ben.”

Rolling my eyes, I removed my shirt and just sat there as Adrienne pressed the ice-filled water bottle to my chest. It stung just a little, being much colder than the Coke can. Seeing me wince, Adrienne started stroking my head tenderly. I grumbled for show, but the attention did feel nice.

“Oh, Be-ennn,” Megan then giggled. “Since you’re not wearing a shirt, do you want me to put sunblock on you?”

I lifted my eyes to Adrienne, looking for any sign that she felt territorial over me; but there wasn’t any. The beautiful blonde just smiled and then looked pointedly between me and Megan. “Well, Ben. Do you want her to?”

Tired of being toyed with by my THREE ex-girlfriends, I grumbled and just stood up, reaching for my shirt again.

“Oh, oh, c’mon Ben. You really should ice that,” Adrienne protested.

Gritting my teeth, I just waved at them dismissively and re-joined the game.

“What the hell does she see in him?” Kenny grumbled and took a big drink from his beer, the red Solo cup obscuring what I knew to be a scowl.

I glanced over where he was looking and saw Rachel Tyler, Kenny’s ex-girlfriend, chatting with Derek Rigby. She was quite obviously flirting and playing with her hair.

“Hey, hey. There are other fish in the sea,” I patted him on the shoulder.

“Like who?” Kenny rolled his eyes at me. “It’s easy for you to say, Mr. Stud Muffin Ben. You’ve HAD most of the fish at our sea.”

“No I haven’t,” I protested.

“Well you’ve had enough,” he bitched.

I grabbed Kenny’s shoulder and aimed him back towards the covered patio, where Elaine had set up the sound system and had a dance mix playing in MP3 format. She’d gone all out, stringing up a disco ball, strobes, and various other colored lights to illuminate the area. It almost looked like a professional party. “C’mon, man. Let’s get you dancing and socializing a bit.”

“With who?” Kenny snorted. “Half these girls aren’t interested and the other half remember me as the pervert from two, three years ago.”

I sighed and then glanced over to the side, where Adrienne and Cassidy were chatting together. Adrienne pointedly had her gaze locked onto me. For someone who claimed she didn’t want us to be a couple, she certainly spent a lot of her focus on me. Yeah, she claimed it was because she knew I wasn’t ready to devote myself to her. That, I might buy. But she also claimed not to mind if I hung out with other girls, and for some reason I felt I need to PROVE to her that she would get jealous of me.

“C’mon, Kenny. I’ll set you up with the hottest girl here.” I shoved him forward.

“What?”

A few seconds later, I bowed theatrically before Adrienne and Cassidy and drawled, “Ladies… Would you be so kind as to join us for a dance?”

Adrienne giggled at my sweeping arms and lavish gestures. Cassidy just frowned a bit at the prospect of dancing with Kenny. He wasn’t a bad guy or anything and he was very good looking. She just had zero interest in him as a boyfriend and too many memories of him trying to cop a feel at previous events.

“Sure,” Adrienne smiled and set her drink down.

“Thank you, madam,” I took her hand and immediately passed it into Kenny’s. Then before either of them could react, I took Cassidy’s hand and asked, “Shall we, Freckles?”

Cassidy giggled and let me lead her to the dance floor. A second later, Adrienne then tugged Kenny over, giving me a mischievous look. We started bumping and grooving to the fast-paced music and once the four of us populated the dance floor, we were soon joined by six others who’d been hanging back and waiting for someone to get things going.

A very odd thing happened over the next hour or so. Every time I’d been at a dancing party with Adrienne the past couple of years, she flirted and twirled and danced with EVERYONE. Guy, girl, didn’t matter. She’d boogie and bump and grind and sway her hips into anyone who cared to dance with her.

But this night, once Kenny left her, Adrienne didn’t dance with ANYONE. No, she didn’t leave the dance floor or anything. But she kept her hands and hips to herself while dancing the fast songs in a group and declined every single request during a slow song. She took those times to grab some water or a beer, hanging back with her eyes mostly on me.

I, on the other hand, seemed on a mission to dance and flirt with every girl there NOT named Adrienne. I started with Cassidy, Megan, and then Elaine. I grinded my crotch into Abbie and Allie Sanders, making Allie blush and actually start to get aroused. Lynne and Heather had come to Elaine’s for the first time, having made friends with our crew over the past semester. I got a little freaky with Lynne, making the petite brunette turn beet red and actually remove my hands from her ass in embarrassment. And with Heather, I practically started fucking her on the dance floor.

Throughout it all, Adrienne just smiled and laughed along with everyone else at my antics. Yeah, I was kinda drunk, too.

I was getting a little hot and heavy with Stephanie Vo when Sung Joon finally cut me off. “Hey, keep it in your shorts,” he growled politely but with a bit of an edge.

The sound of his voice seemed to make my chest hurt right where he’d elbowed me, and I backed off noticeably, not having realized just how close to Stephanie’s private parts I’d been getting.

For her part, dancing with me had Stephanie pretty wired. She was panting and staring back and forth between the two of us with heavy eyelids. And then without another word, Stephanie grabbed her boyfriend and dragged him off to find Elaine, no doubt to locate a bedroom for their private use.

At that point, I decided to take a step back and evaluate the situation. I was pretty tipsy and it took my eyes a second to focus. But when I did I saw with relief that everyone was having a good time. I hadn’t done anything really serious. In fact, my prodding seemed to have one good side effect: Kenny was dancing pretty closely with Abbie Sanders, the two of them wearing silly grins on their faces.

I wandered over to get some water, and after quaffing the cup, Adrienne slid along side me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Are you done trying to prove a point?” she asked in a teasing voice.

“What?”

“I told you Ben, we’re just friends. I’m not going to get jealous of whatever you do with other girls.”

I tried to play dumb. “I’m just flirting a bit.”

“You don’t usually flirt like THAT, Ben; and you’re not THAT drunk.” Adrienne rolled her eyes. “I know you don’t understand it, but you could fuck them all in a row and it wouldn’t change the way I feel about you.”

“You’re right.” I sighed and shook my head. “I don’t understand it.”

Adrienne turned to face me and wrapped her arms around my neck, staring at me closely. “Well, do you have more things you want to try to make me jealous? Or can we just go back to my place now and fuck our brains out?”

If Adrienne wasn’t my girlfriend, then she was certainly the best ‘friend’ I’d ever had. I cruised down the boulevard at the minimum-acceptable speed, doing my level best just to keep the car going in a straight line. That was all I could focus on with my dick wedged halfway down Adrienne’s throat.

She pulled back and licked the crown, her tongue swiping around my helmet before plunging me back into her throat. And the next time she pulled back she came completely off my dick, panting for air and turning her face up to me. “I want you to push me just a little more tonight, Ben. Hit me harder… And just a little longer…”

Breathing pretty hard myself, I managed to gasp, “This is just so weird, Adrienne.” I shook my head, thinking of the last week and a half of playing bondage with the gorgeous young blonde. “I never would have thought you’d be into pain.”

Her eyes flashed brilliantly as a street lamp whizzed by. “It’s not about pain, Ben. It’s about control.” She bent down and took another popsicle lick at my wet cock. “I put myself in your hands… sir.”

As if to punctuate her point, when the sexy teenager swallowed my cock again, I dropped my right hand and pinned her head down, forcibly keeping me fully lodged in her throat for an extra few seconds before releasing her to back up and breathe again.

I tapped the accelerator just a little harder. We needed to get back to Adrienne’s house NOW.

It was a fucking incredible sight. I had a stunningly gorgeous blonde 17-year-old spread eagle on her back, all four limbs tied with handkerchiefs and bungee cords to the four posts. Her head hung backwards off the foot of the bed, leaving her face upside-down before me while her lips were widely stretched around my cock as I slowly pumped in and out of her mouth.

“Mmm, more…” Adrienne whimpered with what little breath I afforded her. And then my hips slid forward, my cock sliding into her mouth and to the entrance of her throat, preventing her from speaking any further. But I complied with her request and lightly slapped the wooden back-scratcher against one of her upright nipples.

Her mouth filled with cock, Adrienne could only grunt at the impact. I felt the vibrations carrying into her throat muscles before I withdrew to make sure she could breathe. I had to admit, I had a severe temptation to thrust in and see just how long she could hold her breath.

In fact, Adrienne’s entire body was temptation personified. Spread out like this, her slender limbs seemed even longer and more elegant. Her legs went on forever and ever away from me before her ankles met the headboard. I could see her juicing snatch, naked pussy lips already spread wide in anticipation of penetration. Her bare-shaven mound led back to a flat tummy and tiny waist. The dents of her ribcage were just noticeable before the volcanic mounds of her big, heavy breasts, firm enough to remain mostly upright despite their massive girth. And of course, her model-perfect face with exquisite cheekbones and piercingly-intense eyes. I was both heart-broken and amazingly aroused to see that face gaping open to allow my dick to spear into her mouth.

It was all just too much. After hours of flirting and playing around with my friends, getting my adrenaline pumping and my libido charged, I was already pretty horny by the time we left the party. Adrienne’s blowjob in the car had nearly set me off. Fucking her face upside-down like this just blew my mind. And with a strangled cry, I thrust all the way into her throat, holding her head to my crotch as I nutted my load straight past her tonsils and deep into her belly.

I probably held my cock in there just a little too long for my own tastes, pushing Adrienne to the limit, preventing her from breathing as she fought to swallow everything I gave her. When I finally came back to my senses, I realized she was choking a bit and I abruptly pulled out, quickly dropping to my knees and stroking her hair while I watched fresh tears forming in her eyes. “Adrienne, are you okay?”

Coughing, not an easy thing to do when upside-down, she swallowed gingerly and gasped for air before nodding. “I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize.” Her eyes flashed. “I’m fine.” And then she coughed again and continued breathing hard. I had to admit, it was more intoxicating watching the rise and fall of her big bosoms than any beer had been that night.

I quickly went around, untying the handkerchiefs around her limbs before physically rotating her around so that we were both in a more normal orientation to the bed. Leaning against the headboard pillows, I pulled Adrienne over so that she lay on her side, her head on my chest as she continued to recover from my throat-fucking.

“Did I go too far?” I asked with concern.

She shook her head. “I’m not worried about that, Ben. I can handle anything you give me. I know you’ll stop in time.”

I bit my lip a little nervously. “Sometimes I think you put too much trust in me.”

Adrienne sighed, tilting her head up to me. For perhaps the first time in weeks, I saw a little doubt in her eyes. “I have to Ben. I have to believe.”

I stroked Adrienne’s back and searched her eyes. There was something, just beneath the surface. I knew if I could just figure out the one piece of knowledge I was missing, I would understand the whole puzzle of Adrienne’s psyche. I HAD to know.

We stared at each other for what felt like an hour before I rubbed her cheek with my thumb and asked gently, “Who was the last man you trusted, Adrienne?”

She winced and looked away, clearly uncomfortable with my question. Sensing I would be pushing too hard, too fast if I pressed, I dropped it and asked a different question. “You may not like this one any better, but when was the last time you had sex before me?”

Adrienne frowned and looked away. I started to think that maybe I should just keep my mouth shut when she finally looked back at me and said in a quiet voice, “Tyson Richardson.”

“Tyson?” I jerked my head around. “The big Mercedes-driving Tyson?”

She nodded.

“I thought you said he was a jerk?” I exclaimed incredulously, thinking back to that time in August I showed up outside Adrienne’s house and confronted the guy into leaving her alone. “He called you a bitch!”

Adrienne looked down and away. “He was a jerk. But he was a jerk I thought I could control. Yeah, the guy was big and strong and all, but I had him eating out of the palm of my hand.”

“He didn’t look so in the palm of your hand that night,” I arched an eyebrow.

Adrienne frowned, looking down. She exhaled slowly before saying, “No, not that night. But on our next date…”

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to let her tell her story.

“The first time we had sex I was on top. I could manipulate that boy like I had a joystick in my hands,” Adrienne sighed.

She went silent, lost in thought as her gaze moved a thousand yards off into the distance. I waited her out for a few seconds before venturing. “But what happened after that?”

She ignored my question and instead moved straight on. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was hiding something from me. “Then when I was dating Tommy, I couldn’t even go through with having sex. Being pinned down like that, feeling his hot breath against my neck, I just had a panic attack.”

Adrienne shivered and I squeezed her a little tighter while shushing soothingly. I felt her hands clutch harder at me as well. I knew there was more to the story of how she broke up with Tyson, but I didn’t want to press her on it right now. She seemed too fragile.

A tear rolled down Adrienne’s cheek. “After Tommy, it was the same with Kyle. Then Dexter.” She ticked off the three boys she’d dated at the beginning of the year. “I was wound up so tight. I didn’t really think they’d hurt me or anything, but I was afraid. I COULDN’T lose control. Because if I did… then maybe… maybe they’d do something I didn’t want. And I couldn’t handle that.”

Something she didn’t want. Like something Tyson had done? I didn’t have any confirmations, but I could have my suspicions for what could suddenly make Adrienne too scared to have sex, or even have a man on top of her. Something not so different from what had happened to her a long time ago.

“Adrienne… who was the last man you trusted?” I asked softly, feeling like I already knew the answer.

She whimpered and closed her eyes, burying her face against my chest. She shuddered, just once, and a glint of familiarity popped into my head. I’d seen her like this just once before, during Spring Break. And as the epiphany hit me, I held her tightly and asked, “Was it Adam?”

Adrienne jerked and whimpered at the sound of her rapist brother’s name, her head turning away from me as her body tried to curl itself into a fetal position. She sobbed and shuddered while I did my best just to hold on. And when Adrienne wailed in agony, it was no longer the voice of the gorgeous queen bee of the school, but instead the tiny, frightened cry of a 10-year-old girl.

“Shh, shh…” I wrapped her up in my arms, rocking her back and forth while Adrienne continued bawling uncontrollably. I couldn’t imagine what was going through her mind, what had gone through her mind for seven years after being molested and raped by her older brother, a member of her family and someone she should have been able to trust. The abuse had gone on for a year, even winding up in pregnancy and then abortion for the then 11-year-old who’d just barely started her menses.

Intellectually, I’d known Adrienne had gone through counseling and therapy after everything came to light. Thinking back to when I really got to know her in High School, I never would have thought she had something like that in her background. She was just too confident, too self-assured, too aware of her beauty and power over the male sex.

But looking at it a different way, she HAD to be confident, assured, and decisive. With a dead mother and absent father, Adrienne’d had to become self-reliant and take responsibility at an extremely young age. There was no one to support her, no one to give her guidance. She’d really been all alone in so many ways.

And most of all, given what had happened to her, Adrienne had to be IN CONTROL. As long as she had a boy wrapped around her little finger, she could manipulate their actions, manage their moods, and never put herself in a position where she could be hurt. I remembered how even though she was known as a party girl and had no problems putting out for her boyfriends, she carefully avoided getting into the bad situations that other hot girls found themselves in, like pulling trains, gangbangs, or drugs. Nothing where Adrienne might not be able to control the situation.

Except with me.

She abdicated responsibility and put herself in my hands. She let me tie her up and leave her vulnerable. She even put a freaking wooden back-scratcher into my hands and had me hitting her with it until her nipples were sore and she had red welts across her naked body. Adrienne deliberately relinquished control… to me… and had me physically hurting her.

Had she finally cracked under the strain? Was she just using me as an instrument of pain, deliberately hurting herself physically because of some messed up psychological break? She kept asking me to hit her harder. Keep hitting her longer. Hurt her just a little more.

What the heck was going through her mind?

I wouldn’t find out right now, because Adrienne had fallen asleep in my arms. Her face was still curled into the grimace of anguish, her teeth clenched and her eyes pinched. I stroked her cheek gently. And unwilling to leave her, I simply pulled the covers over us, turned out the light, and spooned my naked body around hers as I closed my eyes.

I woke up just after 8am when my cell phone lit up. Just before falling asleep, I’d had the presence of mind last night to shoot a text message to my mom, letting her know I was crashing at Adrienne’s house and I’d explain the details later. But I’d neglected to turn it to vibrate and the chiming of an incoming text message stirred me from my slumber.

Wincing against the morning light, I did my best to slide myself out from beneath Adrienne’s weight on my chest to reach for the nightstand. Just by my fingertips, I managed to snag my phone and thumb over to the message. It was my mom, telling me to call her when I woke up and let her know when I’d be coming home.

I sighed and set the phone back down, sagging my head back into the pillow. I glanced down at Adrienne, now looking so peaceful as she slept on my chest, the twisted expression of agony from last night now gone. Smiling, I gently ran my fingers through her hair and down her back.

“Are you in trouble?” Adrienne murmured without opening her eyes.

My eyebrows popped in surprise that she was awake, but I recovered quickly and stroked her head a little more firmly. “No. Everything’s cool.”

Moaning quietly, Adrienne then began to stretch out her neck and limbs, yawning before slowly turning her head upright so that her chin dug a little bit into my chest.

“Oww,” I grimaced and Adrienne popped her head up, seeing that she’d just pressed onto the bruise where Sung had elbowed me yesterday.

“Oh, sorry!” she said excitedly, waking up much more quickly.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” I soothed and then lay my head back.

Smiling, Adrienne settled her cheek back down onto my chest, carefully avoiding the bruise while looking at me adoringly with wide eyes. “I love you, Ben,” she said, full of emotion.

I sighed and gave her a little smile, patting her head tenderly. “I know.”

It was good enough for her. She didn’t have to hear me return it. Just my acknowledgement that she did love me was all she needed. Moving with slow deliberation, Adrienne started shifting her naked body, sliding against mine as she brought her head up towards my face and moved her leg over mine. Her left hand came up, tickling my thigh before she found my morning erection and she began stroking it gently, causing me to gasp.

“I love you, Ben,” Adrienne repeated before dipping her mouth to mine and engaging me in a warm, beautiful morning kiss. Slow-burn… just the way I liked it.

Slow-burn was also an appropriate adjective for Adrienne’s body. I actually felt her skin heating up beneath my fingers as I embraced her. While our kiss deepened and ratcheted up in intensity, I felt her body coming alive in my arms as she slid on top of me, crushing those heavenly tits into my chest. She laid her moistened pussy on top of my cock, dry humping it while letting her hands rove up and along my arms.

At one of our momentary breaks for air, Adrienne rested her forehead against mine and closed her eyes. “I’m sorry about last night, Ben. I know I promised to fuck your brains out and we didn’t even have sex.”

“You NEVER have to apologize to me for that, Adrienne,” I replied warmly and kissed her again. I wasn’t really in the mood then and besides, she was certainly making up for it now.

Sure enough, after several minutes of grinding with my cock trapped between my own belly and her crotch, Adrienne shifted back and reached down to elevate my dick into position. And with practiced ease, she sunk down onto it, taking my thickness deep inside her body.

I broke the kiss and groaned to the ceiling at the exquisite sensation of her tight pussy surrounding me with wet warmth. And the sexy teenager moaned against my neck as well.

I slid my hands off her ass, up her sides and paused briefly to run my fingers along the sides of her boobs. But eventually, I came back from my detour and brought my fingers to her face, turning her to me so that we could kiss with loving passion.

And together, we made sweet love.

This morning was a stark contrast to most of our prior sexual encounters. Yeah, we made tender love from time to time while we’d been dating, but far more often Adrienne and I had engaged in aggressive, wild fucking. Adrienne was just extremely sensitive and multi-orgasmic, loving energetic, athletic sex. Her enthusiasm for it made me enjoy it that much more as well. And once we started screwing each other again, nearly all of our encounters were with me spanking her, pinning her down, or otherwise dominating her while I took my pleasure from her compliant body.

But this time we made love. “Oh, yesss…” Adrienne hissed while I nibbled on her neck and guided her body with my hands. She rose and fell with a slow grace, spending a lot of time just hunching and rotating her hips as my cock carved out every nook and cranny inside her pussy.

As my orgasm approached, I raised her head up in my hands, kissing this beautiful girl with a passion and emotion I hadn’t felt since… since Dawn… And more to the point, a passion I hadn’t felt since Dawn that post-Halloween weekend. It was just so intense, feeling the emotions pouring off of Adrienne right now almost immediately after her mental anguish over Adam the previous night.

And when I looked into Adrienne’s eyes, I saw HER. The expression in those hazel irises was so startling, I actually lost the sexual rhythm for a moment. The past few weeks, every time I’d looked into her eyes I’d seen a fiery intensity. Adrienne had been so laser-focused on me, almost with a cold resolve that tempered her affection. But now I just saw happy joy. She was relaxed, and I thought it not a coincidence that Adrienne was on top of me for the first time since we’d started screwing weeks ago. She wasn’t prostrating herself before me, submitting herself before my domination. She was just making love and happily enjoying the sensations.

She was beautiful.

Gradually, our hip thrusts and energetic bounces began to speed up. Our breathing got shallower and shallower, the sound of both of us panting filling the air. At the moment of climax, Adrienne clutched my head urgently, pressing her forehead into mine and her nose against mine as she tightened up and groaned, humming out her orgasm as the pleasure tore through her body.

And I was cumming with her. My hands clamped down on her buttcheeks, pinning her body tightly against mine while I felt my cock expand and then blow, spurting gobs of semen up into her spasming pussy.

When we were done, as our bodies sagged against each other and began to cool down, I wiped the sweat from Adrienne’s brow and then kissed her passionately, doing my best to replicate her nuclear liplock. I knew right then that my whole plan with Dawn was in trouble. ‘Just friends’ or not, I cared a great deal for this young woman, and I felt a responsibility to protect her from the world that had already been cruel to her in so many ways.

I was starting to fall in love with Adrienne again.

The heavenly, floating-on-air feeling of passionate love carried with us into the bathroom. We took care of business before slipping into the shower together. And the happy-go-lucky mirth buoyed our every movement as we playfully splashed and soaped and kissed and groped.

Along the way it occurred to me that we were making a lot of noise in the house on a Sunday morning. I knew Adrienne’s dad worked a lot, but on Sunday, two days before Christmas? “Uh, when’s your dad coming home?” I asked nervously.

Adrienne giggled, “Not until tomorrow. He’s somewhere in Asia right now, working until the last minute before coming home for his obligatory Christmas visit. I think he’s happier sleeping in hotels in other cities than at home.”

I frowned. “I thought you said you and he were doing better. That he was coming home more often.”

She shrugged. “He has. Just not this week.”

Feeling bad for Adrienne’s lack of family support, I nevertheless was pleased we weren’t going to be rushed today. I could spend all eternity with a naked Adrienne beneath a shower. Seriously, this girl, wet and glistening, could make a mannequin have an instant hard-on.

Adrienne read my change in attitude and fitting a little grin on her face, reached her fingers out to start stroking my growing cock. “Mmm… ready to go again?”

“Almost,” I groaned as her soapy fingers massaged my scrotum.

“You wanna do me here?” she leaned into my ear and moaned. “Against the shower wall? Or face-down on the bed?”

I groaned, not answering intelligibly while she kept stroking me. Both scenarios seemed wonderful. The idea of gripping Adrienne’s wet, slick body while I pounded her so hard her tits bounced off the shower tile was quite the turn-on. And doggy-style on the bed had always been our favorite position, allowing me to grip her boobs as handholds while staring at that perfect ass being split apart by my cock.

“Think it over,” Adrienne husked before dropping to her knees and shoving most of my dick into her mouth.

I was hard enough to etch glass in less than two seconds. But I was having too much fun inside the sexy young blonde’s mouth and she seemed happily to keep blowing me for the joy of it.

In the end, Adrienne decided for us. She stood up and planted a nuclear kiss on me while wrapping her arms around my neck, then pulled back and growled, “Let’s go back to bed. I need you to tie me up again.” The determined intensity was in her eyes once again.

We dried off quickly, if not quite thoroughly. And then taking my hand, my stunningly gorgeous ‘not-girlfriend’ led me back to her bed where she retrieved the handkerchiefs. And settling to her knees on the mattress with her feet tucked beneath her butt, she held up her hands, palms upright and wrists together, pleading in a quiet voice, “Fuck me, Ben. I put myself in your hands… sir.”

The cute way she said “sir” always got a rise out of me, and she knew it. It wasn’t like I considered myself a dominant personality. I was just… Ben. But the word “sir” still stirred an adrenaline rush of power in me. Feeding off of that, I got into the character I’d played with Adrienne for the past week and a half, taking charge as I quickly bound her wrists together and then roughly flipped her over into a doggy position.

But I wasn’t done yet. Taking two of the bungee cords, I fastened them both to her wrist restraints and extended each of them to opposite ends of the headboard. Straining to loop them around the posts, I eventually got them set, which left Adrienne’s hands bound together on top of the mattress, her body locked at the midpoint of the bed and unable to really move without falling over.

This also forced her to spread her legs to the sides to maintain balance, and with a little smile of glee, she turned her head back to me. “Are you gonna fuck me now?”

“Not yet,” I growled. And then I let fly with my right hand to spank her asscheek.

“Eeep!” the sexy, naked 17-year-old squeaked. And then she squealed, “EEEP!” as I hit her left asscheek. And then I let her breathe.

“Oh, Ben…” she sighed after momentarily recovering from the minor pain, panting heavily.

I took that time to settle myself behind her, spreading her reddened asscheeks to the side before notching my dick into her slot. And without mercy, I rammed my hips forward, skewering her in a single thrust.

“AAAHHH!” Adrienne threw her head back and screamed as I stretched her to the limits without giving her time to adjust. The way was still slickened with the load of cum I’d planted inside her thirty minutes earlier, and with plenty of lubrication I started hammering my way through her tightly clenched cunt.

“Hit me,” Adrienne hummed.

I reached out and spanked her with a resounding [thwack].

“Again,” she groaned.

[thwack]

“Again.”

[thwack]

Panting for breath, Adrienne squirmed, feeling the itch of her ass while I tenderly ran my palm along her cheeks, pumping my dick slowly in and out of her now sopping wet pussy. Whatever pain she was in, Adrienne was certainly getting even wetter from the abuse.

“Hit me again,” Adrienne gasped.

I reached back and let fly. [thwack]

“Again!”

[thwack!]

“Harder!”

[THWACK]

“HARDER!”

[THWACK!]

“OWWW!!!”

I stared at my right hand, and then at the fresh handprint still white against her asscheek. Adrienne whimpered piteously, a couple sobs of pain mingled in that and I started to think I should back off a bit. Hell, my own had was starting to hurt.

But almost immediately, Adrienne cried softly, “Hit me again!”

“Adrienne…”

“Hit me!” she interrupted shrilly.

“Adrienne!” I barked. This wasn’t me.

“Pleeeease,” she begged. “You don’t understand, Ben. I know why I got scared with Tommy and Kyle and Dexter.” She paused and took a deep breath. “I never told you that Tyson hit me.”

“What?” It was the confirmation of what I’d already suspected in the back of my head.

“Tyson beat me, Ben,” Adrienne stated in a quiet voice.

“WHAT?” My pulse was racing and my dick throbbed inside her of it’s own accord.

“But I’m not scared anymore! Don’t you see! Now hit me, Ben! Please!”

“Adrienne!” I gasped in confusion.

“HIT ME!” she screamed in a commanding voice. And without thinking about it, I let my hand fly.

[thwack]

“Again!”

[thwack!]

“Again!”

[THWACK]

“HARDER!”

[THWACK]

“HARDER!!!”

[THWACK!!!]

“AAAGHHH!”

That last one was so hard that she collapsed face down just to the right of her bound hands, sobbing real tears down her eyes. The bungee cord was across her forehead, vibrating with tension. I’d never hit her that hard before.

“Hit me…” Adrienne whimpered from the same position.

I hesitated. She was clearly in a lot of pain, something I did NOT want to see in her. Hell, despite her nakedness and snug pussy, I hadn’t even been fucking her for the last minute. My mind was whirling with images of her prone body and of an enraged Tyson smacking her around, and not just with spanks to the ass.

“Hit me!” Adrienne ordered.

“Adrienne—”

“HIT ME! I’m in your hands! I submit myself to you, Ben! Now fucking HIT ME!”

The light bulb went off in my head. Adrienne had said it before: It wasn’t about pain. It was about control. She wasn’t a masochist, getting sexually aroused just off pain. Adrienne was psychologically damaged, feeling the need to put herself in my hands and under my control. She’d been so terribly hurt, betrayed by the people she should have been able to trust and even physically abused by a lover. And on a leap of faith, Adrienne put herself at my mercy, praying that I didn’t let her down.

And I finally got it.

“HIT ME!” Adrienne cried.

And softly I said, “No.”

“Huh?”

I slid over her body, dipped my head to her ear, and husked, “No.”

“But I deserve it,” she whimpered. “I’ve been such a bitch, toying with men, never letting them into my heart.”

“No.”

“And I put myself into your hands, Ben. To use and abuse as you will. I’m tired of always trying to be in control. I’m tired of trying to be a grown-up and never having a childhood. And I’m tired of keeping myself so closed off. I need this, Ben. I need to believe that this is the worst you can do to me.”

I stroked her cheek and then pulled my dick out of her, shuffling on my knees around her prone body to get to her hands. “You’re right. You put yourself in my hands. You’re under my control. And I won’t hurt you anymore. THAT’S the worst that I can do to you.”

“But—”

“No.” I said gently as I released the bungee cords and began unwrapping the handkerchief around her wrists. “I’m in charge. You submitted yourself to me. So you’ll do what I want,” I said gently. “And what I want is to make tender love you, Adrienne.”

She began whimpering as I turned her over onto her back. “Bennn—”

“It’s not about pain, Adrienne; it’s about control. Let go. Lose yourself in me, and I won’t let you down. You CAN trust me.”

I sighed, scared to say what I had next but feeling it deep in my heart.

“Adrienne, I love you. And I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

We made love quietly, Adrienne crying for nearly the entire time. But as long as she had the happy smile on her face, I didn’t mind.

We made love missionary style, my heavy weight hovering above her. But I didn’t pin her down. My hands were beneath her shoulders, holding her gently while I leveraged myself on my elbows to keep from crushing her. That also gave us just enough clearance for her bouncing tits to scrape oh-so-nicely against my chest.

Her hands clutched at my biceps, holding and squeezing reflexively while bolts of pleasure shot up and down her spine. She tossed her head left and right, moaning, “Oh, gawd… oh, gawd… oh, gawd…” over and again, a litany of ecstatic bliss.

And with her legs hooked over my thighs and pulling me deeper into her body, Adrienne squeezed her eyes shut and came, screaming out my name while I bucked and filled her up with gallons of liquid love.

Her body arched into me, searching for that skin-to-skin contact while at last I let my elbows go to settle my weight down onto her chest. I felt the final blasts of cum jet out of my cock to disappear somewhere in the back of her vaginal canal while she wrapped her arms around my back and hugged me tightly.

And finally, for the first time in seven years, Adrienne Dennis was at peace.